On the vast plains of the State of Heavenly Tomb, the setting sun was as red as blood.
Looking around, countless corpses were piled up on the plains, forming mountains of corpses.
The blood that flowed out gathered into a river of blood that meandered through the mountains of corpses.
This was a true mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
It was hard to imagine how many living beings had died on this endless plain.
It was definitely more than a million!
At this moment, in a core area of the plain.
Countless living beings had set up camp here.
Looking around, there were the Bloodbone Race, the Goblin Race, the Oddball Race, and the Birdman Race.
They were all slave races with low status.
However, upon closer inspection, the strength of these slave races was not weak.
There were many Void Gods, True Gods, Heavenly Gods, and so on.
Although their cultivation did not seem very high, it was indeed very rare for the slave races.
Moreover, it was not just one or two who had such cultivation, but most of them!
There were more than a thousand slave races stationed here, and more than a million living beings added up?
This had indeed formed a force that could not be ignored.
At this moment, in the core area, there was a 10,000-foot tall tower.
This was a sacrificial tower.
Under the tower, a large group of people were gathered together.
They were the patriarchs and leaders of the various races.
In the center of the crowd stood a young man with muscular arms and a thin waist. He had a well-built body, slightly tanned skin, and a determined face.
It was Tuoba Yu of the Black Skin Race.
Compared to before, the current him was tall and slender, and his eyes were as bright as stars. His body was also emitting an extremely powerful fluctuation.
He was a Sacred Lord!
This was a little shocking.
One had to know that before this, Tuoba Yu was a nameless junior.
The Sacred Lord realm was a realm that he would find difficult to reach in his lifetime.
However, in less than a year, Tuoba Yu had broken through to the Sacred Lord realm.
The most important thing was naturally that Jun Xiaoyao had given Tuoba Yu one-thousandth of his cultivation talent.
In addition, there was also the Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art.
Tuoba Yu was the first to obtain the Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art and spread it.
The benefits he could obtain were the greatest.
Therefore, with the support of these two factors, Tuoba Yu could reach such a terrifying cultivation speed.
Of course, he was a Sacred Lord.
Jun Xiaoyao would've been able to kill Tuoba Yu countless times with just a single thought.
Not only him, Jun Xiaoyao could control the life and death of any living being who cultivated the Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art with a single thought.
Unless the person's cultivation was much stronger than Jun Xiaoyao's.
During this period of time, Tuoba Yu was also loyal and devoted, wholeheartedly preaching.
Because it was the God of Fate and Creation who had changed his fate, he naturally believed in him fervently.
In less than a year, hundreds of thousands of slaves in the Heavenly Tomb State responded to his call and rebelled.
The enslaved races of the other continents were also echoing the call.
Tuoba Yu was put on a pedestal.
He became the leader of the liberation of the slave race.
He was known as the Holy Hero by all the slaves.
Most people would definitely become complacent upon receiving such prestige and status.
However, Tuoba Yu didn't.
Because he knew who had bestowed all of this upon him.
Now, Tuoba Yu and the leaders of the various slave races were gathered together for an extremely important meeting.
"Lord Holy Hero, we can't go on like this. We're no match for the five royal tribes."
"That's right. The five royal tribes have Mystic Venerables and Creation Supremacies suppressing the rear. We can't win at all."
"Now that we've suffered heavy casualties, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
The patriarchs and leaders of these slave races were chattering away.
Previously, Tuoba Yu's expansion had been going smoothly.
Because they were the lowliest slave races, they didn't attract much attention.
In fact, the high and mighty Boundary Emperor clans and even Emperor clans didn't care about their slave race alliance at all until now.
It was like ants. Even if they formed a colony, to humans, it was just a matter of raising a foot and stomping them to death.
Therefore, the Boundary Emperor clans and Immortal Emperor clans didn't care about the slave races at all.
Even the royal tribes generally didn't care.
As for the remaining general tribes, they weren't invincible opponents to the slaves who cultivated the Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art.
Therefore, Tuoba Yu's journey had been very smooth.
However, recently, the five royal tribes had suddenly joined forces to attack the Alliance of Fate of the slave races.
When the royal tribes made a move, it was extraordinary.
Even if it was a race ranked at the bottom of the hundred royal tribes, the slave races couldn't resist.
Moreover, it wasn't just one royal tribe, but five royal tribes joining forces.
This was a huge blow to the Alliance of Fate of the slave races led by Tuoba Yu.
The two sides weren't in the same dimension at all.
It was a blow to the lower dimension.
Now, even the leaders of the slave races were a little panicked.
"Enough. Quiet down first. What's with all this noise!"
Tuoba Yu frowned and shouted in a low voice.
Everyone quieted down.
Although Tuoba Yu wasn't very old.
As a sage, he already had great prestige among the slave races. He could be said to be above everyone.
"This matter isn't that simple. Why did the five royal tribes suddenly join forces to attack us?" Tuoba Yu said.
"Could there be other reasons?" The leader of the Goblin Race probed.
"If I'm not wrong, there's someone behind the five royal tribes," Tuoba Yu said in a low voice.
"What!"
This conjecture shocked the various Clan Leaders present.
Because to them, the Royal Family was already a god-like existence.
Who else could stand behind the royal tribes and order them around?
"Could it be a Quasi-emperor tribe or a true Emperor tribe?" The leader of the Strange Lan Race said with a pale face.
This made all the leaders present tremble, and their faces were as pale as paper.
Not to mention the immortal Emperor tribes.
Even the Quasi-emperor tribes were like gods to the slave races!
"Heavens, there's an Emperor tribe targeting us!" Some of the leaders were trembling in fear.
That was a high and mighty Emperor tribe.
They could easily destroy a royal tribe with a single sentence.
Dealing with them was easier than stepping on ants.
"I'm not sure yet, but there's definitely a big shot behind the scenes." Tuoba Yu also felt very troubled.
"That's right, the five royal tribes said that they'll give us seven days to surrender. Perhaps we'll have a chance to live …"
At this time, some people who were innately obsequious appeared.
"Enough. Is that what you're thinking?"
Beside Tuoba Yu, a beautiful woman with wheat-colored skin and a slim figure shouted coldly.
She was Tuoba Yu's sister, Tuoba Lan.
"But we can't deal with them at all." Many of the leaders had bitter expressions.
At this time, Tuoba Yu said, "I believe that the God of Fate and Creation will not abandon us."
"Next, we'll hold a prayer ceremony and sincerely pray that the God of Fate and Creation will help us through this difficult time!"
Tuoba Yu was the first chess piece that Jun Xiaoyao tricked.
He was also the most fervent believer.
When faced with such a difficult problem, Tuoba Yu's first thought was to pray to the God of Fate and Creation.
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