Chapter 1736: One Side Breaks the Agreement (1)

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The moment Xu Qing stepped out of the fire tower, the gods shrouded in anomalous substances stirred, Their presence shaking the starry sky.

The gazes of the immortals and gods on the battlefield all converged on the crimson giant star.

The star trembled.

Then, these gazes shifted, finally landing on Xu Qing and the cage he was dragging behind him!

Gazes had weight, especially the gazes of gods. They were incredibly heavy, capable of crushing both body and soul. At this moment, as these gazes fell, it felt as if they were trying to crush Xu Qing’s body and soul into dust.

However, the gazes of the immortals countered this pressure, swiftly gathering and dispelling the oppressive gazes of the gods.

Thus, as Xu Qing moved forward, thunder roared around him, the void shattered, sometimes twisting, sometimes shaking, sometimes clear, and sometimes collapsing.

Yet Xu Qing’s expression remained impassive. He continued to drag the cage forward until he reached the edge of the star. Under the watchful eyes of countless beings, he paused, his cold and sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

This area, located between the Fourth and Fifth Star Rings, was once a battlefield. It was named ‘Shattered Blue Void’ due to the blue mist that permeated the region.

Looking around, one could see the starry sky between the black and white forces, filled with a blue mist. Within it floated countless shattered stars, intertwined like the jagged spines of a giant beast, stretching for trillions of miles through the blue mist.

The surfaces of these shattered stars were eerily covered in vein-like patterns. The invisible confrontation between the gods and immortals seemed to create a pulsation, causing these veins to glow and ripple with a bloody hue across the starry sky.

Splendor and vastness coexisted in this moment!

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This was the backdrop!

Against this backdrop, the cultivator army was arrayed, forming dense clusters of points that seemed to follow the orbital patterns of the Fifth Star Ring’s stars, creating a celestial map.

The scale was immense, and the numbers were so vast that one could not see the end.

All that could be seen were these densely packed points, each of which… was actually a formation of ten thousand cultivators.

At the center of each formation floated a war drum engraved with the pattern of a taotie1 devouring the heavens.

At this moment, as Xu Qing paused, the sound of the war drums rose like heavenly thunder.

On the other side of this backdrop, within the black anomalous substances shrouding the god army, one could see collapsed stars, their interiors mutated, growing flesh and blood, and spewing anomalous substances.

Each of these stars was teeming with gods.

They were also densely packed, stretching endlessly.

Behind them, countless mutated flesh and blood formed enormous ancient bows, with rivers of stars as their strings. At this moment, the strings were drawn taut… and the tremors they emitted froze the atmosphere of the battlefield.

Golden meteors also danced within the god army, tracing mysterious trajectories and converging into a divine barrier that spanned the battlefield.

Whenever the sound waves from the cultivators’ war drums struck, black hole-like vortices would appear on the barrier, devouring the sound waves and twisting them into spectral rays of light.

The momentum was overwhelming.

But what truly shocked both the immortals and gods was what loomed above them, stretching across an infinite expanse.

There… a scroll and a divine river were locked in a standoff.

On the side of the scroll was the majestic figure of Immortal Lord Zhan Lu. He held open the eight directions and six realms, with golden cloud patterns extending behind him, forming a scroll that covered half the starfield. Every stroke on the scroll was a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth.

Opposite him, within the black divine river, was the shadow of Lord God Chiuz, seated on a throne forged from countless shattered universes.

His fingertips hung down, and the divine river was slowly freezing.

The exact appearances of these two figures were difficult for most to discern clearly, but the pressure and momentum they exuded were vividly imprinted in the minds of all living beings.

And they were watching!

Their gazes were fixed on the core of the ancient battlefield where the exchange was to take place.

There, the mist churned and receded under their gazes, revealing a massive floating altar!

This altar was composed of 360 giant coffins and 360 giant wooden pillars.

The coffins were made of demonic copper.

Their surfaces were covered in green rust that was peeling away, revealing dark red sacrificial inscriptions beneath.

Whenever a stellar mist storm swept past, the coffin lids would tremble and release black mist, condensing into terrifying and eerie shadows.

The wooden pillars were formed from immortal crystals.

Their surfaces were engraved with immortal patterns that shimmered with silver light, radiating unparalleled vitality.

Whenever the black mist from the coffins appeared, the immortal wood would suppress it, manifesting wisps of heroic immortal spirits to battle the shadows.

This altar, formed by the coffins and pillars, was the site of the exchange!

Seeing all of this, even though Xu Qing had participated in many battles, he was still deeply shaken by the scene. His gaze deepened, and after a moment of pause, he took a step forward.

He stepped out of the crimson giant star and into the starry sky.

The cage he dragged behind him left a dark red trail in the starry sky as he walked toward the altar.

At the same time, on the side of the gods, the massive golden barrier rippled intensely. Under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators, a god emerged from within the barrier.

This god’s appearance resembled that of a cultivator, resembling a middle-aged human male, though His body was much larger, standing at about seventy or eighty feet tall.

His features were strikingly beautiful, with long purple hair that reached His feet, flowing freely as He walked. His golden divine armor accentuated His perfect physique, exuding a sense of strength.

As for His cultivation level… it was clearly constrained by the terms of the exchange.

He was at the peak of the Divine Platform Realm.

As He walked forward, it became clear that He was leading five ragged, emaciated, and expressionless old men, as if they were dogs on leashes.

These five old men were covered in countless wounds, their bodies battered and their spirits broken. Their life forces were faint, clearly having endured years of torture since their capture.