Chapter 101: Sixth World Secret

  The ninth generation of Mie Zu Mohe Sa looked at Lin Huang and several others fearlessly walking towards the war transmission array in the sky, sneered, "Indeed, the art is high and the courage is great. I don't know which world's Great Sage is so reckless, just borrowing a knife to kill someone, breaking this game."

  The words fell, and a seven or eight year old child suddenly appeared in front of the ninth generation of Mi Zu Mohe Sa. Wearing a bright red long gown, looking somewhat comical, with an ancient glint flashing in his tender eyes, he opened his mouth faintly, "Ninth Generation. This person should not be underestimated. If I haven't guessed wrong, he should be the one who has been stirring up trouble recently in the mortal world of Lin Huang. On the Divine Stele, 9527 is actually stronger than you and me by a few points. Be careful not to lose the rice while trying to steal the chicken."

  "Seventh generation, you're overthinking." Ninth generation ancestor Mahasattva waved his hand, the words shocked people, this child was actually the seventh generation ancestor.

  "The ladies of the Su Nu realm aren't easy to get along with. It's despicable, if it weren't for the Eighth Generation selling us out, things wouldn't have ended up like this."

  That child sneered and looked at Mahesa, "It's not about selling out. To become a god, you and I are both pawns in the game. Are you willing to let your thousand years of cultivation disappear into thin air and become a stepping stone for someone else to become a god?"

  Mahesa burst out laughing, "He is me, I am him. His ascension to godhood is my own ascension to godhood. Seventh generation, it seems you're not at peace either."

  "Let's not talk about it anymore. If you really wanted to surrender, you would have gone to the Su Nu Realm to help Yidai a long time ago. Tell me, what are your true intentions?" The young child shook his head and asked aloud.

  Maha saw that the child was not speaking, so he sneered and said, "Now, for generations one, two, three, four, five, six, all are in the realm of Su Nu, trapped in the Inverted Dust Array. Eight generations have betrayed, only you and I remain, what plans do you have, don't hesitate to speak."

  "My plan, don't you understand yet. In short, it's a competition to the top." Mohe Saya said leisurely, "As long as Lin Huang enters the array, the Eight Generals will definitely take action. At that time, regardless of who wins or loses, it will be an opportunity for both of us. Whoever can seize the Eight Generals will depend on our skills. At that time, whoever can devour the Eight Generals and become a god is still unknown."

  He said that here, Mahakasyapa coldly smiled and looked up at the sky, saying to the young boy: "Look, the good show is about to begin."

  Lin Huang and his companions stepped onto the lotus, one step at a time, heading towards the depths of the sky where the war transmission array was located. The holy seat suppressed it, and the warships that were fighting in mid-air like locusts couldn't detect Lin Huang's whereabouts. Smoothly, without any obstacles, Lin Huang took another step forward, entering the war transmission array, reversing time and space, heaven and earth inverted.

  Lin Huang's eyes were icy cold as he stared into the void.

  "Ah! Ah! We've been deceived!" Tong Bao screamed, and everyone realized that something was off. This war transmission array had not transported them to the Su Nu Realm at all, but instead directly to the outer space of the domain. Various divine lights flashed, and the six Daoist figures could be vaguely seen, sitting in the void, their appearances majestic and solemn.

  "Another sacred being has arrived! Is it the Seventh Generation? The Ninth Generation? Or that Great Sacred One from another world?"

  In the depths of the void, five wonderful figures stood in different positions, each with their own methods, forming an inverted and chaotic divine array. One of them coldly opened his mouth, his eyes fixed on a man who was robust and handsome, with a face as white as jade, dressed like a scholar.

  "Your Majesty. Not the Seventh or Ninth, but that great sage from another world." The bookish-looking man spoke lightly, his brow furrowed in seriousness, precisely the Eighth Ancestor who had betrayed them, as Mouha Sa had said.

  "Hmph. Whoever it is, doesn't matter! Since he's entered our Inverted Red Dust Heaven-Defying Formation, we'll shatter his Dao heart and refine his divine body." Another figure spoke up, their eyes gazing at the Eighth Generation Ancestor with deep affection.

  "Easy for you to say, Great Aunt." The Queen of the Elemental Realm sneered with a mixture of anger and laughter. "The Reversal Formation that can trap six Ancestors is already at its limit. Adding another powerful being will only make it harder to hold on. Before long, they'll break free and all our efforts will be for naught. We might as well abandon our ancestral heritage and flee to the ends of the earth. What a pity for your beloved, he's likely to end up being devoured."

  The woman known as Big Aunt suddenly fell silent, let out a sigh and said, "Since Her Majesty the Empress has already made up her mind, she might as well speak directly."

  "Hmph!" The Queen of the Elemental Realm suppressed her anger and looked at the Eighth Generation Ancestor, "Things have come to this point, I can only ask you, good sir, to enter the formation and block their way, preventing them from joining forces! Otherwise, all will be lost."

  Hachiya Mizo fell silent for a moment, nodded slightly, "Forget it. After all, I still have to face everything personally. I'll enter the formation now."

  The eighth generation of Mi Zu was also a decisive person, knowing that he had borrowed the power of Su Nu to trap one generation of them, and ultimately it was just a temporary solution. If they couldn't break through this situation, they would inevitably die out.

  No longer hesitant, he took a step forward and entered the formation.

  The eight generations of ancestors stepped into the formation, and the six figures sitting in the void suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, saying in unison, "Eight Generations, you've finally arrived!"

  The sixth eye gazed at the eighth generation ancestor, cold, scorching, greedy, and all sorts of emotions were not enough.

  Hachiya Mitsuo sneered, "Don't look at me like that, you six. Godai, I'm curious, are you really willing to be devoured by Ichinose?"

  "Hachiyo, you don't need to sow discord. Rokujo Mitsukuni, we six are one body, originally just one person. No need to mention devouring. I just didn't expect you would betray me, and also Shichiyo, Kyūyo, with wolfish ambitions, did you think I really wouldn't know?" said Godo Mitsuso coldly.

  "You think that by relying on the power of the Su Nu Jie, you can turn things around and reverse your fate? It's useless. This Inverted Red Dust Formation may have trapped me for a moment, but it won't trap me for a lifetime!" The six Ancestral Masters spoke in unison, their voices thundering across the land as they gazed at the Eighth Generation Ancestral Master with cold, detached eyes.

  The eighth generation's ancestor was neither sad nor happy, with a wave of his hand, "Who killed the deer is still unknown. The seventh and ninth generations thought they could calculate me. But they didn't know I was also calculating them. The final battle is about to begin."

  His words fell, and the eighth generation of Mi Zu no longer went to see the six Mi Zu who were trapped in the inverted red dust divine array. With one step under his foot, he appeared in front of Lin Huang.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't even seen the appearance of the eighth generation ancestor, his hand grasping the Six Senses Divine Art, pondering.

  Yu Tianxia and several others immediately went on guard, staring at Badi Muzi, somewhat flustered.

  "I originally thought this struggle would last for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that you would be the variable that changed everything." The eighth generation ancestor let out a long, mournful sigh, his heart feeling neither sorrow nor joy, knowing that the endless years of struggle would finally come to an end with Lin's appearance.

  Lin Huang's eyes were icy cold as he gazed at the Six Realms Mysterious God Technique in his hand, nodding slightly. "Interesting. I didn't expect there to be such a wonderful technique in this world. Six cycles of reincarnation, six bodies as one, achieving divinity. Interesting, indeed."

  Lin Huang nodded repeatedly and looked at the eighth generation of Mi Zu, "Which generation of Mi Zu are you?"

  The eighth generation of Mìzǔ gazed coldly at Lin Huang, "Eighth Generation Mìzǔ Du Xù. You shouldn't have come."

  Lin Huang didn't know if it was possible or not, his gaze coldly staring at the six figures in the distance, shaking his head, "It seems that although the idea is good, it still went wrong."

  He let out a sigh, Lin Huang put down the Six Realms Divine Art, "Six generations are not enough to become gods, unfortunately, it has come to the ninth generation, but it is impossible to work together again. Your struggle was originally none of my business. But now that I've entered the array, I have no choice but to fight."

  "The eighth generation's ancestor smiled coldly, 'Since you understand, then go die in peace! Don't blame me, blame yourself for being too stupid and becoming the substitute for death for seven and nine generations.'"

  "You're stupid, your whole family is stupid!" Tian Bao's teeth were sharp and his mouth was quick to scold.

  Lin Huang waved his hand with a hint of a smile, "Cut the nonsense, if you want to fight, then let's fight!"

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