Six clans, excluding the Minotaur Great Chief’s Blood Axe Bull tribe. The remaining clans, three of the Huálán lineage, were differentiated by coat color, bull features, hoof color, and the material of their nose rings.

The inherent gregarious nature of the Minotaurs, evident in the boundless herds dotting the Minotaur homeworld, reveals much about their racial characteristics. Stubborn as they are, Minotaurs fundamentally lack the solitary, greedy inclinations of Wulfen or other dark creatures; across all thirty-three clans, there is an almost innate tendency to advance or retreat as one. Thus, the moment the King of the Black Fur Clan issued the summons, within a mere hour, all high-ranking figures, including the Minotaur Great Chief, had assembled before the spatial portal opened by Gǔ Xié Chén.

The first order of business for all the gathered Minotaur elites was to meticulously examine the various scenes captured by Gǔ Xié Chén. Upon witnessing their kin in another dimension being wantonly abused, beaten, and even cooked into savory cuisine, every Minotaur simultaneously unleashed a furious roar.

When the footage revealed the Star Alliance’s colossal reserves of gold, precious metals, and other vast treasures, the assembly fell into a profound silence. Not a single Minotaur spoke. All had flared their nostrils wide, slowly, painstakingly drawing in a sharp breath. The simultaneous inhalation of hundreds of thousands of Minotaur leaders stirred a gale across the plains.

The Great Chief of the Minotaurs was a towering figure, nine meters high, with blood-red horns and a hide as pure and lustrous as spun silver. By Minotaur aesthetic standards, this Great Chief, named "Blood Horn," was considered a rare paragon of handsomeness. Currently, Blood Horn was aggressively pounding his broad, hard forehead, his eyes fixed intently on the magnificent, opulent structures in the display. His gaze, congested with fury, reflected the unique sheen of gold.

"Our kin are being oppressed. This is unforgivable," Blood Horn finally spoke after a long interval. Gǔ Bēi Chén, noting the faint energy fluctuations that occasionally leaked from him as he spoke, was astonished to realize Blood Horn was at least a Xuan Tai Píng Yù Heaven realm expert—a Celestial Immortal, Fourth Grade.

Gǔ Xié Chén inwardly nodded. That’s more like it. A Fourth Grade Celestial Immortal is the perfect match to deal with the Asura Vikings! They are perfectly suited for each other!

"Setting aside the matter of our kin, the mere wealth possessed by these alien races is reason enough we cannot let them go." Blood Horn’s second declaration won thunderous affirmation from all the gathered Minotaur elites. Every Minotaur simultaneously raised their hands in excitement, shouting their battle cry: "Kill their men, seize their women and their treasures!"

Blood Horn nodded with satisfaction. He rose, suddenly swinging his massive arm, preparing to issue the general mobilization order.

Gǔ Xié Chén’s thoughts raced. The camera drone under his control abruptly switched to display footage showcasing the formidable combat power of the Star Alliance’s Six-Star Civilization, including scenes reminiscent of Méi Lín, where a Death Star ship was used as a weapon to shatter an entire planet. Certain segments specifically detailed the sheer number of Six-Star Civilizations the Star Alliance commanded, alongside other pertinent data.

The Minotaurs stared at the terrifyingly immense figures, utterly stunned. Millions of administrative planets, trillions of inhabitants, tens of millions of powerful warships, and the terrifying Death Star vessels. Even the kings of the most belligerent and avaricious Minotaur clans fell silent, panting heavily, yet daring not to speak of a direct assault.

Blood Horn slowly counted on his thick fingers, attempting to calculate the total population of the thirty-three Minotaur clans, how large an army they could muster, and how many Star Alliance warships they could possibly counter. The Minotaur mind was not quick; this calculation consumed a full hour for Blood Horn. He finally smacked his lips and grimaced helplessly: "Relying solely on the Minotaur nation, it is impossible to contend with those damned aliens. Of course, simply slaughtering a portion of the aliens and raiding a cache of treasure would be sufficient, but..."

He paused, his brow deeply furrowed. "But to convert all their treasures into ours, to enslave all their women, and claim all their lands as our own—that remains impossible." He beckoned Gǔ Xié Chén over, laughing heartily. "Brother Yíng Yóu, are those aliens truly that powerful?"

Gǔ Xié Chén rose and bowed respectfully to Blood Horn. "Great and wise Great Chief, you whose power rivals the gods. It is not timidity that speaks, but they genuinely possess such formidable strength. They can obliterate a planet in an instant; they can wipe out tens of millions of lives in a breath. The power they wield is terrifyingly profound."

"Ah, I see!" Blood Horn shook his head resignedly. "Then the tribe of our Blood Axe Bulls cannot monopolize the spoils. In three days, there will be a grand meeting of the Great Chiefs from every race in this sector. Brother Huáng Yóu, bring that peculiar little device with you to the meeting. By pooling the strength of all our races, no alien can stand against us."

The following three days were the most trying of Gǔ Xié Chén’s life. Due to Blood Horn’s conspicuous favor, countless "lovely and exquisite," "dewy" Minotaur beauties threw themselves at Gǔ Xié Chén. Several times, Gǔ Xié Chén was nearly pinned to the ground by some robust young Minotaur maidens attempting to claim his... essence.

This was entirely his own fault for having crafted his physical appearance to be so perfect—tall, muscular, and powerful, coupled with the aura of an envoy of the Ancestral God, he shone like a bright moon in the dark night, attracting the attention of the Minotaur beauties. Every unmarried Minotaur maiden yearned to devour him whole.

But Gǔ Xié Chén could never find himself interested in these Minotaur beauties. They averaged around six meters in height, covered in slick, shining fur of various colors, with long body hairs easily extending over a foot in length. Their joints were thick, their muscles magnificent; each one was a mound of solid musculature. When they occasionally offered a 'shy' smile, rows of gleaming white, broad teeth were often speckled with bright green bits of grass, and pieces of meat as thick as a little finger were lodged between their molars. He truly had no capacity to enjoy such an encounter.

Therefore, when three days later, Great Chief Blood Horn summoned Gǔ Xié Chén to accompany him to the meeting of the tribal Great Chiefs, Gǔ Xié Chén fled to Blood Horn’s side as if granted amnesty, sticking close to the Chief. Thousands of the Minotaur beauties, unable to get close, glared at Gǔ Xié Chén with 'resentful' eyes. The sight of their eye-balls, each the size of a washbasin, made the hair on Gǔ Xié Chén's back stand on end, sending a chill from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp. He dared not look back even once.

Blood Horn, unaware of the underlying cause, clapped Gǔ Xié Chén heartily on the shoulder and boomed with laughter, "Brother Yóu, you have quite the physique! You remind me of my younger self, haha! Three days, and so many fine lasses have taken notice of you. Hahaha! Once this business is concluded, on the lands of the aliens, we will host a grand wedding for you."

Smacking his lips, Blood Horn added with a touch of envy, "Three days, and how did you manage all these women? Tsk, tsk, look at their eyes! Ah! Youth is such a boon!"

Gǔ Xié Chén drooped his massive bull head, silent. How could he possibly articulate the situation? He was rendered speechless.

On the Minotaur inhabited planet, there were over five hundred teleportation arrays. The largest spanned hundreds of square kilometers, while the smallest were still forty to fifty square kilometers. All arrays were exposed openly under the sun. The arrays were constructed from countless exquisitely carved Zakra crystals, these crystals, shaped into gigantic magical runes, hovered in the air, absorbing the visibly palpable energy drifting down from the sky.

Blood Horn led Gǔ Xié Chén and the thirty-three Clan Kings, along with over three thousand other Minotaurs, to the nearest teleportation array. He randomly pressed a few points on a crystal sphere at the array's center. All the runes on the platform erupted in a flash of bright light. Gǔ Xié Chén felt his body sink momentarily, his vision went black, and then, in an instant, it snapped back to clarity—he was on another planet.

He knew it was another planet because the sky displayed seven satellites of varying colors. These satellites varied in size but orbited very close to the ground; even in broad daylight, one could clearly see the craters, large and small, upon them. Two of the satellites even possessed mountains, lakes, and vegetation.

What Gǔ Xié Chén found most miraculous and incomprehensible was a single column of water descending from a yellow satellite, the closest one, directly into the ocean of the planet beneath his feet. This sky-piercing water column crashed down less than a hundred miles from the shore of the ocean below, churning up vast sprays of sparkling foam and bringing with it an intensely rich life essence. Visible, light-blue spiritual energy jetted forth from the column, rapidly diffusing across the planet’s surface.

The water jetting lasted for about two hours before gradually shrinking and thinning until it vanished entirely. Then, Gǔ Xié Chén felt the ground beneath him tremble. A water column several miles thick soared upward from the ocean surface ahead, roaring with crashing waves as it pierced the atmosphere, aiming straight for the ocean surface on the side of the yellow satellite facing them.

The two planets were separated by over three hundred thousand kilometers, yet the interchange of these two water columns was fluid, harmonious, utterly magnificent, and otherworldly. Gǔ Xié Chén watched the ascending column of water in a daze, his heart pounding with excitement, wishing he could shout aloud. He truly could not comprehend how these two planets had formed such an incredible spectacle.

Blood Horn slapped the slightly distracted Gǔ Xié Chén hard and roared some instructions at him. Blood Horn and his kin were completely accustomed to the sight of these two water columns; they held no novelty for them. In their view, the water columns were probably mere ornaments arranged by their ancestors using some unknown method, hardly worthy of amazement.

Gǔ Xié Chén snapped back to reality. Led by Blood Horn, the group began climbing up the side of a cliff bordering the sea. A wide stairway, about a hundred meters across, had been carved into the cliff face, leading all the way to the top, where the edge of a sweeping eave was vaguely visible, occasionally releasing a pleasant aroma of Dragon’s Ambergris. When the sea wind blew, the sound of tinkling bells drifted down from the summit. Gǔ Xié Chén could even identify the material of the bells: bronze, alloyed with a portion of Taibai Gold Essence.

Because of the Taibai Gold Essence, the ringing sound was exceptionally ephemeral, dissipating in fine wisps on the wind. Though faint, the chimes carried for hundreds of miles.

Blinking in surprise, Gǔ Xié Chén hurried to follow Blood Horn up the steps, his large eyes darting left and right.

The cliff faces flanking the stairway were covered in enormous murals depicting the origin of the dark creatures in this star system. Beside these murals were inscriptions written in ancient Earthworm Divine Script—as fine as sesame seeds, yet every stroke perfectly clear—serving as annotations to the artwork.

The moment Gǔ Xié Chén saw the Earthworm Script, a rush of blood surged to his head. This—this was too much of a joke!

Broadly speaking, the genesis of this star system occurred because the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords of the ancient Celestial Court, overcome with boredom, journeyed beyond the Heavenly Gate to roam the vast cosmos. They inadvertently discovered this region of space. At that time, this system contained nearly a hundred star orbs of various sizes, and within every star, a primordial spirit was nurtured: specifically, innate beast spirits like the Bull, Wolf, Fox, Tiger, Hound, and Lion, alongside rare entities such as Bats, Skeletons, and Phantoms.

The Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords were delighted by this discovery. They diligently protected this star system for several millennia, acting as both mother and father. Only after some of these primordial spirits hatched did they help them propagate their descendants and establish their bloodlines here. Subsequently, the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords sweet-talked these primordial beings, promising them benefits, and recruited them as generals for the Celestial Court, taking them along to their posts.

The bloodline descendants left behind were tasked with caring for the remaining unhatched primordial beings. Once all the innate spirits nurtured by this star system had emerged, an ancient divine hall previously left behind by the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords would open, creating a passage from this system to the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Celestial Court. The Star Lords would naturally arrange a future for these descendants, guaranteeing at least a lifetime stipend as Celestial Soldiers or Generals.

The annotations next to the murals heavily emphasized that these descendant bloodlines remained wild and naturally crude. Therefore, the Star Lords had established a massive Primal Chaos Array surrounding the periphery. Unless something unexpected occurred, creatures like the Minotaurs were not meant to leave this star system. However, should they depart and cause trouble, any cultivator pursuing them back to this system was implored, out of respect for the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords, not to punish them too severely.

The dense annotations beside the murals were filled with such pleas, indicating that the Star Lords held a degree of familial affection for the descendants of these innate spirits. The reputation of the Twenty-Eight Mansions carried significant weight in the ancient cultivation world; ordinary cultivators would hardly dare ignore the instructions left behind by them.

However, Gǔ Xié Chén smiled sinisterly. The Celestial Court Star Lords had already departed for that new universe; why should he still defer to the prestige of the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords?

Furthermore, these dark creatures evidently... seemed to have forgotten that the Thirty-Eight Mansions Star Lords had created them. They had instead pledged allegiance to some inexplicably named Dark Gods, and Gǔ Xié Chén had no idea how they had conjured so many deities. But since they no longer remembered the Twenty-Eight Mansions Star Lords, Gǔ Xié Chén certainly had no need to reason with them!

The group ascended the high stairway to the summit of the cliff. As Gǔ Xié Chén expected, a building in the standard Daoist palace style stood atop the precipice: sweeping eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters. Beneath the eaves hung a set of bright, crystalline wind chimes, intricately carved with clear Taiji diagrams. The Daoist atmosphere here was intensely concentrated. Even the Dragon’s Ambergris burning in the censer before the palace gate had been refined using secret techniques of certain ancient cultivators, possessing the effect of clearing the mind, consolidating concentration, and suppressing inner demons.

Upon entering the tall, spacious Daoist palace, Gǔ Xié Chén immediately spotted the statues enshrined in the center. Dominating the highest point were the twenty-eight statues of the Star Lords. Beneath them were dozens of strangely shaped creatures, among which a divine ox, entirely crimson, was particularly striking; its bulk surpassed that of all the other statues.

Blood Horn led Gǔ Xié Chén and the thirty-three Clan Kings to the statues and kowtowed with deep reverence. Gǔ Xié Chén, with no choice, followed Blood Horn in prostration. Since the Twenty-Eight Mansions were enshrined above, he might as well be paying homage to them; they were ancient Star Lords, and an extra few bows would not hurt.

After the rites, Blood Horn casually led Gǔ Xié Chén and the others to sit on the floor in a corner of the palace. He laughed heartily, nodding to the hundreds of Great Chiefs and clan leaders from various races already seated around them. "Hey, brothers! We have good news for you. Hmm, are all the men here? If not, we can’t be bothered. Brother Yóu, take that thing out."

Gǔ Xié Chén glanced across at the Wulfen Great Chief and the seven Wulfen Patriarchs seated opposite. He grunted deeply, retrieved the camera, and replayed the footage he had captured.

All the dark creatures within the Daoist palace reacted with horror. They burst into exclamations, first denouncing the tragic fate of the Minotaur kin with furious curses, and then, everyone became visibly tempted by the immense wealth displayed in the footage. Especially the inherently avaricious Wulfen clan; the eyes of their Great Chief and seven Patriarchs turned entirely green.

Coughing a few times, the Wulfen Great Chief suddenly raised his hands. "There is nothing more to say. We are all good brothers; this vengeance must be exacted. Those alien women must be taken! Tsk, tsk, so many fair-skinned women—if we can’t use them all, we can eat them!"

The Daoist palace instantly erupted in excitement, everyone echoing the Wulfen Great Chief’s words, unanimously agreeing that they must mobilize troops to help the Minotaurs seek justice.

Gǔ Xié Chén remained silent, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at the twenty-eight statues enshrined above. These statues, cast from star-dust iron refined from meteorites, were majestic and solemn, but their hand positions seemed peculiar. From Jiaomujiao (Horned Dragon) to Zhangyuelu (Webbed Deer), their hand gestures formed what appeared to be a peculiar mudra—the twenty-eight individual seals that completed one full set of hand seals.

Curious, Gǔ Xié Chén placed his hands before his Dantian and silently cycled through the hand seals. The sequence was not complex; Gǔ Xié Chén completed the mudra in a moment.

Twenty-Eight Mansions Statues Gǔ Xié Chén.

Undoubtedly, this information mirrored the outside murals—nothing more than the Star Lords’ last-ditch effort to beg for mercy for these dark creatures, in case someone stormed the Daoist palace and exterminated them. It was evident that the Star Lords had shown meticulous care for these dark beings.

Shaking his head, Gǔ Xié Chén severed his connection with this sliver of spiritual sense and shifted his focus back to the people in the palace.

The interior of the Daoist palace was already chaotic, everyone loudly debating the methods of mobilization.

However, there was no doubt that the scenes Gǔ Xié Chén displayed had ignited the strongest greed buried deep within these dark creatures.

Especially the Wulfen Great Chief and the seven Wulfen Elders, who were clamoring for their Wulfen soldiers to take the vanguard.

This differed from when they dispatched the Seven Great Generals to attack the Thirteen Star System; back then, they were unaware of the wealth the Earth Federation possessed. But now, the Star Alliance Gǔ Xié Chén presented was a colossal piece of fatty meat. Even though their Purple Wolf God had not yet emerged, the Wulfen leadership could no longer afford restraint.

Even if they could not personally lead the charge, they absolutely had to dispatch their elite kin to take a hefty bite out of this fat prize. They could not allow others to claim all the benefits.

The atmosphere in the Daoist palace reached its zenith.

And the Great Chief of the cunning and inherently suspicious Fox-folk clan proposed that they must proceed with extreme caution, as the Star Alliance possessed terrifyingly powerful Death Star ships and White Winged vessels. They must be exceedingly careful and ensure a decisive, fatal blow. They could not afford to lose too many of their kin.

Given the Star Alliance's might, they resolved to petition the Dark Gods, inviting the hidden predecessors of various races within the Dark Temple to join the assault on the Star Alliance.

With the plan set, the Great Chiefs of each race departed the Daoist palace, eagerly returning to their ancestral lands to mobilize their armies. They agreed to converge their forces in the Minotaur territory in half a month.

As the group just stepped out of the gathering Daoist palace, an intensely powerful oppressive force descended upon the world. A piercing wolf howl echoed from afar, causing the hearts of everyone present to tremble violently.

The Wulfen Great Chief and the seven Patriarchs stood frozen, then screamed out in delighted ecstasy: "Our Purple Wolf God! He has emerged early! Heavens, listen to how high and strong his howl is! Sense his incomparably mighty power! Our Purple Wolf God has finally appeared!"

Gǔ Xié Chén was startled, then suddenly overjoyed.

The magical fluctuation of this Purple Wolf God, though mighty, was merely at the level of a Celestial Immortal—at most possessing the strength equivalent to a Sixth-Grade Celestial Immortal, perhaps reaching the realm of the Seven-Luminaries Mo-Yi Heaven. While powerful, it clearly lacked the terrifying might of the Innate Grand Sage that Gu Xiechen had worried about. It could be inferred that, much like the black dragon Gu Xiechen had previously executed, this Purple Wolf God’s innate primal form was not particularly robust; among the Innate Grand Sages, he likely ranked among the lowest echelon.

With this Purple Wolf God stationed here, it was anticipated that the dark creatures would be able to inflict even greater damage upon the Polaris Empire, wouldn't they?

Gu Xiechen grew even more elated! (To be continued) The original publication site address is now changed to: Gang... Kou Yang... 8.0. Please visit!