A multitude of newborn Angels, utterly bewildered, emerged into the City of Wei, only to be confused shortly after the Six Harmonies Tower purged crucial information from the progenitor consciousness of the Angelic race. These Angels seemed to feel an innate need to accomplish something, a drive to seek out a secure star domain where they could recuperate and replenish their essence, yet they were hopelessly lost as to the specifics of how to proceed or where true safety lay.

Bursting through the spatial tunnel—the very Star Gate that had consumed so much of Gu Xichen’s effort—the Angels materialized within a core star domain of the Viking Empire. Towering a thousand li high, their sudden appearance was instantly registered by the swarm of early-warning satellites and fixed gun emplacements scattered across the Viking heavens. Alarms immediately radiated outward in all directions, prompting the Viking Empire’s fleet, painstakingly assembled over several decades, to converge rapidly on the anomaly.

Alas, the Bloodline Secret Fortress had been utterly shattered by Gu Xichen’s hand, and the production lines for the Death Star Vessels and White Wing-class warships manufactured by the Elder Council were completely annihilated. The Viking Empire now possessed only starships equivalent to the battered, junk-heap Standard Class One vessels of the Star Alliance. These ships arrived like a swarm of flies, yet long before they could reach the still-confused Angels, they were effortlessly sliced apart by Holy Radiance and reduced to nothingness.

The Angels instinctively sensed the malevolent intent clinging to these warships. These vessels were hostile toward them, compelling an instinctive retaliation. Their spirits thrummed violently, obeying some imperative forcibly implanted within them. These nascent Angels unleashed the secret arts of their race, rapidly escalating the frequency and energy level of their spiritual fluctuations, connecting with their brethren across the vast network of nearby stars.

The potent spiritual waves propagated rapidly through the void, amplified and transmitted between the stars. Tens of thousands of stars, quiet for decades, began to convulse violently once more. Over a hundred newly born Angels, each possessing the power level of a Seraphim, materialized. This surge of fresh power both stunned and elated the higher-ranking Angels of the race.

“The Mo Teng Long Gen people? We have never heard of such a race!”

“Regardless of their origin, anyone who dares attack our kin must face retribution!”

“Newborn brothers, please exercise caution and temporarily avoid them for now. You lack the numbers to sustain losses; you must prevent them from harming your precious bodies. Our race is noble and sacred; any profane power may cause us injury!”

“Yes, evade them for the moment! We are mobilizing immediately to rendezvous with you!”

Across the boundless expanse of space, the radiance above hundreds of stars, varying in size, flared hundreds of times brighter than usual. Figure after figure, immense and unparalleled, tore free from the stellar bodies, their magnificent wings unfurling. They cried out the Holy Names of the Heavenly Lord, carving temporary Star Gates into the vacuum of space. From each gate poured forth legions of Angels, numbering from thirty or fifty thousand to as many as five or six hundred thousand.

Utilizing the mysterious energy and spatial conduits linking the stars, and after expending a fraction of the colossal divine power borrowed from the Angelic Progenitor, the Angelic host—composed of two Seraphim Chancellors, thirty Thrones, thirty Cherubim, two hundred Principalities, and two hundred Powers—arrived at the Viking Empire within a mere three hours, meeting the Angels spawned by Gu Xichen without incident.

Gu Xichen hovered invisibly in an adjacent sector of space, watching the jubilant Angels cluster together with icy indifference. To the Angels, the appearance of over a hundred Seraphim-level experts was proof of their Heavenly Lord’s boundless divine might, a sign that their Progenitor was about to awaken and lead them to conquer the entire universe. Thus, they laughed, they rejoiced, and they embraced and kissed the newly arrived Angels with fervent warmth.

Pity the Angelic Progenitor, however. First, so much of its power had been pilfered by Gu Xichen, and now its hasty descendants had drained immense energy to open the inter-stellar Star Gates to reach this location. Its awakening would surely be postponed indefinitely.

Letting out a peculiar chuckle, Gu Xichen narrowed his eyes. The later the Angelic Progenitor awoke, the better. It gave him time to exploit the powers of both the Angelic race and the Dark Creatures to fully indulge in the slaughter of the Mo Teng Long Gen bloodline. Your bloodline is very powerful, isn’t it? Unstoppable in number? Then let a populace greater, more savage, and more unreasonable come to deal with you!

The Viking Empire’s garrison fleet guarding this star sector had now converged from all directions. They charged menacingly toward the vast Angelic host suspended in the void. They hadn’t even grasped the true nature of the enemy they faced before their warships unleashed a full-intensity barrage.

The ineffective attack only served to enrage the two Seraphim Chancellors of the Angelic race. Glowing with intense golden light, they merely snorted coldly, casting a brief glance at the reckless fleet. In response, tens of thousands of eager Angels, anxious to prove themselves, swarmed forward. Countless Holy Slashes tore through the void, illuminating the sector. Amidst the blinding white light, tens of thousands of Standard Class One warships detonated, and countless Viking soldiers—body and soul—were utterly annihilated in the Holy Radiance.

A few discernible energy signatures radiated from a shattered warship, and a dozen young figures bearing distinct traits of the Mo Teng Long Gen bloodline rapidly burst free from the inferno. They joined forces to attack the first wave of several dozen Angels. The strongest among these blood descendants possessed cultivation roughly equivalent to the Soul Transformation stage. Relying on their resilient physiques against ordinary attacks, they instantly struck down nearly a hundred common Two-Winged Angels.

The Angelic race possessed immense numbers, but a considerable portion were mere dross. Some of these Two-Winged Angels didn't even possess the strength of the Golden Core stage; save for a pair of beautiful, ornate white wings, in Gu Xichen's eyes, they were beings of no value that could be crushed by the thousandfold. However, those wings alone elevated their worth dramatically.

The death of nearly a hundred Angels provoked the upper-ranking Angels observing from the rear. A Power Angel roared in anger, beating its silver wings as it shot toward the attackers. This Power Angel, whose peak strength bordered on the Immortal Celestial Three-Essence stage, lazily swung its weapon—a silver Holy Radiance beam several li thick swept across the void, reducing the brave blood descendants to ash.

The Power Angel haughtily raised the longsword in its hand, turning back with delicate poise to acknowledge its kin.

The two leading Seraphim Chancellors offered quiet, satisfied applause, prompting the newly aware newborn Angels to join in a loud chorus of approval. This was how enemies should be treated: obliterated instantly with overwhelming force, leaving no opportunity for resistance.

Gu Xichen smiled. He subtly shifted his body, initiating the Seventy-Two Transformations he had learned from Yang Jian and Sun Monkey. He swiftly transformed into a monstrous beast over three thousand meters long, covered entirely in dark-blue scales, sporting two heads, eight wings, and thirteen claws. Its scales were dotted with fine black venomous thorns, making it appear undeniably closely related to the Mo Teng Long Gen.

With a roar, Gu Xichen manifested his form in the void. His eight wings swept back fiercely, his colossal body flashing through space like lightning as he lunged toward the Power Angel. A torrent of ferocious spiritual energy spread out like a hurricane. Gu Xichen’s will instantly transmitted to the arrogant Angels: “The honor of the Mo Teng Long Gen race shall not be defiled! The glory of our supreme Progenitor shall soon envelop the entire universe!”

Opening his massive maw, Gu Xichen bit off the head of the stunned Power Angel, fighting down the revulsion and nausea. Golden blood, laced with white Holy Light, sprayed everywhere. Gu Xichen opened his mouth, his long, elastic tongue flicked out fiercely, launching the Power Angel’s head back toward the main Angelic host.

Laughing strangely, a burst of black flame erupted from Gu Xichen’s enormous body, quickly engulfing an area spanning a hundred li. The tens of thousands of Angels who had charged out to rout the Viking fleet were powerless to resist. They screamed as they were drawn into the Solar Blazing Fire, their bodies rapidly turning to ash. The immense Holy Light energy within them was devoured by the Solar Blazing Fire, transforming into Gu Xichen’s own cultivation base.

A searing hot current swept through him. Gu Xichen was astonished to find that incinerating these Angels with the Solar Blazing Fire provided an amount of power equivalent to an entire month of his own arduous cultivation, just from a few tens of thousands of low-level Angels. He glanced with a hint of greed toward the astonishingly large Angelic host before him. If he could refine all these Angels using the Solar Blazing Fire, wouldn't his cultivation instantly soar to new heights?

Forcing down this overly greedy thought, Gu Xichen raised his two great heads high and shot a savage surge of spiritual power at the two dumbfounded Seraphim Chancellors: “You shall all become our food! Your bodies will cease to exist, and your energy will become ours! Submit to the rule of the Mo Teng Long Gen lineage, or perish! There is no other path!”

The two Seraphim Chancellors offered no verbal warning. They spread their golden wings and shot forward like two dazzling beams of golden light toward Gu Xichen.

One at the Third Essence of Golden Immortal, the other at the Second Essence of Golden Immortal! Despite holding the high rank of Seraphim Chancellor, these two were likely the weakest among the seven Seraphim, perhaps even weaker than the newly born Angels! These unfortunate Angels had had their core origin power drained by their Progenitor before birth, and after their birth, they had to laboriously absorb the power of faith to advance, with most of that faith energy still being surrendered to their Progenitor.

To cultivate to the high rank of Seraphim, these two Angels were already the most senior and fortunate existences within the Angelic race.

However, their luck ended abruptly today.

As they closed within a hundred li of Gu Xichen, the bodies of both Seraphim rapidly swelled, reaching a height of a thousand li. They brandished their golden holy swords, cleaving down with overwhelming golden Holy Light toward Gu Xichen’s two long necks, intending to slay him in a single stroke.

Facing the two holy swords, Gu Xichen stood his ground, puffing out his chest, watching the two Seraphim crackling with murderous intent, completely unfazed.

The holy swords struck Gu Xichen’s neck beneath the joyful gazes of all the Angels. A flash of fire erupted, and the swords rebounded high, failing to even scratch the surface of Gu Xichen’s thick scales.

The powerful Holy Light covering the swords was entirely absorbed by Gu Xichen’s body. Holy Light derived from stellar power, when encountering the source of all pure Yang energy in the cosmos—the Solar Qi—was like a small stream merging into the ocean; it simply could not harm him.

Laughing strangely, Gu Xichen glanced at the gaping Seraphim before him and casually swung a claw at the one who was merely a Second Essence Golden Immortal. With a single swipe, the Seraphim’s armor shattered, a massive hole was torn through its core where its heart resided. Gu Xichen plucked out its glittering golden core and promptly swallowed it whole.

A surging hot current exploded within his abdomen like a bomb. Simultaneously, every scale on Gu Xichen’s body stood erect. After decades of cultivation, he had only reached the First Essence of Golden Immortal. But after devouring this Seraphim’s origin core with the Solar Profound Pearl, his cultivation rapidly increased. In the blink of an eye, he was on the verge of breaking through the barrier to the Second Essence of Golden Immortal.

At the Celestial Immortal stage, an upper-rank Celestial Immortal was about ten times stronger than a lower-rank one on average. At the Golden Immortal stage, this ratio expanded to a hundredfold! The power possessed by a Second Essence Golden Immortal, purely in terms of quantity, was roughly a hundred times Gu Xichen's entire magical power.

The Solar Profound Pearl frantically devoured the core of this unfortunate Seraphim Chancellor, refining the Holy Light energy within it back into a wisp of innate Solar Qi that merged into Gu Xichen’s body. Roughly twenty portions of Holy Light energy were required to restore one wisp of innate Solar Qi. When the Solar Profound Pearl had nearly consumed the entire core, Gu Xichen’s body shuddered—he had forcefully broken through to the Second Essence of Golden Immortal realm.

“I originally only intended to kill one!” Feeling exceptionally pleased, Gu Xichen sighed contentedly. He glanced at the other Seraphim Chancellor, who was sweating cold panic, and swiped his claw through the air with irresistible force. The Chancellor’s protective Holy Light and armor were torn open effortlessly, its body crushed, and its core snatched out and stuffed into Gu Xichen’s mouth.

An even more colossal surge of Holy Light flooded his body. Since Holy Light was energy condensed from stellar radiance—an energy evolved from innate Solar Qi—it was absorbed without any difficulty, thanks to the Solar Profound Pearl. This core, condensing over half the total magical power of a Second Essence Golden Immortal, was rapidly converted into Gu Xichen’s own cultivation. The energy conversion was smooth and flawless, without the slightest impediment.

In an instant, Gu Xichen broke through the bottleneck of the Third Essence of Golden Immortal, forcefully advancing his cultivation to the middle stage of the Third Essence Golden Immortal.

This instantaneous surge in strength immediately invited the appearance of his inner demons. Gu Xichen’s eyes turned crimson as he stared at the gaping Angels. Devour them! Devour them all! Although the energy required to advance from the Third Essence to the Fourth Essence of Golden Immortal was astronomical, devouring every single Angel present would yield enough energy to propel him to the Fourth Essence of Celestial Immortal!

Just as Gu Xichen was about to lose control of his greed and charge toward the massive Angelic host, the Haotian Pagoda released a stream of cyan light, dispelling the inner demon. Gu Xichen’s senses cleared, and he immediately turned and fled. He could feel a faint pulling force emanating from the void. If he continued to forcibly devour the Angels' power, he feared he would be unable to resist the rules of heaven and earth and be blacklisted from ascension—a fate he desperately wished to avoid.

Glancing back at the stupefied Angels, Gu Xichen did not forget to lash out with his tail, pulverizing the two Seraphim Chancellors whose cores had been removed and whose life forces were rapidly dissipating. He projected a provocative mental wave toward them: “You winged bird-people, if you seek revenge, come find our glorious Mo Teng Long Gen race! We will satisfy your desire for self-destruction, and slaughter every last one of you!”

His eyes rolling, Gu Xichen suddenly convulsed. Two deep, long gashes appeared where the holy swords had struck his neck moments before. A large quantity of thick, black ichor spurted from the wounds, vanishing in wisps of black flame in the blink of an eye. He opened his massive jaws and violently spewed out what looked like over ten tons of thick, black fluid—this substance, resembling blood, also dissolved in the black flames. Only then did he stagger away, appearing heavily wounded, fleeing rapidly.

The newborn Angels did not pursue Gu Xichen. The Thrones, Cherubim, Principalities, and Powers, already stunned by the death of their two Seraphim Chancellors, were even more terrified to chase him. They watched as the "severely wounded" Gu Xichen spat blood while fleeing into the distance, leaving behind only the scattered white motes of light that erupted from the disintegrating bodies of the two Seraphim Chancellors.

The fall of the two Seraphim Chancellors shocked every upper-ranking Angel. The radiant flames erupting from tens of thousands of stars froze like polished glass, emitting not a single stray flare.

A terrifying killing intent began to brew within those stars, and a destructive tide surged between them.

“Newly promoted Seraphim Hamlerin shall serve as a substitute for one of the Seven Chancellors!”

“Newly promoted Seraphim Wolfsilva shall serve as a substitute for one of the Seven Chancellors!”

“Completely eradicate all life in that star domain! Use their blood, their lives, to consecrate the two fallen Chancellors.”

“Dispatch sufficient forces to thoroughly investigate the Mo Teng Long Gen race and collect all related intelligence!”

“Our race vows to exterminate the Mo Teng Long Gen lineage!”

“In the name of the Progenitor, the Mo Teng Long Gen race shall be destroyed!”

“By the authorization of the Seven Chancellors, the forbidden spell ‘Progenitor’s Descent’ may be used if necessary to summon a Progenitor Avatar to eliminate the enemy.”

Gu Xichen remained unaware of the Angelic race’s resolution to destroy the Mo Teng Long Gen lineage at any cost. He was traversing the void, moving from that star sector toward the capital star domain of the Viking Empire.

By altering the method of linking the Star Gate to the spatial tunnel, he had dumped the Angels into a completely different star sector. Meanwhile, the Dark Creatures spilled directly out of the Dark Star Domain, surging toward the Viking Empire's capital stronghold.

These Dark Creatures and newborn Dark Deities, driven partially insane because their newly emerged gods had suddenly transformed into Angels, and enraged because their kin had been attacked, went berserk upon seeing the lifelike statues of the Mo Teng Long Gen carved onto the hulls of the Viking Imperial Guard’s vessels.

Led by these Dark Deities, who were born possessing the formidable power of First, Second, Third, or even Fourth Essence Golden Immortals, the Viking Imperial Capital Star Domain instantly descended into a living hell. The Dark Creatures indulged their innate tendencies for plunder and slaughter, happily conquering ninety-nine percent of the administrative stars in the Viking capital sphere within moments.

The citizens of the Viking Empire wailed, struggling for survival under the ravages of the Dark Creatures. But under the leadership of these Golden Immortal-level Dark Deities, all resistance crumbled like dust, scattered by a mere breath.

Everything proceeded as smoothly as Gu Xichen had predicted, until a twist occurred just as a contingent of Dark Creatures began assaulting the Viking capital star itself.

A singularly remarkable Mo Teng Long Gen blood descendant blocked the siege of dozens of Dark Deities single-handedly, staunchly defending the Viking capital.

When Gu Xichen secretly arrived, the blood descendant was forcing the Dark Deities into retreat.

Staring at the blood descendant radiating brilliant treasure light from afar, Gu Xichen sucked in a sharp breath!

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