Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The two demigods were terrified.

They had already reacted very quickly and had clearly run before that person made a move, but why were they still caught up?

Now, they had fallen into the other party's blood energy palm.

The divine power in that palm was boundless, making it impossible for them to break free.

A feeling of sorrow and despair arose in their hearts.

They even found it very ridiculous.

After cultivating for countless years and surviving several epochs, in this era, they were actually being restrained in the hand by a young cultivator from such a distance, using a blood energy palm, making it difficult to resist.

It was truly ironic and a great humiliation!

The blood energy palm, surrounded by chaotic golden light, quickly shrank back from the starry sky to above the earthen city.

Immediately, Jun Wuxie threw the two of them onto the high platform in the central square of the earthen city, sealing their blessed caves.

The Xia Clan's gazes instantly focused on them, and the hatred and killing intent in their eyes were, at this moment, intense to an unparalleled degree.

"Hahaha!"

The Xia Clan's patriarch and others laughed loudly, with tears in their eyes.

"To think you would have this day!

You shameless people have finally met your retribution!"

The Xia Clan's people threw things at them, such as stones and mineral scraps.

Although they could not injure the demigods, being pelted like this by a group of people with low cultivation levels was no different from humiliation for them.

Jun Wuxie led three demigods into the city and threw the forty demigods onto the platform.

The people in the city were shocked, and the entire city instantly fell silent, not daring to believe their eyes.

They did not know that these people were all demigods. They did not recognize the others, but they recognized Emperor Atu and the lords of the nine major forces.

These people had too high a status. Their portraits and images had long been circulated throughout the continent.

"This..."

They were so shocked that they could not speak, and some did not dare to believe that the scene before them was real.

"These should all be the participants from back then, and now they are all here."

As Jun Wuxie spoke, he kicked Emperor Atu and then pointed to the sword-cultivating girl ancestor, saying, "See if you recognize her. I sensed guilt towards your Xia Clan from her emotions."

The Xia Clan's people shifted their gazes to the girl's face, carefully examining her, and their eyes revealed a look of contemplation.

Immediately, many people's expressions changed, and they exclaimed, "Are you Atu Yingli?"

The Xia Clan's expressions could not help but become complicated.

They stared at the girl, was she really Atu Yingli?

When the girl heard the Xia Clan call out her name and saw the complicated look on their faces, she could not help but lower her head.

The usually cold girl actually shed tears in front of everyone.

Jun Wuxie was quite surprised that a demigod of the Atu Clan, and a cold one at that, would actually shed tears in front of the Xia Clan.

He could see that most of Atu Yingli's tears came from regret and guilt.

At this time, the patriarch hurriedly left and quickly returned with a painting in his hand.

He shook the painting, and it flew up, slowly unfolding in the air and emitting light.

The painting was very ancient and depicted a woman of unparalleled beauty who looked exactly like the sword-cultivating girl.

The light emitted by the painting shone in the air, projecting a three-dimensional image of the woman's appearance, along with a poem, a love poem.

When the girl saw the painting and the poem, her emotions suddenly collapsed, and she covered her face and wailed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to you, sorry to your Xia Clan!

Back then, I was powerless to change the clan's decision and could not save you. Over the years, I have also been unable to change the Xia Clan's situation. I have no face to see the people of the Xia Clan, and I dare not hope for your forgiveness..."

She was tearful and choked as she murmured to the painting in the air, "I know that our Atu Clan is deeply sinful. As an important figure in the Atu Clan, I should also die!

I only ask that when we meet in the afterlife, you do not hate me..."

After she finished speaking, the flames of her soul ignited on her body, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She was about to immolate her primordial spirit and die.

"Lord Jun!"

When the Xia Clan saw Atu Yingli do this, they could not help but anxiously ask Jun Wuxie for help.

"You don't hate her?"

Jun Wuxie took action to extinguish Atu Yingli's soul flames, stopping her from committing suicide, but Atu Yingli was determined to die, and there was no longer any vitality in her pupils.

"Senior Yingli, you were the woman deeply loved by our ancestor back then. We also know that you had no intention of harming our Xia Clan, but were just involuntarily unable to stop it.

Our ancestor is gone, but he will always live in our hearts. He is the hero of the Xia Clan.

We don't want to see you like this..."

The Xia Clan's patriarch and others said these words with complicated feelings.

They knew very well how much their ancestor loved Atu Yingli back then, otherwise he would not have focused on preserving the painting and leaving it behind so that future generations would know of her existence.

If they were to say they hated her, the Xia Clan really did not hate Atu Yingli.

Before countless years, the Totem God had informed them in some way that Atu Yingli might be a glimmer of hope to help the Xia Clan out of their predicament in the future.

It was just that they did not expect that a powerful person like Jun Wuxie would descend on the continent and solve everything, so there was nothing for Atu Yingli to do.

"Atu Yingli, you were powerless to stop it back then and did not dare to stand up to oppose your clan. Now, you don't even have the courage to live?

Whether it was in the past or now, you are an escapee.

The Xia Clan has endured so much suffering, and they have all survived it.

They don't hate you because of your identity in the Atu Clan, but you can't forgive yourself.

If you really feel indebted to the Xia Clan, then you should cheer up and help them on the road to regaining their glory in the future!"

Jun Wuxie's cold voice, containing the laws, echoed in Atu Yingli's ears and mind like a dragon's roar, deafening and shocking her, causing her heart to tremble.

Atu Yingli turned her head to look at him, and the light gradually returned to her lifeless eyes, "You're right, I shouldn't escape anymore, I should do something for the Xia Clan to make up for my past debts..."

"Yingli! You traitor, to think that even after countless years, you are still thinking about that person!

Did he make it so impossible for you to forget him?"

The other demigods of the Atu Tribe glared at her, feeling angry and shocked by her words and actions.

Over the long years, they had never heard Yingli mention that person, not even a word, so they thought she had long forgotten him.

As a result, she still loved that dead person to this day!

"Traitor? Weren't your actions back then traitors to the Xia Clan?

What right do you have to say those two words.

And I am just loving who I love, what's wrong with that!

My love has become so powerless and ridiculous because of your actions.

He just left too early. If he hadn't fallen back then, who would dare to touch a hair on the Xia Clan!

When he was alive, you bowed and scraped, and after he fell, you attacked the Xia Clan.

Hahaha, you bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong!"

"You... you shut up!"

A middle-aged man roared. He was Atu Yingli's cousin.

He did not expect that his cousin harbored such deep hatred for them in her heart, and he had never noticed it in countless years. She had hidden it so well.

Jun Wuxie stepped forward and stomped on that person's face, silencing him.

Immediately, he released Atu Yingli's blessed cave seal and said, "Are there any other demigod experts in those nine major forces on this continent?"

"Yes, but their numbers are far less than ours. Each of their forces has roughly five demigods. Three came from each force today, four came from two forces, and there are not many left."

Atu Yingli seemed to know Jun Wuxie's plan and reminded him, "Their sects or families all have formations."

"How do they compare to your empire's formations?"

"They are far inferior."

"Where are your empire's talisman masters, and why haven't I seen them in the imperial city?"

This was a question that Jun Wuxie very much wanted to know.

"They are not in the imperial city. They are in a city far from the imperial city. There is a secret realm there with a special time flow. All the talisman masters are cultivating inside, studying the Dao of Talismans."

"Very good, you lead the way, and you go and capture all those talisman masters."

Jun Wuxie said to Atu Yingli and a young demigod from the Yinming Tribe.

Afterwards, he obtained the locations of the nine major forces from Atu Yingli, and then disappeared with Yue Yao into the earthen city.

This day was destined to be a day of bloodshed on this continent, and also a day of change.

Jun Wuxie went to the nine major forces separately, forcefully breaking into their families or sects and killing all their demigods.

The nine major forces were filled with gloom and despair, as if mourning their parents, and they lived in constant fear.

Even after Jun Wuxie left for a long time, their families and sects remained silent, scared out of their wits.

When he and Yue Yao returned to the earthen city, Atu Yingli and the demigod of the Yinming Tribe that he had sent out also returned, bringing back all the talisman masters.

Among them, there were hundreds of tenth-level saint talisman masters and dozens of tenth-level peak talisman masters.

They were not all from this era. Only about twenty were from the current Epoch; the rest had been slumbering since other Epochs.

There were quite a few below the Tenth Heaven Realm, especially a large number of Third and Fourth Heaven Realm Rune Masters, numbering in the millions.

These were all selected by the Atu Empire for their talent in the Dao of Runes.

Rune Masters were quite rare and extremely precious.

They were also slow to cultivate and required a lot of resources.

Jun Wuxie was unwilling to kill these Rune Masters.

In the end, he used the Scripture of Salvation to convert all of these Rune Masters.

"Patriarch, I will leave these Rune Masters on this continent to help your Xia Tribe.

If you integrate the power of the continent in the future, would you be willing to follow me to the starry sky once guarded by your ancestors to resist the darkness and quell the doomsday torrent?"

"Divine Lord Jun, you have bestowed upon the Xia Tribe the grace of rebirth! As long as Divine Lord Jun does not despise us, the Xia Tribe is willing to go through fire and water for you!"

The patriarch and elders of the Xia Tribe expressed their stance in unison.

They were truly grateful to this youth for rescuing their Xia Tribe from eternal suffering and giving them hope in the darkness.

"Good. Then you should cultivate well on this continent so that you can kill more enemies when the doomsday torrent arrives.

Now, take them to the spirit tablets of your Xia Tribe ancestors, let them repent, and then cut off their heads as a sacrifice. Consider this grievance settled for now.

As for the other members of the Atu Tribe, you can decide who to kill and who to spare when you have the strength in the future.

After you have done these things, I will resolve the issue of the bloodline curse for you and then take you to the Flame Mountain Range according to the requirements of your totem's divine sacrifice."

After Jun Wuxie finished speaking, he directly attacked, piercing the blessed lands of those dozens of demigods and activating the devouring power of his Natal Star, absorbing their Law energy and life essence into his body, purifying it and storing it in the Eight Nine Profound Palace.

Those demigods let out shrill screams, staring at him with resentful eyes, full of hatred and coldness.

Soon, the energy in their bodies was almost completely absorbed, leaving only a little life essence.

At this time, they had lost their power and were barely stronger than ordinary people, being dragged by the Xia Tribe members towards their ancestral hall.

These demigods were forced to kneel in the ancestral hall in humiliation, kowtowing until their heads were broken.

Finally, amidst their screams, their heads were cut off by the Xia Tribe members and used as sacrifices.

This sacrifice took a long time, lasting until the next day.

When the elders of the current Xia Tribe returned to the central square of the city, Jun Wuxie was sitting cross-legged on the high platform.

"Everyone, sit down, relax your body and mind, do not resist, just leave everything to me."

Jun Wuxie opened his eyes, and his voice spread to every corner of the city, so that everyone could hear clearly. They hurriedly did as he instructed.

Although the square was very large, it could not accommodate everyone in the Xia Tribe.

With a population of several hundred million, a very large space was needed.

Therefore, Jun Wuxie did not have them all gather here; it was enough for them to be within the city.

Next, every inch of his skin, every pore, overflowed with Chaos Golden Blood Qi.

This blood Qi transformed into thousands of strands, like tiny threads, covering the entire city and permeating into the bodies of every member of the Xia Tribe.

He temporarily activated the power of his Heavenly God Realm Yuan Shen, attaching it to the strands of blood Qi, entering the bodies of the Xia Tribe members. With his powerful perception, he quickly discovered the curse hidden in their bloodlines.

This curse was a special secret technique, but it was not very sophisticated, after all, it was just something created by a group of demigods.

With a little effort, he easily erased the curse mark in the bloodlines of the Xia Tribe members.

The moment the curse mark disappeared, every member of the Xia Tribe felt a jolt throughout their bodies, with a strange, indescribable feeling, as if a shackle had been removed from their bodies, giving them a strong sense of relief.

"Our bloodline curse is really gone?"

The people of the Xia Tribe could not believe it; their expressions were somewhat dazed.

The bloodline curse had plagued the Xia Tribe for countless years, like a nightmare that haunted them, impossible to get rid of or resolve.

Now, the nightmare that haunted the Xia Tribe members had finally been eliminated, and the shackle was broken.

From now on, their Xia Tribe would surely move towards glory and prosperity, regaining its past brilliance!

Many of the Xia Tribe members had tears in their eyes, especially the older ones, who felt it most deeply.

"Thank you, Divine Lord Jun, for the grace of rebirth. Our Xia Tribe has nothing to repay you with, except to follow Divine Lord Jun in the future to quell the darkness!"

Their ancestors had fallen in order to resist the darkness.

If Divine Lord Jun's ambition was to quell the doomsday torrent, then in the future, by following Divine Lord Jun, they would be doing the same thing as their ancestors.

That would also be considered inheriting the legacy of their ancestors!