SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 1017 - 1017 God Devourer

"This……"

Upon hearing Tuoba Yu's words, some of the clan leaders exchanged glances and fell silent.

Although among the slave race, the vast majority of beings held devout faith in the gods of fate and creation.

There were also some clan leaders who knew that the so-called gods were perhaps just exceptionally powerful beings.

Now, what they had to face was very likely the Emperor Clan!

And in their eyes, the Emperor Clan was already an existence comparable to gods.

Could the vague and intangible gods they believed in truly help them?

Seeing the reactions of some clan leaders, Tuoba Yu's expression immediately darkened.

"What's this, you don't believe the gods can help us through this crisis?"

"Do you still remember what the first rule of the Fate Alliance is?"

"Yes, yes, we remember — to forever believe in the gods of fate and creation, and to sincerely praise their name." All the clan leaders bowed their heads and cupped their hands.

"Good that you know, now go quickly!" Tuoba Yu said.

Soon, a grand sacrificial ceremony began.

Millions upon millions of slave race beings gathered around the Sacrificial Tower.

Prostrating themselves fully, offering worship and praise.

At the same time, in other great provinces, many slave race beings were likewise bowing in prayer.

Because Tuoba Yu was the origin of this uprising.

If they failed, the uprisings elsewhere would naturally die out as well.

These slave race beings did not notice.

Their devout faith spread outward through the Sacrificial Tower, transforming into an invisible torrent of light specks.

Pouring into the seed of faith within Jun Xiaoyao's inner universe.

At around the same time.

In another part of the Tianmu Great Province's plains.

There was likewise an army encamped.

It was the army of the Five-Vein Royal Clans.

Their numbers were few, totaling only a little over two hundred thousand, far fewer than the slave race beings.

But not only were they well-equipped, their cultivation levels were generally quite formidable.

Most importantly, they had many top-tier powerhouses.

There were even Profound Venerables and Divine Venerables holding down the rear.

This was not a war.

It was a slaughter!

At the center of the encampment.

In the void.

There was an extraordinarily lavish and enormous tower ship.

Just by looking at this tower ship, one could tell it was absolutely not something a royal clan could possess on their own.

At this moment, inside the tower ship.

Ornately carved beams and painted rafters filled the space, spiritual energy dense and swirling like mist.

Deep within, there was a throne.

Seated upon the throne was a man.

He wore a loose long robe, his skin pale as marble.

His features were strikingly handsome, and his eyes had no whites — they were entirely black.

Like two black holes, bottomless, without a single trace of light.

His hair was also very long, trailing down to the floor, and his entire bearing was extraordinarily unique and striking.

Below his seat stood several figures.

There was also a woman in a blood-red long dress, her appearance hauntingly seductive, nestled beside the man on the throne, feeding him spirit fruits.

She was the Holy Maiden of the Blood Spirit Royal Clan.

And the Blood Spirit Royal Clan was one of these Five-Vein Royal Clans.

One could imagine what it meant to have a Holy Maiden serving as a handmaiden.

The identity and status of this man were clearly extraordinary, with a background that was absolutely not small.

"It's still Lord Imperial Son who is merciful, giving those slave race swine seven days to consider. If it were me, I'd have wiped them all out on the spot."

A man with a powerful build, muscles like iron, and blood-red demonic patterns branded all over his body said.

One of his arms was shaped like a blade edge, incomparably sharp.

He was a prodigy of the Blade-Arm Shura Clan, and also one of the prodigies of the Five-Vein Royal Clans.

The man on the throne, whom he addressed as Imperial Son, let out a soft laugh and said indifferently.

"With such a vast number of beings, dealing with them would still take some time."

"This Imperial Son needs to attend the Tushan Emperor Clan's marriage selection afterward, and has no time to waste here. I need to finish refining my God-Devouring Ring."

As he spoke, the man raised his hand, and a circular ring materialized in his palm.

It seemed like a black hole within, capable of devouring all living things.

The several royal clan prodigies nearby, upon seeing this, all felt a chill run down their spines and hastily lowered their heads.

Because they knew that this man was no pushover.

He was the God-Devouring Imperial Son of the God-Devouring Clan.

One of the Seven Minor Emperors of the Outer Realm!

The God-Devouring Clan was few in number.

Their true form was the exceedingly rare God-Devouring Worm.

In the primordial age, this clan was said to be capable of devouring gods!

They were one of the rare divine insects that could stand alongside the likes of the Divine Demon Ant, the Ten-Transformation Divine Silkworm, and the Primordial Emperor Butterfly.

This clan had nearly gone extinct in the Immortal Realm.

But in the Outer Realm, they had survived and flourished, forming the God-Devouring Clan.

And this clan's innate divine ability was their terrifying power of devourment!

There were even records of certain royal physiques and divine physiques being devoured by God-Devouring Worms.

This showed just how overwhelmingly dominant this clan's devouring power was.

And it was precisely because of this that the God-Devouring Imperial Son had become one of the Seven Minor Emperors of the Outer Realm.

His divine weapon, the God-Devouring Ring, needed to devour countless living beings in order to advance further.

And as it happened, the slave race rebellion had brought hundreds upon hundreds of millions of beings right to him — in his eyes, they were the perfect resources for refining his divine weapon.

With his status as the God-Devouring Imperial Son, he had effortlessly summoned the Five-Vein Royal Clans to fight on his behalf.

"What's this, afraid this Imperial Son will devour you?"

Looking at the royal clan prodigies with their heads lowered and bodies trembling slightly, the God-Devouring Imperial Son let out a cold laugh.

"Of course not." One prodigy forced themselves to speak up, though they were terrified inside.

This God-Devouring Imperial Son had devoured no small number of prodigies.

What he enjoyed most was devouring prodigies with special bloodline physiques.

"Relax, this Imperial Son has no real interest in you. As long as you help me slaughter those slave race beings and refine the God-Devouring Ring, you'll all be well rewarded."

"Many thanks, Lord Imperial Son!"

All the prodigies cupped their hands.

The Blood Spirit Holy Maiden beside him, while massaging the God-Devouring Imperial Son's shoulders, said.

"By the way, Lord Imperial Son, this one has heard that those slave race swine worship a deity called something like the God of Fate and Creation."

"And their sudden surge in cultivation also seems to be related to the divine techniques granted by that deity."

Upon hearing this, the God-Devouring Imperial Son shook his head and sneered, "The God of Fate and Creation — utterly laughable. Who has such audacity, claiming to represent fate and creation."

"I'd say it's just some charlatan pulling a con."

"When the time comes and we wipe them all out, let's see whether the so-called deity they worship will come to save them."

The God-Devouring Imperial Son dismissed it entirely.

Pretending to be a charlatan was one thing, but invoking the names of fate and creation — was that a name just anyone could claim?

"Once the God-Devouring Ring is refined, I'll head to the marriage selection and see if I can take one or two beautiful wives."

"That War God Chaos Physique is truly mouth-watering. If I could devour him, I'd absolutely become the strongest among the Outer Realm's younger generation — what a pity he's far too dangerous to provoke."

For the God-Devouring Worm, the fastest way to evolve was to devour various bloodline physiques.

The Chaos Physique was undoubtedly the most precious supreme tonic of all.

Even a single drop of chaos blood was worth far more than those millions of slave race beings.

Unfortunately, the God-Devouring Imperial Son could only entertain the thought for now.

To actually go and kill someone with a Chaos Physique — he wasn't yet qualified for that.

Seven days passed quickly.

The Five-Vein Royal Clan army, backed by the God-Devouring Imperial Son, began surging in full force toward the headquarters of the slave race's Fate Alliance.

And on the slave race's side, after seven days of prayer, they too were prepared to fight to the death.

Just as the great battle was about to erupt.

In the Tianmu Great Province, within a teleportation formation, the figures of Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao was able to control Tuoba Yu, and immediately picked up on some information.

"The Five-Vein Royal Clans are besieging them — so there's someone pulling strings from behind."

"Let me see who has the nerve to obstruct my plans."

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was deep and his eyes cold and sharp, looking toward the vast and tumultuous battlefield far in the distance.