Martial World's
Ch 1917 - Return (A)
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The Primeval Universe is one of the 33 Heavens. It was an extremely vast space, but the Ark of Hope only used a few days to quickly reach its destination.
As long as they could pass through the God Lamenting Wall here, the other party would become one of the universes of the saints.
Currently, the ancient remnant race was racing against death. This was because even if the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had managed to lock their positions, it would still take some time to pass on the information.
As long as the remaining remnant races could arrive in the heavenly Realm before the army of saints intercepted them, then it would be their victory.
"Breakthrough!"
Diwuhen ordered without hesitation. In the void, the Ark of Hope accelerated to no end, turning into a streak of heavenly light that crossed millions of miles instantly, directly impacting onto the God's Lamenting Wall.
Due to the great cataclysm of 3.6 billion years ago, the God Lamenting Wall that separated the Ancient Universe and the universe of the saints had become extremely weak, almost disappearing. If an empyrean peak attacked, piercing a hole through the Lamenting God Wall would not be difficult at all.
And the full speed impact of the Ark of Hope even surpassed the all-out strike of an Empyrean peak.
Woosh!
The Ark of Hope collided with the God of Lamenting. It was like an arrow shooting into an elastic curtain. The Lamenting God Wall stretched forward, forming a huge cone on the other side.
The Ark of Hope quickly slowed down. The Lamenting God Wall shook violently. Eventually, the wall was torn off and the Ark of Hope made its way into the universe of the saints of the Ancient Universe.
As they passed through the God Lamenting Wall, the powerhouses of the ancient races all felt their hearts gripped and continued to be on full alert. They were afraid that behind the God Lamenting Wall, all that was waiting for them was the trap of the saint race.
But at this moment, in the universe of this unknown holy race, all that existed was a silent space. The stars shone in the distance without a shadow of anyone present.
Everything feels peaceful to the point of being scary.
A feeling of uneasiness swelled up within Diwuhen's heart. But now is not the time to doubt. He loudly declared, "Full speed!"
The primal god race was currently an obsolete army filled with nothing but tired soldiers. But, the Ark of Hope did not slow down at all. It passed through space, quickly activating the shift of a huge void.
Time and again, the Ark of Hope crossed the universe of this saint race.
The ancient races had an incredible and very long history. They had a Heaven 33-star chart, a huge map that broadly depicted the 33 Heavens universe.
It also marked where the universes of the 33 Heavens were connected to each other and the main races that lived within them.
Although this star chart information is unclear, it has an unpredictable function for now. It could show them the direction to take, otherwise, the ancient race would not know where to go to find the heavenly Realm.
To Bagui looked at the star chart and said, “The universe we live in is called Saint Strife Heaven. It measures 70% of the primordial universe and in the seven heavens of the saints, it is one with a relatively low number of masters and a relative lack of resources. According to what we know, this Saint Strife Heaven is one of the safer Heavens and there are no True Immortals here. There is a possibility that we can pass through it directly and arrive at the heavenly Realm safely! ”
Even for a True Divinity, wanting to travel through the universe to catch up would take time. Even if the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign wanted to send out news of their arrival, it would still take some time. In any way they managed to escape was not a wasted prospect.
Moreover, according to the information obtained by the primal god race, the True Immortals of the saint race were in a fierce battle against each other. This was because the situation involved the possession of all the resources within the Primeval Realm Ruins.
Among the Divine Divinity saint race, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was the strongest. He had formed the greatest influence of the saint race and became the Saint Ruler of the holy race, commanding the seven Heavens of the saints. He seized nearly 80% of the total resources of the saint race, including the Primeval Realm Ruins and Grandmist Spirit Bead. Eventually, he even managed to subdue Famine's body, making that soulless body his avatar.
All profits were taken by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
In this situation, the other True Divinities were certainly not satisfied.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had launched a great war focusing on the primal god race. This war was to plunder the resources of the ancient ruins, and most of these resources would be taken by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
As for the war against the heavenly Realm, this was also due to the ambitions of the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign. Another holy race, the True Divinity was not always willing to serve as the Saint Sovereign's Fortune spear.
Among all the bad news, this is the only good news.
As they continued to pass through space, Diwuhen looked at the star chart, beads of sweat coming out of his forehead.
"Three more great emptiness and we must arrive at the God's Lamenting Wall beside the heavenly Realm. There we will be able to pass through the God Lamenting Wall and enter the heavenly Realm! ”
Diwuhen. But when he spoke his complexion suddenly changed. At that moment he could feel the Ark of Hope suddenly slowing down as if it had fallen into a swamp!
"What happened !?" The Bagui skin also changed. He could sense that the Ark of Hope had entered a gigantic force field. The space around him was sealed!
The large hall that housed the Ark of Hope formation suddenly shook like an earthquake passing through it. The martial artists managing the array formation were shaken from their positions.
Everyone is panicking. They looked out the windows of the ship to see dozens of spirit ships before them. They were already waiting there and had activated their array formation!
The Ark of Hope was a small fly that landed on the spider web, unable to move!
And to set up an array formation that could intercept the Ark of Hope, the strength of their opponents could be imagined!
"Santa race spirit ship!"
Diwuhen breathed in cold air. They're ambushed!
"How did they get so fast !?"
The roaring bone race, Empyrean clenched his fists, his voice filled with unwillingness. They were already very close to the heavenly Realm! Just a little more and they would be able to escape the Heaven Strife Saint. But now, all their plans have failed!
“Since we escaped until now, only a few days have passed. During the days we spent traveling through two universes of the 33 Heavens, we did so entirely within the Ark of Hope; it was impossible for anyone to be faster than us. And speaking logically, even if our location is tracked, there should be no one here who can catch up and still have enough time to lay down this array formation … these people were supposed to be transferred here from the heavenly Realm … "
In a quiet corner, Lin Ming suddenly spoke. Although his voice was calm and composed, his words could not hide their weakness. In the battle against the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign, Lin Ming had used up too much energy. He nearly burned his soul and was forced to withdraw his mind and soul power.
"Ransferred from the heavenly Realm, yes …"
Bagui muttered loudly. Lin Ming's explanation was the most reasonable possibility. The saint race controlled the seven Heavens, but in the end they still relied on an Empyrean level Spirit ship to travel. If they wanted to cross through the 33 Heavens universe, it would still require a month or two. In a few short days, wanting to summon so many martial artists to this region of the universe was easier said than done, let alone not everyone Empyre was commanded by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
However, if the martial artists sent to the heavenly Realm were ordered to return and intercept the Ark of Hope, then it would be much easier.
"The ancient remnant, I've been waiting for you for too long!"
In the void, a loud and majestic voice echoed out. A red-robed middle-aged man slowly flew out from the middle of the saint race army.
A thin smile hung on his face and he wore a battle suit on his robe. His cultivation was at the peak of the Empyrean realm.
His eyes are like lightning. He casually swept through the Ark of Hope array formation and could see that his energy reserves were now down to 5%!
Although this was still an Beyond Divinity level spirit treasure, it was impossible for its true potential to be displayed.
“The background of this ancient remnant race is indeed deep. Thinking they could obtain such a high treasure. It is a pity for them, but all this will belong to the saints … "
The armored man smirked evilly. Killing the ancient race and capturing Lin Ming alive, this would be a monumental feat. His fame and prestige among the saints would skyrocket and he would also earn a rich reward from the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
At this moment, behind the middle-aged man, space began to distort with ripples.
One after another, saint race Empyreans appeared, their figures slowly appearing as they broke through space.
Their cultivation was incredible and their blood vitality was incredible. When they stand in space, they are like planets blocking the world. Among them were a few individuals who exuded an aura as deep as an abyss, as if they were unfathomable creatures.
These were also peak Empyreans, not much worse than the armored Empyrean that first appeared.
The powers of the ancient race race within the Ark of Hope all had gloomy expressions. They could feel a great crisis and pressure pressing down on them!
They had escaped from the tiger's nest only to enter the wolf's nest!
And it just so happened that they had used almost all of their strength to escape from the Ancient Universe. Moreover, they only had two peak Empyreans left in To Bagui and Diwuhen. What capital do they have to fight with these holy saints before them?
"Should the heavens destroy my people?"
Diwuhen clenched his hands so hard that his hands shivered. The sovereign Old God had sacrificed himself, handing over the future of their people to him.
But .. in the end, this .. is all that is generated …
"Cursing!"
Diwuhen's nails dug so deep into his palms that blood started to drip.
At this moment, the ancient race of Empyreans began to move forward, standing behind Diwuhen.
They faced the windows of the ship and saw the power of the saint Empyreans who were ten times stronger and had been waiting for their time here. For a moment, a tragic sadness spread in their hearts.
They were well aware that in the following battle, it was likely that they would all be annihilated!