Chapter 1639: Chapter 121 The Fall of the Kingdom of Immortals

If viewed from high above.

The narrow Jingyuan Continent resembles a crescent moon.

The large gorge in the middle splits Jingyuan Continent into two.

The northern part is occupied by True Martial Cultivators, while the southern part shelters the Kingdom of Immortals, which once dominated several continents.

The two sides have reached a delicate balance in their tacit understanding of each other.

This balance, apart from relying on their fixed routine battles, also depends on the thoughts of their respective leaders.

And now, this balance seems to be finally nearing its end.

Kingdom of Immortals.

Within the vast divine temple of Mother Godness, the atmosphere is incredibly heavy.

The remaining Evil Gods have all gathered, each emitting a profound aura, most are above the first level Divine Position, yet all are solemnly fixated on the only true leader here, the Mother Godness.

“The traces of True Martial Cultivators have been found at sea, they intend to trap us here entirely! Mother Godness, a decision must be made now!”

“To flee or to fight?”

A Jackal-headed Evil God spoke in a low, slightly angry and anxious tone.

But the voice of Mother Godness from within the placenta was relatively calm and replied:

“There is no escape; as long as we remain in this world, with the sheer numbers of True Martial Cultivators, sooner or later they will seek us out.”

“And they have endless potential, constantly advancing, whereas our limits remain as they are, today’s outcome has long been determined.”

“Are we to just wait here to be annihilated by them?”

The indifferent reaction of Mother Godness immediately stirred some resentment among the Evil Gods.

The Jackal-headed God couldn’t help but speak again:

“Our deaths matter not, but if all our believers perish, and Mother Godness falls, then we shall never have a chance to resurrect!”

“Mother Godness, it’s time to leave!”

However, Mother Godness’s response remained as before, without the slightest emotional fluctuation:

“And what good is fleeing? I’ve already said, the outcome between the Kingdom of Immortals and True Martial Cultivators has long been determined. If we escape today, we will be pursued again tomorrow. It merely postpones annihilation, ultimately failing our mission.”

The Jackal-headed God was momentarily stunned, then angrily said:

“Dying tomorrow is always better than dying today.”

“As long as Mother Godness can escape, we all have a chance to start over!”

Having said that, he stomped heavily on the temple floor in anger:

“It’s infuriating that several dozen deities among us are unaccounted for; otherwise, if we could join forces…”

Upon hearing his words, the gods within the temple fell silent for a moment.

Then the God of Longevity, who had remained silent, spoke indifferently:

“Since Mother Godness has given such instructions, she must have a plan, everyone prepare then!”

The Jackal-headed God was taken aback, quickly realizing something and looked at the God of Longevity:

“Mother Godness, is there another plan?”

Yet no reply came from the placenta, and the God of Longevity pondered slightly before speaking:

“Mother Godness has already sent the Yin God to negotiate with the Refining Void Cultivator of Wanxiang Sect, to jointly attack True Martial Cultivators. Now, we shall be the bait to lure out the top figures among the True Martial Cultivators…”

The Jackal-headed God’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he soon was overjoyed:

“I understand! As long as that Wanxiang Sect Refining Void Cultivator withstands the Dragon Pool’s suppression, with our combined divine power, it’s enough to counter-attack True Martial… Mother Godness is truly strategic! I shall prepare now!”

With that said, his body turned from solid to void, passing through the temple and leaving.

The other Evil Gods exchanged glances and also left one by one.

Inside the divine temple of Mother Godness, only a few figures remained.

Their gazes were all indifferent, devoid of emotion, like statues.

Their auras had already reached the Divine Emperor stage, which is the ultimate limit for the gods of the Kingdom of Immortals, even Mother Godness is no exception.

Inside the placenta, Mother Godness’s voice is no longer calm but carries a hint of wavering and doubt:

“I have been continually trying to contact the Yin God, yet have received no reply, uncertain of the situation…”

“Perhaps the place where the Yin God currently resides is special, making it inconvenient to communicate.”

The God of Longevity replied softly:

“Why not contact the Refining Void Cultivator of Wanxiang Sect directly using the method left by the Yin God previously.”

The voice of Mother Godness came from within the placenta:

“I have already established contact, and they have agreed to come; I just worry whether they can arrive in time… But even if it’s too late, it matters not. As long as they come and distract the True Martial Cultivators, it will be sufficient.”

“This time, we must ‘die’, and die utterly, completely.”

The God of War and the other two Divine Emperor level Evil Gods remained expressionless.

Only the God of Longevity asked indifferently:

“What about the Yin God?”

Mother Godness’s voice was calm:

“Exposing the Yin God to Wanxiang Sect is to show our sincerity. If the Refining Void Cultivator of Wanxiang Sect kills them, I will resurrect them anew.”

The God of Longevity fell silent momentarily, with a rare hint of oddity in his tone:

“If the Refining Void Cultivator acts, it might completely erase the Yin God…”

The placenta also went silent, until finally, Mother Godness’s voice emerged:

“Everything, for the Supreme Vault of Heaven!”

…

“Are we sure all those Evil Gods are here?”

North of Jingyuan Continent.

In the military camp on the north bank of the grand gorge.

Under the watchful eyes of soldiers, figures of laborers continued to form hand gestures and chant incantations, creating a massive formation that shields the entire camp.

These laborers emanate a mana aura as dense as those at the Nascent Soul stage, yet, at this moment, they all wear special shackles on their hands and feet, showing expressions of pain, despair, humiliation, and numbness.

Once elevated cultivators, they are now reduced to the lowest existence within the camp.

Squads of Class III True Martial soldiers patrol back and forth in the camp.

And at the center of the camp, soldiers clad in heavy armor, with noticeably superior aura, wield swords and spears, guarding the entrance of the main tent.