The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The reason for choosing the Tianshu Realm is very simple.

This place is not far from the Myriad Clans Continent.

At the speed of the Winged People Tribe, they can arrive in about an hour and begin the first step of slaughter.

"Rest assured, I won't kill you all. I'll leave behind one-tenth, so you can struggle to survive. After a few years, when you recover to your peak, I'll come back for a second harvest."

The Winged People Tribe Chief grinned maliciously.

His voice carried immense penetrating power, spreading instantly throughout the Tianshu Realm.

Deep underground.

The Earth's core, embodying the Heavenly Dao of the Tianshu Realm, trembled violently, as if in anger; billions of tons of magma boiled, surged, and erupted.

But it dared not take action.

The Tianshu Realm is merely an ordinary Great Thousand World.

Even though the Heavenly Dao has the strength of an ordinary Supreme Saint Level, relying on the pressure of the entire world, it still cannot contend with the Winged People Tribe Chief.

If they were to clash outright, the Tianshu Realm would cease to exist.

"Tremble in fear!"

"Tremble madly!"

"In the face of endless darkness, you ants are so feeble in your resistance. Even your Heavenly Dao is nothing more than fragile rubbish."

The Winged People Tribe Chief could sense the cries and terror of countless beings in the Tianshu Realm, as well as the Heavenly Dao's tolerance and forbearance.

He knew that in this world, he was invincible.

"Blade Mountains and Fire Seas—kill!"

The Winged People Tribe Chief spat out a massive mouthful of blood, transforming it into tens of thousands of Winged People Tribe members who spread their wings and fanned out toward various parts of the Tianshu Realm.

Before long, a great battle erupted.

Whenever cultivators from the Human Race, Demon Race, Beast Tribe, and many other species were slain by the Winged People Tribe, the energy within their bodies would dissipate and be devoured and refined by the Winged People Tribe Chief standing atop the mountain peak.

The once translucent figure now began to solidify.

"Hmm!"

"That long-lost sensation has returned."

The Winged People Tribe Chief smiled.

The Tianshu Realm was far too weak.

He had already eradicated the last few remaining cultivators of the Saint Realm in this world. The remaining Quasi-Saints, Heavenly Emperors, and Void Break Realm cultivators were weak, utterly incapable of opposing the tens of thousands of Winged People Tribe warriors.

The battle quickly devolved into a one-sided massacre.

On the ground, within cities.

Countless lives fell in terror and despair, with no hope of survival.

In other Great Thousand Worlds.

The Demonic Vine Tribe Chieftain and several dozen other clan leaders spread across the worlds, targeting individual worlds to strike down their Saint Realm defenders first.

Then, they spat out blood to summon tens of thousands of war-ready clan members, initiating genocidal campaigns across entire realms.

As time passed.

More and more worlds were attacked and collapsed.

The countless beings who perished transformed into pure energies replenishing these dozens of Myriad Clans Chieftains, enabling them to climb back to their peak forms.

"Sect Master Ye, where are you!"

"We're all going to die!"

Countless lives wailed in despair.

Their gazes turned toward the deep skies, attempting to search for Ye Feng's figure, but no trace could be found.

Ye Feng seemed to have disappeared completely.

"Curse Situ Ding!"

"Damn that Number One Divine Sect!"

"Were it not for their injuring of the Ten Directions Saint Emperor, which caused the Myriad Clans Continent to fall, the clan leaders of the Myriad Clans would never have been able to emerge and slaughter billions upon billions of beings!"

Countless beings swore and cursed.

High above.

The Winged People Tribe Chief and others crossed their arms, coldly gazing at the devastation below, deeply admiring the scene.

"Cry out in agony!"

"No one is coming to save you."

"Even if Ye Feng returns, he won't be able to stop us. After all, with the vitality essence we've absorbed, we can unleash our secret techniques to an even greater extent."

"Haha!"

The Winged People Tribe Chief laughed coldly.

...

Tianzhou, Holy Spirit Sect.

In front of the black palace.

Ye Feng, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor, the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, Ning Yu, Lin Kun, and the others stood outside the palace.

"From today, our Ten Directions Holy Sect will temporarily reside near your sect. Should we cause any disturbance, we hope Spirit Venerable will be forgiving."

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor cupped his hands respectfully.

"No need to be so formal, Saint Emperor. For your sect to join Tianzhou is our fortune, allowing this region's strength to grow further. In the future, the two sects will surely advance together and support one another."

A voice from within the palace belonged to Spirit Venerable.

Hearing this, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor finally relaxed.

Fearing targeting from Situ Ding and other Ancient Emperor disciples, or revenge by the Ming Emperor and the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor had sought Spirit Venerable's aid.

Their talks lasted a long time.

The final agreement was that the main headquarters of the Ten Directions Holy Sect would relocate to a vast mountain range a million miles from the Holy Spirit Sect.

Although the spiritual energy there was less abundant than at the Holy Spirit Sect, the mountain range held natural restrictions and was close enough. If a crisis were to arise, Spirit Venerable could intervene remotely.

With this arrangement, the Ten Directions Saint Emperor felt relieved.

"Congratulations on the relocation of the Ten Directions Holy Sect!"

Ye Feng expressed his congratulations.

"We owe it to Sect Master Ye stepping forward; otherwise, our Ten Directions Holy Sect might never have relocated to Tianzhou."

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor smiled.

At that moment.

Ye Feng sensed something and looked toward the light curtain in the sky. He saw dozens of luminous streams escaping the Myriad Clans Continent into the depths of the starry sky, along with mocking laughter echoing faintly.

"Not good!"

"I forgot that the Myriad Clans Continent is now unguarded. With the Myriad Clans Chieftains venturing outward, they must be targeting various worlds, likely causing catastrophic destruction!"

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor suddenly remembered the issue.

He turned sharply toward Ye Feng, clenched his fists, and said grimly, "Sect Master Ye, it's my fault for failing to protect the Myriad Clans Continent. Now, it's too late to rush back."

"This isn't your fault."

Ye Feng sighed.

Previously, even if it were him standing guard over the Myriad Clans Continent, facing Situ Ding would still spell disaster; he would have been defeated.

Unless he unleashed his Holy Divine Form, there'd be no way to withstand Situ Ding's overwhelming assault.

"However, things are different now."

"I've cultivated a microcosm within my body; my combat power has grown. This time, I want to test myself. Without using my Holy Divine Form, can I confront Situ Ding directly… But for now, the priority is repelling those Myriad Clans Chieftains."

Ye Feng gazed into the depths of the starry sky, thinking to himself.

If no action is taken soon, the losses across the worlds will be catastrophic. He must immediately chase into the starry sky to hunt down the chieftains of the Demonic Vine Tribe, the Winged People Tribe, and others.

"Let's go—time to hunt the Myriad Clans Chieftains."

Ye Feng stepped into the air.

"Sect Master Ye, wait for me!"

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor hurriedly followed.

"I'm coming too."

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect stepped onto the Taiji Disc, accelerating rapidly to join Ye Feng and the Ten Directions Saint Emperor.

Deep within the starry sky.

Ye Feng waved his sleeve, enveloping the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect and the Ten Directions Saint Emperor with the Power of the World. In a swift series of movements, their speed skyrocketed, and they vanished in the blink of an eye.

...

Longyang Realm.

This is another Great Thousand World.

A figure resembling a rearing Centaur Tribe Patriarch stood in the void, clutching a scepter and bearing a pair of snow-white wings on its back.

"Let the slaughter begin!"

"I will bring the Longyang Realm to doomsday!"

The Centaur Tribe Patriarch roared with laughter.

On the ground.

Countless beings knelt in prayer, begging the Centaur Tribe Patriarch to spare their lives.

But!

What awaited them was merciless slaughter!

"Centaur Tribe Patriarch, you deserve death!"

A chilling voice suddenly rang out.

In the void.

The Centaur Tribe Patriarch's expression shifted dramatically. He turned quickly, only to see a fist shrouded in Taiji Disc imagery crashing toward his face at lightning speed.

"Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect!"

The Centaur Tribe Patriarch gasped sharply, swinging his scepter before him.

"You've fallen into my trap!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect's voice echoed from behind. Immediately after, a powerful fist struck the Centaur Tribe Patriarch's back.

Crack!

The Centaur Tribe Patriarch's body shattered entirely, with feathers scattering in all directions, leaving only a soul-like state that was drawn toward the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

Under these circumstances, even Ye Feng could not hold them captive; he could only let them escape.

"Retreat!"

Witnessing this scene, the Centaur Tribe members recoiled in horror, rapidly flapping their wings to flee in all directions.