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MARTIAL PEAK 5645

Because Yang Kai had once caused a huge ruckus here in the past, if he were to come back, the Black Ink Clan's Royal Lord would definitely be worried.

With just him as a Royal Lord, it would be difficult for him to ensure the safety of all the Ink Nest here.

This wasn't a one-on-one fight. The strength of a Royal Lord naturally didn't fear an Eighth Order Human Race, even if that Eighth Order Human Race master had killed a Pseudo-Royal Lord.

However, if Yang Kai really come to the No-Return Pass, his goal would not be to fight with the Royal Lord and Territory Lords, but the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest.

This was the foundation of the current Black Ink Clan. The Black Ink Clan's army was born from the Ink Nest, and the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest was the source of all the lower level Ink Nests. The Fusion Technique also required the use of the Ink Nest. Once the Ink Nest was gone, no matter how great the Black Ink Clan's methods were, it would be difficult to use them.

No matter how strong the Royal Lord was, in the face of this mysterious Yang Kai, he would likely be powerless.

Therefore, he needed help.

Since he couldn't count on the Innate Territory Lords, he could only rely on the Pseudo-Royal Lord.

However, after so many years, the Black Ink Clan had only managed to create a single Pseudo-Royal Lord, Di Wu, and he had even lost his life in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land. Without enough stimulation, it would be difficult for the Royal Lord to make up his mind to create another one.

The possibility of a Ninth Order Open Heaven cultivator from the Human Race was enough to attract the attention of the Royal Lord!

Which Innate Territory Lord wouldn't want the power of a Pseudo-Royal Lord? In the upcoming great battle, the advantage the Innate Territory Lords could occupy would only become smaller. Perhaps one day, when they encountered a Ninth Order Human Race master, they would be easily killed.

Mo Na Ye also wanted to become a Pseudo-Royal Lord, but he was not a trusted confidant of the Royal Lord, so how could such a good thing happen to him for no reason? If he really had such an opportunity, it wouldn't have been Di Wu who had picked the last fruit, but him.

This incident was an opportunity, and while the other Territory Lords were still shocked by Yang Kai's terrifying strength and spurned Di Wu's incompetence, and terrified of the Royal Lord's anger, Mo Na Ye saw hope.

The twelve Territory Lords who had escaped were his capital to advance!

These twelve Territory Lords had not been able to fight well and were now guilty. If they were left alone, there was a high chance they would be sent to the six Great Domain Battlefields by the Royal Lord to fight against the Human Race's Eighth Order, but this was not something Mo Na Ye wanted to see happen.

Now, with just a few words, he had intentionally or unintentionally guided the Royal Lord to decide the fate of these twelve Territory Lords, and from the beginning to the end, he had not mentioned any of his ambitions, which showed his brilliance.

Compared to the joy in Mo Na Ye's heart, the twelve Territory Lords were extremely terrified.

They hadn't escaped from the Ancestral Land to perform some kind of Fusion Technique. Although they could become Pseudo-Royal Lord if they succeeded, their hope of success lay in sacrificing themselves.

No one could guarantee that they would succeed. Even Di Wu from back then couldn't guarantee this.

He couldn't, but his luck was a bit better, the Ink Nest had already accumulated enough sacrifice from the Fusion Technique.

But since the Royal Lord had already given the order, how could they refute?

"Don't say this Royal Lord doesn't give you a chance, all of you can enter the Ink Nest together. Whoever wins or loses will be up to you. If all of you fail, you can't blame others," The Royal Lord looked down indifferently.

The twelve Territory Lords responded bitterly, "Understood!"

There was still a trace of hope in their heart. The last time they had used the Fusion Technique, including Di Wu, there had been a total of fourteen Territory Lords. This time, twelve of them had entered the Ink Nest together. If their luck was good enough, one of the Territory Lords might be able to successfully merge with the Ink Nest. This was better than having no hope at all.

The twelve Territory Lords walked out of the hall together and found a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest before pouring into it. Soon, many auras blended together and the sound of movement came from the Ink Nest.

Half a day later, the auras were extinguished one after another, causing many Territory Lords in the hall to become anxious and restless.

The twelve Territory Lords had already been sacrificed, so if the Territory Lords continued to use the Fusion Technique, their chances of success would increase greatly. Everyone hoped that this candidate would be themselves, but the Territory Lords knew that this opportunity would not fall upon them.

Many pairs of eyes turned towards Mo Na Ye. Currently, this man was the one the Royal Lord trusted the most. If he really wanted to obtain results, the Royal Lord would definitely choose him.

Sure enough, the Royal Lord turned to Mo Na Ye and said, "Mo Na Ye."

Mo Na Ye took a step forward, suppressing the excitement in his heart and trying his best to speak calmly, "This subordinate is here."

"If you were to use the Fusion Technique now, how confident would you be of success?"

Mo Na Ye pretended to think for a moment before replying, "Seventy percent!"

The Royal Lord's brow wrinkled slightly. Seventy percent, the chances of success weren't small, but there were still risks. A wise and resourceful Territory Lord like Mo Na Ye was hard to come by, so it would be a pity if he died under the Fusion Technique, so he asked, "Who is willing to use the Fusion Technique?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of Territory Lords became excited, their eyes lighting up as they prepared to answer.

How could Mo Na Ye give them a chance? He quickly cupped his fists and said, "Sir Royal Lord, please allow this subordinate to try."

The Royal Lord frowned, "But there are still some risks. If you die under the Fusion Technique…"

Mo Na Ye interrupted the Royal Lord's words and said solemnly, "If I doesn't dare to try even though I have a seventy percent chance of success, what qualifications does I have to serve under Sir? Even if Mo Na Ye fails, he can lay the foundation for success for his other comrades. Mo Na Ye can die without regrets, I hope Sir will agree!"

These words were spoken beautifully. Originally, when Mo Na Ye stood up and interrupted the Territory Lords' responses, they were somewhat unhappy, but after hearing these words and seeing Mo Na Ye's sincere expression, their displeasure quickly faded, all of them feeling that Mo Na Ye was dedicated to the great cause of the Black Ink Clan, worthy of respect.

"Please allow me, Sir!" Mo Na Ye pleaded again.

This kind of opportunity was something he would never give to other Territory Lords. After all, it was something he had meticulously planned. Although there was a risk of failure, the success rate was not small. If the other Territory Lords were to take advantage of this opportunity, he would feel like crying.

The Royal Lord found it difficult to make a decision, but Mo Na Ye had already said so much, if he didn't agree, it would seem too biased.

Helpless, he could only nod and agree, "Since that's the case, you may go!"

A look of joy flashed across Mo Na Ye's eyes, "Many thanks, Sir!"

Turning around, he walked out of the hall and rushed towards the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest, his aura fluctuating wildly.

…

In the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land, a hundred years later, a figure suddenly appeared in the empty world. It was none other than Yang Kai, who was focused on healing his injuries in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land.

After a hundred years of healing, the injuries on his body had long since been completely healed, and the wounds on his Soul had yet to be healed, but there were no longer any major problems.

The Soul Warming Lotus continued to nourish his Soul, so it was only a matter of time before he fully recovered.

Over the past hundred years, Yang Kai had not only been healing himself, but he had also been comprehending his Space-Time Great Dao and had benefited greatly.

If he were to use the Sun and Moon Divine Seal now, its power would definitely be much greater than before.

Slightly sensing the situation in the Ancestral Land, although a hundred years had passed, the Ancestral Land hadn't changed much, and the Ancestral Qi was still extremely thin. In such an environment, even if a Holy Spirit lived and cultivated in the Ancestral Land, it wouldn't be of much help.

It would need an extremely long time for changes.

Yang Kai bowed respectfully to this world. If this world really did have a will, he should show his gratitude.

Straightening up, he soared into the sky.

Soon, he left the Ancestral Land, far away from the Divine Ability Sea, passed through Shattered Heaven, passed through the Domain Gate, and arrived at the Spatial Territory.

He didn't come here to enter the No-Return Pass from the Spatial Territory. Although this route was the closest, it was also the most dangerous.

The No-Return Pass was now in the hands of the Black Ink Clan. Not only did they have a Royal Lord overseeing them, but they also had a large number of Territory Lords. The situation on the other side of the Domain Gate was unknown, so how could he just charge in? If they were to ambush him, wouldn't he be walking right into their trap?

After all, he had a past record, so he had to take precautions.

The reason Yang Kai had come to the Spatial Territory was to investigate the situation of the Ink Giant Spiritual God here.

Thousands of years had passed since the battle in the Spatial Territory. During these thousands of years, the two Ninth Order Human Race masters had been unable to move, and the Ink Giant Spiritual God had also been unable to move. The two of them were separated from each other by the Domain Barrier.

At the very least, this was the original situation, because at that time, the Ink Giant Spiritual God had been seriously injured!

It had first slaughtered its way into the Spatial Territory from the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land and was besieged by the Human Race's various armies and countless masters. After that, it had been hit by the numerous Ninth Order Human Race masters, and its injuries were actually not light. It was only because of this that Smiles and Wu Qing had found an opportunity to lock one of its arms in the Wind Mist Territory.

However… after so many years, had this Ink Giant Spiritual god not recovered? If it had, with just the two Ninth Order Human Race masters, it would be impossible to restrict its movements.

If this Ink Giant Spiritual God were to escape, it would undoubtedly bring a devastating blow to the Human Race.

The current Human Race did not have the ability to resist the Ink Giant Spiritual God!

Entering the Spatial Territory, Yang Kai was surprised to find that it was completely silent.

One had to know that there was more than one Ink Giant Spiritual God in this Spatial Territory.

There was also the Giant Spiritual God, A' Er, and another Ink Giant Spiritual God.

The last time Yang Kai had come here, these two had caused the entire world to shake and the universe to turn upside down. This time, for some reason, nothing happened.

Releasing his Divine Sense, Yang Kai soon didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In a vast void, these two Giant Spiritual Gods that had been fighting for thousands of years were locked closely together, their massive bodies like two Universe Worlds entangled with each other, their throats locked, their necks strangled…

It was unknown when these two had become like this, but from the looks of it, both of them were in a miserable state, their bodies riddled with holes and large pieces of debris that had been stripped from their bodies looks like a piece of floating continent.

TO BE CONTINUED