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Chapter 2112: Actively Seeking Death?

Anger rose, and the six high-level god lords trembled all over with rage.

Since when could a mere third-level god lord come before them so arrogantly and declare he would kill them?

This was the ancestral star of the Ximu race, not the ancestral star of the human race.

Yet they still did not take action. One god lord growled, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're human."

Lin Moyu chuckled lightly, with a hint of disdain, "It seems your spirit has been broken. After the battle with Saint Xiao, even your will to fight is gone."

"Originally 50,000 years ago, you tried every means to send out some of your people, thinking you could make a comeback."

"Now it appears that even if those people were still alive, it would be useless."

Lin Moyu's words left the six of them stunned. This matter was extremely secret - even within the Ximu race, very few people knew about it.

How did Lin Moyu know about it?

And he spoke of it so casually.

"How... how do you know about that?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"What did you do to those clansmen?"

Three questions came from three god lords in succession.

From their voices, one could hear that they were very frightened and afraid. Lin Moyu's words had scared them.

Lin Moyu said, "Perhaps you'll be able to reunite with them soon."

His tone remained calm, without any fluctuation.

But falling on the ears of the six god lords, it was like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.

They were not stupid, otherwise they would not have cultivated to the level of high-level god lords.

They fully understood the meaning of Lin Moyu's words. A sense of despair grew from the bottom of their hearts.

Finally, someone could not bear it any longer and let out an angry roar, charging towards Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu smiled, "You finally show some spirit, but it's too late!"

Gray mist surged from his body, and the Hell of Bones appeared at will, swallowing up that god lord.

The hell fiends pounced like wolves and tigers, starting to frantically gnaw.

Screams rang out one after another. In the blink of an eye, that god lord perished, body and soul destroyed.

Having easily killed a high-level god lord, Lin Moyu acted as if he had done something trivial, "Next, it's your turn."

"But you can rest assured, I still have use for the Ximu ancestral tree, so I'll keep it for now."

"When it's no longer useful, I'll send it down to accompany you."

The remaining five high-level god lords were completely despairing. One of them said in a trembling voice, "Can you really not spare us?"

Lin Moyu shook his head, "When you invaded the human race 100,000 years ago, you should have been able to imagine this day would come."

"You don't need to resist. The more you resist, the more painful it will be."

"All these years, you've worked hard to produce so many seeded ones. From now on, you won't need to send fruits to others anymore."

That high-level god lord spoke again, "You are human, and have come for revenge. We will accept it and won't resist. But can you grant us one last request?"

Lin Moyu nodded, "Let's hear it. Perhaps I will agree."

"Can you please spare our ancestral tree?"

"You can take it away, but please don't destroy it. This is the last trace of our Ximu race in this world. We beg you!"

The group knelt down before Lin Moyu. This final request from five high-level god lords on the verge of death moved Lin Moyu slightly.

"Let me think about it."

He did not agree immediately. The Ximu god lords' request made him feel something was not quite right.

Silently, his soul power enveloped the Ximu ancestral tree - not just the trunk, but also the intricate roots and numerous branches.

No matter how the Hell of Bones acted, it would be limited by Lin Moyu's soul and would not harm even a bit of the Ximu ancestral tree.

As his soul power flowed, encompassing the Ximu ancestral tree, Lin Moyu suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

He actually sensed a trace of life force from within the ancestral tree.

In its deepest part, there was a life being nurtured.

"Is the ancestral tree being reborn?"

The Ximu ancestral tree had long since died. Its current function was more like a magical artifact that could be used to control all the Ximu fruits.

After all, it was the origin of the Ximu race, the ancestor of the entire Ximu race. All Ximu people flowed with its blood.

At the same time, it was also the spiritual totem of the Ximu people, worshipped daily.

Lin Moyu carefully sensed it. With his extremely keen soul, he perceived the extraordinary nature of this life form.

Undeniably, this life form was very powerful, with an extremely vigorous life force, even stronger than a god lord.

Because of the ancestral tree's wrapping, it could not be sensed at all from the outside.

It might be born as a Transcendent Realm being, which was simply an inconceivable existence.

Even the dragon race seemed unable to reach this level.

At the same time, Lin Moyu sensed intense resentment and anger within the life form.

Lin Moyu gradually understood the origin of this life form. It was a killing spirit born from the condensed resentment of countless Ximu people, using the body of the Ximu ancestral tree as a vessel.

This kind of life form was extremely powerful, born as a Transcendent.

It might not have the realm, but it could possess the battle power of a Transcendent Realm, and might even be stronger than an ordinary Transcendent. It was somewhat unreasonable.

However, its drawback was that it only knew how to kill, without much wisdom. It was more like a killing weapon than a true living being.

The Ximu race nurtured such a life form within the Ximu ancestral tree for the purpose of killing.

They wanted to kill all the races that had oppressed them, which of course included the human race.

If he really kept the life form inside the ancestral tree and brought it back to the human race,

Who knows when the life form inside might descend, carrying the collective resentment of the Ximu race. The surrounding humans would inevitably suffer.

At that time, who knows how many people would die!

A smile appeared on Lin Moyu's lips, his gaze growing increasingly cold.

He said softly, "Don't worry, I'll keep your ancestral tree."

Hearing this, smiles appeared in the eyes of the five high-level god lords.

But Lin Moyu continued, "The ancestral tree is still useful to me, but the thing being nurtured inside, I won't keep!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the five high-level god lords changed drastically. All five of them charged towards Lin Moyu as if they had gone mad.

Countless wisps of mist surged from Lin Moyu's body, instantly enveloping them and encompassing the entire planet.

Screams rang out as the five high-level god lords were surrounded by hell fiends. No matter how they attacked, it was useless.

The eighth-level god lord hell fiends quickly tore them to pieces.

Not just them, but all the Ximu people on the planet could not escape.

Even the planet itself, Lin Moyu intended to take it all away.

A few minutes later, there were no more living beings on the planet, only a desolate land remaining.

The containment formation flew out, and Lin Moyu unhesitatingly packaged up and took away the entire star system. Then he too vanished from space.

Two days later, the powerful experts of the Hundred Race Alliance arrived belatedly.

But the result was the same as before - they found nothing.

Lin Moyu had done a very clean job, leaving no traces behind.

However, this time there were several eyewitnesses. Through their descriptions and recorded images, they learned some information about the "Ghost Race".

The Deep Abyss Demon Lord said in a low voice, "So this is the Ghost Race. The entire body is shrouded in mist, unable to see what's inside."

The Black Golden Saint Lord of the Golden Eagle race said softly, "Where the mist passes, even star systems disappear. It's really just like the records say - where the Ghost Race passes, nothing remains."

It was clear that the two of them were very wary. Obviously the Ghost Race made them feel quite troublesome.

Especially since the Ghost Race came and went without a trace, swallowing up a star system each time before disappearing, then reappearing in the next star system.

Fear appeared in the eyes of the Blood Bull Saint Lord as he snorted hot air, "So this is the Ghost Race."

The Deep Abyss Demon Lord said, "Now that we have traces of the Ghost Race, we should take the initiative instead of being passive. Let's see if we can kill them."

The Black Golden Saint Lord felt the Deep Abyss Demon Lord's words made sense. "I agree with what the Deep Abyss Demon Lord says."

The Blood Bull Saint Lord's face changed drastically. What initiative? Actively seeking death?

But he couldn't say that out loud.