Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 929

Chapter 929: The God-Slaying Battlefield

[Forgotten Domain, Northern Region, The God-Slaying Battlefield]

"How did we end up here?" Xiao Qiu exclaimed, his turquoise eyes widening as he hovered beside Jun Mu Yang. The little white dragon’s scales shimmered under the eerie glow of the battlefield, his tail flicking nervously.

Beside him stood Jun Mu Yang, a striking figure draped in exquisite black hanfu embroidered with intricate silver patterns resembling coiling serpents. His beauty was otherworldly, his vertical snake-like pupils sharp with vigilance as he scanned their surroundings. The air was thick with ancient energy, the remnants of long-dead gods and beasts whispering through the desolate expanse.

"Just now, we crossed paths with those immortal disciples from Cold Maple Palace, and they provoked the Sand Golems. We used advanced-tier teleportation scroll, and ended up enter this place." Jun Mu Yang’s voice was laced with irritation, his fingers twitching as if ready to summon his power at any moment.

Xiao Qiu let out an indignant huff, his small fists clenched. "Those arrogant immortals think just because they come from powerful domains, they can trample over the Forgotten Domain like it’s nothing! Do they really believe we and others are all weaklings here?" His body pulsed with a radiant blue aura, the water element responding to his rising fury.

Though the Forgotten Domain was often dismissed as the weakest realm in the Immortal World, its inhabitants were far from helpless. Individually, they might not stand a chance against the elite disciples of the Cold Maple Palace, but together, thousands of them united, they were a force to be reckoned with. The Sand Golems, in particular, possessed ancient magic and unique abilities that could turn the tide of battle in an instant.

The real problem began when the Cold Maple Palace disciples stole a sacred relic from the Sand Golem clan. In their arrogance, they had dragged Jun Mu Yang and Xiao Qiu into the conflict, leading the enraged golems to believe they were accomplices. Now, they were forced to fend off hundreds of furious Sand Golems while those scheming immortals slipped away.

"Still, Master, you handled that brilliantly!" Xiao Qiu grinned, raising a thumbs-up in admiration.

Jun Mu Yang smirked. He had no patience for unnecessary battles, but if someone dared to drag him into their mess, they had to suffer the consequences. With a flick of his wrist, he had tossed a small vial of Celestial Stardust Water toward the Cold Maple Palace disciples.

The effect was immediate.

The Sand Golems, already furious over their stolen relic, now had their greed ignited by the celestial water, a treasure so potent that even immortals would kill for it. The once-unified assault fractured as the golems turned on the Cold Maple Palace disciples, desperate to reclaim both their relic and the priceless water.

Xiao Qiu’s small world had evolved significantly during their travels, and with that growth came an enhancement of the mystical waters within it. The Celestial Stardust Water, originally from the Spirit Heaven Realm, was a legendary elixir capable of transforming even the most talentless mortal into a genius with a single sip.

Jun Mu Yang could have thrown something less valuable, like the water from the Lake of Miracles, but where was the fun in that? The Lake’s waters had no effect on humans, but the Celestial Stardust Water? That was a temptation no cultivator, immortal, or beast could resist. As expected, the moment the vial landed among the Cold Maple Palace disciples, their sanity shattered. Greed took over, and they turned on each other like starving wolves fighting over fresh prey.

"Let’s go," Jun Mu Yang said, his gaze shifting toward the horizon where spectral figures of ancient gods and beasts began to materialize. "We have treasures to find and no time to waste. The sooner we finish here, the sooner I can return to Yue."

"I miss her. And I intend to bring back every treasure this cursed battlefield has to offer." At the mention of his wife, his cold demeanor softened. A rare warmth flickered in his serpentine eyes, his voice lowering to a whisper.

Before them, the remnants of fallen deities stirred, their hollow eyes locking onto the intruders. The God-Slaying Battlefield was no place for the weak, but Jun Mu Yang had never been weak.

And he had no intention of losing.

The remnant souls of ancient creatures and fallen gods stirred uneasily. Something felt... off. Why was this immortal human staring at them with such an unsettling gaze? His expression was unreadable, intense, almost manic, and it sent a shiver through their spectral forms. The more they observed him, the more unnerved they became.

Was this man mentally deficient?

The thought spread among them like a ripple of disturbed energy. They had encountered countless warriors, fools, and power-hungry cultivators in their time, but never someone who looked at them with such eerie fascination.

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