602 A Stellar Spark! (1/2)

”I am Nan Zhou, third-grade Never-Ending Clan cultivator, third branch, under the second Divine King's command. I hereby order you to join our team and support the extermination effort. Board the vehicle and give us your name!” The Never-Ending Clan member's Soul Conduit realm-level cultivation surged out in powerful waves, sweeping outwards and carrying his voice into the distance. It rumbled like thunder.

Little Missy grew nervous suddenly. She said hastily, ”He's ordering you to board the vehicle. He's asking you…”

Wang Baole didn't wait for Little Missy to finish what she was saying. He appeared unfazed. He knew how dangerous his current predicament was. However, there was no point in being nervous. He shifted his feet calmly and flew into the air instantly, dashing straight for the combat vehicle hovering in mid-air. He landed in an instant and stood together with the other Never-Ending Clan members. His eyes swept past them quickly. Their armor was different from that of the Soul Conduit realm cultivator.

He recalled that the combat vehicles he had seen the previous few times had all had only one person onboard. He was fairly confident that these two had also just been recruited at a moment's notice. There didn't seem to be much mutual respect displayed between the two newly recruited and the Soul Conduit realm cultivator. The gears in Wang Baole's head started spinning furiously. Just as Little Missy was done talking, Wang Baole, instead of saluting or bowing, lowered his head and spoke in the language of the Dark Sect.

”Baole!”

Little Missy fell silent as soon as he spoke.

The Soul Conduit realm cultivator didn't seem bothered by Wang Baole's attitude and simply nodded. The combat vehicle sped forward once more, dashing into the distance. It was then that Wang Baole secretly released a sigh of relief.

He wasn't sure how Never-Ending Clan members greeted one another with their six arms. After observing the absence of deferential behavior between the other two new recruits and the Soul Conduit realm cultivator, he had decided not to extend any deferential greeting and to merely lower his head.

He had made the right call. The Never-Ending Clan was an alliance, and its members shared a complicated network of relationships with one another. The internal politics of the alliance were complex and messy. That was why, while it was the norm for the weak to extend a deferential greeting to the strong, Wang Baole could get away with a simple nod of his head.

The combat vehicle sped away from the Vast Expanse Dao Palace's mountain gates. Wang Baole was silent throughout the journey. After an hour of speeding across the battlefield, the ruins of a vast city appeared ahead of them.

The ruins covered an expansive area. Many buildings within seemed to be fairly well-preserved and intact. They weren't the only combat vehicles to have arrived. There were dozens of combat vehicles in the sky surrounding the city ruins.

”Your mission is to exterminate all survivors!” the Soul Conduit realm cultivator said coolly. Then, with a single step, he flew out of the combat vehicle and charged straight into the city ruins. The cultivators onboard their cluster of combat vehicles, including Wang Baole, did the same.

The Never-Ending Clan cultivators arriving from elsewhere did the same thing too. Wang Baole observed that the cultivation levels of the Never-Ending Clan members around him varied greatly. The strongest ones were at the Soul Conduit realm and the weakest at the Core Formation realm. There were also quite a few Nascent Soul realm cultivators.

Wang Baole landed soundlessly amidst his observation. As he advanced, he contemplated how he could leave these Never-Ending Clan members and return to the mountain gates.

He continued onward as vast hordes of Never-Ending Clan cultivators surged forward and attacked. A series of thundering booms erupted in the ruins. The howls of people fighting back, and the sounds of others blowing themselves up rang out without stopping.

It was clear that this ruined city was one of the assembly grounds where surviving cultivators of the Vast Expanse Dao Palace had gathered. They had not yielded to the Never-Ending Clan. After the Vast Expanse Dao Palace's core faction had carried hope with them as they left, these cultivators had chosen to stay behind and bind their fates with that of the Vast Expanse Dao Planet.

With the passing of time, they had seen new births. Even though the future seemed bleak, even though they saw traitors in their midst, a great majority of them had still chosen to fight to their last breath.

Deafening booms continued to echo in the air as Wang Baole advanced silently. There were two Never-Ending Clan cultivators around him, approximately a thousand feet apart from each other. One of them was at the Core Formation realm and the other at the Nascent Soul realm.

Just as Wang Baole was pondering how he might get away from the two and leave the city ruins, spirit waves at the Nascent Soul realm erupted from within a pavilion in their path. The waves of energy were tremendously powerful, and their eruption caused the pavilion to cave in. Someone dashed out from within and charged… towards the Never-Ending Clan cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm!

It was a woman that looked like she was in her forties. Her cultivation seemed unstable. Even though she was at the Nascent Soul realm, she was also injured. As she dashed out, she headed straight for the Never-Ending Clan cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm and collided with him.

The collision sparked a loud sound. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face was drained of color. She shifted and sped into the distance in an attempt to escape. The Never-Ending Clan cultivator, despite being forced back, had sustained only minor injuries from the earlier attack. A violent gleam flashed across his eyes as he went after her.

The entire series of events happened before Wang Baole's eyes. He revealed nothing of his emotions on his face. He simply glanced, then turned and scanned the caved-in pavilion discreetly. He intentionally avoided walking towards the pavilion and instead headed in another direction.