Beast Taming: Bloodline Golden Hand-Chapter 638 - 427: The Battle Ends, An Announcement to All

Chapter 638: Chapter 427: The Battle Ends, An Announcement to All

As the other disciples and allies, carrying a complex mix of exhaustion and victory, helped the injured retreat to the makeshift safe zone in the rear,

the core battlefield, ravaged after extensive combat, suddenly fell silent, leaving only the strong scent of blood and the charred smell of rampant energy in the air.

Lin Chen and four others stood amid the ruins, their gazes focused on the area where Qin Shaoshao was looking—it was where the massive body of the Tree Ancestor had finally collapsed and disappeared.

At this moment, the radiant gold-red blood of the Phoenix was everywhere, but it didn’t solidify and dim as usual. Instead, it seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, beginning to flow in an eerie manner!

Crackle—

In the subtle sound, all the scattered true Phoenix blood converged like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, forming streams that rapidly gathered towards a central point, ultimately forming a vortex emitting a scorching and sacred aura.

And the center of that vortex was where the Tree Ancestor had previously fallen.

"This...what is this?!"

The Great Elder, Yu Xiu’s pupils suddenly contracted, his breath catching in his throat as an almost unimaginable thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Lin Chen, Xu Pingzhi, and the others were also utterly shocked, looking at this extraordinary phenomenon that defied all reason.

When Qin Shaoshao insisted they stay, they already sensed something was amiss.

Qin Shaoshao’s emerald green eyes flickered with deep light as she said,

"I can feel... the remnant consciousness of Elder Tree Ancestor hasn’t completely dissipated. Instead, it’s resonating with some force contained within this Phoenix Blood."

"Phoenix Blood... Nirvana rebirth!"

The Great Elder clapped his hands in sudden realization, his voice trembling with excitement as he intently watched the central point that continuously absorbed the Phoenix blood, faintly emitting a weak green glow.

"Of course! How did I not think of it? The Phoenix Bloodline naturally carries pieces of the Nirvana Law!"

"Though not every drop of Phoenix blood can achieve Nirvana, the Ancestor Phoenix Golden Crow possesses this very power."

"The Tree Ancestor’s own life level is exceptionally high. If it can seize this miracle..."

He grew more and more excited, the light of incredibility illuminating his aged face:

"It might truly seize the opportunity to regain vitality, to reform its original essence!"

In simple terms, quantity induces change.

The idea is bold, and indeed quite shocking.

If the Tree Ancestor can truly achieve Nirvana through this, it might seize the chance to live a second life, truly stepping into the gate of the Immortal Realm.

Although this is the most optimistic speculation, even just a faint glimmer of hope like this is enough to send the Great Elder into fits of joy.

To the Spirit Academy, the Tree Ancestor is not just a guardian spirit but also a symbol of spiritual heritage and legacy.

Lin Chen and the others, upon hearing this, also showed expressions of shock and anticipation.

However, after absorbing all the true Phoenix blood, the blood-red vortex at its center did not undergo any earth-shattering change, although the green tinge at its core seemed to solidify a bit, maintained a slow and mysterious pulse, as if it had entered a deep slumber and transformation.

Qin Shaoshao slightly knitted her brows, sensing for a moment, she softly said, "This process will be very slow and could be extremely fragile, unable to withstand any disturbance."

"Nirvana is not an easy feat, especially for a being like Elder Tree Ancestor, requiring long time to nurture and transform."

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder quickly calmed down from his elation.

He looked at the area shrouded in blood-colored micro-light and faint greenery, then around the utterly devastated Spirit Academy, with a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

"I understand," the Great Elder said solemnly, "From now on, this area shall be classified as the highest restricted zone of the Spirit Academy, with no one allowed to approach or disturb it."

In reality, even if it weren’t restricted, the current state of the Spirit Academy is already far from its past.

The grounds are in ruins, the spiritual veins damaged, disciples grievously injured or dead, making it impossible to begin classes as usual. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Even though the Ancient Race had retreated this time, who can guarantee that they wouldn’t return for another attack?

The future of the Spirit Academy remains shrouded in heavy shadows.

...

Divine Falling Mountains

Divine Race Camp.

The atmosphere remained tense, as if the air itself were filled with probing and hostility.

Xuanyuan Zhou, representing the Divine Race, maintained an air of arrogance despite days of negotiations, which had introduced a barely noticeable frustration to his brows, yet he deeply believed in the absolute strength of the Ancient Race’s army, enough to crush that pitiful resistance of the Spirit Academy. This was his ultimate leverage to secure victory at the negotiation table.

Then, a sudden streak of light tore through the camp’s suspended tension, as a Divine Race communication jade engraved with dark red blood marks stumbled despondently into the hands of the Ancient Race deputy envoy.

Upon a mere scan with his spiritual senses, the envoy’s haughty demeanor instantly collapsed into extreme shock and disbelief, unable to control an outburst:

"What?! That’s impossible!"

The exclamation shattered the quietness here, and everyone’s eyes instantly focused on him.

The deputy envoy’s face turned ashen, his hands trembling, disregarding the venue as he hurriedly approached Xuanyuan Zhou, whispering urgently.

The next moment, Xuanyuan Zhou’s pupils dilated sharply.

"What did you say?! Elders Gu Feng and Gu Zheng... have perished in battle?!"

"The army... defeated?! Only a hundred or so survived?!"

He sprang to his feet, his voice sharp and distorted with intense shock and incomprehension, and the chair behind him creaked loudly under his uncontrolled aura.

This news struck him like lightning from the heavens, fiercely crashing upon his mind!

The second wave of attack, personally led by two elders at the half-step Immortal Realm, along with the Ancient Race army, and yet they...