I Come to Teach You Cultivation-Chapter 225 - 40: Reviving the Heaven-Howling Clan (1/3)

"So, how is this related to what we're going to do next?"

After a brief moment of contemplation, feeling somewhat dizzy, Xiluo gave up thinking once again and directly asked.

"Just as Wuzhiqi predicted."

"I actually don't have the ability to eliminate so many Gods all at once."

"Or to put it more precisely, as long as those Gods want to escape, there's almost nothing in this world that can destroy them all at once."

The operation of this world follows basic logic, and evidently, Li Boyang is still unable to break this logic.

Take the Map of Mountains and Rivers, for instance.

Don't be fooled by its replication of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range, creating a world infinitely close to reality.

But essentially, it's just a map Li Boyang uses for depicting and surveying mountain formations and water veins.

Apart from the inherent attributes of the Energy Talisman.

Li Boyang has not endowed the Map of Mountains and Rivers with many additional functions.

This means that entities contained within are not in a completely sealed state.

From this perspective, unless Li Boyang completely gives up using the Map of Mountains and Rivers, treating it as another "Feilai Peak" that only traps without releasing.

Otherwise, as long as there's a Celestial God inside.

Li Boyang must be cautious and full of concerns each time he uses the Map of Mountains and Rivers again.

Let alone using the Map of Mountains and Rivers to imprison a God like Lord Yashui.

After all, their power is insufficient, far from reaching the level of affecting celestial phenomena.

But if Li Boyang wants to use the Map of Mountains and Rivers to imprison a Celestial God of Wuzhiqi's caliber for long, he is purely daydreaming.

This is evident from the current battle between Wuzhiqi and the Celestial Erosion Monarch.

If not for the restraint of the Celestial Erosion Monarch, Wuzhiqi could escape from the Map of Mountains and Rivers at any moment, even reversing it for his own use.

"There's no way to eliminate them all at once, but there's a way to eliminate them persistently, am I right?"

After spending so much time with Li Boyang.

Xiluo quickly caught onto the keywords in his words.

"Seems like you still have some brains, catching on so quickly."

Laughing, Li Boyang playfully poked Xiluo's forehead, explaining amidst her annoyed expression.

"We don't have the time or energy to hunt down those rampaging Evil Gods, but the Gods do!"

"The Guifang Kingdom has been exterminated, and the Guifang people have suffered heavy casualties..."

"The Heaven-Howling Clan has enough reason to annihilate the culprits of all this, and I believe in the vengeance-seeking nature of the Ancestor God of the Guifang Kingdom."

Understanding Li Boyang's thought entirely, Xiluo opened her mouth wide in astonishment.

"You want to revive the Heaven-Howling Clan? How is that possible?"

"Moreover, can the revived Heaven-Howling Clan truly have the power to revenge against those Calamity Gods?"

This is a very real problem, but Li Boyang apparently had a plan.

"How can you use the word 'revive'?"

"I just plan to awaken the originally dormant Heaven-Howling Clan again."

Feigning surprise, Li Boyang said with a smile.

"As for power?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"If the Heaven-Howling Clan's power is not enough, can't we just give them power?"

"As it happens, there is a suitable target now."

Speaking, Li Boyang had already traveled over a thousand kilometers with Xiluo, arriving in the vicinity of Cliff City in the Guifang Kingdom.

...........................

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On one hand, the Gods, Demons, and Monsters under Wuzhiqi's command were frantically besieging the Ancestral Temple altar of the Guifang Kingdom.

On the other hand, the Tufang Clan, sealed within the Earth Vein, was nearly breaking free, steadily taking shape under Kunwu's protection.

"Roar!"

This was an extremely stereotypical Netherworld Ghost God.

The entire body was composed of countless faces filled with resentment, the intangible form shifting with endless changes like a ghost.

The majority of the faces' owners were originally from the Tufang Kingdom, now joined by many from the Guifang Kingdom.

If they weren't sealed here, their collective resentment would have already soared up to the sky.

Even so, the struggling and roaring of these resentments could still be seen, threatening to pull everything into the Netherworld Hell.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

Transforming into a massive Totem Pillar, Kunwu firmly subdued that Netherworld Ghost God.

No matter how it struggled or roared, it did not move an inch.

Beside Kunwu, the sole surviving Priest of the Guifang Kingdom—Xuan Hui was holding up his Skull Staff, attempting to influence the will of the Tufang Clan.

If this were before the destruction of the Guifang Kingdom, Xuan Hui's actions would certainly be suicidal.

However, after the destruction of the Guifang Kingdom, its populace became part of this Ghost God's entity, and Xuan Hui did indeed manage to soothe some of its anger.

"This is still far from enough..."

Clad in ragged clothing, with missing limbs, Xuan Hui raised his head, and an unprecedented resolve shone from his lone eye.

Witnessed the death of his people...

Witnessed the disappearance of the Heaven-Howling Clan...

Witnessed Wuzhiqi's brutality...

Xuan Hui once thought his end would be the same as everyone else's, becoming a sacrifice to the Tufang Clan at Wuzhiqi's hand.

Unexpectedly, at the final moment, Xuan Hui's master paid the price of his own life to forcefully break through the Gods and Demons' blockade, forcibly sending him out of Cliff City.

It was the first time Xuan Hui saw his master demonstrate such divine might.

Usually, even the ordinary Spirit Monsters and Water Monsters would have been left dumbfounded, let alone the Gods bearing expressions of shock.

Unfortunately, what Xuan Hui's master could do was limited to that.

If not for the Rain Master intervening at the critical moment, Xuan Hui likely couldn't have escaped death.

"Old man, if you had been this strong in life, things might have been different."

Scanning over the myriad dead souls, Xuan Hui's gaze finally settled on one particular face.

It was an old face.

Even though resentment had taken control, the kindness in its expression was still discernible.

Among the many resentful spirits forming the Ghost God, this old face was not particularly prominent, yet it still managed to keep nearby resentful spirits at bay.

"Kunwu, how much longer do we have to wait?"

Glancing at the Totem Pillar beside him, Xuan Hui's raspy voice sounded again.

Xuan Hui did not know what the two Gods who saved him intended to do, but he knew that he had no other choice.

No matter what the Rain Master and Kunwu intended to do.

As long as it could cause even a little trouble for Wuzhiqi's army, Xuan Hui would be satisfied.

Let alone, they were now nearly unsealing the Tufang Clan.

For Xuan Hui, what came next was just a matter of the extent of the trouble; the outcome was already determined.

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