Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1267 - 873 The True Masterstroke of the First Emperor_2

Although he didn’t know what had happened, Kunpeng, the elder, reacted immediately, deciding to join forces with others to forcibly separate the Duotian Shenfan from the twelve golden figures.

No matter what might happen, it was definitely unfavorable for him; hence, it should be destroyed.

"Too late!"

Thinking of taking action at this time was already too late. Seeing the twelve golden figures transform into the shape of Ancestral Witches, Jiang Chen’s face was full of solemnity; he roughly understood what had happened.

Originally, the twelve golden figures had set up the Twelve Duotian God-killing Array, which, besides originating from the Witch Clan, had no further relation with the Witch Clan; even if the twelve golden figures combined their power, they wouldn’t be able to materialize Pangu’s true form.

But now, under the influence of the Duotian Shenfan, the twelve golden figures gradually underwent a change, beginning to tie themselves to the Witch Clan.

The array they had arranged, while unable to materialize Pangu’s true form like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could, under the empowerment of the Duotian Shenfan, congeal the true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

That is, the twelve golden figures holding the Duotian Shenfan could gather all the power scattered Between Heaven and Earth after the fall of the Ancestral Witches, and enhance themselves, thereby unleashing power comparable to that of the Ancestral Witches.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Kunpeng, the elder, and others were preparing to strike against the twelve golden figures, suddenly, an immensely powerful force transmitted from Between Heaven and Earth, crossing through layers of void, and enhancing the twelve golden figures.

That was the power of the fallen Ancestral Witches.

Unfortunately, this incoming force was only ten strands, because only ten of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had fallen. The Water Ancestral Witch, Gonggong, and the Rain Ancestral Witch, Xuanming, had not fallen.

Although Mother Earth had not fallen, when she transformed into the cycle of Reincarnation, the Ancestral Witch Hou Tu had fallen, naturally leaving power scattered Between Heaven and Earth.

"What!"

With such an unexpected turn of events, not to mention Kunpeng, the elder, and his group, even the three Great Divine Transcendents battling with the First Emperor nearby noticed what was happening here.

"This is bad, the power of the Ancestral Witches!"

"As expected, the twelve golden figures are Da Yu’s ace in the hole; if they truly transform into the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even our combined forces would not be able to compete."

The Jiuyuan trio furrowed their brows, finally confirming at this moment that the twelve golden figures were indeed Da Yu’s greatest asset.

If they continued to allow the twelve golden figures to evolve in this manner, it was likely that even their combined efforts might not be able to withstand the golden figures transformed into the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Dao friend, let us join forces to shatter these twelve golden figures and completely extinguish Da Yu’s and the Human Race’s hope."

Yet another Great Divine Transcendent appeared, expressing his desire to join the Jiuyuan trio in crushing the twelve golden figures.

"Ah, I realize today how many hidden enemies my Human Race has lurking in the shadows."

Seeing another Great Divine Transcendent come forward, and one he didn’t recognize, the First Emperor couldn’t help but lament.

This Great Divine Transcendent, whose aura was extremely strange, would have remained unknown to him if he had not taken the initiative to come forward; the First Emperor realized then that he had such an enemy.

"May I inquire, Dao friend, what exactly is your grudge against the Human Race?" the First Emperor asked the unfamiliar Great Divine Transcendent, since there must be a reason for his actions against the Human Race.

"Years ago, a good friend of mine died at the hands of the Human Race. I’ve come here today to resolve this karma."

This unfamiliar Great Divine Transcendent, engulfed in the aura of Chaos, making it impossible to discern his gender or appearance, felt a clear animosity towards the Human Race, something all present could palpably sense.

"Then there’s nothing to be done!"

Hearing this, the First Emperor understood what was going on.

Back in the day, in order to become the main character of Heaven and Earth, the Human Race fought against Heaven, Earth, and countless tribes, killing many experts, who naturally were not without their own friends and family.

In the Distant Ancient Era when the Human Race had just become the protagonist of Heaven and Earth, mighty experts seeking revenge would occasionally appear; even Great Divine Transcendents had come in several instances.

This situation continued until the Human Race firmly secured the protagonist role in Heaven and Earth, gradually decreasing, and by the middle of Ancient Times, it had almost entirely ceased.

He had never thought that in this era, someone would come forward seeking revenge, let alone a Great Divine Transcendent.

That was exactly what made it all the more terrifying. It illustrated that the Great Divine Transcendent’s strength had reached the most critical moment, compelling him to venture out and settle karma in order to fulfill his state of mind.

If karma was not resolved, the state of mind could not be fulfilled, and without a fulfilled state of mind, one could not step into the realm of Primordial Chaos.

The Great Divine Transcendent in question had come very close to the realm of the Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial, but just as he was on the verge of a breakthrough, he realized that there was still some unresolved karma between him and the Human Race.

That’s why he hurriedly emerged from seclusion to come here and settle the karma with the Human Race. Otherwise, why would he choose to come at this time and not earlier or later, stirring into this mess?

Other enmities might have been resolved amicably, but settling this karma meant a fight was inevitable.

"Please, three fellow Daoists, stop Dayu; let me take the lead in shattering these twelve golden men," he said to the three from Jiuyuan as he made his way toward the direction of the twelve golden men.

But...

"One more person makes no difference."

The First Emperor stepped forward, blocking the path of the four.

Between his words, a crushing power that could stabilize the world suddenly erupted. The next moment, the illusion of the Nine Tripods materialized, enhancing the Great Wall, elevating the First Emperor’s defense to another level.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are incomplete, only ten are present, as the formation takes shape, transforming the twelve golden men, they might be able to withstand three people, but not four," the stranger, a Great Divine Transcendent, stopped and said to the First Emperor. The twelve golden men, powered by only ten Ancestral Witches, could block three Great Divine Transcendents, but not four.

Therefore, his point was that even if the First Emperor managed to block them, it didn’t matter much, because as soon as the First Emperor’s strand of Martial Dao will vanished, jointly, they would still be able to shatter the twelve golden men.

"Haha, who said I am using the twelve golden men to deal with you?" the First Emperor laughed heartily and suddenly transmitted a message to Jiang Chen, "Jiang Chen, take out the Hundred Schools’ scriptures you got from the First Emperor’s tomb."

Deep within Xianyang city, Jiang Chen, who was about to start refining the ancestors like Kunpeng, was slightly startled upon hearing the First Emperor’s message, then proceeded to retrieve those scriptures of the Hundred Schools.

He knew that the First Emperor’s real trump card was about to be revealed.

"Hmm, besides the twelve golden men, what other methods could you possibly have?"

Upon hearing this, the four from Jiuyuan were initially stunned and then simultaneously turned their gazes towards Jiang Chen, or rather the scripts of the Hundred Schools he had just produced.

"Hundred Schools’ scriptures?"

"Dayu, is this your trump card? If so, I must say that’s rather disappointing. The masters of the Hundred Schools are indeed powerful, as avatars of our fellow Daoists, their scriptures indeed possess formidable power as an embodiment of the Tao,"

"However, using them against Quasi-Saints might work, but against us, it’s insufficient."

The four sneered, not deeming the Hundred Schools’ scriptures worthy. Most of these masters of the Hundred Schools were incarnations of Great Divine Transcendents, some even weaker than them.

In such circumstances, the First Emperor’s plan to use the Hundred Schools’ scriptures against them was merely wishful thinking.

"Capable or not, the four of you should try and see," the First Emperor said with a slight smile, then with a wave of his hand, those Hundred Schools’ scriptures suspended beside Jiang Chen flew towards him.

During this process, the four from Jiuyuan also tried to intervene but couldn’t break the First Emperor’s defenses.

"I have a bad feeling about this. These Hundred Schools’ scriptures might just be a distraction, covering for a more terrifying artifact."

Jiuyuan seemed to sense something, and then, not knowing what he thought of, his face suddenly changed, and he leaped into the void, trying to leave this place.

But unbeknownst to them, Xianyang city had already been tightly sealed off by the combined forces of the Great Wall and the Nine Tripods, and even with Jiuyuan’s strength, escaping was impossible.

Meanwhile, the First Emperor gently stroked the Hundred Schools’ scriptures, and suddenly, tens of thousands of characters, glowing with a peculiar luster, emerged and gathered in the air, forming a small engraving knife.