Chapter 507: The Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain

"How can this be..." Lin Fan couldn't believe his eyes. Among the crowd ahead, there were actually members of the Ancient Clans.

Moreover, these Ancient Clans were mingling with the people of the Myriad Races, chatting as if they were very familiar with each other.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin Fan was greatly shocked. Even the Poison King's "Secret Records of the Ancient Saint Realm" contained no mention of such matters.

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In that expanse of heaven and earth, a massive gate stood tall. The gate was carved with mysterious runes that glowed with light, ancient and timeless.

What lay behind this gate remained unknown. And how could the Ancient Clans be interacting so harmoniously with the people of the Myriad Races?

Lin Fan was utterly bewildered, completely unable to understand what was happening.

If he couldn't figure this out, it would definitely gnaw at him.

He had been fighting the Ancient Clans to the death, yet these people had actually become friends with them.

Lin Fan restrained his aura, merged into the "Earth Spirit River," and seeped into the ground, tunneling forward.

With the concealment of the "Earth Spirit River," no matter how high these people's cultivation levels were, they couldn't possibly detect him.

Thus hidden, Lin Fan eavesdropped on their conversations and finally understood what these fellows were all about.

Among the Myriad Races people who ascended to the Ancient Saint Realm, some had no concept of race at all,一心只想达到 the highest realm. Even if the entire Myriad Races were annihilated, they wouldn't bat an eye.

These Ancient Clans had made a deal with such people: the Ancient Clans allowed them to enter these secret realms to seek greater opportunities, but the only requirement was to contribute enough Myriad Races people as trade goods.

"Mu Tian, this is the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain, filled with countless opportunities," said an Ancient Clan member with a formidable aura, standing before the mysterious giant gate.

Mu Tian wore a gray robe, and his deathly aura was extremely dense. Within that deathly aura, countless vengeful spirits seemed to writhe. "Good, very good. Rest assured, I've done everything you asked. Check it."

Mu Tian opened his mouth wide, and a cemetery shot out from it. The cemetery was eerie and terrifying, with countless graves standing upright. Then Mu Tian flicked his sleeve, and the graves shook violently, as figures floated out from the cemetery.

These figures were people of the Myriad Races.

"Exactly one hundred, neither more nor less," Mu Tian said.

Lin Fan looked at these Myriad Races people; they came from various races, and each had a cultivation level at least at the Earth Heaven rank.

Lin Fan didn't know what fate awaited these Myriad Races people, nor why these individuals were capturing them. But the next moment, his heart tightened, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The Ancient Clans, upon seeing these Myriad Races people, let out a fierce roar and instantly charged in to slaughter them.

Some were swallowed whole, others were cut in half.

Blood rained down, scattering across the void. Hidden underground, Lin Fan was stunned. The smell of blood seeped into the earth, thick and pungent at the tip of his nose.

"How could this..." Lin Fan was truly horrified by what he saw. So many people, without knowing why, were brutally killed by these Ancient Clans.

Following this, the will of heaven in the Ancient Saint Realm descended, and beams of light enveloped the Ancient Clans. The Ancient Clans wore expressions of enjoyment as their power surged.

"Not bad. These people rank quite high on the wanted list," the Ancient Clans said with satisfaction, then turned to the others. "What about yours?"

The people standing behind Mu Tian also released all the Myriad Races captives they had brought. The fate that awaited these Myriad Races people was the same as before—they were all brutally slaughtered.

"Although you haven't defected to our Ancient Clans, you are far more useful than those useless traitors. Rest assured, this time it's a fair competition. Opportunities will be determined by fate," the Ancient Clans said, savoring the recent slaughter. The praise from heaven's will had further advanced their cultivation.

"Rules must be followed. Once inside, life and death are left to fate. I just hope you don't get killed by me," Mu Tian said darkly.

The Ancient Clans controlled all known secret realms in the Ancient Saint Realm, so entering required meeting their demands. But once inside, life and death were up to fate.

"Haha..." The Ancient Clans laughed heartily, not taking his words to heart.

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Lin Fan was furious. He hadn't expected to witness such cruelty.

Thousands of Myriad Races people, without any power to resist, were slaughtered by these Ancient Clans.

Lin Fan wasn't a saint, but he couldn't stand that these Myriad Races people were handed over by their own kind.

Boom!

"The Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain is opening."

At that moment, a beam of light burst from the stone gate. The gate swung open wide, and Mu Tian and the others, along with the Ancient Clans, entered one after another. Lin Fan didn't hesitate and tunneled through the ground to follow.

Regardless of the reason, even if it was just for leveling up, Lin Fan had only one thought: to kill all these bastards.

The more he saw, the more he understood what Yuan Heavenly Emperor and the others had told him in the Xuanhuang Realm.

The Ancient Saint Realm was a purgatory, a place where people devoured each other, a place as terrifying as hell.

Upon entering the giant gate, Lin Fan's mind trembled slightly, then quickly recovered.

A fierce, killing aura swept over him.

Lin Fan looked at everything before him, his heart stirred. The place was gray and hazy, littered with bones everywhere.

"Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain."

At that moment, Lin Fan understood. According to the Poison King's "Secret Records of the Ancient Saint Realm," the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain was a secret realm, rumored to be a battlefield where the Myriad Races and Ancient Clans fought. Later, due to clashes between powerful beings, the void was shattered, opening a new dimension, and thus it became a secret realm.

Countless experts had died here, and with them, countless treasures had sunk into the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain.

"Become stronger."

At that moment, Lin Fan had only one thought: to become stronger, to become the strongest in the shortest time.

If the Ancient Saint Realm were a circle, it would be divided into eight parts, each controlled by one of the eight Ancient Clan supremacies. These supremacies gathered at the center, ruling the entire Ancient Saint Realm.

They were exalted, beyond anyone's power to overthrow.

He just wondered how Yuan Heavenly Emperor and the others had managed to lure "Eternal" out alone.

But Lin Fan was still confident about the future. Once he became the strongest, and "Eternal" had recovered his strength in the Xuanhuang Realm, he could find a way to pull him up and then directly confront the eight supremacies.

Lin Fan had already figured out the plan.