Chapter 190: Conflicts Among Human Race Powers

Chapter 190: Conflicts Among Human Race Powers

The Void Tree's vastness rendered it impenetrable even to the divine consciousness of the Great Sage. With the naked eye alone, one could hardly discern the ongoing events amidst its colossal branches.

The news of Chu Xiu's encirclement in the second secret realm only came to light when it was relayed back by various human race forces, not just the Taisu. The demons and barbarians had their informants too.

At Qihuangshan, atop the peak on the platform, an uneasy silence had fallen.

The head of Tianxing Peak frowned, sending a telepathic inquiry to his junior sister, "Mengdie, what should we do? It might already be too late to send a rescue."

Qi Mengdie appeared unusually calm, more so than anyone else. She knew the cunning nature of Chu Xiu well—his anticipatory strategies and ruthless heart.

"Will he be caught off guard? I doubt it," she mused silently, convinced that Chu Xiu had anticipated such a trap by the Yaoman, perhaps even waiting for them on purpose.

"I trust him," she finally voiced, her decision resonating around her.

Her serene stance made the other venerable saints sigh; anxiety would not aid them now. The third sword master of the Endless Sword Domain remained indifferent, while the fourth sword master couldn't hide a flicker of schadenfreude in his gaze.

Wasn't the Taisu Saint strong? Wasn't he ruthlessly decisive? To him, Chu Xiu deserved his plight for his domineering ways.

As these thoughts brewed, a wolf demon sage from the platform voiced the lurking thoughts of many, indirectly accusing the human factions of internal strife. Thousand Faces True Lord, ever the cunning fox, chimed in with a seemingly innocent but incisive comment, taunting the fourth sword master and hinting at deeper plots involving Chu Xiu.

"The Taisu Saint is known for his mastery of poisons. Consider, could the affliction of your sect's saint be his doing?" his insinuations stirred the pot further, casting aspersions designed to deepen the rifts among the human race.

As accusations flew, the demons watched with thinly veiled glee, their disdain for human infighting apparent. The human race's discord was music to their ears, a prelude to their downfall in the demonic eyes.

At this critical juncture, the endless disputes among the human race powers only highlighted their fragility and disunity, casting a shadow over their collective might. In contrast, the demons' unified front at the light curtain projection outside the second trial space showcased their singular resolve to crush Chu Xiu.

Amidst the cacophony of the human race's internal squabbles, some human saints, especially those who had benefited from Chu Xiu's past deeds, felt a growing unease. Their worry for his safety was palpable, their frustration at their impotence in his defense even more so.

As a Wangshan great saint sneered about the fate awaiting Chu Xiu, his words were meant for all to hear—let the human race witness the downfall of their prodigy, unable to muster a defense.

Such scenes of division contrasted sharply with the demons' malicious joy and the barbarians' ruthless anticipation of the kill.

In the midst of this tumult, an elder from Taiyi Holy Land, Que Daozi, sighed deeply, his words a somber reflection on the human race's current state: "We should introspect. The era after the emperor's fall isn't dominated by the human race anymore... We need unity, not this fractious bickering."

His statement, though a soft whisper amid the chaos, echoed the sentiment that perhaps it was time for the human race to reassess and realign if they were to survive and thrive in this new era.