Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Realm of Magic Clan, Celestial Prison Lord

“Is this the Third Duke of the Azure Eye Clan?”

Su Wen asked as he observed the scene.

“If everything is as expected, then yes,” the Star God nodded. “I don’t know much about the Azure Eye Clan, especially their top-tier combat power, the dukes.

“Given the inherent opposition between the fate bearers and beings from the Arrow Realm, encountering such a proud clan like the Azure Eye Clan, do you think we’d have a peaceful conversation?”

“But based on earlier assumptions, when the God of Magic attacked the Snow Spirit Clan, a top powerful being from the Azure Eye Clan would likely come to observe the battle.”

After a brief pause, the Star God continued, “Let’s keep watching! Since the God of Theater has shifted the projection to the Azure Eye Clan, it’s likely they’re about to make their move.”

Everyone nodded slightly and then focused intently on the unfolding events.

Meanwhile, the Wind God gestured with his right hand, using the wind to fetch a few bags of snacks. He thought it might be more enjoyable to munch on snacks while watching the spectacle.

After grabbing the snacks, he even tossed a bag to the Shadow God.

They’re just kids, after all!

And kids love snacks!

…

Outside the Snow Soul Realm, in the void.

“Greetings, senior!”

The Third Duke of the Azure Eye Clan approached the God of Theater and bowed respectfully.

“No need for formalities,” the God of Theater waved his hand dismissively. “Have you assessed the current situation?”

The Third Duke nodded. “I’ve noticed some signs. Under the God of Magic’s assault, the Snow Spirit Clan’s great formation is on the brink of collapse, and several Emperor Level powerful beings have been severely injured.”

“Yet, in this critical moment, the twenty-seven Emperor Level powerful beings hidden within the Snow Soul Realm have not emerged.”

“Despite the crisis, only one Emperor Level powerful being has shown up.”

“If all three Emperor Level powerful beings of the Snow Spirit Clan were to appear together, even someone as formidable as you might find it a bit troublesome, wouldn’t you?”

The God of Theater glanced at the Third Duke and replied, “Indeed, it would be somewhat troublesome.”

Three Emperor Level powerful beings, working in perfect coordination, could certainly pose a challenge.

But only a minor one.

“Senior, I must apologize,” the Third Duke bowed again. “Since this matter concerns the survival of my clan, I need to observe further before making a decision. I hope you can understand.”

At this point, the Snow Spirit Clan’s great formation hasn’t been breached. Though the situation looks dire, no Emperor Level being has fallen.

So it’s only natural for the Snow Spirit Clan to hold back some of their strength.

Rebellion is no trivial matter!

Especially when the full extent of the Snow Spirit Clan’s power remains unknown. Acting rashly could plunge the clan into a dire predicament.

As the leader of the Azure Eye Clan, every move must be made with caution.

“I understand,” the God of Theater said. “No need to rush; take your time to observe.”

“Wait until a few Emperor Level beings fall, until the protective formation of the Snow Spirit Clan is shattered, or even until a few forbidden spells strike the Snow Soul Realm, causing catastrophic damage. Only then should you act.”

After a brief silence, the Third Duke bowed once more.

Though he could tell the God of Theater intended to use them, this was also the lifelong ambition of the Azure Eye Clan.

To break the bloodline shackles of the Snow Spirit Clan!

To shatter the chains of enslavement imposed by the Snow Spirit Clan!

If the situation of the Snow Spirit Clan was truly as the God of Theater described, then uniting the clans against them was inevitable.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, spiritual talismans flew out from within the Snow Spirit Clan.

The Third Duke caught one of them—a summoning order issued by the Snow Spirit Clan.

It demanded all subordinate clans to gather!

Every king level and Emperor Level powerful being within the clans must come to aid!

Those who shirked battle would be executed!

“Senior, isn’t this just absurd?” the Third Duke said with a bitter smile. “In a situation like this, what good would king level beings do…?”

“They’d likely be turned to dust by the shockwaves before even stepping onto the battlefield.”

With that, he clenched his fist and crushed the summoning talisman into pieces.

The Azure Eye Clan had good relations with two clans under the Snow Spirit Clan. Today’s events concerned the future of all clans, so before arriving, he had subtly hinted to a few allies.

He was certain that once the Azure Eye Clan rose up, the others would understand immediately.

And if the strongest clans under the Snow Spirit Clan rebelled, the rest would follow suit.

After all… who would want their descendants to remain slaves forever?

“Dozens of king level beings willing to self-destruct will at least cause some disruption to the Emperor Level,” the God of Theater said lightly. “If they can create even the slightest disturbance, isn’t that fulfilling their purpose?”

“Do you really think the slave masters care about the lives of their slaves?”

“Especially when those slaves are endless—why would they care?”

The Third Duke lowered his head in despair and let out a soft sigh.

Meanwhile, the war raged on.

The God of Magic might not be the strongest in personal combat, but in large-scale warfare, his impact was unmatched.

As forbidden spells erupted in dazzling light, the protective formation of the Snow Spirit Clan finally gave way and shattered.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion echoed as catastrophic magic began to ravage the lands of the Snow Spirit Clan.

The vast snow-capped mountains, where the Snow Spirit Clan had lived for generations, began to melt under the onslaught of scorching elemental energy.

In an instant, countless beings of the Snow Spirit Clan perished under the relentless attacks.

Their screams echoed endlessly.

“Hmm?”

The God of Theater raised an eyebrow as he sensed the movement of the Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan.

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching coldly.

The Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan seemed to sense the God of Theater’s intentions and slowly lowered his raised hand.

Witnessing the clan he had protected for so long suffer such devastation was a torment that struck deep into his soul.

“Enough!”

The Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan sighed softly, then produced a jade slip glowing with radiant colors.

In the next moment, a middle-aged man clad in a black battle robe, his face marked with blood-red patterns, appeared on the battlefield.

“Friend, may I ask for a favor?”

The middle-aged man stepped forward, approaching the God of Theater, his voice calm.

It was clear that, compared to the God of Magic’s chaotic bombardment, the middle-aged man immediately recognized the God of Theater as the true authority.

“Who are you?”

The God of Theater asked, his eyebrow raised.

Since reaching the Emperor Level, this was the first time someone had spoken to him in such a manner.

The middle-aged man wore a faint smile, his blood-red eyes exuding an air of arrogance, as if nothing around him was worthy of his attention.

“Magic Clan, Celestial Prison Lord!”

The God of Theater: “?”