Chapter 75: Golden Ants
Chapter 75: Golden Ants
“Another one?”
A strange look crossed Zuo Meng’s face.
He remembered during the first Ancient Era’s creation, a bold group had tried to defy the heavens. Back then, he’d erased an entire era. The seven most rebellious troublemakers were sealed into Seven Stones and tossed away. Over time, he’d almost forgotten this—not just the sealed stones, but even the golden shadow and the Ancient Era itself meant little to him. Yet here he was, staring at another stone.
The Seven Heaven-Defying Heroes?
The Seven Fate-Rejecting Warriors?
Bizarre names flickered through Zuo Meng’s thoughts.
_Did this one create these golden ants?_
Boom!!
The group faced attacks the moment they entered the miasma layer during their descent.
Dozens of Golden Ants burst from the cliffs—each human-sized, gripping spears with blood-red eyes, radiating bloodlust that clashed starkly with normal Immortal Cultivators.
“More of these abominations!”
National Master Zhang He flicked his sleeve, casting a spell that wove a net around the ants. But before he could strike, more Golden Ants swarmed out.
“Attack together!”
Both Chu King and the demon emperor joined the fray. At this moment, Human Race and demon tribe distinctions vanished—this was a clash between living beings and cursed entities.
As everyone unleashed their power, raging magic formed a storm. Artifacts sliced through Golden Ants. Though the ants’ defenses were strong, all present were Transformation God cultivators—the world’s elite. The demon tribe’s methods proved fiercer: the demon emperor manifested a colossal avatar, seizing handfuls of ants and crushing them with sickening crunches.
This was merely the start.
Peering through the miasma, Zuo Meng saw endless waves of Golden Ants—at least a hundred thousand. Such numbers could overwhelm them through sheer weight.
“Clear a path!”
After half a tea’s time, others sensed the danger. Leading the charge, Prince Xing Zhao Zheng roared. His flying sword erupted into blinding sword light, carving a tunnel through the ant swarm, leaving countless dead.
“Down! Let’s see what spawns these monsters!”
No urging was needed. All dove through the newly opened passage.
Soon they reached the underground realm. The sight of the massive Ant Kingdom chilled every Transformation God cultivator. Having witnessed the ants’ ferocity, they knew ordinary beings stood no chance. If these Golden Ants crawled from the abyss, it would bring global catastrophe.
“Impossible!”
Emperor of Chu and the demon emperor paled. While their races warred above, this horror festered below. Had no one noticed, these ants emerging would’ve ended the world.
“Outsiders!”
Buildings crumbled as an impossibly huge Ant Queen rose from her nest.
Her savage aura froze everyone.
“Divine level!”
“We must eradicate these pests!” Emperor of Chu hissed, face ashen. Not only were the ants countless, but their nest housed equals to them.
“Forget killing them—we need to flee!”
Zhao Zheng withdrew his flying sword and scanned the surroundings. Their group of over a dozen had become trapped at the heart of the Ant Nest. Golden Ants stretched endlessly in every direction like a living ocean, their numbers nearly suffocating in despair.
“They’re above us too.”
The Demon Emperor raised his head to see the sky choked with winged Golden Ants.
“My Sovereign, you must survive!”
A powerful member of the Demon Tribe stepped forward, bellowing as he revealed his true form.
A massive black crocodile materialized among the ants, its jaws snapping through the front ranks of the swarm before lunging toward the Ant Queen. To escape, they needed to wound her—otherwise, her coordination would let none survive. Except perhaps the one who’d been idling all along.
“Intruders of the sacred grounds must perish.”
The Ant Queen’s bloated body writhed. She spat toward the crocodile, her malice coalescing into a crimson river that surged through the air. Demon Tribe warriors crumbled to half-corpses upon contact—even the crocodile’s toughened form couldn’t endure.
“Go, Majesty!”
The black crocodile roared.
Its body ballooned grotesquely before detonating in a cataclysmic blast. The energy wave vaporized countless Golden Ants, carving a gaping crater through their kingdom.
“No escape.”
The Demon Emperor grimaced. Fresh ants flooded the void left by the explosion. Worse, the blast had driven the Ant Queen into frenzy.
“Seize them! Offerings for the gods!”
At her command, the golden tide rolled forward—no magic, just ravenous jaws. The outermost Transformation God cultivators vanished in moments, leaving six survivors.
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“These Transformation God cultivators remain feeble. The cultivation method’s sound, but their realm lacks corresponding power.”
Zuo Meng watched impassively, noting flaws in the inherited techniques. He’d stripped away volatile power bursts for stability, but now saw the result: battles resembling Foundation Establishment clashes, not the grandeur of his first Ancient Era.
The incomplete reversal of natural laws played its part too—still awaiting the final mutation.
Future efforts would demand amplified strength.
“Enough.”
Zuo Meng flicked his left hand dismissively.
Four silver rods shot from his sleeve, becoming towering pillars at the cardinal points. A luminous dome enveloped the survivors as space itself rippled.
A teleportation formation!
Teacher?!
Zhao Zheng’s blood chilled at Zuo Meng’s casual display. He’d gravely underestimated his master—a mistake he’d narrowly avoided.
“None shall flee!”
Madness gripped the Ant Queen. Blood-hued energy veined her swelling form as bone spikes erupted across her body. Her aura surged to harmony with the Dao—crude but overwhelming, devoid of an Immortal Cultivator’s finesse but unstoppable in raw might.
She crushed swathes of her own brood charging toward them.
“Annoying.”
Zuo Meng lifted his palm and pressed downward.