Amidst his brows, a profound and dark divine gaze erupted, casting a gloom over the once-clear sky.
An enigmatic, formidable aura instantly enveloped the heavens and earth.
Su Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly at this sight, preparing to rise.
Yet at that moment, the anxious cries of the trapped scion from the Three-Eyed Tribe echoed out.
"Master Yeti, stop immediately!"
Seeing Yeti about to act, cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
Though Yeti was strong, possibly even stronger than Kasa, he was certain that Yeti was no match for Su Changqing!
Once they engaged, not only would saving people become impossible, but even Yeti might not escape unscathed.
"Hmm?"
Yeti frowned, glancing over.
The Three-Eyed Tribe’s scion quickly transmitted his thoughts, recounting the recent battle.
Yeti’s pupils constricted sharply, once again sizing up Su Changqing.
Just moments ago, he thought the defeat of the Ten Thousand Races’ young elites came after a fierce battle they couldn’t win, leading to their capture.
But who knew...
The other had, with just two moves, defeated a thousand of their most talented from the Ten Thousand Races?
"Divine metal for people. If you don’t wish to trade, I won’t force you; take your clansmen’s corpses away."
Su Changqing calmly raised his gaze and spoke softly.
"You..."
Seeing Su Changqing’s strong approach, the killing intent in Yeti’s eyes intensified.
But glancing at his besieged clansmen, he grit his teeth and tossed out a piece of divine metal no larger than a thumb.
In his view, this divine metal was sufficient to trade for the release of his clansmen.
"Ten can be released."
Su Changqing casually collected it and then with a wave of his large sleeves, released the Three-Eyed Tribe elites from the Ten Thousand Races.
"Only ten?"
Yeti shouted angrily, "That’s Great Emperor’s divine metal, only for ten in the Divine Skill Realm?"
"You don’t have to trade."
"If you regret it, I’ll return this divine metal to you."
Su Changqing responded nonchalantly.
Seeing Su Changqing’s attitude, Yeti felt his teeth about to shatter.
But there was no choice; the scarcity of the Ten Thousand Races’ people was more severe than others could imagine.
A bit of divine metal lost could be regained in the future.
But if their people were lost, it would be immensely difficult to nurture more.
"Take it!"
Suppressing the fury in his heart, Yeti tossed out another thumb-sized piece of divine metal.
Seeing this, Su Changqing returned the rest of the Three-Eyed Tribe’s elites completely.
He studied the divine metal in his hand, contemplating.
He had thought such precious treasures would require more negotiation.
But the people’s readiness from the Ten Thousand Races was beyond his expectations.
"It seems the Great Emperor’s divine metal, while precious off-world, isn’t as scarce as on the mainland."
"Or perhaps... the lives of the Ten Thousand Races are worth more than imagined."
In his heart, Su Changqing calculated, his face staying calm as he sat cross-legged, waiting for representatives of other races to arrive.
As for Yeti, after reclaiming his people, he did not leave but stood dark-faced where he was.
"Master, are there other powerful figures coming?"
The Three-Eyed Tribe’s scion asked via transmission upon seeing this.
"The Celestial Race, the Divine Race, and it’s said even the Mythical Race’s figure will come."
Yeti glanced at Su Changqing’s position, coldly saying, "The emergence of the Humans is of great importance to them."
"Since entrapment won’t work, we must deliver a blow to the Humans from other angles."
"For now, let the Great Emperor’s divine metal stay with him, but soon, I’ll make him cough up everything he owes!"
The people’s eyes from the Three-Eyed Tribe lit up with excitement upon hearing this.
The Celestial and Divine Races are among the top ten mighty races among the Ten Thousand Races.
Those coming were anomalies cultivated over the years!
Not to mention, the mythical presence from the one and only Ancient Race.
Su Changqing is strong, but with the monstrous ones from the Ten Thousand Races arriving, today’s loss will surely be reclaimed!
For a time, light reignited in the eyes of the defeated.
...
As time passed, the powerful figures from various major races arrived one after another.
Faced with Su Changqing’s demands, though angry, they could only grit their teeth and offer divine metal.
The divine metal in Su Changqing’s possession increased significantly, and the number of the entrapped Ten Thousand Races decreased accordingly.
At the same time, the gathered young elites of the Ten Thousand Races looked at Su Changqing with increasingly cold gazes.
"It’s almost enough."
With the passage of time, Su Changqing tallied the divine metal he had acquired, with a smile playing on his lips.
The wealth of the Ten Thousand Races exceeded his expectations.
He hadn’t even fully rescued everyone, yet his purpose was already achieved.
However, he didn’t stop there, after all, the Heaven-Opening Axe... was an insatiable beast for gold.
Even with another batch of such divine metals, it would still be far from sufficient for its transformation.
As much time passed, only a handful from the Ten Thousand Races were still restrained.
Su Changqing rose, just about to release a few more members of the Ten Thousand Races when the distant horizon suddenly erupted with a scorching brilliance.
He turned his gaze, seeing within the divine light, a man approaching at a leisurely pace.
Amidst endless radiance, his appearance was obscured, but those star-like bright eyes exuded inherent pride and confidence.
No words were spoken; he raised his hand slightly, golden patterns weaving and converging in his palm.
Soon, a golden spear, shimmering with lightning, appeared in his hand.
"It’s Tianyu! The Celestial Race’s Crown Prince!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, the gathered young elites of the Ten Thousand Races erupted.
In the Celestial Race, there is only one Crown Prince per era, and this one was born during a grand epoch, possessing great fortune.
Rumor has it, traces of the Heavenly Dao’s will remain in the Celestial Realm, and Tianyu is the embodiment of this will, endowed with unimaginable power.
At this moment, Little Peng King, Chu Xi, and others, too, cast serious glances toward the man approaching from afar.
They could sense a terrifying aura emanating from within him.
It was... a dreadful oppression that sent chills down their spines, evoking a mortal peril.
Su Changqing slowly stood, his expression calm as he gazed into the distance, focusing on that pair of star-like indifferent eyes within the boundless divine light.