Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer-Novel

The Space gate association. The Church is attacking them currently with extra manpower and the war is in full heat.

Even though the battle is still at the level of Grand realm cultivators and Nascent stage cultivators, there is a huge number of casualties every day.

"What is the situation? What did the heads of the major power say?" The Grand Elder of the association asked the leader of the association, who just came from the meeting point.

"How is the situation on our end? How long do you think we can last?" The head asked as he fiddled with a Spatial ring.

"What do you mean, how long we can last? Why are you not answering my question?"

"I don’t know what to do. I went to the meeting spot to ask for assistance, but all the major powers did is hand me over some kind of liquid. They said that we have to spray the liquid all over the church followers and we would be free of trouble.

I don’t know if this thing works, but I have zero belief that a simple liquid can change the course of the war. If we don’t deal with these people as soon as we can, the pre-transcendent cultivators, will turn into transcendent stage cultivators, and at the same time, the transcendent stage cultivators of the church might come and join the war here from the places they already won."

"Why are you so pessimistic, who knows it might actually work."

"What do you mean it will work? They said that it was made by a Grand realm cultivator from the western continent. What can a youngster do that even the pill masters and potion masters of the association are helpless."

"I don’t understand why you are being so down? Do you really think that the major powers are nuts? Why would they give this, if they really don’t trust that guy and his creation?"

The head fell silent for a while and said.

"I am sorry. It is just that the major powers are still too suspicious of us. I feel like they are brushing us off with this liquid thing, they didn’t even bother to fill me in with the situation regarding the hideout search."

"Come on, they wouldn’t do that to us. Why would they brush us off? it is true that they are suspicious, that is because half of the Space gate association betrayed us defected to the Old one.

What do you expect?"

In fact, it is not that they don’t want to fill in the situation to them, it is just they are busy assembling the team and sending them to the hideout to stop the break throughs.

They are in an extreme hurry to deal with the issue at hand, they don’t have time to explain the liquid and all the findings they had from the exploration.

But the suspicions are real too. Half of an association has betrayed, there is no way they wouldn’t be suspicious.

The head of the association sent the liquid to the frontline soldiers.

Actually, he was just overthinking things because he was on tenterhooks since the start of the war.

But as soon as he received the battle report, he almost freaked out.

The whole follower population was completely done for within an hour. All the followers who came into contact with the liquid, the battle is almost finished within a few minutes.

The reaction is a lot slower than when they used it on the followers that attacked the western continent.

That is because the followers are of a high-level. But they are still losing the vitality within half-an-hour.

The same situation repeated within all the battlefields of the minor powers and some major powers.

The followers who are supposed to drag their battle for a week are completely gone within a single day.

In the next four days, the same things repeated within the whole planet.

On the fourth day, at the hideout.

Old one is looking at the beach, but there is a look of frustration apparent on his face, the high priest who was also a consummate realm cultivator is giving him the battle report.

The losses are extremely high and more than half of their current followers turned into old men on death bed.

"What is wrong? How can the situation turn into this within four days? The losses are humungous.

The followers on the front line are completely gone."

Old one asked his subordinate through gritted teeth.

"What do you want us to do? Do you still want me to send the followers to the Western continent?"

"Nope, we cannot afford to divide the soldiers at this moment. We have to halt the high-level cultivators from battling for another three days at least. We are at a critical juncture and we need the lower level cultivators to battle to drag the time."

Both of them turned silent for a moment and Old one spoke.

"Call the troops that are stationed within the empires. We have to halt them for the three days no matter the cost, they already knew our location and since we have enough followers for the thirty people to absorb, halt the Pre-transcendent cultivators from absorbing and send them to the minor powers."

"Boss, is it really necessary to do this? We can just halt our attacks for now. We don’t know what they are using to deal with the troops. If we send the troops and they are also gone, we would be losing so many troops.

We can let some Nascent stage cultivators can absorb them and we will have Pre-transcendent stage cultivators and even some transcendent stage cultivators."

"No. We can’t do that. If we don’t send the troops, all the advancement till now will be wasted. I don’t want to give them time to think. Since they already saw us and know our plan, there is no way we can let them have the time and space to think about what our next move is.

I have to keep them busy for this week so that they wouldn’t plan something to think of our future plan. There is also a chance that once we don’t send more troops they might speed up the journey to the hideout and use the same trick on the troops here, the breakthrough would be stopped."

"But sir, they could have already sent some other people to do that."

"You are right, but they are either coming on foot or on a beast, and the war has to go on so that we can figure out a way to counter that before they come here with whatever they are using."

Old one said one more time and this time his voice is a lot colder.

The subordinate also understood that he asked too many questions and Old one is not interested in explaining things to him.

So, he started making arrangements to move the troops from the empires and send them to the minor powers and major powers.

Old one still stood on the beach. His eyes are red and he clenched his fists in exasperation.

"Who interfered in this war? Damn it, don’t let me find you."

While he was thinking to himself on how to proceed further, the space gates are being activated nonstop as the followers are being sent from empires to the Minor powers.

At this moment, the bodies of some of the followers who died due to the liquid were brought to his tent and Old one went to examine them.

"How could anyone find the cure for the undead plague? It is impossible to find any cure in the lower realms."

He started examining the bodies and within an hour, the subordinate came back again and said.

"They seem to be using a liquid to deal with the troops, this is what I could gather from the battlefield."

He placed some liquid in a small glass container on the table.

The liquid is muddy and there are signs of sand particles within it. One look and anyone could understand that it was squeezed out of the soil.

Old one started doing experiments as soon as he got the liquid in his hands.

After a few hours, he has some details about the liquid.

"This is not a cure for the undead plague. This is just a vitality disturber, but why can’t I identify the key ingredients? I could only guess that the key ingredient has a fire element in it and frost grass juice was added to it to neutralize that.

Whoever made this is an absolute nutcase."

As he was talking to himself.

*BOOM*

An explosion occurred and he came back to his senses.

When he came out of the tent, he noticed that the Golden finch flying on the horizon and the clouds started forming all over the sky.

From the clouds, the golden brown liquid started raining on the followers and the high priests who are in the middle of the ritual.

"Damn it. Who was the one that could tame a Golden finch? They are not supposed to be here within this week."

As he was cursing his bad luck, he noticed that the followers in the middle of the ritual started aging and he knew that the situation is turning from bad to worse.