SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

"Okay, done. Now, let's watch," Liu Meiying said as she relaxed next to Bai Lingyun.

"Okay," Bai Lingyun replied, sat comfortably, and brought the chair's armrests down. The two ladies relaxed and waited for the events that would occur in the coming hours.

Meanwhile, the Zerg pods, which were mostly destroyed from their descent, scattered across Nexara. Instead of landing in one cohesive cluster, they ended up divided into smaller groups, each containing ten pods.

Each pod held over a thousand Zerg soldiers, including ten Nascent Soul-level leaders, a hundred Golden Core warriors, and the rest at the Foundation Realm.

Although a thousand pods with hundreds of pods might seem like a lot of Zerg, far from it, all of these Zerg are newborns as they were born recently and have been assigned to this low-level job.

However, this is not how the hive did things before, as they would send weaker Zergs or "Fodders" to be the first attack force, as that would consume any and all defenses that a planet might have.

But due to the recent war, almost all of these "fodders" were called back and are now fighting against the other race, while these younglings and the older generation who were still alive were the ones to do these kinds of tasks.

That is why the sudden separation is not a good sign, as that would mean that their surefire plan had backfired and with no support.

But their separation didn't matter to the Zerg. Destruction and consumption were all they cared about.

The first pod burst open, revealing grotesque, insect-like figures crawling out. Their mandibles clicked, and their claws scraped against the ground, eager for the hunt.

The Nascent Soul Zerg emerged last, towering over the others, their presence alone intimidating enough to shake weaker cultivators, not to mention their appearance.

Their golden eyes scanned the horizon, and guttural growls rumbled from their throats, commanding the swarm into formation.

Not far from the landing sites, the top families of Nexara gathered.

They had been drawn by the fiery streaks in the sky and the strange energy signatures the pods emitted.

At first, they expected treasure or celestial relics, but the monstrous creatures emerging from the pods left them stunned.

"What the hell are those?" a cultivator shouted, his eyes wide with horror.

"I've never seen such a thing," a clan member for one of the top families gasped, her face pale.

The Zerg's chitinous bodies glistened under the sunlight, their forms imposing and fearsome.

Some were the size of horses, while others were twice as large, their bulk supported by powerful, segmented legs.

Their armor plates were a deep red, and their golden eyes glinted with hunger and rage.

Behind them, a group of elders and core members were also shocked.

"What… what are these things?" an elder from one family whispered, his face pale.

A younger cultivator beside him tightened his grip on his weapon. "I don't know, but they're strong. Look at those ten leading the pack—they're Nascent Soul-level. That's almost as many as the top cultivators in our family."

Another clan member gulped, his face taut with fear.

I mean, how could they not? This was their first-ever meeting with a living organism that was not from this planet.

And what do they see? A bunch of insect-like monsters look at them with greed, which can cause physiological trauma to any young cultivator.

Good thing most of the people present have been alive since the world merged which has made them see some crazy things, but this is a whole new level.

These monsters were something no one could have expected.

An elder asked, "How did they land here, and are there more of these things outside our planet?"

"I have no idea, but it seems that this is not going to be an easy task," says another family elder.

He was expecting an easy road trip, but now he does not know if he can escape this alien invasion.

"We should retreat," a family elder advised, his face pale. "Lets call the other family members and also notify the ancestors and let them know about this."

"Agreed, we must tell them and ask for their help," the other family elders agree.

The clansmen and elders nod in agreement, their faces taut with fear and worry.

But before anyone could take a step, the lead, Nascent Soul Zerg, whose eyes glowed bright red, roared, his voice thunderous and filled with rage.

It was a deafening sound that shook the foundations of the clansmen and elders, causing them to falter and almost lose balance.

This is just the effect of its roar; imagine if it had attacked, the damage would have been immense, and most, if not all, would have died.

This is just a low-level Nascent Soul Zerg.

As the clansmen and elders tried to steady themselves, the Nascent Soul Zerg roared once again, this time louder than before.

He raised his claws, his sharp, jagged edges reflecting the light, and pointed them at the humans.

Then, without warning, he charged.

This caused the rest of Zerg to swarm toward the cultivators, their movements fast and erratic. They were like a tide, crashing against the shoreline and sweeping everything in their path.

But before they could reach them, loud sounds came from above as a few people arrived, causing the Zerg swarm to slow down.

The people who arrived were the ancestors that these elders were talking about, and from the looks of it, they seemed to know about these insects, as they did not look surprised.

This surprised the elders, as they knew that these elders did not know anything about this, and they had yet to report it to them.

And the elders were right; the ancestors did not know about this, but a messenger from the Empyrean Trade Consortium gave them info about these monsters.

At first, these ancestors just brushed it off, but soon they got new about the sudden appearance of things falling from space, which made the ancestors perk up.

But they did not do anything and just let some of the elders go and check out the situation, but soon, they got news from some of the other families about the appearance of the Zerg.

This caused the ancestors to finally believe the messenger and they rushed towards where their clan members were.

On their way, they saw some of these Zerg who had landed in other locations and saw how brutal they were, making the ancestors, who did not think much about this, want to eradicate the whole race.

"I see, so these are the monsters that the Empyrean Trade Consortium told us about," one ancestor said.

"Yes, it seems that the messenger was right, and this was a perfect chance for them to make a profit," said another ancestor.

"Yes, but I do not care about them, and from the looks of it, none of the other top families have either, as their sole focus is to eradicate the whole Zerg race, even the ones not here." The other ancestor nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, let's help our family members and show them what a true cultivator should be capable of," said the ancestor.

The rest of the ancestors agreed, their expressions serious.

"Yes," the ancestor nodded, and the others did the same, and soon, the ancestors joined the fight, helping their family members.

With the ancestors' arrival, the tide was turning, and the Zerg began to be overpowered, which confused the Zerg as all of them were told that this was a low-level world.

So, the sudden arrival of Nascent Soul cultivators and their ancestors shocked them, causing some of them to lose the will to fight, but the rest continued the battle.

Even so, they knew they could not win. They were outnumbered, and their opponents were much stronger than they had anticipated.

After all, these are the top families' descendants, and they are not the kind to get complacent.

The constant attacks by the Empyrean Trade Consortium have hardened their mentality, especially those who had been alive during the time of the Great War.

And it is thanks to the ancestors' help that the Zerg could not do anything else and could only continue to fight.

"Damn, I didn't expect them to have such power," a Zerg leader said.

"Neither did I," a fellow leader agreed, his voice strained. "This was supposed to be a simple mission. We were told this was a low-level world.

This was not supposed to happen."

"No, it wasn't," the other leader muttered, his golden eyes narrowed. "I don't understand how they were able to summon such powerful forces.

It doesn't make sense. This doesn't make any sense. What is happening?"

The Zerg continued to battle, but their hearts were no longer in it.

Their resolve wavered as the tide turned against them.

"What are you talking about?" a third leader demanded. "Of course, it doesn't make sense!

Nothing about this makes any sense! Why are we suddenly facing high-level enemies?