Chapter 632

After the banquet, Chonghua drifted away.

Translation: After the banquet, Chonghua departed leisurely.

After the banquet, Chonghua departed leisurely.

He went to war.

Translation: He went to war.

Representing the Dongyi, he "assisted" Fangxun, "cooperated with" Yan Emperor, and "waged war" against the Heavenly Court.

Translation: Representing the Dongyi, he "assisted" Fangxun, "cooperated" with Yandi, and "waged war" against the Heavenly Court.

Representing the Dongyi, he "assisted" Fangxun, "cooperated with" Yan Emperor, and "waged war" against the Heavenly Court.

He went to war.

Representing the Dongyi, he "assisted" Fangxun, "cooperated with" Yan Emperor, and "waged war" against the Heavenly Court.

"Since ancient times, how many have returned from war?"

Dayi watched Chonghua fade away, letting out a low, sorrowful sigh.

"There aren't many remarkable people..."

"I hope you can come back alive."

In terms of seniority among humans, Dayi outranks Chonghua, having watched this regent sovereign grow up.

Thus, at this moment, it's inevitable to feel some sorrow for the passing seasons.

Of course, Dayi soon stopped feeling sentimental, as he thought of himself.

"Alas, I fear I cannot escape the fate of personally going to the front lines."

Dayi gently stroked his bow and arrow, his expression resolute: "If the war goes poorly, I will also go to the front lines to direct the campaign."

"I just don't know who will be the opponent I first sacrifice to heaven at that time."

He worries about the future, yet he is not lacking confidence, believing his strike will be a slaughter and many opponents will be used as heavenly sacrifices.

This is not without reason.

Because Dayi is very strong!

He can be said to be just below the Ancestral Witches in rank; looking across all of Honghuang and the three thousand Daluo realms, he deserves the title of a great divine ability wielder.

Even a peak strike would cause the Taiyi-level Ancestral Witches and Yao Marshals to look twice and take it seriously.

Perhaps Dayi lacks sufficient backing and is alone, which is why he couldn't overcome that hurdle, and there is no trace of him among the Ancestral Witches.

This is a very sad thing.

These days, a lone wolf doesn't get far; only those with strong troops and sturdy horses become kings, and ganging up is still necessary.

Those who become Ancestral Witches were once regional lords, each with countless underlings.

Let's not mention Gonggong the Ancestral Witch; he's the big boss of the Dragon Clan.

Houtu the Ancestral Witch spans the Wu, Yao, and Ren tribes, and is the strongest land tycoon in Honghuang, topping the wealth rankings.

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin the Ancestral Witches once headed Honghuang's spacetime logistics department; keeping a low profile doesn't mean they're weak.

Goumang the Ancestral Witch has the Great Sage Yuanhuang behind the scenes, leading the Phoenix Clan.

Shebi Shi the Ancestral Witch's true form is Doumu Yuanjun, mother of the Beidou stars.

…… No named.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are the twelve major forces; united, they cooperate around the program proposed by Nüwa, giving the Wu clan its full strength.

Because Nüwa spent too much money, many forces claimed cooperation but were essentially bought out, receiving support votes. In response, the Dragon Ancestor Great Sage railed, crying 'Pangu has led me astray!' and strongly suspected that Fuxi and Nüwa were colluding to launder money.

This caused some unseen beings to gaze at the Dragon Ancestor Great Sage's head with a look full of deep meaning.

The road has narrowed!

But looking back now, these are all things of the past.

Count the romantic figures, still look to the present!

War is the greatest and most violent way to reshuffle!

The old overlords will fall into the dust, while new heroes will roar across heaven and earth…

Dayi pondered future battles.

Perhaps one day he will rise in blood and fire, singing his ascent, countless souls falling beneath his arrows, his divine bow drinking deep the blood of demon gods.

At that time, a brand-new Taiyi star may slowly rise amid the great calamity.

'Hope it be so…'

Dayi had one hand steadying the long bow and the other holding Chang'e's hand; love was already fulfilled, and he looked forward to success in his endeavors.

But will things really turn out as he imagined?

…… No named.

Time flows on.

The most frenzied and cruel era has descended!

When the Dragon Clan's reinforcements arrive and the human race's main forces march out, this signifies a complete escalation of war.

Upon receiving the intelligence, the Heavenly Court likewise activated its reserves, letting a flood of demon soldiers like a vast sea surge in as reinforcements.

The Great Wall that the Wu Clan poured their lifeblood into building has been almost completely destroyed, constantly enduring the era's most violent assaults, with bricks and stones ground to rubble and dust.

Know that those bricks and stones are essentially condensed fragments of worlds and universes, refined by the greatest divine ability wielders, and Nüwa thus toiled long as a laborer.

Countless cosmic refinements, countless seal engravings, have gathered immeasurable effort.

However, when placed on this battlefield…

Instantly, the building standards originally set based on an overestimation of war's intensity were still underestimated.

No matter how sturdy the wall, it cannot stop a single terrifying foe who focuses all his assault, sacrificing his life to carve a bloody path.

Countless demon soldiers have fallen, yet new recruits keep joining; they have trampled mountains and rivers, obliterated the azure sky, and forged a crown of white bone from flesh and bone.

This still isn't the craziest of it!

Later on, even Daluo-level demon gods joined the fight!

They lurked within the Yao Mountains and Seas, launching a surprise strike, picking off Wu and Dragon clan warriors of Taiyi level one by one; dubbed special operations, it was in fact dishonorable.

Prior to that, Daluo possessed a specialized battlefield for Daluo‑level entities, and they would not demean themselves by massacring low‑rank troops.

Everyone still cares about saving face.

Now, this potential rule has been ignored!

War, from this moment on, enters a shameless mode.

It was precisely this time that the Dragon Race's defensive line was pierced, and it also suffered an unparalleled heavy blow; countless Grand Unity Dragon Officers fell in pools of blood for no apparent reason, losing their heartbeat and breath, dying with eyes unclosed.

This thoroughly stimulated the Dragon Race's nerves.

Some Dragon Race heroes who once shook the Dragon-Phoenix Era also thus completely abandoned their principles and bottom line, personally joining the main force army as commanders, overnight maneuvering to cut off the retreat of that victorious breakthrough demon troop, wrapping them up like dumplings.

Then…

Encirclement and annihilation!

Frenzied encirclement and annihilation!

Nine Dragon Gods frenziedly surrounded and slaughtered seven Demon Gods, carrying out a bloody battle without regard for consequences, aiming to completely slay them to sacrifice to the hundreds or thousands of Grand Unity Dragon Officers who died at their hands.

However, these Demon Gods were indeed brave and fierce.

Each one, forsaking life and death in their charges, displayed the spirit and vigor of the Demon Race.

Even though they were outnumbered, wounded, and suffering erosion of their Dao by the Dragon Gods, they absolutely did not retreat half a step, stubbornly holding onto the fruits of victory.

This battle was truly horrifically brutal.

In terms of strength, these Dragon Gods and Demon Gods are not particularly strong; among Grand Luo cultivators they are merely average, at the level of newcomers or veterans, and they don't know how many layers of heaven they are still away from those with great divine abilities.

But their desperate, all‑or‑nothing fighting spirit is something few can remain unmoved by… an inch of land, an inch of blood!

However, the land and rivers are endless, but blood is finite!

When they fought to the point of madness, their blood had all drained away, each one appearing like a skeleton, nothing but skin and bone!

Even so, no one retreated; more than ten Grand Luo divinities clung together, eyes blood‑red, killing intent boiling, the battle incredibly fierce, every divine ability they could use was unleashed, slaughtering a stretch of heaven and earth to the point of collapse, as Chaos suddenly appeared!

In the next instant, a battle axe fell, and a Dragon God cleaved a Demon God in half with a single strike; blood sprayed everywhere, the newly formed Demon God's blood scattered in all directions, spreading across hundreds of millions of miles and submerging countless mountains and rivers.

The next moment, the two halves of that Demon God's remnant body each roared, still fighting, gripping a spear together and thrusting forth with billions of rays of divine light, piercing the Dragon God who was his opponent, leaving his body mutilated, flesh and bone flying apart.

Before that Dragon God could recover, another frenzied Demon God being gang‑attacked suddenly threw a Heavenly Demon Divine Thunderbolt; at a glance it was top‑grade goods, possibly a finished product from a top‑rank Yao Marshal, and it exploded here with violent, boundless fury.

"Roar!"

The Dragon God wailed miserably, suffering successive blows, especially that godly thunder exceeding norms, which in an instant blew his body apart, blood shooting to the heavens; the scene was truly horrifically brutal.

However, this Dragon God was also tough.

Burning his soul, he forcibly condensed blood and battle‑form in the shortest time, piecing together a complete body; even though the wounds were horrendous and the enemy's Dao ravaged them, unable to be erased for a moment… he still continued to fight!

Without regard for consequences or cost, the bloody battle was a pure exchange of lives for lives.

They staked their wills and very lives, fighting here to the point of madness… a single battle amounted to years of time, turning a stretch of land and river into chaotic ruins, and then, in that frenzy, they fought from this chaos into true Chaos, letting go of all restraints, with life and death decided in one clash!

The matter grew into a huge affair.

The original battlefield rule—soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king—was completely shattered.

From the moment Grand Luo cultivators stepped onto the battlefield and began slaughtering, all basic battlefield rules ceased to apply.

The Heavenly Court led the way in trampling the rules.

As opponents, the Wu Clan, the Dragon Race, and humanity also completely let loose.

Like the Dragon Race.

The leader of the Dragon Totem, Fangxun, upon hearing the grim news from the front, his face turned ice‑cold as he seethed, and he personally took action!

Once the expressway opened, nobody liked it.

A golden‑light great road shot straight to the front line, and divine troops descended suddenly!

Naturally, the Heavenly Court did not really allow it.

Gui Che Yao Marshal had been lying in wait, ready to strike at a point and reinforce, for quite some time.

However…

Gui Che nearly lost his life in this battle!

Fangxun struck out, his power boundless, slaughtering hundreds of billions of miles of heaven and earth; with a single palm he crushed the Gui Che Yao Marshal's forces, annihilating countless demon soldiers.

"Fangxun?!"

Gui Che Yao Marshal's heart pounded with shock; he revealed his true form, wings flapping furiously, barely escaping with his life, but even his near‑stopped heart almost froze as he cried, "Is it you—Cang! How can you bear so much combat power in this identity?!"

"Moreover, you bully the weak with your strength—do you still have any shame?"

"It was you who started this!" Fangxun's eight‑colored eyebrows shot up, killing intent icy, causing the stars above his head to freeze for a moment.

"As everyone knows, the Heavenly Court is shameless!" Gui Che argued, "Therefore, what we're doing is perfectly reasonable!"

"…" Hearing those words, Fangxun was momentarily choked, somewhat at a loss for words.

Damn!

What you say makes a bit of sense!

You've left me speechless!

The Heavenly Court forged the Slaughter‑Wu Sword; its intentions are plain to see—it truly doesn't care about face.

Unlike the Wu Clan, the Dragon Race, and even humanity, who still pay some heed to virtue and integrity, emphasizing the slogan of 'great, glorious, and correct'.

However, this does not faze Fangxun; it could never be the reason he would abandon his own martial arts.

"Cause brings effect, one repayment deserves another!"

Fangxun replied coldly, "We treat good people with sincerity; toward evil people we no longer consider any morality!"

"The Dragon Race has always been kind to humans, but that doesn't mean we fear trouble… we dislike trouble, yet we are never afraid of it!"

"Believe me!"

"If you break the rules, your losses will definitely be greater than those of the Dragon Race!"

"Who wouldn't bully the weak with strength?!"

"You've angered me…"

"You Yao Marshals, normally you're all careful… I'll also assassinate!"

After Fangxun's low, menacing threat, seeing the ghost vehicle Yao Marshal flee far away, he only then ordered the troops to rush to reinforce.

As soon as he arrived at the blood-soaked land, seeing the demon troops bustling like mountains and seas, his eyes turned red instantly, and he struck out again!

With a single palm, he shattered ages of time, swept past and future, even the Great Dao and time within the vast Honghuang here were congealed, as if to be seized and extracted, becoming an eternal, motionless scroll!

"Why bother?"

At the critical moment, a beam of mysterious light descended, intercepting ahead; he raised his hand and exchanged a palm strike with Fangxun!

"Boom!"

The heavens and earth shook violently!

The time, intercepted like a reservoir, flowed anew; immeasurable divine radiance starlight burst the scroll's bounds, tearing through the Myriad Heavens like a meteor, becoming the most romantic legend.

But behind the romance lay the ultimate war, a clash at the Taiyi level!

Fangxun's body swayed, but he ultimately stood firm, not retreating a single step.

In contrast, the powerful one who came to intercept fluttered away in an instant, seemingly shedding an unbearable pressure.

However, retreating is no problem; one must not lose in words.

"Why bother?"

Another sigh rose, and in the distant smoke and dust appeared the face of the Báizé Yao Marshal, somewhat pallid: 'Fellow Daoist Dragon Ancestor, your recovery speed is indeed swift, but this incarnation of yours cannot best me by even a fraction; why swell your face to feign plumpness, displaying such overbearing bearing.'

"Does it feel awful to forcibly swallow blood?"

"If you want to vomit, just vomit it out!"

The Báizé Yao Marshal was lively, full of cheeky talk.

Fangxun flatly denied it.

"Nonsense!"

He strode forward with dragon's tread and tiger's step, proving he was unharmed: 'The Heavenly Court has broken its rules, acting wantonly; some demons dare to meddle in the ordinary soldiers' wars, and they shall face great karmic retribution!'

"Today, I have descended here precisely to give you a reckoning of karma!"

"Hahaha!"

The Báizé Yao Marshal burst into loud laughter, hands clasped behind his back, flexibly gesturing to the troops behind him.

At the same time, a expanse of mist began to sweep, centered on the Báizé Yao Marshal, boundless, profound and inscrutable, impossible to see through or discern.

This mist was extraordinary, like the evolution of a supreme grand array, faint starlight flickering within, it cut across spacetime, isolating divine sense, like the prelude to some world-shaking conquest, making Fangxun solemn and respectful.

"So-called karma… how coincidental!" the Báizé Yao Marshal said offhandedly, "I happen to have a friend who holds the final say in interpretation."

"So… uh, Fangxun! Don't try to bluff me with that line."

"I'm not afraid at all!"

"But…"

He shifted his tone, his words light and frivolous: 'This time, seeing as you've just arrived, I won't make things difficult for you…'

"See you next time!"

Smiling, the Báizé's figure dissipated like a dreamy bubble within the mist.

Fangxun first stared, then his face turned ice-cold; with a single palm he tore the sky and shattered the mist.

Looking closely, where were any demon soldiers or generals left?

Only a wreckage of ruins remained!

(End of chapter)