Chapter 1043: The Outbreak of the Great War

The status of a page boy has always been a thorn in Haotian's heart.

Because of his status as a page boy, the Sages looked down on him.

Because of his status as a page boy, many beings of great divine power also looked down on him.

Because of his status as a page boy, even many Great Luo Golden Immortals, and even Golden Immortals, looked down on him. Faced with the various generous conditions of the Heavenly Court, very few were willing to join it.

If it were any other sect, they would have already eagerly pledged their loyalty.

Such discriminatory treatment made him secretly resentful.

In terms of origin, he was formed from Chaos Divine Jade, born from the supreme Yang Qi of Heaven and Earth.

In terms of cultivation, he was also a Peak Quasi-Saint.

In terms of strategy, he had painstakingly managed things under the "encirclement and suppression" of the Sages, and in a mere two hundred thousand years, he had developed the destitute Heavenly Court into its current achievement.

He considered himself inferior to no one in any aspect.

This Di Jun had come up acting all overbearing, poking at his sore spots and completely ignoring him; naturally, he would not swallow his pride and cursed right back.

After finishing his cursing, Haotian suddenly felt refreshed and his thoughts became clear.

In the past, for the sake of the big picture, he had always endured.

From now on, he would not have to.

The complexions of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the killing intent in their eyes was fully exposed.

Lu Ya and the other high-level members of the Demon Race were even more furious.

Even the entire Demon Race army shared a common hatred, glaring at Haotian, because Haotian had cursed them all along with him, and he had used the classic lines of Yuanshi Tianzun: "creatures with fur and horns, beings born of wet eggs and shells."

Di Jun said coldly, "Haotian, you have already brought about your own path to death."

Haotian laughed out loud, "A path to death? That depends on how much weight you carry."

"Fine. Since that is the case, let us go to the depths of the void."

"I am not afraid of you!"

Haotian and Di Jun turned into two streaks of light and rushed into the depths of the starry void.

The battle between Peak Quasi-Saints was too terrifying; even a trace of the battle's aftermath was enough to cause millions of troops to vanish into dust in an instant.

Therefore, in all past wars, Quasi-Saint level battles would avoid the armies.

Unless the Quasi-Saint power of both sides was unequal.

In the depths of the starry void, there might not be any planets for millions of years; it was a completely natural battlefield.

Donghuang Taiyi first looked at Yaochi Jinmu, then looked at the Peak Quasi-Saint Level Puppet behind Huang Feiwu.

His gaze was cold, "A Peak Quasi-Saint Level Puppet? How flashy. Di Qi stole my supreme treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell; today I will slay you to collect some interest first, and another day I will suppress and kill him."

The Peak Quasi-Saint Level Puppet curled its lips, revealing a mocking smile, "A firefly dares to compete with the bright moon! There is no need for my master to take action another day; today I shall suppress and kill you. Let us go."

After he finished speaking, he rushed toward another part of the starry void.

"You seek death!"

Donghuang Taiyi was secretly furious; he had actually been looked down upon by a puppet.

He followed closely behind, turning into a streak of light and heading away.

Yaochi Jinmu did not say much either, turning into a streak of light and rushing toward the void of the starry sky in another direction, her voice spreading out where she stood, "Xihe, let us go too."

Xihe did not speak either, following directly.

Subsequently, the three Quasi-Saints of the Heavenly Court and the six Quasi-Saint Level Puppets each sought out a Demon Race Quasi-Saint and rushed into the depths of the starry sky.

Rumble!

Six Peak Quasi-Saints and eighteen Ordinary Quasi-Saints fought in the depths of the starry sky, the brilliant light shining in all directions, making it feel as if countless stars were exploding collectively.

Looking up from the Primordial Continent, countless people discovered that the originally clear sky suddenly seemed to have twelve extra suns.

"Whoosh!"

Huang Feihu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With more than twenty Quasi-Saints present, the pressure on him, a Peak Great Luo, was not small.

His gaze swept over the Demon Race army, and he drew the long Sword at his waist, held it high, and then swung it down, his voice exploding like thunder across the millions-of-miles-long front line, "All troops, attack!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The allied forces of the Yin Shang and the Heavenly Court shouted in unison, quickly forming various Array Formations and charging toward the Demon Race army. The Demon Race army did not show weakness and charged to meet them.

Rumble!

Six hundred billion Immortal Dao troops, like two torrents stretching for millions of miles, collided violently.

Countless Dharma Treasures, Immortal arts, divine powers, Talismans, and so on, like a sky full of goose-feather snow, submerged each other.

It was dazzling, yet the killing intent was cold.

Ah!

In the mere moment of collision, no one knew how many troops had turned into dust.

"Hiss..."

Outside the battlefield, the Loose Immortals who were broadcasting were all gasping, their eyes filled with terror.

Six hundred billion Immortal Dao troops in a fierce battle—how magnificent and how cruel this was; it simply transcended human cognition.

At the same time, countless people watching the broadcast were also terrified to the point of death.

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They had never had any concept of the so-called Immeasurable Kalpa.

Only then did they realize that the previous Investiture of the Gods Calamity was simply child's play, like children playing house.

This was merely the Demon Race attacking the Immortal Court.

The likes of the Wu Clan, the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty, the Long-Feng Qilin Sanzue, and All Sects had not yet participated.

Once it erupted completely, how terrifying would that be!

"Hiss, with the Dao Ancestor above, is this what a Great Calamity is? It is fortunate that this fierce battle is taking place in the Outer Starry Sky; no wonder the Great Witch-Demon War back then broke Mount Buzhou and left the people in misery."

"If the Great Calamity erupts completely and all sides engage in a chaotic battle, I fear there will be no place of peace left in this Honghuang, other than fleeing into the Chaos."

"Actually, come to think of it, if the Sages had not been confined, perhaps this Great Calamity would not have occurred. A group of dragons without a leader leads to great fortune under Heaven; it seems Di Qi's philosophy is not necessarily always correct."

"Sigh, why must there be constant Great Calamities? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to cultivate properly and live their own lives?"

"Under such fierce fighting, even a Golden Immortal would find it hard to protect themselves."

The Demon Race's attack on the Immortal World attracted the gaze of the entire Honghuang.

In front of Zichen Hall.

Yin Qi stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, his gaze sweeping constantly across the three battlefields: Di Jun and Haotian, Donghuang Taiyi and the Puppetry, and Xihe and Yaochi Jinmu.

He discovered with surprise that the combat power of Di Jun, Donghuang, and Xihe far exceeded that of Haotian and Yaochi.

It seemed that after returning from resurrection, their cultivation had all improved significantly.

The divine abilities and immortal arts they displayed seemed to be imbued with traces of the aura of time, and even a more profound aura and Dao rhyme, thereby doubling their power.

If not for the fact that Haotian and Yaochi Jinmu both had several Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures in hand, they would likely have already been defeated.

Even so, they were still at a disadvantage.

"Why is this?"

Yin Qi was secretly shocked.

Having returned from resurrection, why would Di Jun and the others have such a change?

Since Di Jun had such a change, would the resurrected Ancestral Witches, such as Di Jiang, also have their combat power greatly increased?

Not only Yin Qi, but All Sects were also observing the situation of the great battle, and were simultaneously secretly surprised.

It seemed that falling and then being resurrected had allowed Di Jun and the others to obtain some kind of opportunity.

Witch God Realm.

Pangu Hall.

With the Demon Race launching a massive army against the Immortal World, the Ancestral Witches held a meeting at the first opportunity.

During this time, Di Jiang and the others had been practicing the Du Tian Shensha Array with Xingtian, and now it had achieved initial results.

Zhurong had the most irritable temper: "Brothers, the Demon Race has already sent out their troops; we should not wait any longer, otherwise, wouldn't we be letting others laugh at us, saying we are inferior to the Demon Race?"

"Indeed. The Du Tian Shensha Array is initially formed; it is enough to deal with Di Qi."

"Our Wu Clan warriors have also long been prepared for the expedition; if we do not send troops now, when shall we?"

Facing the Ancestral Witches who were eager for battle, Di Jiang's gaze was like a torch, and he said loudly: "Good. Since all you brothers are in agreement, then we shall send out our troops this very day. Slay Di Qi, seize Tianjing." (End of this chapter)