Chapter 662: Those Who Travel Together Are All Enemies (23)

The vegetation withers and flourishes, changing as the flowers bloom and fall time and again.

Since the parting at the Jade Pool Grand Assembly back then, thirty years of time have passed in the world.

From the moment the Immortals and mortals were separated once more, the world has been at peace for a full twenty years, allowing the Earthly Realm to recuperate and truly usher in a brilliant, great era.

Countless heroes and prodigies emerged within these twenty years, and in terms of sheer numbers, there were even more than in the past several hundred years combined!

The Immortal Gods do not appear in the Earthly Realm, yet the connection between mortals and practitioners has become increasingly tight; a large number of newborns with the aptitude for cultivation have been born one after another, and even unions between mortals can produce offspring with astonishing talent.

At the same time, many great clans and sects have lowered the threshold for accepting disciples, and the Imperial Court has also released methods of cultivation, allowing more people to embark on the path of practice.

There are more and more cultivators in the world; cultivation is no longer something only a few can do.

Some of the most outstanding prodigies among them even surpassed the older generation of practitioners in a mere twenty years, with those entering the Earth Realm emerging one after another, and some even touching the threshold of the Heaven Realm!

Heroes emerge in succession, and the Earthly Realm is flourishing.

It is just that, outside the peace of the Earthly Realm, the situation among the Immortal Gods is quite different.

Following twenty years of recuperation, the strength of the ancient Immortal Gods has gradually returned to its peak, and with it, their courage has also gradually grown.

After enduring for a long time, some bold and confident Immortal Gods quietly took action, carefully testing the waters a few times, and ultimately succeeded in discovering the pattern.

As long as they do not strike at the mortal world, or rather, as long as they do not go too far and make it known to the whole world, they will not attract the attention of that one person.

It has been many years since any news of him was heard; he seems to have stayed within his mountain gate the entire time, not interfering with anything in the outside world.

This is actually a very normal situation; a single retreat for someone in the Ascension Realm can easily take over a hundred years, and a mere twenty years is just the time it takes to space out.

Thus, they gradually relaxed, forgot the original agreement, stopped being restrained, and began to gradually reveal their traces in the Earthly Realm.

However, the lingering might of that person remains, so the Immortal Gods still reserved some leeway; they did not take things to the extreme and did not dare to reach into Beigan and the Western Desert, at most only showing their might in the Southern Border and the Eastern Wasteland.

Furthermore, compared to fighting in the Earthly Realm, they spent more of their energy on enemies of the same rank, turning their spears toward other Immortal Gods.

As of today, there are no longer any old friends or acquaintances; as long as one has not explicitly renounced their Dao Fruit, everyone can be regarded as a future enemy.

The heroes chase the deer, and since there is only one deer, all who travel together are enemies!

Thus, starting from the twentieth year, wars among the Immortal Gods occurred frequently; the number of Immortal Gods who fell in the open alone exceeded twenty!

This number is already quite astonishing.

How many Immortal Gods are there in this world, including the ancient Immortal Gods and those who have been born continuously in recent years, all added together?

At most, there might be over a hundred, and at the least, I fear there are not even a hundred.

Not to mention those Immortal Gods hidden in the shadows who never revealed a shred of news until they died; no one knows how many Immortal Gods have fallen in sorrow and disappeared completely.

With such heavy casualties, the Immortal Gods naturally would not have no reaction at all.

There is shock and fear, anger and joy.

They are shocked and furious because old friends and acquaintances have fallen, and they are fearful and terrified because they worry about meeting the same end, but more than that, they are secretly delighted because the number of competitors has decreased.

Those who travel together are all enemies!

But on the other hand, they are also confident; as that small handful of people sitting above the clouds, they are full of confidence in themselves, firmly believing that they will be the final victors.

As long as they take precautions and do not give their enemies an opportunity, or find trusted friends to huddle together for warmth, they will surely be able to persist until the end in this chaotic world, and becoming the final winner is not impossible.

Thus, the Immortal Gods went from initial panic, to later habit, and now to numb indifference.

In this world, only ten more years have passed.

Thirty years, the Earthly Realm remains unchanged, yet the Immortal Gods are mired in chaotic war.

Although the conflicts between the Immortal Gods have a tendency to gradually spiral out of control, judging from the current situation, it will still take some time to continue fermenting, and it has not yet affected mortals, having little impact on the mundane world.

At least... from the surface, that is how it appears.

Everyone is following the rules, not wanting to be the first bird to stick its head out and be shot.

As for the twists and turns in the shadows, no one can know.

Whoosh—

Two thousand miles away from where the two Demon Gods self-destructed and fell, a thin, small figure moved silently and quickly through the night; although weaving through the dense forest, the movement was swift, not touching a single leaf.

But just as it was moving quickly, the figure suddenly jolted in mid-air, fell straight down from the sky, and crashed heavily onto the ground, knocking over three large trees before finally coming to a stop.

Crack!

"Cough, cough!"

Dong Yushu spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to roll over from the ground, and looked angrily at the traces she had just left behind.

Damn it!

With her Qi in temporary disarray, she had actually caused such a commotion; there was no way to continue hiding like this.

"Tsk! No more hiding, I can only rely on speed!"

Dong Yushu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, forcibly raised her Qi, stopped hiding her tracks, and lunged out!

While running wildly, deep regret flashed through her heart.

"Damn it! I should have listened to Sister Ling and not trusted this bunch of beasts! The nature of the Demon Race is hard to change; as expected, they cannot be trusted!"

Recalling the experiences of these past few days, Dong Yushu could not stop the regret in her heart.

She and her good friend had teamed up to explore a great tomb of a powerhouse in the Wuxiang Realm, and after experiencing many hardships, they finally reached the treasure room, but they were ambushed by the Demon Race who were traveling with them; of the seven people traveling together, she was the only one who escaped by relying on the treasures left by her parents.

But just escaping the great tomb was not enough; those three demons were worried that the matter would be exposed and kept chasing her relentlessly like a pack of mad dogs, refusing to let her go.

Escape!

She must bring the news out and seek justice for Sister Ling and the others!

That is what she thought in her heart, but Dong Yushu actually did not have much confidence.

Could she really escape?

The location of this great tomb was remote, and the group had only managed to find it with the help of a map; in these Ten Thousand Great Mountains, could she escape on her own?

Dong Yushu ran with all her might, consuming Divine Travel Talisman after Divine Travel Talisman, yet even so, she still felt she could hear the disgusting breathing of the Demon Race behind her.

They were about to catch up!!!

And just as Dong Yushu was on the verge of despair, preparing to take her own life to preserve her purity, a building that looked completely out of place with the surrounding environment suddenly appeared before her.

A Daoist Temple!?

It was a dilapidated Daoist Temple covered in moss and various plants, which seemed to have not been used by anyone for many years.

Under normal circumstances, the appearance of such a dilapidated Daoist Temple in the depths of these mountains and forests would truly feel eerie, and Dong Yushu would definitely have given it a wide berth and never approached it.

But at this moment, Dong Yushu had no other choice; she hesitated for an instant before rushing toward the Daoist Temple!

She was injured too severely; she could not escape by running alone, as that would surely lead to them catching up and killing her.

Rather than relying on blind flight, it was better to make use of the eeriness within this Daoist Temple, perhaps even managing to kill them.

If she could take those three wicked demons with her, that would be best, and even if she died along with them, that would be fine too.

But if that could not be done, then she would treat this place as a site for a death battle, fighting them to the bitter end!

Thus, Dong Yushu disregarded the eeriness of the Daoist Temple and, with a look of determination, charged straight inside.