Chapter 407

Boom—!!!

The ink-colored sky suddenly shattered. A brilliant golden wheel shaped like the rising sun had just bloomed between heaven and earth before it was blasted to pieces. The scattered fluctuations instantly rolled up a sky-covering wind and sand, rushing in all directions.

In the mountain forest, countless ancient trees were snapped in half by this wind force, and the mountain wall facing them was instantly shaken into powder.

At the same time, in the sky on the other side, a wild and horizontal blade aura, as if it could split the heavens, was slashing toward a main army of the demon race, but before it could fall, it was shaken back by an iron fist covered in scales.

Wherever the fist force passed, the night sky was torn open with cracks spanning ten thousand miles, and the surging sea of clouds was pierced through, revealing countless twinkling stars behind it.

Wind waves, pressure, and terrifying spirit all rushed down from the sky, heavy as mountains, pressing the cultivators around the mountain forest until their eyelids twitched wildly.

They knew that a powerhouse at the perfection of the Upper Five Realms had made a move, but they did not expect that the demon race possessed sufficient combat power to block their strike.

Under the roaring of the Great Dao, air explosions occurred one after another, and the wild aura spread for a thousand miles, making these human cultivators tremble incessantly.

And on a high mountain in the northeast of the Gubei Plain, Prince Ye Han, clad in black-gold battle armor, stood on the summit, also watching this scene.

In the history of the demon race, there have been countless powerhouses of the Demon King Realm who were once figures who dominated one side, brilliant and talented. Whether in their own tribe or the entire demon race, they all had their own unique legends, sung by generation after generation of demon descendants.

It is just puzzling that these Demon King Realm figures, in their later stages, would without exception suddenly disappear from everyone's field of vision, silently and soundlessly, as if they had vanished into thin air.

Prince Ye Han actually had doubts and confusion about this question as well. When he was young, he even specifically had the retainers in his manor investigate it, but the result was nothing.

It wasn't until this time, when he entered the palace to ask his Imperial Father to order the dispatch of troops, that he was brought before twenty-three coffins made of Snow Region Profound Ice.

When he saw with his own eyes his Imperial Father awaken the twenty-three Demon Kings who had been sleeping in the coffins for endless years, he truly knew the answer to this matter.

The demon race is different from the human race; they do not need secret techniques, nor do they need any medicine. They are born with a method of falling asleep to extend their lifespan and slow down aging.

But the reason they fall asleep is not like the human race, which is to find ways to extend life, but because of the tribe.

After the Great Ancient War a thousand years ago, the demon race, under the leadership of the first Demon Emperor, had no choice but to migrate to the Snow Region, tasting all the bitterness of wind and frost.

But for them, they have always firmly believed that one day they would definitely be able to take their people back.

So from that time on, every generation of powerhouses who entered the Demon King Realm would hibernate in the underground ice caves of the Demon Emperor Palace at a suitable time, just to wait for that hoped-for day to arrive, so that their demon race would have enough accumulation of powerhouses to deal with all wars.

But just like the human race's life-extending secret techniques, this kind of sleep only slows down the body's decay and does not truly stop time.

So over these thousand years, countless ancient Demon King Realm figures have passed away in their sleep.

Coming and going, the profound ice coffins under the Demon Emperor City have changed countless owners.

Until today, the twenty-three modern Demon Kings they have accumulated, carrying the blood and responsibility of those countless heroic souls of their predecessors, have waited for the opportunity to appear here.

At this moment, one of the old Demon Kings in his line of sight crossed the void. His demonized figure triggered a roar of thunder, and at the same time, the giant axe in his hand slashed down, fiercely pressing a powerhouse at the perfection of the Upper Five Realms into the mountain forest of the Sacred Land.

"Report! Your Highness, intelligence from the northern border line: traces of the demon race discovered!"

Huo Jin frowned upon hearing this: "They have come after all. Where are they now?"

Prince Ye Han fixed his eyes: "Pass down the order: within three days, I ask the soldiers to be sure to attack the core of the human Sacred Land."

"Yes!"

The messenger bowed upon hearing this, immediately grabbed his saber, and whistled away. A few breaths later, a deafening horn sound began to spread across the eight wildernesses, like a sharp sword piercing through the plain and shooting into the mind of every demon warrior. The demon army that had been scattered by the human Upper Five Realms perfection powerhouses instantly began to reassemble, and after rapid reorganization, launched another charge toward the mountain forest where the Sages' Sacred Land was located.

Facing this attack like a flood, the cultivators stationed in the mountain forest immediately swarmed up, and in an instant, they fiercely collided with them.

Just as the bloody aura was constantly exploding in the forest, a silver spear suddenly descended from the sky.

The famous Profound Demon General of the demon race, Ye Tuo, made his move. The iron spear in his hand was like a long dragon piercing the wind, whistling as it crushed toward the human cultivators coming to meet them.

The combat power of the peak Profound Demon Realm is already equivalent to the human Responding to Heaven Realm. This spear strike was like a dragon, directly killing a patch of blood mist, with wails echoing one after another.

However, just as this spear force continued to kill forward without hesitation, a finger light suddenly flew out from the mountain forest.

Chai Ze, a direct disciple of the Longevity Hall of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, stood on the high mountain and fiercely beat back that long spear with a wave of his finger.

At the same time, a beautiful figure flew over rapidly. He Lingxiu, accompanied by her arts, drew her sword amidst the whistling long wind, and a thunder light slashed down, fiercely hacking Ye Tuo back.

Shi Junhao also quickly arrived at the scene, killing the enemy alone until Ye Tuo spat out blood.

Subsequently, the three gathered together and killed their way into the demon army with wild momentum.

As blood and broken limbs flew, the demon army suddenly began to disperse toward the surroundings, surging in all directions in groups of a hundred.

He Lingxiu and the other two turned their heads to look, only to see the demon army scattered into the mountain forest starting to head toward the deeper Luoyue Ridge from countless angles and countless routes.

From a sensory perspective, this scene looked very much like a chaotic rout.

But if one observed carefully, one could find that their marching speed and rhythm were also very consistent; it was clearly a tactic of breaking the whole into parts, dispersing into countless combat units, and then combining to attack.

But looking at the human side, noble families followed the Xian Sects, the weak followed the strong, and for a time, no one was willing to leave the group to pursue.

This was just as they had perceived earlier: the human race is indeed overall superior to the demon race in the number of powerhouses, but the demon race's collective combat consciousness is a big trouble.

The most critical thing is that whether it is the noble families or the Xian Sect members, they participate in the battle to get a piece of the cake later, and getting the cake only has meaning if one is not dead; while the demon race fights for the tribe, regardless of their lives.

East of Luoyue Gorge, on the banks of the Peach Blossom River.

Under the thick night, the rushing river water emitted a splashing sound.

Zuo Qiuyang strolled past the riverbank, mysterious light circling him, his aura roaring like thunder.

Suddenly, following a vibrating sound, a strong splash of water exploded on the river surface, and before it could fall, it was evaporated into endless mist.

Right in this mist, an old Demon King suddenly appeared, and the halberd with aura like the sea pressed down fiercely.

Boom!!!!

Zuo Qiuyang waved his hand fiercely, ten thousand rays of mysterious light bloomed from his hand, and his sword fiercely blocked that halberd that looked like it could split the heavens.

But just after this halberd was suppressed by one palm, a whistling sound came from high in the sky, and two more Demon Kings broke through the air, simultaneously smashing over with two fierce iron fists.

With a wild explosion, half of the river water was directly evaporated.

A wisp of faint blood spilled from the corner of Zuo Qiuyang's mouth, and then he looked at the three Demon Kings calmly with sharp and cold eyes, while those three Demon Kings were also covered in wounds, with blood beads dripping from their fingertips.

Hum!!!

Just as they were confronting each other, a vibrating sound whistled from far to near.

Chai Hu, Master of the Longevity Hall, suddenly appeared, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful force field shaped like a mountain fiercely killed the old Demon King who was holding the halberd and had hair flying all over his body from behind.

Taking this opportunity, Zuo Qiuyang stepped into the air, intending to head toward Luoyue Gorge.

But before he could take that step, three long blades suddenly came across the sky, and three more Demon Kings killed their way over, forcing his figure to a stop.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Qiuyang turned to look at the one behind him.

Those three Demon Kings who were pursuing him fought with Chai Hu for a moment, and both sides also formed a confrontational posture.

"Are these three following you?"

Chai Hu gasped for a moment: "Correct, they are all extremely difficult opponents; I can't shake them off."

Hearing this, Zuo Qiuyang's brow furrowed slightly.

He did not expect the demon race to have such a large number of Demon King Realm figures. Looking at it this way, even when the Barbarian-Demon Alliance attacked the You and Yun provinces, they had always been hiding their strength and had never shown their true foundation.

But there is no doubt that they have been dragged down.

Junior brother Lu Fengchuan's side, the Asking Dao Sect, the Mountain Sea Pavilion, the Chen Clan, and those powerhouses at the perfection of the Upper Five Realms of Lingjian Mountain should be in the same situation.

"Several Demon King lords, what is your intention in coming here today to attack our human race?"

Zuo Qiuyang looked at the three Demon Kings who had been pursuing him all along as he spoke, especially that old Demon King holding the halberd.

From appearing until now, they had fought countless times, and from the shouts of these three Demon Kings fighting together, Zuo Qiuyang had a slight understanding of them.

That old Demon King holding the halberd should be the most venerable and strongest among them, named Gu Chuan.

Among the other two, one is his brother Gu De, and the other is his direct descendant Jie Dai.

After the inquiry was made, the three Demon Kings did not respond at all.

Their mission was to drag down the human powerhouses or find an opportunity to kill these human powerhouses to help the demon army enter the Sages' Sacred Land. Everything else was meaningless, so naturally, they would not respond to any questions.

But after one attempt failed, Zuo Qiuyang did not give up.

"The demon race and the human race have been allies since ancient times and should have lived in harmony for generations. Let's not even mention your alliance with the Barbarian race to occupy our You and Yun provinces; today you suddenly suppress the Central Province with a large army. Could it be that you really want to destroy the harmony of the past thousand years?" Zuo Qiuyang's tone began to turn colder.

Gu Chuan smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Harmony? If it were truly harmonious, why would our demon race have left the Nine Provinces, which were so good, and had to go far away to the Snow Region back then?"

"That was your own choice. How can you place the hatred on our human race?"

"After the Great Ancient War ended, your human sages hung the Sacred Artifact over our demon territory for three days, while claiming to the outside world that they wanted to purge the remnants of the legacy race. How could our race not leave?"

Zuo Qiuyang raised his eyes upon hearing this: "The demon race back then was far too powerful compared to the human race. I think our human sages and saints were just trying to protect the tribe."

Gu Chuan looked at him with cold eyes: "You humans love to find reasons too much, but in fact, the struggle between tribes never needs too many high-sounding reasons; it is just a matter of success or failure. We could accept it back then, so you should be able to today."

Boom!!!!

With a loud noise, a huge gap was slashed into Luoyue Ridge.

Amidst the sky-filling smoke and dust, the demon army, like a river breaking its banks, rushed toward the core position of the Sages' Sacred Land.

Seeing this scene, those Demon Kings instantly raised their aura to the peak, preparing to interrupt any human powerhouse capable of influencing the battle situation from going to support.

But unexpectedly, they did not move, just watching those demon armies rush over like a flood.

However, just at this moment, a sky-covering golden mysterious light suddenly rose from that dark mountain forest, and at the same time, countless golden thin lines suddenly spread in the forest like ripples.

Those are array patterns, array patterns the same as the mountain-protecting arrays of countless Xian Sects.

Puchi—

The hundred or so demon cavalrymen charging in the front had not yet had time to react before they were instantly wiped out, blood falling like a torrential rain.

This sudden change caught the demon race off guard, and a feeling of shock and anger instantly rose in their hearts.

One must know that the Barbarian race spent a thousand years constantly attacking but failed to step into the Nine Provinces even half a step; ninety percent of the credit for that was because of the array above the northern border wall.

Even if their tactics were clear and their cooperation was tacit, how could they pass through this array that had no defensive blind spots?

However, very quickly, they discovered something was wrong.

Because those ripples were not like those emitted from the northern border array, which would not stop once opened; instead, they were continuously weakening, and at the same time, the light was also fading.

It is not the same; the array here and the northern border are not the same.

In an instant, the Heavenly Demon Divine Generals in the army all confirmed this point.

Correct, the array on the northern border wall took over twenty years just to carve the light, so how could they possibly have had enough time to prepare one that was the same?

And according to its decay characteristics, this array should require charging.

If it is truly like this, then each of its activations should have a time limit, and the attack time cannot be maintained for too long.

The facts were just as they thought. After about ten breaths, the ripples suddenly dissipated in the air, and the killing intent that had surrounded the entire Sacred Land instantly vanished.

"Sure enough!"

"That array cannot be kept open forever. Soldiers, charge for me!"

Following the order of the leading Divine General, the swarming demon soldiers were immediately full of spirit and charged again.

However, although the array could not run continuously, it had finally bought time, allowing those human cultivators who had been shaken off by the 'breaking the whole into parts' tactic to finally have enough time to pursue.

Thus, the head-on charge once again set off an endless bloody storm.

In fact, if the demon race really wanted to clash head-on with the human race, they indeed could not gain much advantage, not to mention that they now had to be on guard at all times against the sudden activation of the array, so their attack speed was fiercely stuck, as if trapped in a quagmire.

After several times, the number of dead and wounded in the army began to gradually increase.

The main armies on the west and north sides also killed their way to the edge of the core from other directions, encountering the same obstacles and dilemmas, so the entire war began to become extremely scorching.

The most critical thing is that when a vanguard army dodged the array's killing strike and fought hard to kill their way in, a stone mirror suddenly rose into the sky.

Endless immortal light burst out, fiercely killing back those demon races that had broken through the array's killing range.

And that suffocating power actually forced countless demon races with boiling blood to give up the opportunity they had finally managed to surprise-attack with and retreat again.

It is a Sacred Artifact.

Whether it was the old Demon King confronting the perfection of the Upper Five Realms or the Heavenly Demon Divine General leading the troops to attack, they all couldn't help but look at the red carriage in the deepest part of the dense forest.

Seeing this scene, the human cultivators immediately let out a high-spirited cheer, and their eyes looking at the demon race instantly became contemptuous.

Correct, no matter how much the demon race disregards life and death, and no matter how many more powerhouses they have than they imagined, how could they contend with a Sacred Artifact?

But what the human cultivators did not expect was that even after feeling the power of the Sacred Artifact, the demon race still did not show the slightest timidity or retreat, but instead began to continue charging.

And in the subsequent attacks, the demon army made countless attempts.

They circled the outer perimeter of the Sages' Sacred Land, stretching the battle line into an extremely wide arc, looking for opportunities, from night until dawn.

Two days and two nights of killing, both the human race and the demon race began to pant, showing slight fatigue.

But the most tired ones were not them, but those alchemists existing in the valley.

The continuous, non-stop repair work consumed them greatly, and even the gathered alchemical light no longer had the fullness and surging power it had at the beginning.

But listening to the sounds of battle getting closer and closer, they did not dare to have the slightest relaxation.

Steady...

Must not tear each other apart again...

Amidst the surging alchemical light, Yuan Li, who was repairing the cracks, turned a deaf ear to the hissing and screaming from the outside world, just chanting and continuing his work.

And before his eyes, those two cracks only had a little bit of the edges left.

"Boom!!!"

I don't know how long it had been, but following a sky-covering aura falling, a pure and magnificent aura was transmitted in all directions.

On the banks of the Peach Blossom River, Zuo Qiuyang suddenly opened his eyes wide, unable to help but turn his head to look at the position of the Sages' Sacred Land.

And in this moment of distraction, those Demon Kings suddenly gave up their siege on them, instead flying into the sky and falling fiercely toward that core valley.

"It's broken, that imitation array cannot stop the Demon Kings!"

"No matter, the Master Inspector is guarding the core; with the Sacred Artifact suppressing it, nothing will happen!"

Zuo Qiuyang and Chai Hu flew into the sky, heading toward the core of the Sacred Land, and saw those Demon Kings using their powerful physical bodies to hard-shake the array, blocking ten thousand killing intents to break in.

And just as they expected, the spirit mirror of the Little Master Inspector of Lingjian Mountain rose into the sky early, and several rays of immortal light shot out simultaneously, killing toward those Demon Kings.

The Sacred Artifact uses the power of the Heavenly Dao and represents the Heavenly Might. Let alone the Demon King Realm, even the demon people of the Approaching Immortal Realm back then found it difficult to resist, so their dead end should not have had any accidents.

But what was surprising was that just as the Spirit Mirror was exerting its power, a huge phantom appeared in the night sky, chanting softly in its mouth, instantly turning into a sky-filling roar.

Just as this roar fell and circled the sky, the Spirit Mirror in the sky trembled wildly, and the immortal light in the mirror directly deflected, failing to hit anyone.

"Demon Emperor..."

"How is it possible? Can the Demon Emperor actually block the Sacred Artifact?"

Zuo Qiuyang looked at that tall figure in the night sky, suddenly remembering the aura emitted when Junior Sister You Yingqiu was in seclusion, and fixed his eyes: "No, he didn't block the Sacred Artifact; he influenced the Heavenly Secret of that moment."

At this moment, a cheer erupted from within the demon race, and their momentum instantly soared.

At the same time, Prince Ye Han on the high mountain also couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

Humans all know that the Abbot of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan can control the Heavenly Secret, but few people know that the Demon Emperor lineage can also do it, though there is actually a difference between the two.

The Abbot of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan can master the Heavenly Secret because of the Heavenly Secret Art, while the Demon Emperor can master the Heavenly Secret because of the bloodline talent's perception of the Heavenly Secret.

Since the end of the Great Ancient War, the Demon Emperor lineage has been studying how to use the Heavenly Secret to deal with Sacred Artifacts and has made countless attempts for this.

But later they discovered that no matter what efforts were made, the Sacred Artifact possessing the power of the Heavenly Dao is still the most powerful force in this world and is difficult to contend with.

The Demon Emperor lineage was once depressed because of this, feeling that there was no hope of returning to the Nine Provinces, until the generation of his Imperial Father.

His Imperial Father gave up on directly confronting the Sacred Artifact and instead put all his energy into changing the Heavenly Secret.

That moment just now was him blinding the Heavenly Secret for an instant, successfully disrupting the Sacred Artifact's perception.

"They are all just a bunch of guys who can only see what's right in front of them..."

In the core mountain forest, Fang Ruoming spat out a sentence, then stood up and leaped down into the valley.

After the Pill Sect repaired the two fissures, in order to avoid a chain reaction of instability, they had already started to open the Sacred Land at the same time.

At this moment, as the mysterious light constantly spread, an entrance was slowly unfolding at the location of those two cracks.

Welcome the arrival of the new world.