Volume 3 - Chapter 408: The Demon Ancestor's Domain, A Blood Feud of Ten Thousand Years (Part 3)
In the deep chambers of the Su Clan.
As Su Zhenyuan withdrew his Dharma Image, he immediately sent out a summons for all Su Clan disciples to gather.
In the Court of Banished Immortals, Su Muqing withdrew her gaze from the black warship and, without looking back, headed straight toward the Hall of the Radiant Emperor.
Li Hao also glanced at the black warship before quickly following her.
In front of the Hall of the Radiant Emperor, many Su Clan disciples had already assembled.
Su Jingcheng and the others appeared one after another. The disturbance caused by the black warship’s arrival had shaken the entire Suzhou Imperial Star, rousing even those who had been deep in secluded cultivation.
But they all knew—their soul lifespans had run their course. They could not join the coming battle.
“Muqing, Wanqing, Wansnow... are you all ready?”
Su Zhenyuan’s gaze fell upon his three daughters. Among the younger generation of the Su Clan, they were the most gifted—and they were the ones chosen to shoulder this burden.
“Father, I’m ready,” Su Muqing replied, her gaze resolute.
“For Mingzhe’s death, I will avenge him tomorrow!” said Su Wansnow, her eyes brimming with killing intent.
Su Wanqing said nothing, but her eyes were firm and unwavering.
Su Zhenyuan nodded and said, “In this battle, use whatever means necessary—even if you must take celestial pills or demonic elixirs.”
With a wave of his hand, glowing celestial pills floated up from his palm, releasing divine fragrance and arcane visions.
“You should recognize these. If the situation demands it, take them in battle. Even if it costs you your foundation, you must not lose. You must not fail!”
As he spoke, a slight pang stirred in his heart.
These were his children—each one peerless in talent. Were it not for the greater cause of the human race, how could he bear to give them such pills?
It was no different from asking them to swallow poison.
Yet his face remained solemn, revealing none of the torment beneath.
Hearing their father’s words, Su Muqing and the others looked toward the pills, their eyes sharpening.
Of course they knew what those pills were, and what they would do. They could greatly amplify one’s strength in battle—but at the cost of destroying one’s foundation. It was a wager of one’s future for a single moment of triumph.
In the past, they would never have glanced at such things. But now, each of them raised a hand and accepted a pill.
“Wanqing will not disappoint you, Father.”
Su Wanqing gripped the pill tightly. Her gentle nature was nowhere to be seen—her eyes now radiated fierce determination.
Su Muqing and Su Wansnow followed suit, taking the pills with steadfast resolve.
Li Hao looked at Su Muqing’s profile. Only in this moment did he truly sense the presence of someone worthy of being the personal disciple of an invincible Immortal Lord from the Southern Domain.
And scenes like this weren’t limited to the Su Clan—they played out across the other great clans as well.
With the Demon Ancestor’s Domain now revealed, they would reenact the glory of fifty thousand years ago upon its soil.
The human race must not lose!
The day passed in a blink.
And in that single day, word had spread across all 36,000 celestial cities of Suzhou Imperial Star. Everyone now knew the source of the demonic aura—and the wager of life and death between humanity and the demon race.
From every great clan and celestial city on the far side of Suzhou City, starships flew through the night, all converging on its outskirts.
Streaks of radiant light tore across the sky. From space, the far side of Suzhou Imperial Star looked like a meteor shower, all those lights converging on one place—Suzhou Imperial City.
Dawn broke. Morning light bathed the countless gates of the Imperial City.
Many Dharma Images floated in the air, streaks of brilliance weaving a tapestry of light, surrounding Suzhou Imperial City in an ocean of cultivators.
High above, the Demon Ancestor’s Domain hovered, still bound in the void. More than a hundred descendants of the Azure Dragon Clan lay chained and limp, their vitality drained, slumped in coils of weariness.
“Hmph!”
On the black warship, the purple-robed man and his companions looked out across the wilds beyond the city. Densely packed figures stretched to the horizon, and more were still arriving in waves.
If this weren’t human territory, they would have already started feasting on this gathered banquet of flesh.
“Do these human ants really believe they have a chance at victory?”
“Then let’s slaughter all their so-called geniuses right before their eyes. If they don’t dare send out their top talents, we’ll crush their chosen warriors in public—break them to death before the world. Let them know what true despair is.”
The trio’s eyes gleamed with murderous chill.
Behind them, the twenty demon prodigies wore varied expressions—some indifferent, others already bloodthirsty, itching to begin.
Before long, Su Zhenyuan, Lin Daogong, and the other patriarchs arrived, each leading their clan’s elite youths to the battlefield.
In the sky, aside from the black warship, it was now a sea of human cultivators. In numbers alone, they dwarfed their opponents, and their momentum surged like a rising tide.
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