Volume 3 - Chapter 409: The Great Battle Begins (Part 1)
Behind Su Zhenyuan stood a host of prodigies from the Su Clan. Su Muqing, along with Su Wanqing and Su Wanxue, stood quietly behind him.
Su Qingmei did not make an appearance; she merely gazed in this direction from outside the Radiant Emperor Hall. Her elegant face was etched with worry.
As always, Li Hao followed behind Su Muqing. When he lifted his gaze toward the black warship, he immediately spotted twenty imposing figures aboard. Each exuded a powerful demonic aura, their bearing distinct and formidable. They were all at the Immortal Lord realm, their auras as deep and unfathomable as abysses, wrapped in a power that rendered their exact cultivation levels unreadable.
Even with the strength of Li Hao’s primordial spirit, he couldn’t discern their cultivation. Either they possessed concealment techniques akin to forbidden arts, or they had reached the absolute pinnacle of the Immortal Lord realm.
But Li Hao had the sense that his inability to probe was not due to those individuals themselves, but rather to a greater force—an extraordinary power obstructing his senses. It must have been those three half-step Emperor Lords blocking his attempts.
Still, judging by his intuition alone, Li Hao estimated that several among them had reached the seventh tier of the Immortal Lord realm, comparable to Su Muqing herself.
This battle required soul longevity of at least a thousand years. Su Muqing was already a monstrous talent by those standards, but her soul longevity was only a bit over five hundred years. If those demon prodigies had soul longevity nearing eight or nine hundred years, then their cultivation could very well rival hers—or even surpass her.
“The conditions in the Northern Domain are far harsher than those in the Southern Domain…”
Li Hao's eyes flickered. The prodigies here in the Northern Domain—be they human or demon—were clearly stronger than those from the South. Likely, it was due to the long-standing war between humans and demons in this land. The perilous environment had honed both sides, raising their overall combat prowess above their southern counterparts.
In the Southern Domain, those who reached the seventh or eighth tier of the Immortal Lord realm were already as rare as phoenix feathers.
Even that quasi-imperial heir from the same clan as Emperor Linchen only had a seventh-tier cultivation—same as Su Muqing now.
And from what Li Hao could tell, that person's soul longevity was likely several centuries greater than Su Muqing’s.
By that measure, Su Muqing’s innate talent was already on par with a quasi-imperial heir from an imperial clan.
Yet even then, she still fell short of a true imperial heir.
As the greatest prodigy born in the Su Clan over the past hundred thousand years, Su Muqing could only reach this level. It was a stark testament to the terrifying heritage of those supreme clans at the apex of the True Realm.
Aside from Li Hao, Su Zhenyuan and the others—such as Jiang Qiuyu—were also trying to probe the identities of the demon prodigies aboard the warship.
But a force surrounded those figures, blocking all attempts at investigation. Moreover, the black warship itself appeared to be an extraordinary weapon. Unless they forcibly pried into it, they could glean nothing about the identities of those demons.
“It seems this holy war has attracted considerable attention. Since that’s the case, why not project this battle into the Northern Domain’s skies, so our two races can witness it together?”
At the front of the warship’s deck, a middle-aged man in purple robes curved his lips into a faint smile as he spoke with a light chuckle.
He raised his hand, and a rift split open in the void. A massive black realm stone floated forth, gleaming with a pure obsidian sheen.
At his suggestion, Su Zhenyuan and the others merely raised their brows. They didn’t object. Refusing would only dampen morale and bolster the demons’ confidence.
Besides, they had already prepared to go all out for this battle. They were confident they wouldn’t be defeated.
“As you wish. What’s the harm?” Su Zhenyuan replied with a cold snort after exchanging glances with the other two.
Outside Gusu City, crowds had gathered—densely packed figures from across the region. Among them were ancestral elders from various clans, comprising the core of the Northern Domain’s human race. Over seventy percent had assembled here. Whether the battle was projected or not didn’t make much difference at this point.
Hearing Su Zhenyuan’s reply, the purple-robed man chuckled again. Confidence was fine. But they had come well-prepared for this war. The humans wouldn’t expect it, but their Sacred Race’s fortune had arrived. In just the past thousand years, four or five once-in-ten-thousand-year prodigies had emerged in succession!
Such an occurrence seemed to foreshadow the end of the ten-thousand-year-long war between humans and demons in the Northern Domain.
This land of the Northern Domain would, at long last, return to the Sacred Race’s dominion.
The man raised his hand and channeled celestial energy into the realm stone. In the blink of an eye, the image of the Demon Ancestor’s battleground appeared upon the stone. Then, ripples of Dao-origin power pulsed from it, merging with the void as though blending into the very heavens.
All around, the clouds shimmered, revealing a colossal projection of the Demon Ancestor’s battleground.
Across the Gusu Imperial Star, in every celestial city, citizens looked up to see the image of Su Zhenyuan and the others—top human experts—confronting the demons.
The standoff between both sides was broadcast to all directions.
The power of the realm stone reached deep into the void, and under some obscure and terrifying force, the images spread to the borders of the Demon Battlefield.
“So many humans.”
“They all look so tasty… so delicious.”
“Where is this? Wait, isn’t that Lord Ziqiu?”
“And Lord Jin Zhu too! Look—behind them—isn’t that Qiongjiang, the one who just claimed the top spot in the Demon God War?”
On the borders of the Demon Battlefield and several demon-occupied stars, countless demonkin gazed at the projected scenes in shock and confusion—before quickly growing excited.
As their domain erupted with cheers, the Gusu Imperial Star mirrored the frenzy. Within the thirty-six thousand celestial cities, countless cultivators looked upon the projection of Su Zhenyuan and the other human elites facing off against the demons, and their emotions surged.
“It’s Lord Su!”
“Lord Jiang Shen is there too!”
“Kill the demons! Slaughter them all!”
“Demons must die!”
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