Less than a hundred years after Xuanyuan broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm, the Human Race declared war on the Western Haotian Realm.
The declaration of war was inscribed upon the River of Time, where it would drift forever.
The Human Race's sacred flame was ignited, illuminating All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Yet the Haotian Realm's defenses were impregnable. The auras of billions of heavenly soldiers merged into one, their radiance lighting up the sea of stars.
Though Xuanyuan carried the majestic Human Dao Fortune, he did not dare deploy his troops rashly. One misstep would mean defeat.
He knew perfectly well that launching the war recklessly was precisely to turn this battle into a war of attrition.
Fuxi's attack on Heaven had already proven that a swift victory was impossible.
Within the Nine Heavens of Haotian, Emperor Donghua stood with lowered eyes. He could sense the boiling battle intent below, but he could not act.
Only by fighting this battle in the Heavenly Realm would he stand a chance of winning.
Thus, the two sides remained deadlocked.
Within the Human Race's territory, human cultivators frantically transformed cities into enormous furnaces of war.
Where humans had once lived, floating war fortresses rose from the ground, one after another like a Star River formation, activating shimmering protective barriers.
From the moment war began, Xuanyuan had started forcibly conscripting immortals. Now was the time for them to contribute to the Human Race.
Every cultivator of the Human Race, no matter who they were, would be entered into military registration even if they hid deep within remote mountains and ancient forests.
Even countless outer disciples of the Interception Sect had been drafted. After enjoying the Human Race's benefits, did they think they could just run away? How could such a good deal exist!