Li Hao's Dao Source Immortal Seal (Two chapters in one)

A cold wind swept through the Void, and silence fell over the Gusu City.

The patriarchs of all the Aristocratic Clan, including those from the Jiang, Su, and Lin families, all had complex expressions on their faces and were speechless.

Should we blame Lin Zhixuan? After all, the other party's realm was higher than his, and she possessed the legendary Dao Source Immortal Seal. Lin Zhixuan was already Prodigy enough, but that Black Veiled Woman was even more terrifying.

However, the price of this failure is unbearable!

Without Lin Zhixuan, who else can stop us? If the Human Race suffers a crushing defeat in this first challenge, the morale of the Demon Domain will soar to unprecedented heights, and the Human Race will decline drastically, perhaps even to the point of collapse. Many Human Race might even try to flee the Northern Region. When the news spreads, the morale of the army will crumble!

Everyone's heart was pounding and contracting; they felt extremely uncomfortable, yet powerless to do anything about it, experiencing only a desperate and painful feeling.

The countless immortals in the Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities fell completely silent because of those three words. Countless faces turned deathly pale, filled with despair.

Lin Jinrou opened her mouth slightly, her eyes blank. Her invincible Older Brother, who had been like a god in her heart since childhood, had actually lost.

He actually... could bow his head and admit defeat.

Su Muqing stared blankly at this scene. She understood Lin Zhixuan; he had already done his best. Apart from not burning his Primordial Spirit and taking medicine, he had performed at his strongest.

However, the opponent was even stronger, ridiculously stronger.

A sudden sadness welled up in her heart, and she hated her own powerlessness. If she hadn't been defeated earlier and had managed to fight the Black Veiled Woman, she could have burned her true blood and, even at the cost of her own life, severely injured her opponent. In that case, she might have created an opportunity for Lin Zhixuan to defeat her, or even kill this Demon Prodigies, and then sweep aside the other Demon Prodigies to win this Sparring match.

In this way, the lives of countless Human Race in the Northern Region can be saved, which has a significant impact.

Amidst an atmosphere of sorrow and despair, within the Dao Arena, Lin Zhixuan gazed deeply at the Black Veiled Demoness opposite him and said:

What's your name?

"Heiji."

The Black Veiled Woman had cold eyes. Although she hadn't managed to kill Lin Zhixuan, this battle had earned her some respect for this Human Race Heavenly Prodigy.

Lin Zhixuan nodded. "I'll remember you. Next time we fight, the outcome will be completely different."

After saying that, he seemed to feel that such harsh words were a bit beneath him. Although he felt that he had spoken the True Heart, it was still unbecoming of him. He turned around and left the Dao Arena, returning to the Lin Clan.

Seeing the looks in the eyes of the Lin Clan members, Lin Zhixuan immediately thought of Su Muqing and turned to look at the Su Clan.

Then I saw that Su Muqing's eyes were filled with sorrow and grief.

Their eyes met, and Su Muqing's sorrow subsided slightly as she gave him a comforting smile.

Although she knew her smile looked awkward, she knew that Lin Zhixuan had done his best, and she was a loser, so why blame him?

Lin Zhixuan felt a warmth in his heart and gave her an apologetic look. Then he looked around and saw the complicated and desperate eyes of the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan, as well as the Jiang Family and other major clans. He felt a little uncomfortable.

If we win this battle, our fame will surely spread throughout the Northern Region, known to Human Race and Demon.

But... he really did his best.

Aside from not being able to burn his Primordial Spirit or take Divine Medicine that would damage his foundation, he had already used his strongest abilities.

It's just that his opponent was stronger, even more willing to sacrifice himself, burning his own Primordial Spirit to kill him and prevent him from admitting defeat.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

Lin Zhixuan looked at Lin Daogong, bowed slightly, and apologized, saying, "Your grandson is incompetent."

Lin Daogong hadn't expected Lin Zhixuan to lose. His eyes were filled with complex emotions and a sense of desolation. When he apologized to Lin Zhixuan, his eyes were bitter as he said:

"Your Dao Heart wasn't damaged in your first defeat, was it?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhixuan raised his head, his eyes remaining calm, and said, "No, although it's my first defeat, losing to the Dao Source Immortal Seal isn't entirely unjust. However, once I condense the Chaos Law, I will definitely be able to catch up!"

If the ultimate realm of the True Immortal Realm is the Nine Flowers Nine Sequences Immortal Seal, then the ultimate realm of the Immortal Lord Realm is the Chaos Law!

The Principle mastered by the Immortal Lord Realm are condensed from the Great Dao Origin. The Nine Flowers Nine Sequences Immortal Seal can give rise to Myriad Daos in the world, thus enabling one to master the fundamental Principle of Myriad Dao Origin.

But the true Principle killing enemies requires only one method, only one move!

Therefore, Principle merging and mutation of Principle are the watershed between the strength of the Immortal Lord Realm.

Like the Black Veiled Demoness Heiji, whose previous Eternal Night Law and Supreme Darkness Law were composed of the Principle of Time and Space and space, the Earth Dao Origin, and the Origin Dark Dao, surpassing the Law Power. Its strength even exceeded the Five Dao Source Principle other than the Spacetime Origin, as well as the Form Control Origin Law.

Moreover, his mastery of the law is quite high, reaching the Origin Realm Seventh Level, the same as the level of the Mutated Law mastered by Lin Zhixuan.

In this state where all the Mutated Law are at the seventh level, only Su Muqing's seventh-level Time Origin Law can resist and suppress them. However, Su Muqing's Primordial Spirit is inferior to theirs, and the opponent can choose to attack from the Primordial Spirit level first, just like the Nightmare ability of that Demon Prodigies before, which can create an opportunity to kill Su Muqing.

As for the Chaos Law, it is the strongest Principle in legend, which integrates Myriad Daos of the world.

It can suppress time, space, the Nine Orders, and all other Principle that change or merge!

Hearing Lin Zhixuan's words, Lin Daogong felt a little more comforted in his sorrowful heart. Although they had lost this battle, at least Su Muqing and Lin Zhixuan were not dead. These two top Human Race Heavenly Prodigy still alive and could both step into the realm of Half-step Emperor Lord in the Future. As for whether they could become emperors, that would depend on other fortuitous opportunity.

Such Heavenly Talent only grants a glimpse into the threshold of Great Emperor, while countless peerless Heavenly Prodigy in the world cannot even reach that threshold.

"It's good that my Dao Heart wasn't damaged, and it's good that I survived."

Lin Daogong offered a bittersweet consolation.

Lin Zhixuan nodded slightly. His Dao Heart was extremely strong, reaching the third realm of Eternity, Nine-Ring Dao Heart, so it would not be easily damaged.

Although he was filled with regret over this defeat, he knew that for the sake of the bigger picture, his own survival was more important.

"My lords, we have been defeated this time, but as long as we are alive, there is still hope. We will come back to fight again in the Future!"

Seeing the ashen faces of the crowd around him, Lin Zhixuan couldn't help but speak loudly.

He said this to encourage everyone; even he had lost, so this year's competition was bound to be a complete failure, but at least there was still Future.

However, apart from the Lin Clan members whose expressions softened, the other patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan wore grim expressions.

"Lin Zhixuan, you're not much different from that vixen, why don't you fight her to the death?!"

"That's right, everyone else risked their lives, but you didn't even ignite your Primordial Spirit, nor did you use any Divine Medicine. Is it because your Lin Clan doesn't have any? If not, I'll give them to you!"

"You've already lost, who can defeat you? Everyone was hoping you would win, but you..."

The patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan were all indignant, and they had all prepared to send their Lineage's top Heavenly Prodigy to fight to the death.

However, the three Demons who appeared earlier were far too weak compared to their Heavenly Prodigy. They were instantly annihilated upon entering the fray, unable to even harm the Demon Prodigies. They were simply throwing their lives away, which is why there was no sound from them.

If they had the chance to fight to the death, they would definitely whip their Heavenly Prodigy and fight them to the bitter end!

Even if it means the destruction of one's Primordial Spirit, it is worth it!

Before they arrived, they used a domain artifact to preserve a trace of the primordial spirit of the clan's prodigy, allowing him to be reborn into the clan. He would be honored as a meritorious member of the clan, and his parents' status would be elevated, with him receiving great support in the next life.

Hearing the angry shouts and questions, Lin Zhixuan frowned slightly, while the Lin Clan members turned pale. They then looked Past in shock and anger, glaring at the patriarchs of the Aristocratic Clan with a sense of shared hatred.

Lin Daogong's expression changed slightly. He knew all too well that Lin Zhixuan's failure to burn his Primordial Spirit meant he hadn't truly "tried his best." But he also knew that if Lin Zhixuan had burned his Primordial Spirit, it would only be a gamble on the demoness's self-preservation of her foundation, giving him a slim chance of winning.

However, the demoness was willing to burn her Primordial Spirit power first in order to kill Lin Zhixuan, which shows that even if Lin Zhixuan exhausted everything, he might not be able to win.

Before he could explain, Lin Zhixuan spoke, his face grim and his voice icy:

"Burning Primordial Spirit and consuming Divine Medicine —you all make it sound so easy!"

"If I burn my Primordial Spirit, won't the opponent also burn their Primordial Spirit? Doesn't the opponent have any Demon Medicine?"

He glared coldly, showing no fear or courtesy whatsoever towards these patriarchs of powerful Aristocratic Clan at the Immortal King Realm, and said:

"If you're truly angry, you should strive to raise your own children to be pillars of society, instead of blaming me for not trying my best!"

"You!"

"You've gone too far. All the resources are controlled by your Lin Clan. We might want them, but haven't you already taken all those heavenly materials and earthly treasures and Forbidden Zone?"

"Lin Zhixuan, how could you say such a thing? Even if the other party sacrifices their Primordial Spirit and takes Divine Medicine with you, you will suffer damage, and they will also suffer damage. At the very least, they won't win so easily!"

If it were the former, the patriarchs of the various Aristocratic Clan would have been angry but could have barely accepted it. However, Lin Zhixuan's reprimanding remark made them all fly into a rage, like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

"Which Sacred Land and Divine Mountain treasure hasn't your Lin Clan seized? And yet, while the Jiang Family and Su Clan have already fought to the point of burning their Primordial Spirit, you're so nonchalant, admitting defeat just like that!"

"If you protect yourself like this, how can you shoulder the responsibility of our Human Race if danger arises in the future!"

The voices of anger grew louder and louder.

Lin Daogong's expression changed slightly, realizing that Lin Zhixuan had gone too far, especially since the other side had just admitted defeat. The Human Race had suffered a crushing defeat and had no hope of winning, and their morale was low, which would only further provoke them.

"I was prioritizing the bigger picture, but in your eyes, I'm a coward?!"

Upon hearing these angry rebukes, Lin Zhixuan's expression changed, and he clenched his fists in shock and anger.

Lin Daogong's figure flickered, blocking Lin Zhixuan's way and preventing him from speaking again. He exuded the aura of Half-step Emperor Lord, enveloping the heavens and Heaven and Earth. The Emperor's Might contained within him immediately caused the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan to change their expressions slightly, looking at him with shock and anger.

"Gentlemen, Zhixuan is only trying to protect the future, not because he is afraid of death. Heavenly Prodigy like Jiang Xuming has already fallen. Are you all going to just watch Zhixuan perish as well? That would certainly be an honorable defeat, but what about the Future? What will we use to fight for the Future?"

Lin Daogong's eyes were deep, and he spoke in a heavy voice.

Upon hearing his words, the expressions of the patriarchs of the various Aristocratic Clan changed. They had expected him to be arrogant and overbearing, but this soft and tactful explanation calmed their anger considerably.

After all, the latter is Half-step Emperor Lord level expert, and the Lin Clan still has a sleeping Great Emperor. If it really comes down to force, why be so polite to them?

Moreover, thinking of Jiang Xuming's tragic death, it is heartbreaking that such Heavenly Prodigy would perish at such a young age.

For a moment, silence fell over the air once again.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man clapped his hands, almost breaking into a fight under the pressure of their desperate situation, blaming each other like dogs fighting.

He had thought these Human Race were very united after hearing those waves of orderly and encouraging shouts.

However, although he had enjoyed the show and found it amusing, he wasn't in a particularly good mood.

Neither Su Muqing nor Lin Zhixuan were able to kill them, and the previous battles showed that these two were indeed terrifyingly powerful beings who would surely become a great threat in the Future.

"They're right, Lin Clan boy. With such exceptional Heavenly Talent, how can you give up so easily? If you disregard everything, Heiji might not be willing to fight you. She might even let you have your way, after all, she is Dao Source Immortal Seal, why would she really risk her life for a kid like you?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man smiled and said, his words intended to stir up trouble.

Lin Zhixuan's eyes turned cold as he stared at him, but he remained silent.

The other Aristocratic Clan patriarchs weren't stupid either. Although the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's words struck a chord with them, it was fine for them to think that way, but for Demon to say such things made their intention to provoke trouble too obvious. Instead, they all glared angrily at the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man.

Seeing that his provocation had failed, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man raised an eyebrow, his mood worsening. He sneered and said:

"Stop staring at me. Now, who should be sent to die?"

Upon hearing his words, the anger in the eyes of the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan vanished instantly, and their faces turned grim.

Not only them, but Su Zhenyuan and Jiang Qiuyu also had gloomy expressions. Lin Zhixuan had already lost, so who else could fight?

Everything was prepared beforehand, with the intention of winning at all costs, but now... even with all-out effort, the gap in skill is there, and we're still going to lose.

Just like if you push a mortal too far, they won't be able to fly.

Silence fell over the scene. The Heavenly Prodigy of each Aristocratic Clan clenched their fists, their faces filled with humiliation and indignation. But the Black Veiled Woman in the Dao Arena was far inferior to them. Even if they launched a desperate, suicidal attack, they probably wouldn't be able to harm or threaten her.

"I never imagined this would actually happen..."

Su Zhenyuan transmitted his voice, but his tone was extremely bitter.

Jiang Qiuyu looked distressed. They had considered the possibility that Lin Zhixuan had lost, and it was extremely low, but even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, they still came up with a second strategy.

After all, as the backbone of Human Race, how could they possibly put all their eggs in one basket when making strategic plans?

However, if the second strategy is chosen, then Jiang Xuming's death... would have been in vain, utterly meaningless!

If one had to pinpoint its significance, it would probably be to let the world know that a Human Race like Jiang Xuming Heavenly Prodigy exists.

How long it will be remembered, whether its name will be passed down for a hundred or a thousand years, remains to be seen.

"Let the suicide squad fill the remaining spots."

Lin Daogong glanced at Jiang Qiuyu, a hint of apology in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

Su Zhenyuan nodded slightly, and seeing that Jiang Qiuyu remained silent, he took it as her consent.

Since victory is impossible, we can simply send someone to fill the gaps and have them killed by the Demon. This way, we can preserve the fighting strength of the other Heavenly Prodigy.

The Demon's overwhelming power forced them to abandon this first Sparring Grand Battle and send them out of the Immortal City.

After all, we can't afford to lose both our wife and our army.

As Su Zhenyuan made his decision, the middle-aged man in purple robes noticed that the human race had not made any move for a long time. He seemed to have guessed something, raised his hand and tore open the boundary, and figures were drawn out from it and arranged in a row.

These figures were bound by powerful chains, their hair disheveled, and some were covered in blood.

"Older Brother!"

"Brother Feng!"

"Lan Jin!"

Upon seeing these figures, the previously silent crowd suddenly gasped in surprise.

Despite their disheveled appearance and scarred faces, the people recognized them.

These are all Heavenly Prodigy of the Human Race from thousands of years ago, some even from ten thousand years ago. At the same time, they are also the top Prodigy in various Lineage!

Having achieved mastery in their cultivation, they went to the Border Battlefield to lead the celestial army in battle against Demon, only to become prisoners of war.

These were also the prisoners of war designated for exchange after discussions during this Sparring Grand Battle.

At this moment, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man took out all the prisoners of war and displayed them to everyone.

"These are the prisoners of war you specifically requested to be exchanged for. Winning one battle will not only grant you a Royal City in my Demon Domain, but also a Heaven Pride Battle!"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man glanced around, his eyes revealing amusement and a sneer, and said:

"Now, it seems none of you dare to step forward. It's truly disappointing. Is this all the Heavenly Prodigy of the Human Race are capable of? Are you only able to win one out of 20 battles?"

He spoke with an exaggerated expression, but every word he uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

Of the 20 battles, aside from the one Su Muqing won, it now seems she can only win one more.

Lin Zhixuan has already lost, and that Black Veiled Demoness is still in the Dao Arena. Who can win?

All that's left is to admit defeat.

They had considered the possibility of losing, but they never imagined they would suffer such a crushing defeat—nineteen to one! They couldn't believe it in their wildest dreams!

"What, are you planning to give up? These are the Heavenly Prodigy of your Human Race, the heroic soldiers who fought on your Frontier. I've brought them right to your doorstep, intending to give them to you. Don't you even have the ability to win them back?!"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's words were piercing, plunging the entire Gusu Emperor Star into a deathly silence. Countless people in the Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities clenched their fists, breathing heavily, their veins seemingly doubling in size. They were furious but speechless, left only with Anger and sorrow.

The Heavenly Prodigy warriors and prisoners of war on the frontier of Human Race were sent to their doorsteps, yet they were powerless to win them back. What an irony!

If they couldn't even exchange the Heaven Pride Battle for them, then there's no way they could get ordinary prisoners of war back; being captured meant certain death!

Despair was evident in the eyes of many. They had lived in darkness, knowing that Northern Region Demons, but they always believed that there was hope above them, that they were supported by various Lineage, and that there were hidden forces they did not know about!

But now, with Demon bullying them at their doorstep, are their once- Heavenly Prodigy warriors forced to simply surrender?

Doesn't this mean they've run out of ideas?

They felt their hopes shattered, leaving only despair and sorrow. Many had already considered leaving the Northern Region and escaping—even though it was the birthplace of many.

"How disappointing."

Seeing those pairs of eyes filled with uncontrollable rage, even bloodshot red, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's smile only grew wider and wider.

Anger is good, it's best if it gets out of control.

"Besides this Lin Clan brat, is there no one else who can take the field? Is this the number one person of your Northern Region Human Race?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man said sarcastically.

The patriarchs of each Aristocratic Clan clenched their fists, their Aura like a violent, suppressed vortex, ready to erupt at any moment.

But they were speechless, because the Northern Region truly had no more men to spare.

Su Zhenyuan, Jiang Qiuyu, Lin Daogong, and the others looked grim. They saw that among the prisoners of war were their children and former Heavenly Prodigy of their clan.

It's so close!

Can...

With his fists clenched so tightly that his bones cracked, Su Zhenyuan looked at two figures among them. They were Su Muqing and Su Wanqing's older Older Brother and sister, named Su Hanshuang and Su Wenyue respectively. Both were Heavenly Prodigy geniuses who had been sent to the Frontier, but now they were covered in wounds and bound by chains.

The other person also saw Su Zhenyuan, saw his father whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and a relieved smile appeared in their eyes.

Then, they slightly opened their mouths, though silently, unable to speak due to the constraints of the power and Principle that bound them, their mouths moved in a silent manner:

"Father, we're alright."

"Father, don't fall for his treacherous scheme."

Seeing his children's lip movements, Su Zhenyuan felt his heart pounding and bleeding, and his eyes reddened slightly.

He recalled his question to his wife in the Bright Emperor Hall: Was he a good father?

Does it count?

At that moment, he felt deeply that he was unworthy and had failed as a father!

"Children..." He gritted his teeth, feeling an urge to break the rules and snatch them back, but he knew that if this Demon dared to go to such lengths, daring to let that Heavenly Prodigy woman with the Dao Source Immortal Seal participate in the battle, then the Demon Emperor behind him must be watching this place closely and would make a move at any time.

At that time, it will be a battle at the level of the Great Emperor. The Jiang Family, the Su Clan, and the Lin Clan will all be involved. However, he is more aware that the Progenitor is asleep. If he were to be forcibly Awakening, it would cause great damage and would also give Demon the opportunity to spy on the foundation of the Human Race.

Therefore, even though his heart was churning with countless emotions, his reason still firmly prevailed, telling him what choice to make.

The choice was incredibly painful, yet reason was both terrifying and so clear!

This is the pain of being the backbone of Human Race: to be loyal to the great clan means to betray the small clan, and to be loyal to the small clan means to betray the great clan. It is impossible to have both!

Apart from Su Hanshuang and Su Wenyue, the other Heavenly Prodigy from various Lineage also took this rare opportunity to speak to their closest relatives, expressing their longing for them. Some even reassured their Lineage that they didn't need to worry or make sacrifices for them, bidding them a final farewell.

Of the twenty people, not one asked for their Lineage's help to save themselves.

This scene filled the air Gusu City with a sense of sorrow, and many people had tears in their eyes.

"Brother Han Shuang, Sister Wen Yue!"

Su Muqing, Su Wanqing, and the other women also had tears in their eyes and clenched their fists.

The older brother and sister they had looked up to since childhood appeared before them, disheveled and covered in wounds, yet wearing relieved smiles, which made them feel extremely heartbroken and in pain.

"Lin Ye Qiu."

Beside them, Lin Zhixuan and the others also looked at the Lin Clan's Heaven Pride Battle with complicated expressions.

The opponent was a highly renowned Heavenly Prodigy of the Lin Clan eight thousand years ago, second only to Lin Zhixuan in the present day. Now, however, he was riddled with holes, his prison uniform stained with blood, and chains pierced through the flesh of his hands and feet. The special materials and Principle suppressed and imprisoned the power within his body.

Lin Ye Qiu's hair was disheveled as he glanced down at the many Lin Clan Heavenly Prodigy below, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

While at the Border Pass, he heard that the Lin Clan had produced a Prodigy, a talent rarely seen even once in ten thousand years. Overjoyed, he treated the entire camp to a night of drinking, after which everyone took a Hangover-Relief Immortal Pill.

He looked at his father, Lin Daogong, whom he hadn't had a chance to say goodbye to, his face weary and pale, yet he managed a smile.

"At least there's still a chance to see you one last time, old man..."

He opened his mouth, speaking silently, and smiled, "You won't blame me for not having had a chance to be filial to you, will you?"

"Old man, you'll never have the chance to whip me again."

As he laughed, his eyes gradually reddened, and tears streamed down his face.

"Old man, your son is incompetent and cannot trouble you any further..."

"Old man, everything you said before... was right..."

As Lin Daogong gazed at Lin Ye Qiu's moving lips and saw those silent final farewells, he felt as if a knife was cutting into his heart, and his whole body ached so much that even his toes felt cold and convulsing.

That child he was most proud of, whom he always called "Old Man," was the rebellious brat...

His eyes were red and moist. He wanted to speak, but his throat felt dry, and the voice that came out was so trembling and hoarse:

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have sent you to the frontier so early. You've never disappointed me, never!"

His trembling words caused Lin Ye Qiu, whose hair was disheveled, to shudder. His moist eyes suddenly broke free, and tears streamed down his face, along with snot. He looked extremely disheveled, and no one could imagine that he had once been a peerless Heavenly Prodigy with a handsome and Unparalleled appearance.

"Father... your unfilial son..."

Lin Ye Qiu was filled with grief and no longer addressed the old man as "father," but instead called him "father."

Besides them, among the other prisoners of war were also members of the Jiang Family Heavenly Prodigy, who were also saying their final goodbyes to Jiang Qiuyu.

They were all within the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's World Domain, witnessing what was happening outside, and knew this was their final farewell.

Although they were saddened, they were also grateful, for at least they had the chance to say their final goodbyes and express the words they hadn't had a chance to say aloud.

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man turned grim upon seeing this scene. He could read lips, of course. He had brought these prisoners of war out to ask their Lineage for help and request their release, but not a single one of them did!

These damned bastards... A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes, but now was not the time to torture them to death.

"Snort!"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man suddenly raised his hand, and a surge of power swept out, many blade-like forces tearing at the prisoners of war, interrupting their farewell.

Wounds appeared on Su Hanshuang, Lin Ye Qiu, and the others, tearing their clothes into strips and soaking them in blood.

The female prisoners of war, including Su Wenyue, were in an even worse state. In addition to their injuries, their clothes had been cut off, leaving them naked under countless gazes.

"You!"

Su Zhenyuan's Qi and Blood boiled, his eyes almost spitting fire, and he instantly made his move, unleashing a surge of power.

At this moment, his reason was finally replaced by Anger, and he directly attacked the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man.

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man seemed to have expected this, and with a cold laugh, he unleashed his Aura to block Su Zhenyuan's attack.

Su Zhenyuan roared, his Half-step Emperor Lord- level aura enveloping everything. A vast power swept out, condensing into two Immortal Shield that stood guard in front of Su Hanshuang and Su Wenyue.

Taking advantage of the moment, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man unleashed a jet-black claw mark containing terrifying destructive power, tearing a chunk of flesh from the inside of Su Zhenyuan's arm.

Su Zhenyuan stepped forward, intending to attack again, but the Golden-Eyed Man beside him also released his Aura and said coldly:

"What, planning to break the rules?"

Su Zhenyuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it. Looking at his children covered by the Immortal Shield, he felt a little better.

"Ha, getting desperate already? We Demon have plenty of interrogation methods, what's this?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about further provoking Su Zhenyuan and the others.

However, observing their expressions, and seeing that Jiang Qiuyu and Lin Daogong were also about to lose control, he smiled faintly and said:

"Don't say we didn't give you a chance. We brought the person here, and you couldn't redeem them, so you can't blame us. However, I can consider giving you another chance."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a sly glint in them, revealing a hidden, chilling killing intent. "I grant those of you who have lost a chance to fight again. This Lin Clan brat is your strongest, isn't he? Even if he made a mistake just now, we can give him another opportunity!"

He smiled and said, "As long as we win, the bet still stands."

Upon hearing his words, Lin Zhixuan's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected the focus to shift to him again.

A second battle? How could that be? The outcome would be the same.

Moreover, the other side's actions—using prisoners of war to provoke them and now saying these words—clearly indicate that they want to use the opportunity of another battle to get that Heiji to kill him!

Their intentions are obvious to everyone.

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan all fell upon Lin Zhixuan, their eyes revealing Anger, yet also a complex mix of emotions.

They were indeed Anger that their opponent hadn't burned his Primordial Spirit and had easily admitted defeat, but the actions and intentions of this Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man were too obvious!

Although they were filled with grief and indignation, they were, after all, people who had lived for tens of thousands of years. How could they be completely influenced and controlled by their emotions? The other party was clearly targeting the Human Race's Heavenly Prodigy and wanted to eliminate a potential threat like Lin Zhixuan!

Therefore, this time, they did not urge Lin Zhixuan again.

They can have their own internal debates, but if the Demon want to use them for evil, then they must unite against a common enemy.

It is precisely because of this that the Northern Region Human Race has been able to persevere for so many years without being devoured by Demon.

"Since I admit defeat, I will not make another move. If you have the ability, you can send her to fight me again a thousand years from now!"

Lin Zhixuan said with a cold face.

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man sneered. A thousand years from now, there will be plans for the future. How could he allow the other party to live a thousand years from now?

"Are you so scared you're afraid to fight again?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man said calmly, "If you can win, one game will be worth ten, and you can redeem ten of them. Do you dare to fight?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the scene immediately changed.

One war to redeem ten people?

Although they knew the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's intentions, they couldn't help but be somewhat tempted.

Lin Zhixuan's face was grim. This put him in the eye of the storm. If he backed down, even if some people present could understand, could the countless ordinary immortals of the Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities understand?

He looked up at Lin Daogong. If he refused, his reputation would suffer, but if others intervened to stop him, it would demonstrate the stakes and reduce the impact on him.

However, Lin Daogong's feelings at this moment were also extremely complicated.

His most prized and beloved child was right before him; how could he possibly tell Lin Zhixuan to refuse to participate in the war?

"Father, don't let him agree, please don't let him agree..."

Lin Ye Qiu hurriedly tried to speak, but no sound came out; only his lips could be understood.

Lin Daogong felt conflicted and didn't even dare to look the other person in the eye, clenching his fists.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Does Lin Zhixuan not dare to accept the challenge?"

"One round for ten players, even if it means giving it our all, we have to go for it!"

"Is it really impossible to win, and there's absolutely no way to win?"

In the Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities, countless people grew anxious. Although they knew Lin Zhixuan was very important, those twenty captured Heavenly Prodigy were all renowned former Heavenly Prodigy. Exchanging ten of them would be enough to replace one Lin Zhixuan, wouldn't it?

Lin Zhixuan was gloomy, and he remained silent for a long time.

Beside him, the Heavenly Prodigy from the Su Clan and Jiang Family families also looked at him. Although they knew it was the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's scheme, they couldn't help but feel disappointed to see that he, the number one in his realm, lacked the courage and fighting spirit to fight back under such aggressive pressure.

Su Muqing walked up to Lin Zhixuan and whispered:

Are you really not confident?

Lin Zhixuan's heart trembled slightly. He never expected that Su Muqing, who had grown up with him since childhood, would ask such a difficult question.

His expression was somewhat grim, and he said in a low voice, "Their scheme is so obvious, can't you see it?"

Su Muqing could naturally see through it, and she whispered, "But... as long as you can win, you can rescue them all, all of them!"

Lin Zhixuan felt a deep headache coming on. His defeat, coupled with being thrust into the spotlight, made him somewhat annoyed, and his tone became impatient as he said:

"Of course I know, but can't you see that demoness's strength? To win, Non-Self then, I'd only have a 50% chance!"

Su Muqing naturally understood this, but it was precisely because she understood that she had some indescribable feelings, such as disappointment, sadness, or perhaps an unwillingness to force the other party, or to bear the other party really risking their life... But ultimately, something seemed to be slowly fading away.

"Half a hope..."

Her lips twitched slightly, but she ultimately remained silent, because she wanted to say that even a 50% chance was enough to justify giving it her all, given the immense stakes at stake.

She looked up at the many prisoners of war on the Black Warship, mainly Su Hanshuang and Su Wenyue.

Especially Sister Wen Yue, who used to hold me when I was little, often brought me food, and would hold my hand and let me play in the yard...

As she looked up, Su Wenyue also looked down and saw her former little sister. They shared the same father but not the same mother, but she was very fond of her little sister.

Seeing the look in Su Muqing's eyes, Su Wenyue shook her head slightly and said silently, "Don't be foolish. This Demon is deliberately sending you here to your deaths."

"Sister Wen Yue..."

Su Muqing's eyes flickered slightly as she gazed at the other person, her expression gradually becoming serious.

Finally, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said, "You said anyone who was defeated before is fine, right? Then I'll go!"

She walked past Lin Zhixuan, her face showing unwavering determination and a death-defying spirit.

Hearing Su Muqing's words, everyone was shocked. Su Zhenyuan was the first to react, and he hurriedly shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Lin Zhixuan also realized what was happening and grabbed Su Muqing's arm to pull her back, but Su Muqing broke free.

"Even if you take the Divine Medicine and burn your Primordial Spirit, you still won't be a match for her. The gap between you is too great. Don't be impulsive, okay?!"

He said, somewhat annoyed.

Su Muqing pursed her lips slightly but didn't reply, only saying, "I want to try."

Are you willing to risk your life?

Lin Zhixuan was filled with rage and shouted Anger.

This was the first time in his life that he had so Anger rebuked Su Muqing, and the first time he had felt that she was so unreasonable and immature.

Su Muqing didn't say anything more. Of course, she wasn't acting entirely on impulse, but she was indeed planning to risk her life and she felt she had a chance to win!

Only she herself knew that there was another power hidden within her, which grew stronger and stronger as her cultivation level increased, and she gradually began to feel that power more and more.

However, she dared not touch that power.

She didn't know what was going to happen, but she had a hunch that once that power was unleashed, perhaps... she would die!

From childhood to adulthood, her intuition has helped her turn misfortune into good fortune and overcome many hardships; she has great faith in that feeling.

But now... she felt she should give it a try. Even if she died, if she could bring back Sister Wen Yue, bring back many prisoners of war, and kill one of the enemy's super Prodigy with the Dao Source Immortal Seal, and then kill the other Prodigy as well, the morale of the Human Race would surely soar, and the morale of the Demon Domain would definitely suffer a blow... With so many benefits, why not exchange her life for them?!

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Su Muqing's words, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes flickered, and he smiled calmly:

"You're welcome to come, of course."

Although his main target was Lin Zhixuan, this Lin Clan brat seemed determined not to fight, and all his provocations were useless. Now, he decided to settle for second best and kill Su Muqing if possible.

"Muqing!"

Su Zhenyuan's figure blurred as he stood in front of Su Muqing, exclaiming in shock and anger:

"What nonsense are you spouting? You're far inferior to Zhixuan. Even if he burned his Primordial Spirit, he might not be able to defeat you, let alone you!"

Lin Zhixuan rushed up to Su Muqing at this moment. Seeing that she hadn't listened to him, he felt a surge of anger and said:

"Listen to your uncle and get out of here immediately."

Su Muqing looked up at her father and said, "Father, I'm confident I can go into battle. I still have trump cards up my sleeve, and I'm certain that once I use them, I can win this battle!"

She spoke with utmost seriousness and certainty.

Su Zhenyuan was stunned.

He understood Su Muqing; she wouldn't act impulsively to the point of losing her mind. This meant it was indeed possible that she had other cards up her sleeve that he didn't know about.

However, if such a trump card truly existed, it should have been used earlier, unless it came at a great cost.

What is the price?

He asked intently.

Su Muqing glanced at him but did not answer.

Su Zhenyuan's heart jolted violently; he now understood the price his opponent was willing to pay. Was this... a sacrifice of himself to secure victory in this Sparring Grand Battle?

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and he felt a tightness in his chest, unable to speak for a moment.

His damned rationality instantly conjured up a whole host of thoughts, including how much benefit Su Muqing would bring to the Human Race if she were to win, but... the downside would be losing Su Muqing!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening. As a father, even with the cultivation of Half-step Emperor Lord, he was at a loss for what to do at this moment.

If I refuse... but those Su Hanshuang and Su Wenyue are also my children!

The imposing figure of this pillar of Human Race trembled slightly, as if standing in the frost of winter.

Beside him, Lin Zhixuan was also stunned, staring at Su Muqing's calm yet resolute face, and suddenly fell silent.

Having grown up together, he knew the other person's character; the other person wasn't lying.

But...

He stood there, shrouded in shadow, his expression obscured, and he made no response.

Su Muqing looked at the two men who stood in her way before her death, both frozen in place like stone statues. She glanced at her father, looking at his face, which was filled with complex emotions and grief, and her eyes softened.

Although her father's reaction provided an answer, she didn't blame him.

Her gaze swept over the young man beside her, and seeing his downcast face, which seemed to avoid her gaze, she understood his answer.

A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Father, I am so happy to be your daughter. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can be reborn into the Su Clan again."

Su Muqing Whispers, walked past Su Zhenyuan's burly figure, and headed forward.

She continued speaking softly, "Brother Zhixuan, thank you for your companionship since childhood. I cherish all the flowers you gave me. My courtyard is called Immortal's Abode Courtyard, named after your name. You should understand my feelings..."

Lin Zhixuan's body trembled slightly, as if he had been shaken.

"Trust me, I will bring them all back!"

Su Muqing looked up, a smile appearing on her face, and her gaze gradually hardening into Bedrock resolve.

Her slender, petite figure passed by the two men who had sheltered her from the wind and rain since childhood, and walked towards the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena from Fifty Thousand Years.

It carries a sense of resolute determination, along with a desolate, lonely, and tragic grandeur.

But soon, she stopped in her tracks.

To her astonishment, she saw a figure walk ahead of her, step onto the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, and stand within Dao Arena.

It was... Li Hao.

The other party did not try to pull her or stop her again, but instead entered the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena before her.

Then, the young man's voice, calm yet revealing an undeniable composure, slowly emanated from the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena:

"I'll take on this battle."

The words were the same as before, but with an unprecedented calmness and resolve.

Not only was Su Muqing stunned, but everyone else was also dumbfounded. Su Zhenyuan, Lin Zhixuan, including Jiang Qiuyu, Lin Daogong, and the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan, all stared in astonishment at the young man in the Dao Arena.

Facing the Black Veiled Demoness who defeated Lin Zhixuan, who would dare to go into battle and court death?

If it were Su Muqing, she might have a sliver of a chance, even at any cost, but... who is this person?

"Are you crazy?!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Su Muqing suddenly realized what was happening and rushed towards the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, uttering the words that Lin Zhixuan had subconsciously said when he tried to stop her.

On the other side, Su Wanqing also realized what was happening and rushed to the edge of the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, anxiously saying:

"Haotian, come out now, or you'll die!"

Her words reached the ears of Su Muqing, who was passing by, and the latter trembled slightly.

Soon, Su Muqing rushed into the Dao Arena and came to Li Hao's side.

"Get out of here!"

Su Muqing grabbed Li Hao's arm, scolded him angrily, and tried to throw him away.

However, a surge of Immortal Power prevented her from shaking Li Hao's body.

Su Muqing was taken aback and paused for a moment.

Then she saw Li Hao turn his head, and the boy's eyes, which she had once loathed and despised, fell on her face.

There was calmness in those eyes, and deep-seated emotions, but no lust or greed.

For the first time, Su Muqing noticed that the boy's eyes were so beautiful and exceptionally captivating.

How could I have ever thought my eyes were ugly before?

Such a thought crossed her mind, but it vanished in an instant; the situation at hand did not allow her to dwell on it.

However, before she could speak again, the words caught in her throat.

Because the boy exuded a powerful and majestic aura, as if a terrifying Immortal Power was constantly gushing out from the Abyss the ocean.

As this Immortal Power was released, an Immortal Seal emerged from the deep sea...

It gradually emerged from the flesh and blood on the boy's forehead.

One after another, Origin phenomena appeared: time, space, form, control, the Five Daos... the Nine Sequence Origin...

However, that Immortal Seal did not have the exquisite nine Origin flowers; instead, it was a unified whole, with the Nine Orders returning to one.

That is the Dao Source Immortal Seal!!!

At that moment, Su Muqing was stunned.

Her hand, which was gripping Li Hao's arm, froze in place. Her red lips parted slightly, and the girl's face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

In the distance, Su Zhenyuan, who had just realized what was happening and was about to take Li Hao out of the Dao Arena, also stopped, a look of shock appearing in his eyes.

Apart from him, everyone else also saw the dazzling light emanating from the boy's forehead, which blazed ever brighter, Unparalleled, as if illuminating the entire Heaven and Earth of Gusu City.

Countless gazes were stunned and bewildered.