Retreat or Advance, Death or Success

The God-Demon Battlefield, as its name suggests, is a battlefield where immortal beings clash and slaughter.

Here, marquises swarm the land, and kings are as common as dogs.

Aside from those immortal powerhouses who actively venture here with a strong heart to hone themselves through slaughter, there is also a category of mandatory conscription for battle.

Newly broken-through immortals are not within the scope of mandatory conscription, but those ancient immortal beings are forcibly conscripted to fight on the God-Demon Battlefield for a period of time every certain long epoch.

The God-Demon Battlefield can be called a meat grinder for immortals.

Here is the hell for the weak and the paradise for the strong.

For the weak, the God-Demon Battlefield is undoubtedly a place they desperately want to escape, a despairing hell filled with endless nightmares.

Here, slaughter is the theme; there is no mercy or forgiveness, only the ruthless crushing of the weak by the strong.

The weak's evasion and struggle appear so insignificant and powerless amidst the deafening collisions of divine power, like a speck of dust drifting in a gale, liable to dissipate into nothingness at any moment.

However, for the truly ambitious strong, the God-Demon Battlefield is the paradise they dream of.

Here, they can unleash their power to the fullest, challenge formidable foes, verify what they have learned, and pursue higher realms.

Every battle is an ultimate test of their will and ability, and every victory brings them closer to the throne of a Cosmic Venerable.

On this brutal battlefield, from time to time, a strong one breaks through their limits, emerges from their cocoon like a butterfly, and leaps out of the cage to become a Cosmic Venerable.

They write their own legends on this battlefield, becoming tales passed down through the ages.

Cosmic Venerable—in the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, these four words seem to carry a special magic.

Because only by becoming a Venerable can one truly obtain an eternal ticket to the Holy Land Universe.

From ordinary life to Universe Master, none can fully control their own life.

If one lives in the Original Universe, their life's root is in the Original Universe. After the Original Universe's great destruction, they can only entrust their life's root to a miniature universe.

And if a miniature universe becomes a Holy Land Universe, then theoretically, the immortals, Cosmic Venerables, Universe Masters, etc., within it can exist eternally, without so-called lifespan limits.

But this is only theoretical.

After all, the Holy Land Universe is too small—too small to bear the accumulation of so many powerhouses over the long ages.

Thus, in reality, only those at the Cosmic Venerable level can exist eternally, truly becoming members of the Holy Land Universe, watching the clouds roll and unfurl with a smile.

Immortal beings—

Unless they have overwhelming backgrounds or astonishing fortunes, very few live past ten reincarnation eras.

The God-Demon Battlefield, with its mandatory conscription at fixed intervals, is the Holy Land Universe's perfect tool for tempering powerhouses and controlling the number of immortals.

On this incomparably cruel and bloody God-Demon Battlefield, even those peak King-level immortals with astonishing combat power cannot guarantee they will return alive from every battle.

A frequent traveler by the river will eventually wet their shoes.

No matter how strong, over the long ages, one will always encounter opponents of equal or even superior caliber.

If you don't advance, you regress; if you don't become a Cosmic Venerable, the day you die in battle will surely come.

Of course, such a brutal culling on the battlefield inevitably means many geniuses or powerhouses will dimly fall before they can even bloom.

Perhaps many of them could have broken through to become Venerables.

But—the higher-ups simply don't care!

If they fall, they fall. As time passes, more geniuses and powerhouses will be born and enter the battlefield.

To the eternally existing Universe Masters of the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, time is the least valuable thing.

Some of them, in a single session of secluded cultivation, let several reincarnation eras pass by.

If a new Cosmic Venerable is born, it is certainly gratifying; if not, it doesn't matter.

In plain terms, the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe does not lack powerhouses. Many powerful Venerables at the quasi-Universe Master level are still waiting in line for a chance to become a Universe Master.

Scarce resources, complete inheritances, a brutal battlefield—this is the situation faced by immortals in the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe.

Truly, the world says gods are good, but who knows the gods have their worries.

The immortals in the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe are far less carefree than those in the Original Universe; they don't even have the right to lie flat.

It's a grind!

An absurd grind!

In the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, it is very easy for ordinary Eastern Emperor clansmen to lie flat.

Even the most common bloodline, even if one never actively cultivates and just loafs around waiting for death every day, can smoothly become a Domain Lord.

Then they can live a carefree, happy life for millions of years.

Not to mention those with superior bloodlines, who can casually reach the World Lord level and enjoy an even longer period of happiness.

With the support of an advanced cultivation civilization, their quality of life and level of enjoyment are definitely not low.

Of course, in this situation, they must inevitably face the limit of their lifespan and die when their years run out.

Towards these ordinary clansmen who will die of old age after a while and consume few resources, the higher-ups of the Holy Land Universe are quite lenient.

But—if one wants to strive and pursue eternal immortality—

That would mean facing incomparably brutal and fierce competition!

In the cramped, resource-scarce Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, the only way to advance is to madly grind against each other!

Realm Lords compete to become seeds for the Venerable level, then vie for the quotas to become Undying Spirits.

Once they become Undying, they compete for scarce resources and train in the bloody, brutal God-Demon Battlefield.

Throughout this process—

Those lacking talent—die!

Those not working hard enough—die!

Those with bad luck—still die!

The path is one's own choice; no matter how hard, you can only grit your teeth and keep walking.

Only those with extraordinary talent, relentless drive, and sufficient luck can stand out, become Universe Venerables, and enjoy eternity.

As for those lacking in talent, aptitude, or insight—unless they undergo brutal training in the bloody, corpse-strewn God-Demon war, forging ahead at the razor's edge between life and death—they will likely never have the chance to become Universe Venerables.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere, Teacher Wala deliberately chuckled.

"Relax, it's not like I'm heading to the God-Demon Battlefield right now. Although I don't plan to take on disciples, in the time I have left, I intend to teach this little fellow well, passing on all my secret arts and skills."

"With his talent, even if I fall later, the secret arts that condense my life's work won't be buried."

"Besides, I plan to have him participate in the Eastern Domain Tournament ninety years from now. If he achieves a good ranking, I'll receive rewards too, and then I'll be more confident heading to the God-Demon Battlefield."

"The Eastern Domain Tournament? Isn't that too rushed?"

The cold, stern middle-aged man said.

"Our Eastern Domain holds the tournament once every ten thousand years. Many participants have trained for thousands of years, at least several hundred, and are peerless geniuses."

"Feng Hui is certainly talented, but his training time is too short. It'll be hard for him to compete with those prodigies. Better let him join the next tournament."

Teacher Wala shook his head. "Time waits for no one. If he misses this tournament, he'll have to wait another ten thousand years. By then, he'll be older and may not stand out."

"Besides, with his talent, staying in our academy is just wasting time—a waste."

"Shallow waters can't raise true dragons. In just one year, he's already become the academy's number one. Staying longer won't do much good; it'll only bury him. Only by going to a broader world can he receive better nurturing."

"And this is the first lesson I want to teach him—to contend!"

Teacher Wala seemed lost in memory, murmuring to himself.

"The Great Dao contends at the edge; if you don't advance, you retreat; if you don't succeed, you die!"

"If I had managed to contend for that opportunity back then, I might already be a King-sealed Undying Spirit now, with hopes of becoming a Venerable..."