On the fourteenth day of the fifth month, Dao Calendar 3922, Jiang Wang fled back to Wu'an City, bringing news that the Divine Firmament World had opened.
War was already inevitable.
Yu Zhen upheld the Divine Firmament, Chai Yin abandoned his Dao to pave the way, and Yuanxi's myriad achievements had ultimately broken the Demon Race's blockade and opened up infinite possibilities.
This war was far more than merely a war between the Human Race and the Demon Race.
From antiquity to the present, the Human Race had towered over the Present World for several great eras, while the myriad heavens and worlds had crawled at its feet for several great eras. The order of things seemed eternal—but who would willingly submit forever?
In the past, the Demon Race's Heavenly Court had spanned and dominated the myriad worlds. The Human Race had raised the banner of rebellion, and the hundred races had joined in their crusade, finally shattering the Heavenly Court and overturning heaven and earth.
Now the host and guest had exchanged places. The Human Race had become the one being challenged.
This war would be anything but easy.
It could readily be foreseen—this would be the most frenzied counterattack the Human Race had faced in several great eras.
Bu Lian's final seal had merely given the Human Race thirty-three years to prepare, sparing them from facing the challenge in haste and throwing all eight directions into imbalance.
But in these thirty-three years, the myriad heavens and worlds would also sharpen their weapons and feed their horses. Gao Jie had insisted on sealing the Lost Realm for thirty-three years even in death, solely to echo the Divine Firmament. Thirty-three years from now, the Sea Race would surely emerge in full force.
How could the Human Race possibly fail to