Upon entering the border between the Eastern Primordial Desolation and the Western Primordial Desolation, Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke immediately sensed the grave and oppressive atmosphere here.
Emperor Jun could even smell a faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
Was this the place depicted in the painting, the most brutal battlefield, like a meat grinder?
According to Emperor Jun's senses, all kinds of auras here were incredibly dense: spiritual qi, Demonic Qi, and all manner of Magical Power.
Moreover, this place could absolutely be considered fertile land, after all, it had been watered by the corpses and blood of countless living beings.
Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke both stared blankly at the vast land, and a desolate sorrow rose in their hearts.
How many living beings had lost their lives here?
Wangshu watched the two of them lost in thought and had no intention of interrupting them.
The reason she had not taken them to the camp here, instead bringing them directly to this place, was to let them experience the desolation of this land.
She wanted them to understand the cruelty of the Dao-Devil Conflict and hoped they would never show mercy when facing Demonic Cultivators.
Seeing Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke like this, she knew her goal had been achieved.
Only after a long while did Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke come back to their senses.
Seeing that both had awakened, Wangshu said, "Remember this feeling. The Dao-Devil Conflict is a battle for survival. Countless living beings have already died upon this land."
Only now did Emperor Jun realize that the Dao-Devil Conflict could not be summed up merely as a struggle among the various ancestors for Karmic Luck.
The living beings caught up in it were already fighting with everything they had to survive, or to preserve the race to which they belonged.
Compared to Emperor Jun, Eastern Lord Duke did not know about the Karmic Luck Struggle. He could only feel the tragedy within it, and he was more emotional because of it.
"Since I have come here, I, Eastern Lord Duke, will surely fight the Demonic Path Beings to the very end!"
Hearing Eastern Lord Duke's words, Wangshu nodded.
In truth, at Wangshu's realm, she had already vaguely understood that the essence of this Dao-Devil Conflict was a Karmic Luck Struggle, just like the Three Clans' Struggle for Supremacy in the past.
Back then, Progenitor Dragon, Origin Phoenix, and First Qilin had involved countless races and living beings in their struggle for the Primordial World's Karmic Luck.
However, Wangshu did not care much about such things. No matter what, the Four Ancestors had fought for a space in which they could survive.
"Now that I have brought you here, it is time for me to leave. You must walk the rest of the road yourselves."
Wangshu looked at Eastern Lord Duke and Emperor Jun as she spoke.
Emperor Jun looked at Wangshu, while Eastern Lord Duke impatiently said,
"Senior Wangshu, you..."
Eastern Lord Duke stopped there, not knowing what to say.
Senior Wangshu had already taken more than enough care of them along the way. Could they really ask her to keep looking after them?
Especially him. How many times had he fallen into danger, only for Senior Wangshu to save him?
"You have your battlefield, and I naturally have mine. We shall part ways here. You must be more careful in the future."
After saying this, Wangshu drifted away.
Emperor Jun naturally understood what Wangshu meant.
They were merely Golden Immortals, so naturally they had battles of their own.
Senior Wangshu, meanwhile, was a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Naturally, she had to shoulder the responsibilities of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and her battlefield was different from theirs.
For the Grand Luo Golden Immortals on both sides, beyond fighting, an even more important task was preventing the strong from bullying the weak.
During a great calamity, the weaker a living being was, the faster it died. In contrast, living beings with high cultivation and realms rarely perished.
Golden Immortals?
Were there any Demon Path cultivators at his current cultivation level who could rival him?
According to Senior Wangshu, even against an ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortal, he seemed capable of escaping from their hands.
After Senior Wangshu left, thought after thought flashed through Emperor Jun's mind.
Still, Wangshu's departure left Emperor Jun feeling somewhat melancholy.
Compared to Emperor Jun, Eastern Lord Duke clearly had far fewer thoughts.
"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, from now on, you and I shall fight side by side."
After watching Wangshu leave, Eastern Lord Duke looked at Emperor Jun and said this.
"Fellow Daoist is right."
Emperor Jun answered.
He had no reason to refuse. Besides, Eastern Lord Duke truly was quite good at support.
Moreover, after the Fusang Tree absorbed Eastern Lord Duke's Pure Yang Energy, it had clearly grown somewhat.
The two traveled together, flying toward the camp in the Eastern Primordial Desolation.
In this place, the camps of the eastern and western sides were easy to distinguish, so there was absolutely no danger of going to the wrong one.
Above the western camp, dark clouds churned, gloomy and unfathomable, with baleful energy soaring into the heavens.
Above the eastern camp, streams of clear light shone. Although there were also signs of war within them, they were grand and upright.
Furthermore, neither the eastern nor western camps made the slightest effort to conceal themselves. Both stood there openly.
Eastern Lord Duke and Emperor Jun would not mistake something like that.
Emperor Jun tossed aside the Golden Immortal corpse in his hand, his gaze rapidly searching the battlefield for an opponent worthy of facing him.
Very quickly, he locked onto another exceptionally savage Golden Immortal Demonic Cultivator. This Demonic Cultivator had just torn apart the enemy in his hands and devoured the Immortal Substance within that Golden Immortal's Origin Essence.
Emperor Jun did not hesitate in the slightest and charged directly toward that Golden Immortal Demonic Cultivator.
Emperor Jun had already been in the most intense region of the Dao-Devil Conflict for three hundred years.
During those three hundred years, Emperor Jun had participated in over a hundred battles. He would generally rest for two or three years before joining another, making his combat frequency quite high.
At the beginning, Emperor Jun had fought Demonic Cultivators together with Eastern Lord Duke.
Although Wangshu had said that Emperor Jun could already contend with a Grand Luo Golden Immortal for a short time, Emperor Jun had not completely believed her.
It was not until he and Eastern Lord Duke effortlessly killed a Peak Golden Immortal Demonic Cultivator in their first battle that Emperor Jun believed Wangshu's words.
For the next few battles, Emperor Jun still acted together with Eastern Lord Duke, until Eastern Lord Duke suggested that they separate.
After all, Eastern Lord Duke did not want to keep playing support. He also wanted to kill Demonic Cultivators with his own hands.
Emperor Jun did not think much about Eastern Lord Duke's proposal before agreeing.
After leaving Eastern Lord Duke, Emperor Jun became even more at home on the battlefield. He no longer needed to consider Eastern Lord Duke, allowing him to fully unleash his speed advantage and truly seize the initiative in battle.
He advanced when he wished and retreated when he wished.
Over those three hundred years, Emperor Jun had gained some renown among the Golden Immortals on both sides of the Dao-Devil Conflict. Even some Grand Luo Golden Immortals had heard his name.
After Emperor Jun killed his target once more, he suddenly sensed danger.
Without any hesitation, he immediately used the Rainbow Transformation Art and fled a great distance.
Then he looked toward where he had originally stood and saw a Demon Path cultivator clad in black armor standing there.
The Demon Path cultivator slowly withdrew the weapon he had thrust forward, and the place he had stabbed was exactly where Emperor Jun's head had been moments ago.
"As expected of the Emperor Jun whose name has reached my ears. What keen senses."
Emperor Jun and the Demon Path cultivator stood facing one another from afar in the sky. Emperor Jun said nothing, his gaze icy and his expression solemn.
Information about the Demon Path cultivator before him raced through his mind.
Peak Golden Immortal cultivation?
No, that was not right!
His cultivation realm seemed similar to Emperor Jun's own. He was only a tiny step away from becoming a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
Even as Emperor Jun was startled, joy rose in his heart.
At last, he had found an evenly matched opponent.
One of Emperor Jun's purposes in coming here was to observe all kinds of paths and prepare for breaking through to the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.
However, he currently had no chance to come into contact with cultivators at the Grand Luo Golden Immortal level, while the paths of Golden Immortals could only offer him limited reference.
The Demon Path cultivator did not care about Emperor Jun's expression and instead continued speaking.
He believed that the Demonic Cultivator before him would surely give him a different kind of experience.
Looking again at Wutian's armor, every piece of it was an Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Even more importantly, the Long Halberd in Wutian's hand felt to Emperor Jun like at least a Superior Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Moreover, Emperor Jun sensed that this Innate Spiritual Treasure seemed not yet fully nurtured.
"I am Wutian. To die beneath my Long Halberd will not dishonor your name, Emperor Jun," Wutian said arrogantly.
Wutian?
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