Ao Qing's enormous dragon body sped through the void.
Its injuries were so severe that it dared not exert too much force.
Its escape speed was much slower than usual.
His expression was one of unusual surprise, tinged with a strange excitement.
variable!
The changing fortunes of the Western Continent have both positive and negative aspects for it.
The problem is that it could potentially affect one's own plans.
Fortunately...
"The existence of variables indicates that there were oversights in this game."
"This shows that even you have times when you are powerless!"
Ao Qing's gaze seemed to pierce through the void.
Looking towards some distant place.
There was no fear in his dark gold vertical pupils, only an uncertain expectation and madness for the future.
For ten thousand years, the Prefecture-Breaking War has been fought eight times.
They slaughtered all living beings in the world.
Boundless karmic power is bestowed upon me.
Although he felt no fear, he firmly believed that he would have the power to break the deadlock on the day he transformed into a dragon.
But ultimately, they hope to have a better chance of winning.
Now, with three unexpected changes in the Western Continent, their chances of winning have actually increased.
In this ninth battle, it should fight with overwhelming force, giving it its all.
Amidst this upheaval and bloodshed, seize a slim chance to transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven.
Ao Qing Qinglong's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and he stopped thinking about it.
They flew with all their might toward the border between the two prefectures.
It will arrive at the demon army's gathering place without delay.
Humans' Void Return are mostly useless due to severe injuries.
It can also go into seclusion, allowing the Suanni ) to respond from within, and the lords of many Blessed Land Dongting, Dongting Lake, and a million demon soldiers to join forces from the outside.
Taking advantage of the fact that the human race's high-ranking officials were seriously injured, they broke through the pass in one fell swoop and slaughtered everyone in the Western Prefecture!
The enormous body of the dragon flickered in the void.
Compared to its frenzied scheming, it is ruthless and insane.
Like it, Zongzheng Lie, who was on his way back to Jingxi Prefecture, seemed much more surprised and suspicious.
The sudden change in fortune left him in a state of confusion, unsure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
With the Zong Household fallen to such a state, their control over the destiny of the Western Continent has become extremely weak.
Now, in this chaotic era, a new source of fortune has suddenly emerged.
It's hard not to overthink this.
This sign is very likely a premonition.
This foreshadows a dramatic change in the Western Continent.
"Who exactly are these people who have gathered this strange fortune?"
"What impact will this have on me, Ao Qing, or even them...?"
Zongzheng Lie couldn't understand it, and his anxiety grew even stronger.
His body kept moving.
His injuries were severe, and he only wanted to get back to Jingxi Prefecture as soon as possible.
Eighty percent of the human race's high-ranking Void Return were seriously injured in this battle, and the few Void Return remaining in the capital would likely be unable to withstand the Suanni.
He must hurry back to heal his wounds.
Otherwise, this change in the situation could be extremely detrimental to him.
The speed needs to be increased again.
No one could have imagined that the Prefecture-Breaking War had only just begun, and the demon army had not even fully assembled yet.
The high-level combat capabilities of both camps were almost completely wiped out.
On the Demon Manor's side, only the Suanni, a powerful demon at the Void Return stage, remained to hold the line.
On the human side, there are still two or three people who have Void Return intact.
With such combat power, they couldn't possibly influence the entire Prefecture-Breaking War.
This battle truly depends on the men under your command!
As the demon army swarmed in, the Jingxi Prefecture was even busier.
Zongzheng Lie had made arrangements before he left.
With the Demon Manor now in turmoil, Jingxi Prefecture is simultaneously preparing for war.
Throughout the entire prefecture, numerous powerful Lineage and sects dispatched their strongest cultivators to occupy the three major fortified walls.
Qingchuan Commandery, Liu Household Ancestral Hall.
"All disciples of the clan at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage or above, step forward!"
The elderly Liu clan patriarch leaned on a cane, his voice hoarse but firm.
In front of the ancestral hall, a dozen or so young clansmen stood tall, their expressions tense and resolute.
The Liu clan patriarch tremblingly took out a faded, ancient Lineage shield from his robes and handed it to the leading youth.
"Fourth brother, take it."
" The Liu Household has reached its seventh generation with you... I don't ask you to slay demons and achieve great feats, I only ask that you... return alive."
The young man took the heavy ancient shield, his eyes slightly red.
He remained silent and clasped his hands in a deep fist salute.
He knew that this departure might be his last.
Ten deaths with no chance of survival; this is the destruction of the mansion.
Suppressing the tremor in his heart, he took the lead, turned around, and leaped onto the Lineage's only old-fashioned flying boat, which was no more than a hundred meters long.
Below the ship's railing, the mother, wife, and children tearfully saw them off.
He dared not turn around, his gaze fixed fixed on the increasingly dense, demonic clouds on the western horizon.
This scene was both tragic and moving, yet also ordinary and commonplace.
This is happening all over Western Continent right now.
Emerald Mist Valley, the mountain gate of the Hidden Light Sword Sect.
The leader of the Hidden Light Sword Sect, a stunningly beautiful female cultivator in white, stood atop the stone steps of the mountain gate.
Behind her, the Sword Qi of over a hundred disciples formed a continuous, imposing forest.
Looking at the many young faces below.
A hint of reluctance and tenderness appeared on Chen Yanzhou's usually cold and stern face.
After this departure, it is unknown how many disciples will be able to return.
But she knew that if she didn't go, the number of survivors would become even smaller.
Take a deep breath and speak out loud.
"I will go forth without regret, sword in hand, to defend my Western Continent!"
"My disciples, let us advance without fear and follow me to slay the demon!"
"When we achieve our goal, we will hold a banquet inside our gate!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze swept over everyone.
Ultimately, the answer fell upon a sword-wielding elder with white hair and beard, whose aura was slightly aged.
"Senior Brother Su, I'll leave the sect to you."
If I could come back... I would come to see you again.
Elder Su's long, white beard trembled, and the light in his eyes grew increasingly cloudy.
In his youth, he fought a bloody battle at the pass, sustaining hidden injuries.
My cultivation will be difficult to advance in this life, and I will ultimately be left behind.
Looking at the sect leader's junior sister before him, whom he had once admired and protected for half his life.
A thousand words can only be expressed in a deep bow.
"Sect Leader... take care. This old man will guard the mountain gate and await your triumphant return."
The female sect leader in white nodded slightly and said no more.
With a single sword gesture, he led his troops soaring into the sky.
It transformed into a dazzling sword light, merging into the vast array of boats heading towards the pass.
Inside the mansion, above the sky.
Ancient flying boats, some hundreds or even thousands of meters long, roared and tore through the clouds.
It slowly rose from various parts of the prefecture.
This is the standard-issue ritual boat of the three main walls of the Pacify the West Prince's Palace.
It is also the treasure ship that guards the clans of major Aristocratic Clan and sects.
As the flying boat passed by, a tapestry of spiritual light shimmered.
It cast long shadows on the ground.
On the ground, countless Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators either rode Law Artifact, rode spirit beasts, or formed military formations.
Like countless tiny streams, they converge to form rivers and seas.
They flocked to the three major passes from all directions.
Further away, in the cities of ordinary people, the government had already posted notices to organize the relocation.
The cries of children, the sighs of the elderly.
The clamor of conscripting able-bodied men weaves together a picture of life in a chaotic world.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of rust, medicinal pills, and burning.
The outbreak of the Prefecture-Breaking War was never fortuitous opportunity for Jingxi Prefecture.
The danger of this battle is beyond imagination.
Especially the battle to defend the pass, which served as the first line of defense against a million demon troops.
The construction of the three major fortifications will expose us to enemies ten times our size.
Breaking through the barrier is a certainty.
All the cultivators hoped to kill as many Demon Beast as possible before breaking through the barrier.
This would prevent the Demon Race from attacking Jingxi Prefecture, thus securing a chance for the survival of their own clansmen and fellow disciples.
A dark cloud of life and death loomed over the heads of all the cultivators in Jingxi Prefecture.
With each passing day, the roars and howls of beasts outside the walls grew increasingly noisy.
The more intense the Yao Qi, the stronger it becomes.
The larger the Demon Beast figures, the more numerous they became.
Until that enormous, jet-black dragon stepped out of the void, appearing outside the three great fortresses, above the heads of the million-strong demon army...