Myriad Demon Domain! Upheaval in the East Sea, a Complex Situation!
There was no mercy, no prisoners.
This is not just about revenge, but also a struggle for the survival space of a race.
Human Race have occupied this continent for far too long, possessing the best Spirit Vein and the most resources, and have even wiped out countless Demon Race bloodlines.
Ten thousand years ago, they launched a war to exterminate demons.
They decimated the Demon Race's bloodline, leaving no demon lords in the world on the continent.
Now, the Demon Race is going to take all of this back with interest!
In just a few days.
The four protectorates of Ming Province have all fallen.
Hundreds of mortal cities were reduced to ruins, tens of millions of mortals became food for the dead, and hundreds of cultivation Lineage and four Golden Core sects were uprooted, their lineages severed...
Throughout Ming Province, the chanting of sutras by cultivators could no longer be heard; only the roars of beasts echoed among the mountains and ruins.
Cloud Sword Mountain Range, Purple Firmament Peak.
Today, this place is no longer called Cloud Sword Mountain Range; the Demon General renamed it: Myriad Demon Mountain!
Furthermore, the entire Ming Province was renamed: The Myriad Demon Domain!
Purple Firmament Peak is the Myriad Demon Ancestral Court Demon Race on the Profound Spirit Continent!
Shi Jian stood atop the peak, his massive bear body bathed in lightning. White Crane stood beside him, the man and the bear overlooking this vast territory.
The dense Blood Qi and Yao Qi mingled together, forming a thick layer of crimson clouds above Ming Province that lingered for a long time.
This once prosperous continent, under the rule of the Supreme Purity Sect, has now been completely transformed into a demon realm...
"Brother Shi, Ming Province has been captured."
The White Crane took a deep breath, feeling the wild aura unique to the Demon Race in the world, its eyes filled with joy.
"The thirty-six tribes, the five lineages of the bear clan, the Azure Ape Line, and the aquatic creatures of the near seas have all occupied the Spirit Vein in various places, where they have multiplied and thrived."
"This is just the first step."
Shi Jian's voice was deep, his Dark Gold eyes gazing towards the distant east.
There, the chaotic battle among the Nascent Soul stage monsters continued, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was in complete disarray, even due to the actions of Shi Jian and the others.
This has completely changed the nature of this war!
Originally, it was an internal conflict among Human Race that led to the destruction of the Liang Kingdom.
But with Shi Jian and his gang of troublemakers getting involved, it completely escalated into a racial conflict between humans and demons...
"Human Race have dominated the Profound Spirit Continent for tens of thousands of years; their foundation is too deep."
"Ming Province alone cannot satisfy the appetite of the Demon Race, nor can it shake the foundation of the Human Race. The West Sea Flood Dragon must have seen through the situation."
"Now is the perfect opportunity to completely destroy the foundation of the Clear Azure Kingdom!"
"This war must continue to burn."
"In a few more days, after we have completely wiped out the remaining Human Race clinging to life in the demon realm, it will be time for our race to launch this expedition."
"Brother Shi, you truly have mastered the art of strategy!" White Crane laughed heartily, a hint of delight flashing in his eyes, and he felt even more affectionate towards Shi Jian.
Upon hearing this, Shi Jian looked towards the distant sky and said disdainfully, "From now on, we'll sit on this Myriad Demon Mountain and see how the Human Race ends up."
"Will the fighting continue, or will something new happen...?"
Shi Jian secretly weighed the situation in his mind. Now the trend was set and the Demon Realm had been established.
On the chessboard of the Profound Spirit Continent, a black chess piece belonging to the Demon Race was finally placed.
This single piece will completely overturn the entire grand scheme of things. When the Human Race Nascent Soul look back, they will inevitably face a mess they cannot handle.
On the shores of the East Sea, blood stained the sky red.
Within the void-sealed area, after several days of bloody battle, they finally reached the point of exhaustion.
Grand Purity Sect True Lord Zhaohuo lost an arm, his face was deathly pale, and the Bagua Pill Furnace beneath his feet was covered in cracks, the alchemical fire dim.
"Supreme Purity Sect, Eight-Tentacled Demon Race!"
"Very well, I, Grand Purity, will remember this grudge!"
True Lord Zhaohuo bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
The Essence Blood fell into the Pill Furnace, and suddenly exploded into a dazzling ball of blood-red flames, which forcibly burned through True Lord Yuanshang's [Thread of Sky] seal.
True Lord Zhaohuo transformed into a streak of blood, disappearing into the void without looking back, fleeing in panic.
He dared not stay any longer, fearing that he too would perish here.
With Zhaohuo's escape, the pressure fell entirely on the shoulders of True Lord Hao Ran and Nether Passage.
True Lord Hao Ran's earthen yellow Daoist robe was ripped, his physical body was withered, and his Immortal Foundation [Vast and Broad Earth] had been almost completely destroyed.
The True Lord Nether Passage fared even worse; half of his body was corroded into bones, and only a bare banner pole remained.
"Hao Ran, we lost."
True Lord Nether Passage's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with death.
"The foundation of the Liang Kingdom has been destroyed in an instant." True Lord Hao Ran looked up at the sky and laughed bitterly.
Ahead, the bald old man-like Eight-Tentacled Demon King was also panting heavily, five of his eight tentacles were broken and were difficult to restore.
Beside him, the dark red Demon King's aura vanished, its enormous corpse floating on the sea, burned to a crisp by the backlash of its own blue sun.
The Eight-Tentacled Clan also lost a Nascent Soul Middle Stage!
"Kill them!" the bald old man roared.
True Lord Yuanshang's face was deathly pale, and there was a gaping hole in his chest.
He forced himself to wave his folding fan, and his Immortal Foundation [Thread of Sky] once again exerted its power, creating crisscrossing spatial rifts that cut off True Lord Hao Ran's retreat.
True Lord Tongming manipulated the cloud-like blades, which were all-pervasive and relentlessly slicing through True Lord Nether Passage's mangled body, extinguishing his life force.
Let's hit the road together!
A hint of madness flashed in True Lord Hao Ran's eyes. He grabbed True Lord Nether Passage, and the remaining nascent Nascent Soul essence in their bodies instantly reversed.
An aura of destruction erupted suddenly.
Two Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators simultaneously self-destructed.
A blinding white light instantly engulfed an area of tens of thousands of miles, the seawater evaporated instantly, and the seabed veins were completely severed.
The light faded.
Hao Ran and Nether Passage's remains were never found; with this, all three patriarchs of the Liang Kingdom had perished.
The bald old man coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his remaining three tentacles exploded, and his aura plummeted to rock bottom.
He stared intently at Yuanshang and Tongming in the distance, who had also been thrown back by the shockwave, his eyes filled with apprehension. Finally, he let out a cold snort and dragged his mangled body into the deep sea.
True Lord Yuanshang crashed heavily onto the sea, his folding fan slipping from his hand. He coughed up three mouthfuls of blood, barely breathing and on the verge of death.
With his remaining hand, True Lord Tongming grasped Yuanshang, and the swirling clouds enveloped him.
"Let's go! We'll return to our sect first!"
True Lord Tongming's voice was urgent; he too was severely injured and could not continue.
The battle in the East Sea ended in an extremely tragic manner. Grand Purity Zhaoyang fled, the patriarchs of the three major sects of the Liang Kingdom were all wiped out, a king of the Sea Race fell, Supreme Purity Yuanshang and Tongming were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
The battle situations on all four sides are different, and they can only be considered roughly equal.
Apart from the three major factions of the Liang Kingdom, there were no winners, but no one lost either.
In the heart of the Clear Blue Kingdom, high above the heavens.
True Lord Purple Yang gasped for breath, the light of the Purple Gold Cauldron dimmed, and he stared intently at Ao Qin in front of him. After fighting for several days, he finally realized that something was wrong.
Ao Qin and the other two Flood Dragon had no intention of fighting to the death.
They did not seek to kill the enemy, but only to trap them.
Every time Purple Yang tried to break through, Ao Qin would use [Boundless Sea] to hold him back. As soon as Purple Yang used his trump card, Ao Qin would immediately retreat.
"Ao Qin! What exactly do you want to do!"
True Lord Purple Yang roared angrily, his rage already uncontrollable.
Ao Qin transformed into a dragon-man, his Dark Gold dragon scales bearing several sword marks, yet he laughed heartily, even sarcastically remarking:
"Purple Yang, you brat, haven't you figured it out yet?"
Ao Qin pointed into the distance. The heartland of the Clear Blue Kingdom was riddled with holes, countless Spirit Vein were severed, and cities had been reduced to ruins.
"I said I'd charge interest."
Ao Qin's vertical pupils flashed with cunning. "Your Human Race Nascent Soul fought until their brains splattered in the East Sea and within the territory of the Liang Kingdom."
"I'm holding you back to sever the foundation of your Supreme Purity Sect."
"Also, buy some time for that newly crowned Demon King."
True Lord Purple Yang's face turned ashen.
He abruptly turned his head, looking towards Abundant Prefecture in the south...
In the direction of Abundant Prefecture, the auras of True Lord Purple Smoke and the other three were also firmly suppressed by the four Flood Dragon. The Sea Race was playing a game of tai chi!
With seven Nascent Soul, they forcefully pinned down the six Nascent Soul of the Supreme Purity Sect within the territory of the Clear Blue Kingdom, preventing them from freeing up their forces.
"Could it be that your Sea Race is in league with that newly crowned Demon King?"
True Lord Purple Yang gritted his teeth and questioned him sharply.
"The Demon Race is of one blood, so how can you say they're colluding? Destroying your Human Race is only right and proper, especially since Xuanling has been a demon land since ancient times."
"You are the invaders!"
Ao Qin sneered, "Purple Yang, the battle in the East Sea should be over by now. I just don't know if you want to continue fighting."
True Lord Purple Yang's heart sank; the situation in the East Sea was complex.
The Sea Race, the three factions of the Liang Kingdom, Grand Purity, and Supreme Purity —these four forces are intertwined. Whoever wins in the East Sea will have the opportunity to influence the war situation within the Liang Kingdom.
But now, it looks like Donghai will have to draw...
The outcome remains a 50/50 chance.