Another Upheaval on the Gods and Devils Battlefield

The Upper Realm, the ancestral land of the Dragon Race.

Bai Nianchou tossed the crimson-gold halberd, stained with Sha Qi and blood, to a nearby clansman and strode into the tent.

Several elders were sitting inside the tent; they were the clan elders guarding the rear. Now, the Gods and Devils Battlefield was once again in crisis, and all five dragon Dragon Race had gathered here.

The elders of the clan were very familiar with the battlefield and the High Antiquity Devil Race that were sealed away, so they were left behind to guard the rear, while the rest of the able-bodied men had been thrown into the battlefield.

The White Dragon Tribe, which has seen the most growth in recent years, has become the main force in this defensive battle. Led by its young master, Bai Nianchou, they have clearly overshadowed the other Dragon Race and beheaded countless Devil Race.

Upon seeing Bai Nianchou, the elders greeted him with great courtesy, "Young Master Bai, what is the current situation on the Gods and Devils Battlefield? Can you still hold your ground?"

"The situation is alright; the seal has only cracked a few places, and for now, only a small number of low-level Devil Race have been able to emerge from the cracks. However, it would be best to find a way to repair the seal as soon as possible, otherwise, the day the seal breaks will be the day the Dragon Race faces another catastrophe."

Because Dragon Race have such long lifespans, even though Bai Nianchou is over ten thousand years old, he still looks like a young man.

He emphasized the word "again," which sounded strange to the elders. Some of them, who were prone to overthinking, even started muttering to themselves.

"As for whether we can hold out..." Bai Nianchou raised his head, a mocking expression on his handsome face, "Whether we can hold out or not, we still have to hold out, otherwise, can we send out another clansman with a special destiny to sacrifice himself for the formation?"

Several elders: It's confirmed, this kid is just being sarcastic!

The expressions of the people present were not very pleasant when the younger generation suddenly brought up the past, but they changed the subject and let the matter drop, considering that the other party was the young master of the Bai Household.

Among them, the chieftain of the Azure Dragon Clan suppressed the itch in his throat, coughed a few times, and continued to ask, "Since the situation on the Gods and Devils Battlefield is still extremely critical, what brings you back here?"

The others then realized that Bai Nianchou's retreat meant the battlefield was missing a powerful combatant.

Bai Nianchou then said, "I've come to Patriarch Qing to fulfill our agreement."

Patriarch Qing was taken aback, and then he understood Bai Nianchou's purpose.

He lowered his head slightly, his expression seemingly somewhat resistant. "The war is urgent now, you'll see that person sooner or later, why rush it?"

"Of course I'm anxious, after all, the prophecy said that the Dragon Abyss Sword would return to the Dragon Race along with his son. But so many years have passed and there's still no trace of his son. Our White Dragon Tribe has been waiting for this sword for a long time." Bai Nianchou's words were still as impolite as ever.

Upon hearing him mention the Dragon Abyss Sword, the crowd was initially excited, but then their expressions sombered as if they had remembered something.

Patriarch Qing knew that the decision the young man before him had made was one that no one could change.

He moved his lips, but finally said, "Then come with me."

Patriarch Qing led Bai Nianchou all the way to the Azure Dragon Clan's territory, where the most sturdy and inescapable cage in the world was built in the mountains near the territory.

Countless pillars emerged from the ground, each wrapped with an iron chain as thick as an adult man's wrist.

Walking deeper into this cage, there is a black pool of water emitting a chilling aura.

"What did Patriarch Qing bring me here for? Have you forgotten who I came to see?" Bai Nianchou looked around but couldn't see even half a dragon. His tone became impatient.

"Don't worry, the person you're looking for is right here." With that, Patriarch Qing tapped his chieftain's staff into the icy pool.

The once calm and still surface of the icy pool suddenly churned, and a distant, ancient sound of chains clanging rang out. A dozen chains then emerged from the pool at once.

Bai Nianchou took a few steps back, and the icy pool in front of him continued to change accordingly.

The celestial pillar, much thicker than before, slowly emerged from the pool. The black dragon that clung to the pillar, seemingly merging with it, gradually revealed its true form.

The black dragon's body was marked with chains, and because it had been submerged in the icy pool for too long, a thin layer of ice had formed on its body.

Bai Nianchou looked at this divine creation; its serene appearance resembled a stone etched into a celestial pillar.

Perhaps sensing the disturbance from the outside world, the stone-carved black dragon slowly opened its eyes. Its eyes widened, and the shards of ice on them fluttered down.

This wasn't the first time Bai Nianchou had seen Xuan Yu, but it was the first time he had seen Xuan Yu in such a disheveled state.

In Bai Nianchou's memory, although the Black Dragon Clan had been punished and banished to the Gods and Devils Battlefield after Xuan Yu's birth, Xuan Yu, as the young master, actually lived a fairly good life in the Black Dragon Clan. Moreover, Xuan Yu was very talented and willing to put in a lot of effort in cultivation.

Therefore, he is deeply cared for and loved by the other Black Dragon Clan. The newly succeeded Black Dragon Clan Chieftain even stated that his son would lead the Black Dragon Clan out of this abyss and reclaim everything that they deserve.

Bai Nianchou had witnessed Xuan Yu's most glorious moments, and now he was witnessing his most pathetic ones.

"What is it?" Xuan Yu asked impatiently, seemingly eager to return to the icy pool and continue his slumber.

Patriarch Qing didn't speak, but turned to look at Bai Nianchou.

Bai Nianchou knew exactly why he had come today, so he didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "When will your son return? Use the connection between you two to urge him back. There's likely to be a calamity on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, and we need the Dragon Abyss Sword."

The black dragon, tightly bound to the pillar, stirred slightly, but the chains tightened even further.

"He is no longer my son." Xuan Yu's tone was full of ease. "He betrayed me, and he betrayed the Black Dragon Clan. He is not my son, and he has nothing to do with me. So what if we lose the Gods and Devils Battlefield? So what if your dragon Dragon Race is about to be destroyed? It has nothing to do with my Black Dragon Clan anymore. It is the sight of you walking step by step toward destruction that makes me happier!"

A hearty laugh escaped from the black dragon's mouth, echoing throughout the dungeon as if mocking the two men's foolishness.

Bai Nianchou finally realized that he shouldn't have come looking for Xuan Yu. He was probably the person in the world, besides the Devil Race, who most wanted to see the Dragon Race wiped out.

After all, back then, he and that female demon wanted to create a child with both Devil Race and Dragon Race bloodlines to overthrow the entire dragon Dragon Race and destroy the Gods and Devils Battlefield!

A note from the author:

That's all for today, see you tomorrow!