Perhaps, if the demons were given another chance, they would not listen to His bewitching again.

Heaven and earth are their chessboard, and all living things in the world are their chess pieces.

People at different levels of understanding naturally see different problems.

Those cultivators who haven't even stepped into the path of immortality only know that alien races invade their homes, and they fight back and wage war.

Those at the immortal level witnessed the battles between the two races and calculated every detail on the battlefield.

Those at the True Immortal level saw enemies of the same realm attempting to overturn the battlefield, and they were considering the overall situation and maintaining their advantage on the battlefield.

The level of the ultimate true immortal.

Only then can we see the real game.

In the eyes of the elves, this is natural.

The land of the demons is filled with black demonic energy, which condenses in the sky above into a strange entity resembling a black hole.

The land of humans is filled with a golden, dazzling aura of fortune, and high above it hangs a magnificent sword adorned with intricate patterns, possessing unparalleled power.

Black tried to devour gold, but gold, like a sharp sword, kept tearing black apart.

The conflict between races is also a conflict of destiny.

In his eyes.

In the heart of the human realm stands the incomparably beautiful King Haotian, clad in black armor, while in the heart of the demon realm dwells the Demon Emperor, whose demonic aura soars to the heavens.

Behind them all stood an even greater and more terrifying being.

One is Him from the old era, and the other is Him from the new era.

Their struggle has become intertwined with more pieces.

Even the most powerful immortals are not invincible in the world; at least, in their games, they are merely pawns.

To transcend them, we need far too much.

Being without destiny is only the most basic requirement; other things are also needed, such as... the path of transcendence that surpasses the three thousand great paths.

He was merely a minor Ultimate True Immortal, only comparable to the Three Thousand Great Daos, while those True Immortals were all below the Great Daos.

Their chessboard is not fixed between the human and demon races; it will inevitably sweep across the entire world one day, and the elven race will inevitably be drawn into it.

All he could do was try to find the most opportune moment to exit this massive, catastrophic struggle.

Either the Elves have chosen the wrong side and will never recover, or they may even profit from the situation.

He needs to find a way to improve and consolidate the entire Elven race. The problems that arose during his previous seclusion led to the division of various races.

Under such circumstances, even with him as an ultimate immortal, he had absolutely no ability to negotiate between the two races.

There is no one of His caliber behind them.

The mighty pass of the human race...

As the first rays of bright sunlight rise from the east.

Threads of light illuminated the earth.

While many people are still dreaming.

Five figures slowly set off from the human race's formidable pass.

The demonic energy within the Demon Realm is not a simple barrier; rather, the entire realm seems different from that of other races.

On the entire continent, only the Demon Realm, the domain of the demon race, slowly produces demonic energy, not spiritual energy.

Naturally, all beings born in the Demon Realm were affected by demonic energy and became demons. Their various forces, large and small, were eventually unified by the Demon Emperor.

That's the established rule.

These are rules that have been changed by others.

That world has been changed.

The Chu Xin Bridge is already high in the sky.

He stared coldly at the demon world before him.

Xiao Hei had once taken her to explore all sorts of rules in the world, and even showed her the most fundamental and unchangeable rules of the world.

Although the rules that have been changed are profound, they are not unchangeable.

Behind Chu Xinqiao were Cheng Yao, the Undying Dragon Emperor, the Lord of the Tower, and Wudao.

The plan was already discussed yesterday.

Today's goal is to compress the demon race by 30,000 li.

The four of them waited, waiting for Chu Xinqiao to make the first move.

In Chu Xinqiao's eyes, she needed to first completely cut off 30,000 miles from the Demon Realm, including the heavens and earth, and the rules.

Only then could she eliminate the special circumstances of the Demon Realm and form part of the basic continent.

Chu Xinqiao turned to look at the group.

"I might make a big fuss later, so be prepared. Once you're ready, I'll get started."

The four looked at each other and slowly nodded.

Cheng Yao: "We're ready."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinqiao's lips curled up slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the heartland of the human race.

Look towards the direction of the Hall of the Human King.

There, she seemed to see a deity-like figure, Haotian, wielding a golden longsword.

Chu Xinqiao moved.

Her figure vanished instantly before Cheng Yao and the others.

In the blink of an eye, she ventured deep into the Demon Realm, arriving at a place 30,000 miles away.

She silently thought to herself: Wife, I'll borrow your sword.

The next moment.

Suddenly, brilliant golden light burst forth from the heart of the human realm.

Just like the golden sword that crossed two great clans a few days ago, disregarding time and distance.

A dazzling golden longsword reappeared.

It carried an incomparably intense divine might.

In the blink of an eye, they had traveled from the heart of the human realm to the demon realm where Chu Xinqiao was located.

The golden longsword is covered with beautiful and intricate patterns, giving it a unique aesthetic appeal.

It stopped right in front of Chu Xinqiao.

Chu Xinqiao couldn't help but smile, and once again thought to himself, "My wife is really amazing."

Slowly, she grasped the hilt of the sword.

The golden light flourishes.

Thirty thousand miles.

He swung his sword down.

...

From Cheng Yao's perspective, just as Chu Xinqiao was about to make a move, he suddenly disappeared from their sight. They could not sense any spatial fluctuations, or even any sharp fluctuations.

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