Chapter 698 The Final Sprint
"Emperor?"
The dozen or so ancient demon quasi-emperors were all shocked and furious, and only by mobilizing the nascent imperial path within their bodies could they barely maintain their composure.
Just then, a vast chaotic aura swept out from the vortex, like a giant hand reaching out to kill the dozen or so quasi-emperors.
"Chaos Intercepting Palm!"
The dozen or so ancient demon quasi-emperors sensed this aura, their initial shock and anger turning into terror, and they realized who this emperor was.
Despite their numbers of over a dozen, Quasi-Emperors have little chance against Emperors. Only extremely exceptional top-tier Quasi-Emperors have a chance of escaping from the Emperor's grasp.
"What's the point of a dignified Immortal Emperor bullying a junior?"
Just as that power containing the aura of annihilation was about to engulf them, a wave rippled out from the void, accompanied by a thick aura of death, blocking that power.
In the void, an ancient demon emperor, his body pitch black and his eyes black and white, appeared, his eerie eyes coldly staring at the distant void vortex.
"What kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many?"
From within the vortex, the voice of the Chaos Immortal Emperor rang out, utterly cold and indifferent.
"Does the Primordial Realm also want to get involved in this mess? Don't forget that all these years, we have never interfered with the Primordial Land."
The Ancient Demon Emperor said expressionlessly.
"That's because you're afraid of the Heavenly Dao's consciousness and don't dare to go too far beyond the boundary. Besides, you can't even handle the True Realm, yet you dare to meddle in the Primordial Land. Over the years, you've secretly tried to invade the Primordial Land before."
The Chaos Immortal Emperor sneered, speaking without any politeness. He didn't give the other party a chance to talk further, shrinking the vortex and severing the boundary.
Although he was born in the primordial land, the Chaos Immortal Emperor had no good feelings towards the True Realm. However, he had many disciples, many of whom came from the True Realm, and they already had deep ties with each other.
Moreover, if the True Realm perishes, the Primordial Land will hardly become a secluded paradise.
Gazing at the disappearing vortex, the Ancient Demon Emperor remained silent. After a moment, he turned and waved his hand, saying, "Return and slaughter the Eastern Region!"
The dozen or so ancient demon quasi-emperors who survived by sheer luck were all filled with shock and indignation. They all agreed and then transformed into streaks of light and returned.
The fall of the Eastern Region spread throughout all regions and among all races.
The Ancestral Dragon Court was breached, and the divine court that had stood in the Eastern Region for countless years was now occupied by ancient demons. This sight, seen through secret techniques and projections, filled many powerful clans with a sense of melancholy and desolation.
They knew that a catastrophe was imminent and the True Realm was about to descend into chaos.
Many of the survivors from 100,000 years ago emerged from their seclusion with deep worry in their eyes, as if the tragic scene from 100,000 years ago was about to repeat itself.
Compared to the very few remaining elders, the vast majority of powerful figures from various races were shocked by the fall of the Eastern Region. They finally realized how cruel the catastrophe mentioned by their ancestors 100,000 years ago was, which completely conquered and destroyed a large region in just a few hundred years. How many great races and lives must have died?
All regions and ethnic groups, upon hearing this shocking news, began making intensive preparations to face the catastrophe.
Meanwhile, in the primordial land, on the Chaos Immortal Island.
A vortex appeared, and eight quasi-emperors descended upon it.
They had been fleeing all the way, and were still preparing to fight. Their auras had not yet been concealed. Now that they had just appeared, they had alarmed the entire Chaos Immortal Island.
"Such a powerful aura, what is that?"
"Quasi-Emperors! Eight quasi-Emperors have arrived! Could it be that the ancient demons have invaded?"
"Ancient Demon? I heard from my family that the Eastern Region is facing a catastrophe. Is that true?"
On the immortal island, many disciples looked up in surprise at the eight quasi-emperors who had appeared out of nowhere.
Compared to the four regions of the True Realm, the Primordial Land receives news from the True Realm more slowly. Many people only know about the calamity facing the Eastern Region through their families, but they do not know the specific extent of the calamity.
At this moment, the eight quasi-emperors were also looking around and quickly recognized it as Chaos Immortal Island.
After all, they were quasi-emperors, so they had naturally been to the Primordial Land. The world barrier between the Primordial Land and the True Realm could not stop them, and they could cross it with their own power.
"Come in."
At this moment, the voice of the Chaos Immortal Emperor rang out from the Chaos Emperor Palace in the center of the Immortal Island.
Gratitude appeared in the eyes of the eight quasi-emperors, and they quickly flew towards the imperial palace of the Chaos Immortal Emperor.
Upon entering the Imperial Palace, they discovered that it was actually a vast chaotic world. What appeared to be a palace was in fact a completely different realm.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor sat upright in the void, his body surrounded by the laws of chaos, exuding a terrifying aura of imperial authority.
"Greetings to the Chaos Immortal Emperor."
The eight people bowed immediately.
"The seeds of hope for the Eastern Region are in your hands?"
The Chaos Immortal Emperor asked calmly.
"Most of them are..."
The eight people exchanged glances, their eyes filled with sorrow. Having just escaped the calamity of the Eastern Region, they had been chosen to specifically protect the Fire Seed, while many other quasi-emperors had already died in battle in the Eastern Region.
If given a choice, they would be willing to fight to the death for the Eastern Region, but they must protect the flame from leaving.
"This is a portion of the flame of my Primordial Clan. I hope the Chaos Immortal Emperor will protect me. When my clan's Emperor returns, we will surely be grateful!"
A quasi-emperor with snow-white hair, his face filled with sorrow, said as he took out a sealed domain from his hand.
The realm was in his palm, like a perfectly round yet crystal-clear sphere, within which he could see the outlines of green trees and the sea, as well as countless flowing light figures gathering.
Aside from the Primordial Inheritor, nearly half of the nine prodigies known as the Nine Primordial Venerables of the Primordial Clan are inside. Each of them is a force to be reckoned with among those of the same realm, and in other major clans, they would be considered at the level of Holy Sons or Emperor Sons.
However, because his cultivation level was too shallow, only at the Immortal Lord realm, he was not chosen to be sent to the abyss to cultivate.
However, within the abyss, the previous Nine Primordial Sovereigns are already undergoing training and vying for the title of True King.
"This is the seed of my Ancestral Dragon Clan. I hope the Chaos Immortal Emperor will protect me!"
Another middle-aged quasi-emperor with crimson-gold hair said with a sorrowful expression, "I also took out a Fire Seed Domain."
Seeing this, the other quasi-emperors also took out their own fire seeds one by one. There was an agreement between the emperors before. Dao Yuan and Chaos Immortal Emperor had both agreed to help the Dragon Ancestor of the Eastern Region and the Supreme Emperor of the Primordial Clan. Dao Yuan chose to go to the Eastern Region to help, while Chaos Immortal Emperor chose to receive them.
"Is my sixth junior brother inside?"
In the void, a figure dressed in a crimson battle dress spoke softly.
Her face was revealed, stunningly beautiful, her eyes, as beautiful as crimson amber, gazing at the Ancestral Dragon Quasi-Emperor.
The Ancestral Dragon Quasi-Emperor immediately recognized her identity as Zhan Qinghuang, a Quasi-Emperor of the Zhan Clan, who was one of the top Quasi-Emperors with the potential to advance to Immortal Emperor.
"Senior Sister!"
From within that realm of fire, a voice, both excited and slightly choked with emotion, suddenly resounded.
The Ancestral Dragon Quasi-Emperor broke the seal, and a figure rushed out from inside—it was Long Qingge.
His eyes were red and moist as he threw himself into Zhan Qinghuang's arms, gritting his teeth as he said, "The Eastern Region... the Eastern Region is gone..."
Zhan Qinghuang's expression changed slightly, but she had already learned the news. The one who appeared here to meet her was only an avatar left in the Primal Land, while her true self was in her own Zhan Clan. After all, these were special times, and she had been raised by her family, so her true self had to stay in the family to guard against any possible war.
"Master has already gone to the Eastern Region. Have you seen him?"
Zhan Qinghuang gently patted Long Qingge's shoulder to straighten him up before asking softly.
"I have seen it. My master sent me a telepathic message, telling me to spare my life, but..."
Long Qingge gritted his teeth. He would rather die in battle with the Eastern Region than live a life of humiliation. After all, he had the blood of the Dragon Ancestor flowing in his veins, the most core direct bloodline.
"It's good that we survived. Master said that this time, we will never allow the ancient demons to continue the slaughter of 100,000 years ago, and we will definitely drive them out!"
Zhan Qinghuang took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.
Hearing her words, a light appeared in Long Qingge's eyes. He gritted his teeth, and after a moment, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Where is Junior Brother? Was he taken away? Is he alright?"
Seeing that he was still concerned about Li Hao, Zhan Qinghuang gently patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Haotian is deeply loved by his master, who sent him to cultivate in a deep abyss."
"Cultivating in the abyss?"
Long Qingge was stunned and looked at her in surprise.
The abyss is a forbidden place.
Zhan Qinghuang knew that he had been fighting in the Eastern Region and was unaware of the Myriad Races True King Plan, so she immediately explained it to him in detail.
"The true king? So that's how it is..."
A light shone in Long Qingge's eyes. Although he had said he wanted revenge, he didn't really have much confidence in his heart. But now that he knew that all the races were working hard for this, he suddenly felt his blood boiling. This time, the races were no longer a disorganized mess, but could be united.
"Chaos Immortal Emperor, is the True King Project still ongoing? Has a True King been selected yet?"
Beside them, the eight quasi-emperors all knew about the True King Plan. This was a top secret that only quasi-emperors were qualified to know. Otherwise, even a core member of a family like Long Qingge would not know it. After all, knowing such a thing would not benefit him. On the contrary, if it fell into the hands of the ancient demon and his soul was stolen, it would be easy for it to be leaked.
"It is still in the process of cultivation and has not yet undergone the selection of true kings, but the current true king seeds have emerged, which are basically the inheritors of great clans and the reincarnations of emperors."
Beside him, a quasi-emperor calmly spoke.
His eyes were a mixture of ice and fire, and his aura was restrained. He was a quasi-emperor disciple under the Chaos Immortal Emperor.
Upon hearing his words, the others all showed expressions of understanding. It was quite convincing that the True King, who commanded the military forces of all races, was in charge of the inheritance of those great clans.
"How long will it take to nurture them? When will we be able to gather our forces and launch a counterattack against the Ancient Demons? Are we supposed to wait until they recuperate in the Eastern Region before attacking other regions before we begin our resistance?"
The Ancestral Dragon Quasi-Emperor couldn't help but ask, his expression somewhat anxious.
"Now that the Eastern Region has fallen, it's time to select the True Kings. There's no point in delaying any longer; it'll just add a few hundred more years to the process."
The Chaos Immortal Emperor said softly, “Everyone, please rest here for now. The ancestors of all races have now been revived and are ready to join the battle at any time. This time, we will not let the ancient demons take the initiative; we will take the initiative to attack!”
Upon hearing his words, the eight quasi-emperors were taken aback, feeling a sense of relief. They were all people who had made great contributions to the various tribes in the Eastern Region and had deep feelings for the Eastern Region, and were entrusted with escorting the flame of the Eastern Region.
"It's time to assemble..."
The Chaos Immortal Emperor's eyes flashed, and his thoughts sank into a vast starry sky.
Here, the stars twinkle, and phantom figures stand in the starry sky, forming a circle. Some are phantoms of phoenixes, some are phantoms of ancestral dragons, some are swords, some are mountain peaks, and some are fluttering veils.
These phantoms exuded a terrifying aura; even the slightest tremor seemed capable of affecting the stability of the entire starry sky.
"The Eastern Region has been invaded by ancient demons. Dragon Ancestor, is the battle on your side not over yet?"
A gray misty phantom appeared, which was the projection of the Chaos Immortal Emperor in this world.
This world is the Heavenly Dao Pivot, accessible only to the Imperial Consciousness of a Celestial Emperor.
This world was created 100,000 years ago, after a cataclysmic event, to prepare for the next one. All emperors can guide their imperial consciousness to this world.
"Not yet. The ancient demon clan is entangled with me. If any of you are free, you might as well come and help me."
A deep voice rang out; it was none other than the voice of the Dragon Ancestor.
The voice came from the illusory image of the ancestral dragon, which was coiled in the void. Its light flickered, and golden light occasionally appeared on its scales.
"Is Daoyuan also entangled?"
Seeing that no one spoke, the Chaos Immortal Emperor asked.
After a long while, a voice came from a dark sword shadow: "Hmm."
Extremely brief, revealing no emotion or situation.
"Chaos, are the seeds of my Eastern Region all with you? Please take good care of them for me. I owe you a favor this time."
Seeing that no one was coming to his aid, the Dragon Ancestor did not force the issue. They had already discussed this here before, and the fall of the Eastern Region was the result of that discussion. All the Emperors who were willing to go had gone, and the rest of the Emperors were planning other things.
Even if everyone were to be present, the Eastern Region would still be destroyed, perhaps even faster, since the battlefield bearing the brunt of this catastrophe would likely crumble into dust.
"Let's not talk about that anymore. You should prepare for battle. Everyone, the time has come. All races should unite and launch a counterattack. First, we must wipe out all the ancient demons in the other three regions, and then we can take over the Eastern Region!"
"The Chaos Immortal Emperor said."
"Our imperial clan has assembled and is ready to fight at any time."
A white-haired phantom exuding an aura of majesty said coldly.
It exudes a terrifying majesty, and even among the many phantoms, it seems to be the center of attention, surrounded by stars.
He was the Heavenly Emperor who founded the Heavenly Emperor Clan.
"My clan is also in a hurry to urge the Immortals and Stars. How is your cultivation going? It's time to select the True Kings!"
Another illusory figure, like a colorful ribbon, stretched across the void, accompanied by a soft female voice that contained ancient Daoist charm, ethereal yet profound.
"Has the boundary bridge between the four regions been completed?"
An aged voice rang out, and the speaker was an unrecognizable old man with an indistinct face. Judging from the voice, it was none other than the Immortal Emperor.
Their true forms are scattered throughout the world, but their divine consciousnesses can gather together. Even when they are in the midst of battle, like the Dragon Ancestor, their divine consciousnesses can still communicate.
"It's already built, but considering the continuous teleportation, it's still being filled with top-tier immortal essence. After all, this battle is expected to last for a thousand years, and it will take another thirty years to fully stabilize it!"
An illusory figure of an old man, whose body shimmered with starlight, spoke; he was also an Emperor.
"Are the other races ready?"
A phantom figure wearing an imperial crown spoke in a deep voice, radiating a platinum-gold light; it was the Emperor of the Holy Race.
A brief silence fell over the starry sky.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor's gaze swept across the area, noticing that some major clans were not yet fully prepared. He whispered:
"Since the Four Realms Boundary Bridge also requires time, and the gathering of the armies of all races also requires time, why not agree on a date, let's set it at one hundred years? One hundred years later, the True Kings will be selected, and the Three Realms, including the Primordial Land, will be divided into ten regions, each ruled by one of the Ten True Kings, to prepare for a counterattack!"
"A hundred years is enough time for them to recuperate."
The Heavenly Emperor frowned, his expression clearly showing displeasure. He glanced at the other Emperors, who were obviously not yet ready.
"Heavenly Emperor, do not be hasty. The other ancient demon races in the Three Realms are also gathering. We do need some more time."
Another emperor spoke slowly.
"A hundred years, it's set for a hundred years!"
A voice emanated from the phantom image of a majestic mountain peak.
After considering their options, the other phantoms remained silent, tacitly agreeing to the time.
"If we divide the Three Realms plus the Primordial Land into ten regions, how should we divide them?"
An emperor slowly spoke, his gaze sweeping over the other illusory figures. He had a silver axe mark on his forehead; he was none other than the emperor of the War Clan.
"If you want to rule over the Chaos Ancient Clan of my Primordial Land, you need top-tier experts. I suggest that you divide the Three Domains into nine regions, and let my Primordial Land form its own army, so that we will not interfere with each other."
A phantom figure covered in countless vines said coldly.
He was one of the three great emperors of the Primordial True Realm, the Primordial Immortal Emperor.
The Primordial Land was also caught up in this catastrophe. As the Immortal Emperor of the Chaos Ancient Clan, although he was unwilling to participate, he knew that both Chaos and the Dao Source were involved, and it would be difficult for him to remain unaffected.
As for allying with the Ancient Demons, that's even more impossible. He's already witnessed the cruelty of the Ancient Demons. Besides, the Chaos Ancient Race is more delicious to the Ancient Demons than other races. No race can become friends with its prey.
unless,
He was full.
"A primitive land, forming its own army, is that acceptable...?"
"It was said by an emperor."
After slightly frowning, the other emperors also tacitly agreed. They all knew the nature of the Chaos Ancient Clan, who looked down on all races in the True Realm. Apart from a very few major races, such as the Heavenly Emperor Clan and the Dao Clan, the Chaos Ancient Clan could treat them as equals. In the eyes of the Chaos Ancient Clan, the other major races were all inferior bloodlines.
If the Chaos Ancient Clan were to unite with the myriad races of the other three realms, it might even have the opposite effect in battle.
“Each of the three regions has its own army, while the original army was one. This is good.”
The Heavenly Emperor nodded slowly, agreeing with the distribution.
Although deep down he looked down on the Chaos Ancient Clan, the size of the Primordial Land, if it were to become an army, would definitely be a major force.
"To rule the Primitive Lands, one must become the First True King; other True Kings may not be able to command respect."
The Primordial Immortal Emperor spoke again.
The others seemed to have expected him to say that, and remained silent.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor glanced at the Heavenly Emperor. The other party had just expressed his agreement, which probably meant that the successor of their imperial clan would take the position of the first true king. In this way, if the imperial clan could use this battle to rule over the ancient chaotic clans in the primordial land, the influence of the Heavenly Emperor clan would inevitably penetrate into the primordial land after the battle ended. In the future, it was possible that one clan could be as powerful as ten thousand clans!
This was the other party's plan, but the original old buddy obviously knew about it, perhaps the two had discussed it privately.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor shook his head secretly, not bothering to delve deeper; these were all meaningless to him.
"If that's the case, then a hundred years from now, the allied forces of all races will assemble!"
One of the Celestial Emperors concluded.
"Can."
"Can."
Many Immortal Emperors agreed, and the starry sky returned to silence once more. The Chaos Immortal Emperor's mind also returned to the main hall.
Meanwhile, in the abyss.
Top of the Tower of All Heavens.
The Immortal Emperor and the Star Empress exchanged a glance. The decline of the Eastern Region was happening faster than they had imagined.
"Everyone, listen to my command."
The Immortal Emperor spoke, his voice piercing through the void and echoing throughout the entire abyss.
The Star Empress also quietly unleashed her power. At this moment, time within the Tower of All Heavens froze. Those who were training and fighting inside found that the ancient demons before them were still, like a painting, but their attacks were miraculously unable to harm them.
At the same time, the voice of the Immortal Emperor came from inside the tower above:
"The Eastern Region is in decline, and the selection of the True Kings will begin in a hundred years. You only have one hundred years left, so please give it your all!"
The sound reverberated throughout the entire Tower of All Heavens, including the Great Emperor's Dojo outside the tower. Everyone looked up, their faces filled with astonishment.
Has the Eastern Region fallen?
Has the ancient demon really conquered the Eastern Region?
A hundred years... only a hundred years, doesn't that mean they've only been cultivating in the abyss for a total of eight hundred years!
"That's too short, only a hundred years. If I want to comprehend the tenth level of the Golden Path, I'll need at least five hundred more years!"
"How could it be so fast? The Eastern Region couldn't even last a thousand years. Wasn't it said that other emperors went to help?"
Many people looked at each other in shock. The Eastern Region was one of the four regions of the True Realm. Such a large territory had actually fallen and perished!
"The decline of the Eastern Regions?"
Among the crowd, the Immortal Kings of the major clans of the Eastern Region, such as the Ancestral Dragon Clan and the Primordial Beginning Clan, were all stunned. Although they had received the news beforehand, they still felt a sense of unease upon hearing these words.
"This time, the True King is a must-win for our Primordial Clan. Only in this way can we lead our army to attack the Eastern Region and exact our revenge!"
The eyes of the many Immortal Kings of the Primordial Clan were filled with hatred and rage. Their previous Primordial Nine Venerables were all here, as were the inheritors of the Primordial Clan.
"Could the Ancestral Dragon Court have been destroyed? What about the Dragon Ancestor...?"
The faces of the Celestial Kings of the Ancestral Dragon Clan turned grim.
Inside the Tower of All Heavens, a young man sitting cross-legged atop a mountain peak slowly raised his head.
"century……"
A thoughtful look appeared in Li Hao's eyes. Then, he felt the seven boundary hearts within his body constantly swirling around each other and drawing closer to one another. A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
The stabilization of this last boundary core was more difficult than he had imagined. With only a hundred years left, he felt less confident for the first time.
However, time was of the essence, and he had to be even more focused.
"century……"
In the Great Emperor's Daoist temple, Shi Miao opened her eyes and immediately looked at the Tower of All Heavens, a trace of worry appearing in her eyes.
For over two hundred years, Li Hao has been going in and out of the Tower of All Heavens. She guessed that Li Hao was stuck in a bottleneck and could not even get out of the Tower of All Heavens. He had to rely on the Tower of All Heavens to maintain his position.
You can definitely do it.
She silently cheered for Li Hao in her heart, then glanced at the suspended list outside the Tower of All Heavens, which showed the current rankings of the Tower of All Heavens.
She was ranked outside the top 20.
However, she has not yet truly revealed her power.
"A hundred years... that's enough. If one can achieve Great Perfection, even the reincarnation of the Emperor might be able to put up a fight!"
In the imperial clan, Emperor Mingyuan, sitting in the center, opened and closed his eyes, a cold and majestic glint flashing across them as he glanced at a certain spot in the abyss before withdrawing his gaze. Although he was currently ranked first, he did not relax, knowing that there were other powerful enemies who had not yet revealed themselves.
But as the inheritor of the imperial family, he felt no fear, but rather great anticipation.
(End of this chapter)
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