In 3231, you heard that Xiangyang escaped with his life from under the wings of a "Yang Bird Demon Lord" of the demon race.
[In 3235, Jiang Yueli, your adopted daughter-in-law broke through to the Overlord realm. After congratulating her, you felt a little uneasy.]
"Even my adopted daughter-in-law, who's nowhere near as good as Xiaoguang, has become a powerful being, while I'm still stuck in the second realm." Fortunately, the thought that she, having just broken through, might not be a match for you made you feel a little better.
[But what followed was even more distressing: the lifespan of a supreme being starts at 2000 years. Even if Jiang Yueli doesn't become a supreme being, it means that Bei Chenguang might return just a thousand years later, at the exact moment her lifespan ends.]
"Can I hold out until then?" You feel that under the influence of the Demon Egg, with your essence nearly nine times greater, you can only live to 1800, leaving you with over 1400 years to live.
In 3249, Xiangyang and the Golden Crow Demon Lord, whose bloodline had been purified, challenged each other to a duel in the Hundred Races Battlefield—the Supreme Region. They never emerged again.
[A celestial being with a sacred body entered the battlefield of the Hundred Races to investigate, but despite having the ability to pass through the Heavenly Ladder, he never returned.]
You suspect the entrance to the Heavenly Ladder was destroyed... You don't know if the Hundred Races Battlefield will be repaired, but you're too scared to go in right now.
[In 3250, the Sun Bird/Golden Crow Demon Lord, who instigated the Holy War, and the human Xiang Yang were both lost on the battlefield of the Hundred Races, and the Holy War ended.]
[This holy war only lasted for a little over twenty years, and neither of the five-realm True Kings from either race made a move—only you know that two of them broke through to True King status during the Hundred Races Battlefield.]
In 3255, Xixi Qi also reached the third realm. Go and congratulate her; she gained thirty pounds overnight.
[Your physical strength is already twice that of a peak second-realm demon.]
In the year 3260, after more than a decade of silence, people finally emerged from the entrances to the battlefields of the various tribes across the land. They recounted how those ten years had been incredibly exciting.
[First, the two True Kings clashed, tearing through the battlefield of the Hundred Races. The aftershocks killed a bunch of innocent First and Second Realm cultivators. Those in the Third Realm could withstand some of the attacks, but at a certain distance, they wouldn't be instantly killed.]
[Those two True Kings, during the final stages of their battle, seemed to be teleported away by some kind of spatial technique from the Hundred Races Battlefield, after which the Hundred Races Battlefield began to repair itself.]
[This isn't just a simple fix; it also includes merging and upgrading!]
Several blasted areas of the Azure Domain were used as filler material and sewn into the "Battlefield of a Hundred Races" in other domains, expanding the area countless times and upgrading it into the "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races."
[If we enter this "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races" again, it won't just be a group of people from the Azure Domain playing a game behind closed doors; it will concern dozens of other domains!]
However, this method cannot be used to exploit a bug to enter other realms. After passing through the Heavenly Ladder, you will exit from the same place you entered.
In 3273, you entered the brand new "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races".
You have broadened your horizons.
"There really are beastmen? Even half-cats, half-foxes...?"
"Their cultivation system... Phew, thankfully most of it is still based on my Yuan Power system, though there are some exceptions..."
[You've noticed that there are people piloting mechs in the "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races," and they call themselves "Mech Pilots." Although their internal elemental energy is quite vast, it's difficult to use it as a direct means of attack.]
They named their elemental power "Manipulation Power," the power used to control their mechs. Their uniquely structured Manipulation Power allows them to use specially adapted mechs, and after installing various modules on them, they practically sweep through any realm.
[The strongest of these "divine machines" are enough to make you struggle to deal with them; they are enemies that you cannot defeat with elemental power, and you can only rely on your hard-earned physical body.]
Let's make a small prediction about its future direction.
[In 3279, you spent several years navigating the challenging "Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races," learning that beyond the Azure Domain there were other great domains such as the "Primordial Domain," the "Void Domain," and the "Martial Domain." Through the people in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, you learned about the realms beyond the Fifth Realm.]
However, among the more than fifty domains connected by the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, only seven or eight domains have ever produced beings at the Sixth Realm, and currently only three domains definitively possess beings at the Sixth Realm.
The sixth realm has different names depending on the major region: "Half-Immortal," "Quasi-God," "Legendary," and "Martial Emperor."
[You wanted to ask specifically about the strength of the Sixth Realm, and how to cultivate down to the next level, but you're clearly dreaming. How could someone in the Second Realm possibly know anything about the Sixth Realm?]
[In 3285, you killed a mysterious individual who called himself a "Elementalist." He was carrying a spatial ring, though its storage capacity was only a few hundred cubic meters.]
[Before its death, the elemental being claimed to have placed a curse on you, predicting the destruction of your region in the future. You later learned from others that this was merely empty threats; elemental beings had frequently used similar threats ten thousand years ago, and had never succeeded.]
[In 3301, you are certain that the reward for expelling the Demon Egg cannot be bestowed even on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.]
[This incomprehensible place keeps giving out rewards like "high-quality demonic blood" and "bloodline rejection inhibitors."]
The label was still engraved on that bottle of inhibitor; I wonder which corpse it was taken from in the Battle of Ten Thousand Races.
[In 3310, you left the battlefield of ten thousand races, gaining much, yet not much.]
[Unfortunately, the battlefield of all races is too vast, and you didn't find the Ice Spirit Snow Winter. You hope that you truly just didn't find her.]
[In 3320, a holy war broke out, but it had nothing to do with you: it was a holy war between demons.]
In 3350, you traveled among the various tribes of the Azure Domain. In the territory of a small tribe ranked around eightyth, the entire "Pulu Tribe" welcomed you.
They resemble roly-poly toys, or rather, highly elastic rubber gourds, moving by hopping and attacking.
The cultivation system is half physical strength and half elemental energy, without the extremes of humans and demons; the "essence" and "qi" attribute points of the Pulu race are evenly distributed.
"It's the human lord! The human lord has arrived!"
"Look at this one with one nose, two eyes, two ears, and one mouth—it's pure human blood, the noblest human lord!"
"Everyone, kneel down before the pure human lord!"
You feel this "Pulu tribe" is really too friendly.
[Until you sense a certain toxin in the food, a toxin that cannot be expelled by elemental energy, causing your limbs to stiffen and become immobile.]
However, your physical body, comparable to three times the strength of a demon, and your essence, ten times stronger, caused your body to spontaneously decompose and absorb the toxins.
[You can activate your "Flashforward" ability at any moment, fall to the ground, and show off.]
"Humans are stupid!" Dudu, the chieftain of the Pulu tribe and its sole overlord, sneered as it hopped over to you. "This is the human race that the demons tried to capture even with the help of their supreme beings over three hundred years ago? Nothing special about them."
"The information from the minor clans is inaccurate. Lao Jiu is a man that even the True King can't forget!"
[Dudu swayed its roly-poly body disdainfully from side to side: "Tie him up and sell him to the Demon Clan. Be careful, he's a peak second-realm cultivator."]
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