Just when everyone firmly believed that only the eight renowned powers were launching this campaign against the Yuan Clan, an unexpected scene suddenly unfolded!
A surge of turbulent, imposing nether energy, resembling a black dragon, coiled and swirled in the vast sky. Immediately afterward, a mysterious and ancient scroll-like phantom slowly emerged in the heavens, emanating a chilling imperial aura and a nether energy that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the Lord of the Underworld had personally led his many powerful followers to descend upon this place!
The Lord of the Underworld held the Ancient Scroll of the Underworld, which exuded boundless pressure. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and a layer of faint, eerie light surrounded him, giving him an aura of imposing authority. Behind him followed more than thirty peerless experts whose cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Each of them was permeated with an incredibly powerful aura.
In addition, hundreds of other powerful figures at the Quasi-Emperor level stood in neat formation behind them, each with a cold expression and sharp eyes like knives; further back, there was an astonishing number of one million powerful figures, all of whom were at or above the Saint level. They were densely packed together, like an endless torrent of steel, with a magnificent and awe-inspiring presence.
You must know, this is the Netherworld, one of the Ten Lands! After betraying the human race, it launched many dark campaigns that harmed humanity.
The rarely seen ancient beings revealed themselves, their faces filled with anger and shock. Who could have imagined that the once-powerful forces of the Nine Heavens would choose to collude with the people of the Ten Lands?
However, faced with this situation, these ancient beings, though filled with resentment, were helpless. After all, the opposing forces, united, were numerous and extremely powerful. Things simply didn't go as planned; the current situation was far too dire.
On the nine major forces alone, there were already over sixty Quasi-Emperor level ninth-tier experts, in addition to hundreds of other Quasi-Emperor level experts on high alert, and thousands of Supreme Saint experts and millions of Saint level experts poised to attack. Such a massive lineup and such a terrifying disparity in strength undoubtedly raised doubts among the crowd about whether the Yuan Clan could successfully withstand this overwhelming attack.
Moreover, among that vast and mighty procession was the legendary ancient emperor—the Lord of the Underworld! This being alone was enough to make the heavens and earth change color.
Faced with such a powerful lineup, everyone present knew perfectly well that the Yuan Clan was likely doomed this time. After all, in the world today, what power could possibly contend with such a terrifying force?
Inside the Ancient Demon Court, the pro-war faction members all had solemn expressions and shook their heads, asserting: "The Yuan Clan is now completely finished. After this battle, there may be no more Yuan Clan members in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
"Alas, if only we had known this would happen, we should have joined this war in the first place!" However, another faction held a different view, arguing, "The Yuan clan's accumulated strength over countless years is unfathomable and immeasurable. Who can say for sure that this won't have a completely unexpected outcome?"
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Yuan clan's council hall was unusually tense and oppressive.
Yuan Changsheng, Yuan Xun, and more than twenty quasi-emperors gathered together.
At this moment, Yuan Xun broke the silence first, speaking with a furious rage: "These ignorant and reckless fools actually dared to unite and launch an immortal war against our race."
The Sword Ancestor, standing to the side, was trembling with rage, his face flushed red. He waved his fists and roared indignantly, "For countless years, no force has ever dared to provoke our Yuan Clan so brazenly!"
"Patriarch, quickly order the battle! We must show these arrogant fools the true terror of our Yuan Clan!"
“That’s right, Patriarch, give the order to fight! Time flies, countless years have passed, and it’s time to let those old guys from our ancestral lands come out and stretch their muscles!” The Fist Ancestor said solemnly, his powerful voice echoing in the air, as if carrying endless majesty and power.
"That's right! Patriarch, gather the four guards of Heaven and Earth and we must severely suppress these ignorant fools who dare to challenge the dignity of our clan!" At this moment, another Yuan clan patriarch also stepped forward. He shouted indignantly, his eyes flashing with raging anger.
However, just as everyone was discussing this, another Yuan clan patriarch spoke up with a different opinion: "Hmph! In my opinion, there's no need to mobilize the entire force of the Heavenly Circle and Earthly Square Guards to deal with such a group of insignificant little fish and shrimps. I think sending just two of them would be enough to easily suppress them." This patriarch seemed quite confident, as if he didn't take his opponents seriously at all.
At this very moment, Yuan Zhexian, far away in the ancestral land, was watching everything happening in the outside world with the Ninth Ancestor.
When they saw that the nine major forces had actually united to launch an unprecedented immortal war against the Yuan Clan, Yuan Zhexian couldn't help but frown. He turned to the Ninth Ancestor beside him and asked, "Ninth Ancestor, do you think the Eighth Ancestor will personally take action this time? Since I was born, apart from once fighting against that Great Emperor of Chaos who wasn't actually a Great Emperor, I have never personally witnessed a Great Emperor taking action. Just how awe-inspiring is that scene?"
Upon hearing Yuan Zhexian's question, the Ninth Ancestor of the Yuan Clan smiled slightly, looking lovingly at the junior he regarded as his most outstanding descendant, and slowly said, "Zhexian, do not be impatient. The situation has not yet developed to the point where the Eighth Ancestor needs to take action personally. Moreover, this is the first time since the beginning of the world that our Yuan Clan has shown its profound foundation to the outside world. Therefore, you should observe carefully in the ancestral land. In the future, these foundations will become your strongest backing."
At this moment, the spacious and magnificent council hall was bustling with people, the atmosphere tense and solemn. Many elders sat together, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of conversation.
However, Yuan Changsheng, who was in the first position, remained silent. He sat there quietly, his deep gaze slowly sweeping over everyone.
Gradually, the ancestors who were originally excited and passionate noticed Yuan Changsheng's gaze.
Their voices gradually subsided until they fell completely silent, all turning their gazes to Yuan Changsheng. Yuan Changsheng's expression remained calm and composed. Once everyone was completely quiet, Yuan Changsheng slightly raised his head and said calmly, "Alright, everyone, further words are useless. Let's go out and face the enemy together."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from his body, and he vanished from the council hall in an instant. The other elders exchanged glances upon seeing this, and then they all transformed into streaks of light and followed closely behind, leaving the council hall in the blink of an eye.
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