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Chapter 332: Five Hundred Years!
The violent energy slowly dissipated, and Sun Zhe and Jingjing's figures had already vanished from the spot. Everyone stood in a daze, unable to comprehend the scene before them.
Standing in the Void, Fan looked at everything with a complex expression. His handsome face was filled with emotions that others found difficult to understand. In his pitch-black eyes, there was relief, resentment, confusion, and a hint of reluctance, all of which finally transformed into a deep sigh.
"People of the Nine Continents, listen well. I give you five hundred years to consider. If after five hundred years you still resist like this, I will trample the entire Nine Continents World and leave no living creature behind!"
As Fan's arrogant voice echoed in the Void, the residual energy from the previous clash finally vanished. The crimson light flickered slightly in the emptiness before disappearing into the dust along with Fan's words, like a shooting star that left no trace.
Such a significant matter could not be decided by Fan alone. Just moments ago, he had communicated with several Demon Ancestors of the demon race. Although it was unclear what agreement they had reached, as soon as Fan finished speaking, many powerful beings from the demon race ceased their attacks and retreated alongside the Asura Clan back to the Demon Continent.
The five hundred years of truce provided the Nine Continents with a chance to breathe and an opportunity for a fresh choice.
After taking one last look at the Nine Continents, the complexity in Fan's eyes gradually faded. With a wave of his sleeve, he prepared to return. However, at that moment, an overwhelming wave of energy surged toward him; it was Blade Domain's Old Domain Master—Blade Emperor—charging at him furiously.
"Fan! You killed my disciple; today I will not let you escape so easily! Leave your life for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an intense Ming Dao Qi erupted from the Void Blade. The blade was supreme among weapons; with a swing of his Long Sword, countless Sword Qi surged forth from all directions toward Fan, resembling a violent storm of blades that locked him firmly in place within the Void.
"Blade Emperor!"
Seeing this scene, many Ancient God Strongmen who had previously halted their actions changed color. Fan, who was under attack, also revealed a serious expression upon witnessing the Blade Emperor's momentum. While Blade Emperor's sword rules might not be the strongest, when it came to the path of Kuangba, he was second to none; no one dared to underestimate him.
At this moment, however, Fan showed no intention of fighting back. With a wave of his right hand, four Ancient God Strongmen who had followed him immediately stepped forward to block the furious Blade Emperor. Although Blade Emperor was incredibly powerful, he still found it challenging to contend with four Ancient God Strongmen.
Just then, a crisp cracking sound echoed through the endless Void; it was Tang Yuexi's seal shattering layer by layer under Fan's attack. Not only did Blade Emperor and his companions' seals disintegrate into ashes, but even Dragon Emperor's golden dragon confinement collapsed in an instant. In that moment, Tang Yuexi was enveloped by an indescribable strange power.
"This..." Seeing this scene, those on the side of Nine Continents who were extremely Pangu Ancestors all changed their expressions. Taishang Laojun sighed softly and said,
"It's too late..."
Indeed, it was too late. Brilliant light burst forth from Tang Yuexi's body as an extraordinarily strange aura radiated from her. Two phantoms appeared around her; although they were dressed slightly differently, their aura was identical—they were clearly two other versions of herself or her other main souls.
With the appearance of the other two main souls, countless ghostly lights immediately converged towards her in the Endless Void, forming an enormous Black Sphere in the blink of an eye. Surrounding the black sphere was an invisible domain, and before long, the Black Sphere rapidly transformed, with that terrifying energy directly merging into her body.
When she reappeared before everyone, her image had undergone a tremendous change. Dressed in a black gown that seemed to come from a nighttime messenger, her beautiful blue hair resembled that of a goddess emerging from the ocean. Her enchanting eyes seemed to contain soul-stirring divine power, and her unparalleled beauty surpassed that of any era. She was like a bright moon in the night sky, making any brilliance before her fade into obscurity; at this moment, she had truly become a goddess.
The name Tang Yuexi might no longer suit her current self; her new name was Nightmoon Demon Ancestor. In fact, her three main souls had long since fused into one, and the memories that belonged to her had awakened. As long as she wished, she could summon back three thousand scattered souls to form a new body of Pangu Ancestor. However, she did not do so, even when pressured by a Black Wind Granny at the Initial Stage of Divine Realm.
The reason for all this was simply for a promise. For this promise, she willingly became an ordinary woman from the Nine Continents, willingly endured the seals set by numerous Pangu Ancestors for her, and willingly followed behind him to enjoy his protection. Just as Brahma had said, being ordinary is also a kind of happiness.
However, now she regretted it. If she possessed the strength of a Pangu Ancestor, everything would have been different. She would not have had to watch her beloved die before her eyes. Yet without power, she could do nothing; everything exceeded her expectations.
"Congratulations, sister, on regaining your divine body and returning to the Demon Continent!"
With graceful steps, the figure of Night Lotus Demon Ancestor instantly appeared beside Nightmoon Demon Ancestor. The people of the demon race all knew their relationship; Night Lotus Demon Ancestor was indeed the sister of Nightmoon Demon Ancestor. The two sisters' extraordinary beauty was unmatched throughout the Demon Continent, making them two rare flowers of the demon race.
Nodding slightly, Nightmoon Demon Ancestor's captivating eyes were fixed intently on Brahma's figure in the void. Within those mesmerizing eyes was a chilling coldness that could freeze everything and solidify the Universal Spirit. Even those who comprehended the law of ice could not compare to it.
"Brahma!"
With crimson lips parting slightly, Nightmoon Demon Ancestor softly uttered two words. In an instant, her chilling voice echoed throughout the void, causing a slight tremor in the hearts of the Ten Million Strong Warriors. They felt as if they were lost in a daze, while those engaged in battle with the Blade Emperor also involuntarily halted their conflict.
Such was the power of her voice; perhaps even the equally stunning Night Lotus Demon Ancestor could not achieve this. This was the strength of Nightmoon Demon Ancestor. What most did not know was that having reformed her divine body through the Three Thousand Souls Returning Technique, her power would break through again, becoming an even more terrifying Ancient God Strongman. Once her cultivation fully recovered, she would face even the Death Spirit Demon Ancestor without fear.
"When I regain my full divine power, it will be our day of battle. For today's grudge, I will surely trample your Shura Realm in return!"
Brahma's strength was extraordinary; his identity was even more peculiar. Yet none of this diminished her resolve to kill Brahma. As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped into the void and instantly vanished from sight.
Night Lotus Demon Ancestor also cast a cold glance at Brahma, revealing an unabashed killing intent. When Nightmoon Demon Ancestor entered the Asura Clan, it would naturally be the day that she, as part of the Night Lotus demon race, also entered! Following in her sister's footsteps, she flickered and disappeared as well.
A strange arc crossed Brahma's lips as a hint of inexplicable color flashed in his pitch-black eyes. He seemed to say nothing more and vanished towards the Demon Continent, followed closely by four Ancient God Strongmen and two thousand Supreme Combat Bodies. Meanwhile, millions of troops from the Shura Realm retreated like a tide.
The demon race's Death Spirit Demon Ancestor and others did not linger either. Under the leadership of the Death Spirit Demon Ancestor, many powerful demons and the Demon Army quickly retreated back to the Demon Continent. In an instant, only the six great titans from the mainland of Nine Continents and hundreds of thousands of troops remained on the battlefield.
"What should we do?"
The leader of the Phoenix Clan asked with a somewhat grim expression. Although the enmity between the Nightmoon Demon Ancestor and Fan was irreconcilable, it was merely a personal grudge. The divine body of the Nightmoon Demon Ancestor had been destroyed by the experts of the Nine Continents last time, and she could not assist the Nine Continents. Therefore, the alliance between the Demon Clan and the Asura Clan could not be stopped. Five hundred years later, the army would still strike at the gates of the Nine Continents, and it would be a coalition from both continents.
"Blade Domain, fight to the death!"
The cold words came from the Blade Emperor, and even the other leaders were shaken by his determination. It was evident that Sun Zhe's death had deeply affected this Old Domain Master and ignited his profound hatred for the Asura Clan.
The other five exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions.
"Everyone should go back and prepare. We will devote ourselves to cultivating strong warriors over these five hundred years. Since we are unwilling to become slaves of the Demon Clan and the Asura Clan, we have no choice but to fight to the death." With a soft sigh, Taishang Laojun made the final decision.
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As time passed, this war that nearly annihilated the Nine Continents was gradually buried in everyone's hearts. The people of Jiuzhou returned to their daily lives. Although millions of strong warriors had returned to the Nine Continents, they represented only a small fraction of the total population. Life for the people of Jiuzhou remained unchanged.
Under the full cultivation efforts of several major forces, many outstanding young talents began to emerge on the stage of the Nine Continents, such as Yuan Rong from the War Clan, Yan Ji from Thunder Continent, and Aoken from Light Continent... However, what everyone did not know was that these talents were burdened by a heavy weight in their hearts. A figure resembling a demon lingered in their minds—a person who had already fallen but had indirectly delayed the war of the Nine Continents by five hundred years!
But had that person truly fallen? Even with the Calculation Technique of Blade Domain's Old Domain Master and Taishang Laojun's Nine Palace Calculation Technique, there was no answer to be found.
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