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Chaos.
This is the current state of the Outer Battlefield, but amidst the chaos, the Human Cultivators are even more disorganized. The demons have only one goal: the stronghold of their king.
The Human Cultivators are fragmented, and even the War Elder Group cannot suppress the discord among them, as divisions have arisen within their ranks.
Led by Letu, the pro-war faction advocates for a vigorous extermination of these unwilling Alien Races. "They are not of our kind; their hearts must be different." Regardless of the reasons, it is necessary to seize any opportunity to strike.
However, another faction led by the influential elder Fang Wujie argues for a wait-and-see approach. Now is not the time to initiate battle, especially given the lack of preparation; launching a war recklessly would be unwise.
With both sides at a stalemate, more and more demons gather on the battlefield, almost overwhelming in number. Some Cultivator Squads that intended to intervene had no choice but to abandon their plans and retreat.
As the demon forces grow stronger, the entire Outer Battlefield becomes engulfed in raging Demonic Flames and malevolent energy.
The previously balanced battlefield undergoes a shocking transformation in an instant, with the overwhelming demon forces pushing the Human Cultivators back step by step toward the edges of the battlefield.
Fang Wujie watches with a grim expression as events unfold before him, while Letu observes coldly from the side. The tide has turned; nothing can change that now. It is certain that Fang Wujie will face repercussions, and Letu no longer cares about this rivalry; kicking a man when he’s down serves no purpose.
He must also bear some responsibility for the losses on the battlefield. However, it is strange that despite their overwhelming advantage, the demons do not counterattack against the Human Cultivators but instead surge toward the Earth Altar War Zone. Although he is eager to know what is happening there, under these circumstances, he cannot send any teams for reconnaissance.
Zuo Dao remains in deep contemplation while Huang Xishi stands beside him, her expression one of despair.
An endless Demon Army stands in formation around her and Zuo Dao. The existence of formations has become meaningless; Zuo Dao is now exposed to the gaze of countless demons. Also standing beside her is Lin Shaoqiu's team. Lin Shaoqiu sensed something was wrong at the first sign of turmoil on the battlefield and thought of warning Huang Xishi. Out of duty, he resolutely turned back to inform her but found himself trapped instead.
Looking at Zuo Dao, who stands with eyes closed nearby, a complex expression flashes across his face. If he still does not realize that all this demonic activity on the battlefield is related to this person, then he is truly dull-witted.
He sees row upon row of Demon Army formations directed at this young Cultivator.
In their eyes, Lin Shaoqiu could see fervor, admiration, submission, and even surrender.
Huang Xishi watched warily at the demon and the monster positioned at the front of the formation. The power emanating from them made her heart race. It inevitably reminded her of the leader-level combatants among the demons and monsters who had never shown themselves.
There was despair, but also happiness; she let go of her heart and stopped thinking about those things. She redirected her gaze back to Zuo Dao.
It was this man who stirred her heart, this man who ignited her emotions. If Zuo Dao were still in a conscious state, she would have poured all her cultivation into helping him carve out a path to survival, even if it meant her own soul would scatter.
Unfortunately, Zuo Dao's current situation had exceeded her expectations; even she did not know what state he was in now. Since the other party was not making a move, she quietly stood beside Zuo Dao, keeping him company.
At this moment, Zuo Dao's Celestial Soul had completely merged with the battlefield, permeating every corner of it. He gradually grasped the situation on the battlefield; nothing that occurred could escape his control. Everything happening around him was within his sight, but he simply had no time to pay attention to it now.
Huang Xishi and the others were temporarily safe; he had more important matters to attend to. The sensations from his Celestial Soul would not deceive him; deep within this vast Outer Battlefield, a familiar yet mysterious power was calling him—deeper.
Only by continuing to delve deeper could he uncover what truly existed here. He had a premonition that resolving Huang Xishi's crisis was less important than this matter, which might even relate to his future. This feeling was unprecedentedly strong. He believed that this sensation would not mislead him.
With each step deeper he took, he felt an increase in pressure; by the end, each step consumed a significant amount of his spirit. If it weren't for the inexplicable power replenishing him on the battlefield, even with the Celestial Soul, he would never reach his destination.
There were benefits as well; each consumption was a form of tempering. He could sense that his Celestial Soul was subtly showing signs of advancement. However, every instance of tempering brought immense pain—like being in a furnace, like falling into an icy abyss, like being pierced by ten thousand arrows, akin to steel knives scraping bone.
Even descending into eighteen layers of hell could not compare to such suffering, causing Zuo Dao's body to tremble slightly as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Seeing this situation tore at Huang Xishi's heart. She knew that such agony could only arise from immense suffering. Lin Shaoqiu grew curious and momentarily forgot her surroundings. The cultivators in the arena noticed Zuo Dao's change; even Demon Frenzy and Yao Er were aware of it.
They felt both confusion and excitement regarding Zuo Dao.
The aura of the king was unmistakable, yet the figure before him was undoubtedly a Human Cultivator. Although demons could transform into humans upon reaching a certain Realm, their essence remained unchanged. Even if they could deceive humans, they could never fool their own kind.
Could a Human Cultivator truly become their ruler?
And not just any ruler, but one of the Dual Kings? Even if they believed it, would anyone else outside their kind accept it?
The ultimate evolution for demons was to become human; it was an instinct ingrained in their very blood. Until they reached that point, they could only be referred to as "them." It was only after crossing that threshold that they could be called "they." Though the distinction seemed subtle, it was a difference that demanded a lifetime of struggle.
Both sides stood in silence, waiting for Zuo Dao to awaken. After much deliberation, the War Elder Group finally reached a decision.
Fight.
It had come to a point where retreat was not an option. Regardless of what had caused the massive gathering of demons, even if it meant killing the last Cultivator, they had to break this deadlock.
Countless calculations pointed to an inevitable defeat; it was precisely this certainty that ignited the fighting spirit within these Cultivators. Since death was unavoidable, they preferred to die with glory rather than in despair.
Not for themselves, but for the descendants of the Star Domain.
If the demons took control of the Outer Battlefield, it would spell disaster for the entire Great Star Domain. Thus, all capable Cultivators were summoned. Spirit Sword Mountain and Gai Shi Tai Bao were among them. Although they had never sent disciples to the battlefield before, they were undeniably powerful forces.
Feng Miaomiao and Tai Shu Yun had already been forced back by the Demon Army. No matter how strong they were, they could not withstand the sheer numbers of demons swarming like ants.
The actions of the two left the other Cultivators on the battlefield stunned.
Phoenix Avatar, Peerless Lotus Fire. These names left a deep imprint in their hearts.
A Cultivator exclaimed, "The era of the Bloodhand Immortal Garb is coming to an end; the future world will belong to these two princesses."
Another Cultivator remarked, "With the emergence of Monsters, chaos is inevitable."
Yet another Cultivator stated, "The appearance of the twin beauties exists solely for this Battle."
However, the two princesses remained indifferent. Their only concern was for the White-Robed Youth and that audacious Huang Xishi who dared to covet what belonged to them.
This was a Battle, but also a grand feast, where countless Heroes would showcase their talents on this stage. Yet, no one realized that it all revolved around the presence of one individual.
The entire battlefield would be his domain; he was the king of this battlefield, a one-of-a-kind ruler.
The battle commenced.
Blood stained the starry sky.
The mournful song of the feast began to play.
A king would rise.
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