Chapter 171: White-Hot
“BOOM!”
“ROAR!”
“KILL!”
“Kill every last one of these damned Demon Race bastards!”
“Master, save me!”
“……”
As the Great Vehicle cultivators clashed, countless Human Race cultivators also began to unleash their power. An endless flood of demons swept across every inch of land and every city in their sight.
Fortunately, the Central Region often had to deal with Demon Race raids. So the moment the great battle began, the Sect Management Council organized and coordinated all sects in the Central Pole Province to resist the demon assault.
The only problem was that the Demon Race was too strong.
Nearly ten billion demons—every demon with considerable combat power had been conscripted. As a result, it often took four or five, even eight Human Race cultivators to surround and kill a single demon of the same realm.
Even so, the Demon Race continued to slaughter the living beings of the Central Pole Province without pause. Countless sect cultivators shouted, wailed, cursed—but it was all useless.
In a war between two races on this scale, an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator would be reduced to meat paste before they could even see a figure. A Foundation Establishment True Person might manage to cast a single talisman. A Golden Core True Monarch might be lucky enough to direct a flying sword and wound a demon beast of the same realm.
As for Nascent Soul Ancestors, they could hold out a while longer—but only a while. Only Spirit Transformation Divine Lords could unleash their full spiritual power in a grand display, before dying miserably in a beast’s maw.
Beyond that, Void Return True Lords could tip the outcome of a local battle. A Dao Integration Dao Lord, if they performed well, might turn the fate of half a city.
But Tribulation Crossing True Venerables and Mahayana Venerables played a massive role at this moment. Whether a city could hold depended on the cultivation strength of the True Venerables and Venerables defending it.
But… that excluded the Mahayana Venerables locked in combat with Ao Ye.
In just a few dozen days, no fewer than several dozen Mahayana cultivators had been suppressed and slain by Ao Ye. And this was with a host of top-tier Supremes wielding pseudo-Immortal Artifacts to resist Ao Ye. Without them, the Central Pole Province would have fallen long ago.
The war between the two races had now entered a white-hot, violently deadlocked stage. Except the Human Race side was filling the gap with human lives and the lives of Mahayana Venerables. And this filling lasted for several years…
Within the Demon Domain, the Chaotian Sect’s fleet sailed through the heart of demon territory. From the clouds below came the occasional beast roar. Now and then, a few foolish avian demon beasts would crash into the ships. But in the blink of an eye, they were blasted to dust by the Chaotian Sect cultivators.
The fleet then fell silent once more, quietly sailing through the clouds.
“Sect Master, less than a thousand li remain until the Xuanji Clan’s heartland. At most, one more day and we’ll arrive!”
Ma Liang’s figure abruptly surfaced from the high skies, standing beside Lu Qingyang. His gaze was fixed on the distance, a trace of gravity flashing deep in his eyes.
“Mm.”
Lu Qingyang gave a slight nod.
“Has the Demon Slave Vanguard sent back any word? By rights, he should have reached the Xuanji Clan by now.”
Ma Liang cupped his fists and replied respectfully.
“Sect Master, the Demon Slave Vanguard just sent word. He says he is currently in contact with the Xuanji Clan’s remaining forces. However, because a Demon Venerable is still stationed within their territory, the Demon Slave Vanguard did not bring the Demon Puppet Tribe inside.”
After hearing Ma Liang’s report, Lu Qingyang pondered briefly, then slowly nodded.
“Mm.”
“Continue the警戒.”
“Yes!”
Ma Liang bowed and withdrew.
Perhaps because Lu Qingyang had coincidentally avoided the Demon Race’s invasion of the Central Region, Ma Liang’s attitude toward him had gradually shifted from看重 to respect. There was even a faint trace of awe.
“Jiangxin.”
Once Ma Liang’s figure vanished, Lu Qingyang summoned Jiangxin.
“I am here, Master.”
“Send the word down. All column disciples are to prepare for engagement.”
“This battle must annihilate the Northern Sea Xuanji Clan’s entire remaining force in one strike!”
“Also… scatter all Battle Puppets and distribute them to each column.”
“At the same time, ensure each column is equipped with ten Skybase Weapons.”
“As for the Thirty-Three Heavens High-Altitude Strike Platform, you will control it directly. Be ready to support any column at any time.”
Hearing Lu Qingyang’s string of orders, the light on Jiangxin’s surface flickered without pause. At the same time, countless puppets across the fleet began moving rapidly.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Jiangxin’s respectful voice drifted out.
“Beep! All columns have been notified to prepare for engagement.”
“Beep! All Battle Puppets have been scattered and distributed to each column. Each column commands a thousand puppets of various ranks, over a hundred thousand in total.”
“Beep! Skybase Weapons have been allocated. Each column is equipped with ten sixth-rank Skybase Weapons.”
“Beep! The Thirty-Three Heavens High-Altitude Strike Platform has been taken over. The First Heaven and Second Heaven can be deployed at any time.”
“……”
“Hoo… this day has finally come.”
“That mangy chicken who destroyed my sect probably never imagined that several hundred years later, I would raise a force and cross domains to exterminate its clan.”
“Just like… when it tore through the sky and destroyed my sect.”
Lu Qingyang’s eyes were deep as he murmured softly.
To him, this battle was about collecting a debt—and collecting interest. To the Chaotian Sect, it was a witness. A witness to its own rebirth!
And as the Chaotian fleet advanced, a crisp system notification suddenly sounded in Lu Qingyang’s ear.
【Ding! Simulation time has cooled down】
【Start Simulation? Yes/No】
Hm? I didn’t expect to get another simulation in before the battle starts.
Lu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He did not rush to begin the simulation. Instead, he first summoned his familiar Panel.
【Name: Lu Qingyang】
【Constitution: Rank 17】
【Comprehension: Rank 10】
【Fortune: Rank 18】
【Family Background: Rank 20】
【Remaining Simulation Points: 0】
【Simulation Save: No Save】
【Simulation Return to True: Not Cooled】
【Simulation Cooling: Cooled】
【Return to True Cooling: 0 days 0 hours 10 minutes 36 seconds】
Years of specialized upgrades, and I’ve finally raised Family Background to Rank 20!
I wonder what the start of this simulation will look like.
Lu Qingyang looked at his Attribute Panel with some anticipation. Then he turned and returned to the cabin.
“Simulation!”
Once he was seated, Lu Qingyang’s voice fell. Countless system windows appeared before his eyes.
【Please select the talent for this simulation】
【Nine Yang Constitution: The body is scorching like nine suns, with special properties for fire techniques】
【Child of Heavenly Condemnation: A cursed person, but born with divine strength】
【Origin Master Sacred Body: A naturally spirit-communing body with extraordinary Comprehension, but red hair will grow, and one’s later years will be ominous】
【Randomizable attempts: 7】
【Please select your talent】
Looking at the Simulation Talents he had randomized, Lu Qingyang’s brow furrowed slightly.
They all look pretty average. That Origin Master Sacred Body isn’t bad, but…
“Ominous later years” is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it? And red hair grows? Where?
Lu Qingyang shook his head, planning to use the random attempts he had saved from previous simulations.
“Random!”