214: Chapter 214 A stunningly beautiful goddess! War breaks out!

Zhou Liangan gave a wicked chuckle, "What do I have to fear!"

Having said that, Zhou Liangan suddenly...

Deep within the outer star space lay an ancient continent shrouded year-round in blood-colored Demonic Qi.

This was the core Holy Land that the Yao Race had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years. Its mountain ranges were stacked with the bones of giant beasts, and rivers of lava surged through the valleys. The air was filled with Demonic Qi so thick it was almost tangible; if ordinary Human Race Cultivators came even half a step closer, their Divine Souls would be eroded and dissolved by the Demonic Qi.

The throne hall at the very center of the Holy Land was cast entirely from pitch-black mysterious iron. The ceiling was inlaid with tens of thousands of Yao Beast core crystals, emitting a faint, cold light in the dimness.

Reclining on the throne was a figure of extreme elegance—it was the contemporary Monster Empress.

She wore a dark purple floor-length gown that outlined the graceful lines of her collarbone. Her long, curly wine-red hair was spread across the armrests of the throne, with tiny Yao crystals adorning the tips.

Her face was bewitchingly beautiful, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned and pupils of pale golden-red. When looking at someone, she carried an air of laziness and majesty as if looking down upon all living beings. Her fingertips casually stroked the carved Vicious Beast patterns on the armrest, and her entire being radiated the terrifying Aura of a Peak Half-Emperor.

Standing below the throne was a man wearing a black cloak.

His hood was pulled low, covering most of his face and revealing only his tense jawline. The hem of his cloak was stained with stardust and wet blood; clearly, he had just returned from afar, and his breath was still somewhat unsteady. This man was none other than Pu Wendong.

The Monster Empress swept her gaze over him, a mocking smile curling the corner of her lips. Her voice was lazy yet every word was sharp: "Judging by your wretched appearance, I assume you have failed."

As her words fell, the air in the hall instantly grew heavier.

An invisible pressure spread along the ground, causing even the flickering candlelight in the corners of the hall to suddenly shrink, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Pu Wendong slowly raised his head, his eyes shining startlingly bright within the shadows of his hood.

He did not rush to defend himself, but met the Monster Empress's gaze and spoke calmly: "A single mishap does not count as failure. I have left a backup plan, and it is time to activate those hidden pieces."

"A backup plan?" The Monster Empress laughed softly, as if she had heard a joke, her golden-red eyes full of amusement. "Pu Wendong, you have boasted before me many times. This time, you personally guaranteed that you could disrupt the Human Race's rear, yet you returned in such a sorry state. Now you are trying to fob me off with the words 'backup plan'? Do you really think the resources of my Yao Race were blown in by the wind?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. The previously lazy Aura instantly became sharp as a knife, and an even more terrifying Demonic Qi pressed down upon Pu Wendong.

This was the full-force pressure of a Peak Half-Emperor; an ordinary Cultivator would have been forced to their knees on the spot, their Divine Soul shattered.

Yet Pu Wendong stood in place, his figure not moving a single inch.

He chuckled lightly in the face of the pressure. The next second, a thick, majestic golden Aura carrying the awe-inspiring power of Heaven slowly radiated from within his body.

As soon as this Qi appeared, the Demonic Qi within the hall seemed to be intimidated, instinctively retreating to both sides.

The golden power of Luck was almost tangible, swirling around him, concentrated and not dissipating. It was as heavy as if he were carrying an entire landscape of the Human Race; just looking at it inspired awe.

"Your Majesty should recognize this power." Pu Wendong's voice remained steady, his gaze fixed on the person on the throne. "The Human Race Luck upon me has not dissipated; on the contrary, it is even more solid than before. If I had truly been completely defeated, the Luck would have already collapsed. You don't need me to explain what this signifies, right?"

The amusement on the Monster Empress's face gradually faded, her golden-red pupils slightly contracting, and a hint of gravity finally appeared in her expression.

She knew better than anyone that Luck was not something that could be faked.

The fact that the Luck on Pu Wendong was this thick indicated that he indeed held a key trump card, and he was far from being at his wit's end.

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

The Monster Empress leaned back onto the throne, her fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest. After a moment of silence, she spoke slowly: "Very well. My Yao Race has planned for thousands of years, staking the entire race's future—it was always a gamble. Since you still have a trump card, I will trust you one more time."

Her tone suddenly turned cold, carrying undisguised killing intent: "But remember, if you fail in the end and ruin the great cause of my Yao Race, let alone this bit of Luck on you, even if you hide in the deepest parts of the Human Race, I have plenty of ways to make you wish for death but be unable to die."

"Your Majesty, rest assured." Pu Wendong bowed slightly, his tone firm. "If this matter does not succeed, this Junior will present my head to you, without a single word of complaint."

The Monster Empress waved her hand: "Go. Activate the hidden pieces as you should; I want to see actual results."

Pu Wendong nodded, did not linger further, turned around, and strode out of the hall.

The back of his black cloak soon disappeared into the blood-colored Demonic Qi, his footsteps steady, without a trace of the wretchedness of defeat.

Not long after he left, the sound of wind breaking came from outside the hall.

A tall, hot figure sped in and landed in the center of the hall.

The woman wore a silver-black form-fitting battle armor that outlined the lines of her waist and long legs to perfection. Her face was bewitching yet sharp, with a heroic spirit hiding a seductive bone structure. Her long black hair was tied up high, and two small black fox ears were hidden behind her ears, trembling slightly with her movements.

It was Ying Yexue, the Monster Empress's most trusted confidante and general, and also one of the top combatants among the Thirteen Yao Emperors.

Seeing her enter, the coldness on the Monster Empress's face faded slightly, and her eyes softened: "Ying Yexue, you are here. How is the situation at the front line?"

Ying Yexue nodded slightly in salute, her voice crisp and sharp: "Reporting to Your Majesty, all thirteen Yao Emperors at the front line are in place, and the million Yao soldiers have arranged the Profound Evil Battle Formation. The three thousand vanguards of the Golden Winged Roc Race have probed the Human Race's defense line three times; their defensive Formation looks solid, but in reality, their energy reserves are insufficient and cannot hold for long. The Giant Elephant Race's heavy armored legion has already set up their charging Formation, waiting only for the order to smash through the front row. The Snake Race's poison mist bombs are all ready; as soon as the wind picks up on the battlefield, they can cover the entire Human Race position. The scouts, heavy armor, and poison master teams of all races are in their respective positions; everyone is ready and waiting for Your Majesty's order."

Her report was concise and clear, with every sentence hitting the mark; it was clear that preparations were very thorough.

The Monster Empress did not respond immediately upon hearing this.

She silently gazed at the surging blood-colored Demonic Qi outside the hall, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the patterns, and after a long while, she sighed softly.

"Your Majesty?" Ying Yexue looked up at her, somewhat confused.

"Nothing." The Monster Empress shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of imperceptible gloom. "Logically, in this battle, we have all the advantages of time and place. The Human Race is not united internally, Pu Wendong's hidden pieces have been buried, and the overall strength of The Nine Emperors at the front is a notch lower than our thirteen Yao Emperors. No matter how you calculate it, it is a guaranteed win. But for some reason, I feel a bit flustered in my heart, and I have an ominous premonition."

Having lived for several eras, as a supreme ruler, her intuition was always terrifyingly accurate.

This inexplicable heart palpitation made her particularly uneasy.

Ying Yexue laughed after hearing this, her tone very firm: "Your Majesty is too concerned about this battle, which is why you are overthinking. Think about it, we have planned for thousands of years, from infiltrating the Human Race to cultivating hidden pieces, to accumulating troops; every step has been calculated clearly, without any omissions. What could possibly go wrong?"

She paused and continued: "Those nine Half-Emperors of the Human Race look like they are twisted into a single rope, but in reality, each has their own selfish motives. Old Ancestor Cang Xuan is dictatorial, the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation does not concern herself with worldly affairs, and the remaining seven each have their own little schemes. When the real fighting starts, they cannot achieve unity. Once we press forward head-on and Pu Wendong's hidden pieces launch their attack from within, working from the inside and outside, let alone nine, even if there were more, we could still crush them. When the time comes, we will charge over with an irresistible force, first take out The Nine Emperors at the front, then advance all the way to strike directly at the Human Race's core Star Domain. By then, the entire starry sky will be the domain of our Yao Race."

These words were resonant and powerful, carrying full confidence, and also seemed to give the Monster Empress a sense of reassurance.

The Monster Empress looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

Indeed, she had endured for thousands of years, and finally waited for the opportunity of the Human Race's decline and the splitting of their Luck. Now that the arrow was on the bowstring, how could there be any reason to be timid?

"You are right." The Monster Empress straightened up, the hesitation in her eyes swept away, replaced by the decisiveness and coldness of an emperor. "I have waited for thousands of years, and the opportunity is right before me; there is nothing to be afraid of."

Ying Yexue's eyes lit up, and she took a step forward: "Then Your Majesty's meaning is..."

The Monster Empress suddenly raised her hand, speaking one word at a time, her voice not loud but carrying the power to resound through the entire Holy Land: "War!"

As the word "War" fell, the entire hall trembled slightly.

The blood-colored Demonic Qi outside the hall instantly boiled. Low-pitched horns sounded simultaneously from all directions of the ancient continent, the wailing sound penetrating the starry sky and spreading through every inch of the Yao Race's territory with a murderous Battle Intent.

The thirteen Yao Emperors guarding various places received the order simultaneously. Without a shred of hesitation, thirteen terrifying Auras shot into the sky, turning into thirteen streams of light, speeding toward the Human Race border.

The Yao Race had launched a full-scale war.

The Human Race border, the Shattered Star Void Belt.

This was the boundary line between the Human Race and the Yao Race, where broken star debris floated year-round, and spatial turbulence raged everywhere; it was inherently a dead zone.

And at this moment, this dead zone had become the front line of the war between the two races.

The Yao Race army arrived first. The thirteen Yao Emperors stood in the air at the very front, each radiating the terrifying Aura of a Peak Half-Emperor. The thirteen strands of Demonic Qi connected into one, turning into a massive blood-colored cloud in the starry sky, blocking the sun and sky, making it hard for people to breathe.

Behind them were a million Yao soldiers. Golden Winged Roc Race warriors circled high in the sky, Giant Elephant Race heavy armored soldiers stepped on the Void Realm to form square Formations, and Snake Race poison masters hid within the Formation, their fingertips wreathed in dark green poison mist. The Yao Race army, which stretched as far as the eye could see, was enough to make ordinary Cultivators tremble with its Aura alone.

Opposite, the Human Race troops had already finished forming their Formation.

Leading them were the nine Half-Emperors of the Human Race. Standing in the very center was Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, in a green robe, his face cold and stern, his eyes sharp as swords, his body surrounded by a thick, mysterious yellow Qi. He was the acknowledged leader of the Human Race.

To his left was Old Ancestor Ling Feng, a young, upright Half-Emperor wearing a white battle suit, holding a silver spear, his eyes bright and filled with high Battle Intent. He was the top Genius of the Human Race's new generation, with extremely strong combat power.

To the right of Old Ancestor Cang Xuan was the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation.

She stood there, seemingly incompatible with the entire starry sky.

In a plain white dress, her long hair simply tied up, without any superfluous decorations, yet she was peerlessly beautiful. Her face was so beautiful it did not seem Mortal, her temperament cold and otherworldly, and the faint Power of Reincarnation circulated around her. Even though she was right in front, she gave people a sense of being separated by countless years.

The remaining seven Half-Emperors each had their own Aura, standing in a row to block the very front of the Human Race army.

Behind them were the border garrison troops; their numbers were less than half that of the Yao Race, and their Aura was a notch weaker, but no one retreated. Everyone gripped their weapons, looking forward with firm eyes.

"Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, it has been thousands of years. You Human Race have occupied the most fertile core Star Domain; it is time to give it up." The leading Yao Emperor opposite spoke, his voice loud as thunder, shaking the surrounding star fragments until they trembled. "Today, all thirteen Emperors of my Yao Race have arrived; you only have nine people, and you want to block us?"

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan was expressionless, his voice cold as ice: "The Yao Race has invaded our border; they must be executed. If you want to step over the Human Race border, step over our corpses first."

"Stubborn and unyielding." The Yao Emperor sneered and waved his hand sharply: "Attack!"

The moment the words fell, the thirteen figures moved simultaneously.

Terrifying Demonic Qi exploded instantly, and their life-bound Yao weapons and innate Divine Abilities were all smashed toward the Human Race Formation.

The power of Law collided in the Void Realm, emitting a harsh roar. The surrounding space was directly shattered inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black spatial turbulence.

"Engage the enemy!"

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan shouted, and the nine Human Race Half-Emperors met them simultaneously.

In a battle of the Half-Emperor level, they went all out from the start.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng bore the brunt, shaking his silver spear. The tip of the spear erupted with blinding golden light, meeting the two Yao Emperors charging at the very front.

One was of the Tiger Clan, possessing infinite strength; the other was of the Eagle Clan, its speed so fast only afterimages remained. Yet, Old Ancestor Ling Feng showed no fear. He danced his long spear until it was airtight, layers of spear shadows manifesting. Fighting two opponents alone, he not only held his ground but instead pressed forward step by step, his sharpness forcing the two Yao Emperors to retreat repeatedly.

"Human Junior, you have some skill!" The Tiger Clan Yao Emperor roared, transforming into its true form—a hundred-foot-tall white tiger. It swiped down with a claw, the tip carrying the power to tear through the Void Realm.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng did not retreat but advanced instead. He held his long spear horizontally, channeling the full power of his Luck into the shaft, taking the strike head-on.

With a deafening "clang," a terrifying shockwave scattered in all directions, instantly turning the surrounding star fragments into dust.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng only swayed slightly, then backhanded his spear, thrusting it toward the white tiger's eye—fast and ruthless.

On the other side, Old Ancestor Cang Xuan faced two top-tier Yao Emperors, both ranked within the top three of the Thirteen Yao Emperors, possessing immense strength.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan formed seals with both hands, his Profound Qi transforming into a massive shield to block their joint attack. Simultaneously, he continuously cast Dharma seals to counterattack, the three of them locked in an inextricable battle, unable to determine a victor in the short term.

The most dazzling figure was the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation. Her movements were not fast, even leisurely, but with a light tap of her pale white finger, a ripple of the Power of Reincarnation spread outward.

The two Yao Emperors opposite her were clearly attacking with full force, yet their Moves fell before her as if sinking into a quagmire, their speed slowing down more and more, their power constantly being worn away.

The Power of Reincarnation coiled around their bodies, bit by bit devouring their vitality and cultivation base. The two Yao Emperors were in agony, barely able to hold on, unable to even get close to her.

The remaining seven Human Race Half-Emperors each faced a Yao Race Half-Emperor. Both sides were evenly matched, trading blows back and forth, the battle momentarily locked in a stalemate.

The ordinary battlefield below was even more tragic. The Yao soldiers, fearless of death, roared as they charged the Human Race's defensive fortifications. Human Race Cultivators gripped their swords, resisting desperately. The light from colliding Spells and Demonic Techniques rose and fell, with a large number of Cultivators and Yao soldiers falling every second, their corpses drifting away along the spatial turbulence.

Many Human Race Cultivators secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as they held out against this wave of attacks and waited for reinforcements from the rear, they could turn the tide.

But no one expected that the turning point would occur at the most critical moment of the battle.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng was in the heat of battle with the two Yao Emperors. He had completely suppressed his opponents, and it looked like he could heavily injure one of them within a few dozen Moves.

Just then, several urgent shouts came from behind him. "Fellow Daoist Ling Feng, save us! We can't hold on!"

Old Ancestor Ling Feng turned his head to glance and saw, not far away, three Human Race Half-Emperors being forced back step by step by their opponents. They were injured and looked extremely disheveled, retreating toward him with eyes full of pleas for help.

These three were all veteran Human Race Half-Emperors; though they were not close in daily life, they belonged to the same Human Race camp. Fighting side by side on the battlefield, it was impossible for Old Ancestor Ling Feng to stand by and watch them die.

He frowned, his silver spear fiercely forcing back the two Yao Emperors before him, and he turned around, intending to provide support.

But the moment he turned, the eyes of the three Human Race Half-Emperors, who had been fleeing in disarray, suddenly changed. The panic vanished without a trace, replaced by ruthlessness and coldness.

The three exchanged glances and, without a moment's hesitation, simultaneously circulated all their cultivation, concentrating their life's power into their palms and striking fiercely at Old Ancestor Ling Feng's back.

Three full-force strikes from Peak Half-Emperors, a close-range sneak attack, with tricky angles—it had been long premeditated. Old Ancestor Ling Feng had just turned around and had no time to react at all.

He didn't even have time to show an expression of shock before the three terrifying forces slammed solidly into his back.

"Pfft—" Old Ancestor Ling Feng violently spat out a large mouthful of golden blood, his body instantly knocked staggering forward a few steps.

The two Yao Emperors before him, as if they had long anticipated this, wore cruel smiles and struck simultaneously, a claw and a fist slamming fiercely into Old Ancestor Ling Feng's chest.

Attacked from front and back, besieged on all sides. Old Ancestor Ling Feng's Protective Aura shattered instantly, his sternum broke inch by inch, and the Meridians inside his body were shattered into pieces in an instant.

The silver spear in his hand dropped into the Void Realm with a "clang." His eyes turned blood-red, and a roar of extreme fury erupted from his throat. "Traitors! How dare you—"

He wanted to turn back, wanted to fight with his life, but his Primordial Spirit had already been shattered by the sneak attack. His vitality drained away like a tide, and he no longer even had the strength to lift a hand.

The three treacherous Half-Emperors stood expressionless, stepped forward, and delivered three more killing blows, directly shattering Old Ancestor Ling Feng's last trace of life.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng's body stiffened in the Void Realm, his eyes still wide open, filled with anger and unwillingness. The next second, his body began to shatter inch by inch, and together with his Primordial Spirit, it turned into sky-filling specks of light, dissipating into the Void Realm.

Old Ancestor Ling Feng, at the Half-Emperor Realm, died just like that, under the sneak attack of his own people. The entire scene fell into a momentary, deathly silence.

"Ling Feng!" Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's eyes were splitting, and he let out a roar, his voice filled with monstrous rage.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his Profound Qi surged wildly, wanting to rush over and tear those three traitors to pieces alive.

But how could the Yao Emperors opposite him give him the chance? The two Yao Emperors originally locked in combat with him immediately entangled him, and four more Yao Emperors pulled away to join in. Six Yao Emperors struck simultaneously, six terrifying attacks slamming toward Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, forcefully trapping him in place.

"Traitors! Scum of the Human Race!" Old Ancestor Cang Xuan trembled with rage, but the pressure of the siege by six Peak Half-Emperors was simply too great. He could only grit his teeth and defend, unable to even pull away.

On the other side, the situation of the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation was exactly the same. After killing Old Ancestor Ling Feng, the two Yao Emperors immediately pulled away. Adding the two originally fighting her, and two more that were transferred over, a total of six Yao Emperors surrounded the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation.

The three treacherous Human Race Half-Emperors had already retreated to the edge of the Yao Race camp, wearing cold sneers on their faces, coldly watching the Human Race side.

The pressure on the remaining four Human Race Half-Emperors increased sharply. Not only did they each have to face a Yao Emperor, but they also had to guard against sneak attacks from the side, quickly falling into a disadvantage. The battle instantly became one-sided. The Human Race went from barely holding even to falling directly into an absolute disadvantage.

The two core combatants were besieged by six Yao Emperors, the others could barely take care of themselves, and the defensive forces were being forced back step by step, with casualties growing larger and larger.

"Hahaha, Cang Xuan, do you see? This is your Human Race!" The lead Yao Emperor laughed, his tone full of mockery. "It has long been rotten from within. You still want to fight against our Yao Race? Today, none of you will be able to leave!"

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's face was ashen, and he did not say a word, only gritting his teeth to hold on. The pressure from the siege of six Yao Emperors was unimaginably great. His Protective Profound Qi had dimmed considerably, and he had added several wounds to his body, but he did not retreat a single step, blocking firmly in front. He knew very well that if he retreated, the Human Race army behind him would be completely finished.

Just when the situation was becoming increasingly critical, a cold, clear voice rang out. "Great Reincarnation Art—Six Paths Rotation."

It was the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation. She stood in the center of the siege by the six Yao Emperors, her plain white dress already stained with blood, her face paler than before, yet her eyes remained calm. She quickly formed seals with her hands, and the Void Realm behind her twisted violently as a huge phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation slowly emerged.

The Power of Reincarnation swept out like a tsunami, and the surrounding space began to rotate along with it. The expressions of the six Yao Emperors changed simultaneously, feeling as if their Primordial Spirits were about to be sucked into that Reincarnation passage.

"Not good! Retreat!" A Yao Emperor exclaimed, wanting to pull back, but it was already too late. The Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation tapped with her fingertip, and two strands of the Power of Reincarnation turned into chains, instantly coiling around the two closest Yao Emperors.

Those two Yao Emperors struggled desperately, their Demonic Qi fully unleashed, but they could not break the Reincarnation chains, and could only watch helplessly as they were pulled bit by bit toward the Reincarnation passage.

"No—!" Two shrill screams rang out, and the two Peak Half-Emperor Yao Emperors were directly swept into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The Power of Reincarnation shredded their Physical Bodies, extinguished their Primordial Spirits, leaving not even a scrap of residue behind.

One Move, killing two Yao Emperors. Her peerless figure stood in the Void Realm, the Power of Reincarnation flowing around her. Even stained with blood, she remained as ethereal as if she had walked out of a painting. The remaining four Yao Emperors surrounding her subconsciously took a few steps back, their eyes filled with deep wariness.

But the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation herself was not having an easy time. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her Aura was significantly weaker. Forcibly unleashing a full-force strike of the Great Reincarnation Art was extremely draining for her.

"Don't just stand there! She won't last long; attack together!" The lead Yao Emperor roared.

The remaining four Yao Emperors came to their senses and lunged again. On the other side, another Yao Emperor split off to provide support, and five Yao Emperors once again surrounded the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation. On Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's side, it remained a siege by six Yao Emperors.

Although he had also unleashed his trump card and heavily injured one of the Yao Emperors, his own injuries had worsened, and he could only barely stabilize the situation. Throughout the entire Shattered Star Void Belt, there were sounds of slaughter and screams everywhere. The Yao Race army pressed forward step by step, the Human Race defensive forces retreated continuously, and people died every second. Blood stained the Void Realm red, broken weapons and corpses drifted everywhere, as tragic as a living hell.

The Human Council Tournament was urgently halted. The communication jade talisman above the plaza suddenly lit up with a blinding red light. Immediately following, an emergency order spread throughout the entire Human Council and throughout the entire plaza.

"The border war is critical, the Yao Race has launched an all-out war, Half-Emperor Ling Feng has fallen, and the frontline forces are severely insufficient. Effective immediately, the Human Race Tournament is terminated. All participating Cultivators, regardless of their Realm, are to be conscripted into the military and proceed immediately to the Shattered Star Void Belt to support the frontline."

The order was short, but like a thunderclap, it exploded in the plaza. The entire place was silent for a few seconds, then erupted into discussion.

"What? The Yao Race has started a war?" "Lord Ling Feng has fallen? How is that possible! He is the strongest new-generation Half-Emperor of our Human Race!" "Is the frontline that critical? Even we have to go?"

The young Cultivators had varied expressions; some were panicked, some bewildered, while others gripped their weapons, their eyes slowly becoming firm.

On the high platform, several Human Council members had faces so grim they could drip water. They had already received more detailed battle reports and knew that three Half-Emperors at the frontline had defected, Ling Feng had died a tragic death, and Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation were besieged; the situation was already precarious.

"There is no time to delay," the lead council member said in a deep voice. "All eligible Cultivators, assemble immediately. The teleportation Formations have all been activated; proceed to the frontline in batches. Everyone remember, behind us is our home; there is no retreat."

No one argued, and no one shrank back. The young Geniuses who had been at daggers drawn on the competition stage just moments ago now stood together silently, organizing their weapons and Storage Pouches. The immaturity in their eyes faded significantly, replaced by a touch of killing intent.

Many of them had never experienced a real war, and many had not even reached the Half-Emperor Realm. Going to the frontline meant they were likely cannon fodder, but no one fled. Because they were the Human Race.

One after another, teleportation Formations lit up, golden light shooting into the sky. Batch after batch of young Cultivators set out on the road to the frontline. No one knew what awaited them, nor did anyone know if this war could be won. But everyone knew that on the frontline, people were fighting in a bloody battle, using their lives to block the footsteps of the Yao Race. They could not retreat, and there was nowhere left to retreat.

In the distant Shattered Star Void Belt, Old Ancestor Cang Xuan gripped his blood-dripping weapon, watching the Human Race Cultivators falling one after another beside him, watching the increasing number of Yao Race reinforcements in the distance, his eyes remaining firm. Not far away, the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation had the Power of Reincarnation still flowing around her; even as her injuries grew more severe, she had not a single shred of intention to retreat. Behind them were the countless living beings of the Human Race. Fight for the Human Race...

PS: The image is of Ying Yexue.