302: Chapter 302 The Realm of Ten Thousand Demons! The Changes in the East Sea: A Complex Situation!

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No mercy, no prisoners.

This was not just revenge, but a struggle for the survival space of their races.

The Human Race had occupied this continent for far too long, monopolizing the best Spiritual Veins and the most resources, even driving countless Yao Race Bloodlines to extinction.

Ten thousand years ago, they launched the War of Yao Extermination.

They withered the Yao Race Bloodlines and ensured that no Yao Monarchs remained alive on the continent.

Now, the Yao Race was going to take it all back with interest!

In just a few short days.

All four Protectorates of Ming Prefecture had fallen completely.

Hundreds of Mortal cities were reduced to ruins, tens of millions of Mortals became blood food, and hundreds of cultivation families and four Golden Core Sects were uprooted, their heritages completely severed...

Throughout the entire Ming Prefecture, not a single Cultivator's chanting could be heard anymore; only the rising and falling roars of beasts echoed among the mountains and ruins.

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Yunjian Mountain Range, Zixiao Peak.

Now, this place was no longer called the Yunjian Mountain Range. The demons had renamed it: Ten Thousand Demon Mountain!

They even called the entire Ming Prefecture: the Myriad Demon Domain!

They revered Zixiao Peak as the Ancestral Court of Myriad Demons for the Yao Race of the Xuanling Continent!

Shi Jian stood at the summit, his massive bear body bathed in lightning, with White Crane standing by his side. One crane and one bear, looking down upon this vast territory.

Dense blood qi and Demonic Qi blended together, forming a thick, blood-colored cloud over Ming Prefecture that refused to dissipate.

This great prefecture, which once belonged to the jurisdiction of the Shangqing Sect and was the most prosperous, had now completely transformed into a demon domain...

"Brother Shi, Ming Prefecture has been taken."

White Crane took a deep breath, feeling the wild aura unique to the Yao Race between heaven and earth, his eyes filled with delight.

"The Thirty-Six Tribes, the Five Bear Lineages, the Green Ape Branch, and the Coastal Aquatic Clan have all occupied the Spiritual Veins in various places to breed and multiply."

"This is only the first step."

Shi Jian's voice was deep as his dark-gold eyes looked toward the distant east.

There, the chaotic battle of the Nascent Soul old monsters was still ongoing, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was in complete disarray, even more so because of the actions of Shi Jian and his group.

This had caused the very nature of this war to change completely!

Originally, it was an internal conflict within the Human Race to destroy the Liang Kingdom.

But with the intervention of Shi Jian and his group of troublemakers, it had completely evolved into a racial struggle between the Human and Yao Races...

"The Human Race has dominated the Xuanling Continent for tens of thousands of years; their Foundation is far too deep."

"A single Ming Prefecture cannot satisfy the appetite of the Yao Race, nor can it shake the Foundation of the Human Race. The West Sea Flood Dragons have surely seen through the situation."

"Right now is the best opportunity to completely sever the Foundation of the Qingcang Kingdom!"

"This war must continue to burn."

"In a few more days, once we have completely cleared out the remaining human resistance lingering in the Demon Domain, it will be time for our race to campaign outward."

"Brother Shi is truly a master strategist!" White Crane laughed heartily, a flash of delight in his eyes, feeling increasingly close to Shi Jian.

Hearing this, Shi Jian looked toward the distant sky and said disdainfully, "Next, we will just sit on this Ten Thousand Demon Mountain and watch how the Human Race cleans up this mess."

"Whether they continue to fight, or if there will be new developments..."

Shi Jian secretly calculated in his heart. Now that the trend had been established and the Demon Domain had been founded,

on the chessboard of the Xuanling Continent, a black piece belonging to the Yao Race had finally been placed.

And this piece would completely upend the leverage of the entire game. When the human Nascent Souls looked back, they would inevitably face an unmanageable, disastrous mess.

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At the shores of the East Sea, blood dyed the horizon red.

Within the blockade of the Void Realm, after days of bloody battle, they had finally reached the point of exhaustion.

True Monarch Zhaohuo of the Taiqing Sect had lost an arm, his face deathly pale. The Eight Trigrams Pill Furnace beneath his feet was covered in cracks, its pill fire dim.

"Shangqing Sect, Eight-Clawed Yao Clan!"

"Very well, I, Taiqing, shall remember today's grudge!"

True Monarch Zhaohuo bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood fell into the Pill Furnace, suddenly exploding into a blinding burst of blood-red firelight. The firelight forcibly burned through True Monarch Yuanshang's [A Line of Heaven] blockade.

True Monarch Zhaohuo transformed into a streak of blood, fleeing into the Void Realm without looking back, escaping in panic.

He did not dare to stay any longer, fearing that he too would fall here.

With Zhaohuo's escape, the pressure fell entirely on the two True Monarchs, Haoran and Tongyou.

True Monarch Haoran's earthy yellow Daoist robe was shredded, his Physical Body shriveled, and his Immortal Foundation [Vast Expanse of Earth] was beaten to the point of nearly shattering.

True Monarch Tongyou was in an even worse state; half of his body had been corroded to bone, and only a bare pole remained of his Soul-Summoning Banner.

"Haoran, we have lost."

True Monarch Tongyou's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with Death Qi.

"The Foundation of the Liang Kingdom is ruined in an instant." True Monarch Haoran laughed miserably toward the sky.

In front of them, the Eight-Clawed Demon King, in the form of a bald elder, was also panting heavily, five of his eight tentacles severed and extremely difficult to regenerate.

Beside him, the dark-red Demon King had no breath left, his massive corpse floating on the sea surface, burned to a crisp by the backlash of his own blue blazing sun.

The Eight-Clawed Clan had likewise lost a Middle Stage Nascent Soul!

"Kill them!" the bald elder roared.

True Monarch Yuanshang's face was pale, with a bloody hole piercing clean through his chest.

He forced himself to wave his folding fan, forcing his Immortal Foundation [A Line of Heaven] to exert its power once more, crisscrossing spatial rifts cutting off True Monarch Haoran's retreat.

True Monarch Tongming manipulated cloud-qi blades, which penetrated everywhere, continuously slicing at True Monarch Tongyou's broken body and extinguishing his vitality.

"Let's go together!"

A flash of madness crossed True Monarch Haoran's eyes as he grabbed True Monarch Tongyou, and the remaining Nascent Soul True Essence in their bodies instantly reversed.

A destructive aura erupted with a bang.

Two Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators self-detonated at the same time.

Blinding white light swallowed tens of thousands of miles in an instant, evaporating the seawater and completely severing the Earth Veins beneath the seabed.

The light dissipated.

Haoran and Tongyou were reduced to nothingness, and with this, all the Old Ancestors of the three Liang Kingdom Sects had fallen.

The bald elder spat out a mouthful of black blood, his remaining three tentacles completely blown to pieces, and his aura plummeted to rock bottom.

He stared fixedly into the distance at Yuanshang and Tongming, who had also been sent flying by the shockwave. His eyes were filled with wariness, and in the end, he let out a cold snort, dragging his battered body into the deep sea.

True Monarch Yuanshang crashed heavily onto the sea surface, his folding fan slipping from his hand. He spat out three large mouthfuls of blood, his breath faint, and his life force nearly extinguished.

True Monarch Tongming's only remaining hand grabbed Yuanshang, and rolling cloud-qi wrapped around them.

"Go! We must return to the Sect first!"

True Monarch Tongming's voice was urgent; he was also heavily injured and could barely hold on.

The East Sea battle ended in an extremely tragic manner: Zhaohuo of Taiqing fled, the Old Ancestors of the three Liang Kingdom Sects were completely wiped out, the Sea Race lost one king, and Yuanshang and Tongming of Shangqing were heavily injured and on the verge of death.

The situations of the four sides varied, and it could only be considered a draw.

Except for the three Sects of the Liang Kingdom, there were no winners, but no one else had lost either.

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Deep within the Qingcang Kingdom, high up in the sky.

True Monarch Ziyang panted heavily, his Purple-Gold Treasure Cauldron dim. He stared fixedly at Great Lord Ao Qin in front of him; after fighting for these past few days, he had finally sensed that something was wrong.

Great Lord Ao Qin and the other two Flood Dragons had no intention of fighting to the death at all.

They did not seek to kill the enemy, only to trap them.

Every time Ziyang tried to break through, Great Lord Ao Qin would cast [Boundless Sea] to hold him back. Once Ziyang used his trump cards, Great Lord Ao Qin would immediately retreat.

"Great Lord Ao Qin! What on earth do you want!"

True Monarch Ziyang roared, already furious beyond measure.

Great Lord Ao Qin, transformed into a dragonman, had several more sword scars on his dark-gold dragon scales, but he laughed extremely merrily and said mockingly:

"Ziyang, you brat, have you still not figured it out?"

Great Lord Ao Qin pointed to the distance. The heartland of the Qingcang Kingdom was already riddled with holes, countless Spiritual Veins severed, and cities reduced to ruins.

"This monarch said he would collect interest."

Cunning flashed in Great Lord Ao Qin's vertical pupils. "You human Nascent Souls are beating each other's brains out in the East Sea and within the Liang Kingdom."

"This monarch is holding you back precisely to sever the Foundation of your Shangqing Sect."

"And also, to buy some time for that newly ascended Demon King."

True Monarch Ziyang's face turned ashen.

He suddenly turned his head and looked toward the land of Feng Prefecture in the south...

In the direction of Feng Prefecture, the auras of True Monarch Ziyan and the other three were likewise being firmly suppressed by four Flood Dragons. The Sea Race was playing Tai Chi!

Using seven Nascent Souls, they had forcefully pinned the six Nascent Souls of the Shangqing Sect inside the Qingcang Kingdom, preventing them from freeing themselves.

"Could it be that your Sea Race is in collusion with that newly ascended Demon King?"

True Monarch Ziyang gritted his teeth and questioned sharply.

"The Yao Race is united as one; how can you call it collusion? Destroying you humans is only natural. What's more, this Xuanling has been a land of demons since ancient times."

"You are the invaders!"

Great Lord Ao Qin sneered, "Ziyang, the battle over at the East Sea should have reached a conclusion by now. I just don't know if you want to continue fighting."

True Monarch Ziyang's heart sank. The situation of the East Sea battle was complex.

With the Sea Race, the three Sects of the Liang Kingdom, Taiqing, and Shangqing intertwined, whoever won in the East Sea would have the opportunity to influence the battle within the Liang Kingdom.

But now, it seemed the East Sea was a draw...

The outcome remained a fifty-fifty split.

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