In just one month, all the survivors from the Central Divine Land and the Western Regions were relocated to the territory of Demon Province. The reason they were able to move so quickly was due in no small part to the Floating Cloud Merchant Association’s immense wealth—it provided nearly twenty Cloud-Piercing Shuttles.
Combined with the various treasures supplied by the major forces, they were able to complete the migration in a mere month.
After arriving in Demon Province, the surviving mortals were settled within a radius of ten thousand miles around the Demon Sect. As for the major forces, they established defensive lines beyond that ten-thousand-mile radius.
The major forces had brought out all their resources, practically arming the entirety of Demon Province.
Meanwhile, the six remaining Quasi-Emperor experts of the alien race had shown no sign of movement over the past month. They had withdrawn into the Eastern Region, where no one knew what they were planning.
On the Xuanhuang Realm’s side, apart from Puxuan, a peak Saint King who had entered the Time Tower to cultivate in seclusion, several late-stage Saint Kings were also preparing to enter seclusion and attempt to break through to the peak Saint King realm.
Although even a peak Saint King could not defeat a Quasi-Emperor of the alien race, they would at least be qualified to participate in the battle.
As for the remaining Saint Realm cultivators, they were responsible for maintaining the various formations and defensive treasures. They patrolled Demon Province at all times to prevent the alien race from launching a surprise attack.
In addition, the demon race had sent twenty Saint Realm demon experts to reinforce them and stand alongside the Xuanhuang Realm through thick and thin.
“Big Brother Tianxiao! I’ve come to help too!”
“Big Brother! We’re not too late, are we?”
Huang Xiaoyao and Ao Dalong were both among the demon race’s reinforcements, led by their brother-in-law, Feng Jiu.
The Ten Thousand Mountains and the Chaotic Star Sea had each sent ten Saint Realm demon experts to lend their aid.
Seeing Huang Xiaoyao and the others, Mo Tianxiao was somewhat surprised. “Why have you come? Don’t the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Chaotic Star Sea need defending?”
No matter how powerful the Sky-Piercing Divine Tree was, it could only protect the core region of the Ten Thousand Mountains. It was impossible for all the demons of the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Chaotic Star Sea to hide within their respective core regions, was it?
Still, it was not entirely impossible. The Ten Thousand Mountains covered an immense area, and if the demons all assumed human form, gathering them in the core region would not be unfeasible.
Huang Xiaoyao patted her chest. “Don’t worry, Big Brother Tianxiao. Last time, two Quasi-Emperors of the alien race trespassed into the core region of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Grandpa Divine Tree beat one of them to death. Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare come to the Ten Thousand Mountains looking for death.”
Ao Dalong also spoke excitedly. “The Chaotic Star Sea may not have foundations as powerful as those of the Ten Thousand Mountains, but it is vast and boundless. The many sea demons can hide in the remote depths of the ocean. With so few people on the alien race’s side, it would be impossible for them to find us.
“Besides, Senior Sun told us that Big Brother managed to trick the alien race and make them lose several Quasi-Emperors. I imagine their top priority right now is finding a way to eliminate Big Brother, so they have no time to concern themselves with other places.
“Rather than hiding in the Chaotic Star Sea, we might as well come and lend Big Brother a hand!”
After hearing the two of them, Mo Tianxiao nodded thoughtfully. “That works too.”
Although ordinary Saint Realm cultivators would not have much impact on the overall battle, their presence could at least boost morale. At present, Demon Province had gathered more than ninety percent of the Xuanhuang Realm’s Saint Realm experts—over a hundred in total.
Most of them were ordinary Saints, while only a little more than twenty were Saint Kings. Although they were still no more than ants before Quasi-Emperors, when countless ants rose in fury, even Quasi-Emperors would have to treat them with some caution.
In the previous battle, the sheer determination shown by several Saint-King peak experts when they self-detonated had already made one thing clear: the Xuanhuang Realm was not lacking in cultivators with backbone. If they were pushed to the brink, they could simply choose to take everyone down with them. There was always the art of self-destruction, after all.
Of course, unless things reached a truly desperate point, there was no need to resort to such extreme measures. At present, the Xuanhuang Realm had four Quasi-Emperors. Although they were outnumbered by the alien race, the difference was not particularly great.
The alien race had only six Quasi-Emperor experts left, along with an estimated ten thousand or so human traitors who had fled. Such forces were nowhere near enough to make the Demon Province wary at this point.
The Xuanhuang Realm currently had three Saint-King peak cultivators who had already touched the threshold of the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Once all three successfully broke through, the situation would be completely reversed. None of the alien race’s six Quasi-Emperors would have any hope of surviving.
At the thought of this, Mo Tianxiao finally relaxed completely. If he were one of the aliens, this was not the time to be thinking about invading the Xuanhuang Realm. Instead, he should find somewhere to hide and quietly wait for the countdown to end before slipping away from this troubled place.
However, the Shamo Clan would never think that way, nor would they give up so easily. If the alien race’s ambitions had amounted to nothing more than this, they would never have been able to dominate a region of the cosmic starry sky and become a force that humanity feared.
In a remote area of the Eastern Region.
“Young Master, the situation is unfavorable for our Shamo Clan. Should we continue with the invasion plan?”
A Quasi-Emperor of the alien race questioned Moke.
It had taken several months for the injured Quasi-Emperors to recover. Now, they had gathered together once more. In addition to them, there were also four or five Saint-realm alien cultivators who had successfully escaped, as well as more than ten thousand human traitors.
Every human cultivator wore an expression of regret. They had originally believed the Shamo Clan to be overwhelmingly powerful, but who could have imagined that in such a short time, the clan would be reduced to only six Quasi-Emperors, while the Xuanhuang Realm would instead be surging with momentum and showing signs of defeating the alien race?
If Heaven gave them another chance to choose, perhaps they would not have chosen to become the alien race’s lackeys.
But if they had not become lackeys, they might already be dead by now.
Since they were going to die either way, they might as well die with their heads held high.
Moke looked at the members of the Shamo Clan and the disappointed expressions on the faces of the many humans. An inexplicable fury began to rise within him.
“It’s nothing more than a slightly larger ant-world. Since when has my Shamo Clan ever been toyed with by a minor world to this extent?”
If they had not been afraid of the sword in that damned boy’s hands, how could they have lost so many Quasi-Dao Entry experts?
“Huangfu Yunteng! Get over here! Didn’t you say that two Quasi-Emperors would be enough to exhaust the Demon Sect’s trump card? Then why do they still have four Quasi-Dao Entry experts?”
The more Moke thought about it, the angrier he became. He summoned Huangfu Yunteng before him and glared at him.
Although he knew that Huangfu Yunteng was not primarily responsible for the current situation, Moke was furious and needed someone to vent his anger on.
Huangfu Yunteng’s face was ashen. His body trembling slightly, he stepped forward and said, “My lord, I never expected them to still have four Quasi-Emperor experts in reserve. By all rights, they shouldn’t have been able to recover their cultivation so quickly.”
“However, I can guarantee that all four of those old fellows are approaching the end of their lifespans. Their combat strength is certainly insufficient to contend with the Quasi-Emperors of the Shamo Clan.
“And besides... this subordinate suspects that the Demon Sect never had any trump card at all!”
Huangfu Yunteng had also taken part in the battle to invade the Central Province. The aura radiating from Mo Tianxiao’s sword had been astonishing, yet he had always felt that something was off—an indescribable sense of incongruity.
The alien races had fled too quickly for him to give it much thought, so he had simply followed them in retreat. But now that he thought about it, he still felt that something was wrong.
“Oh? Do you have any evidence? I personally experienced the pressure emanating from that sword. The aura it carried was unquestionably the Laws of the Sword Dao! How could it possibly be fake?” Moke countered.
“My lord, I know the Demon Sect Master’s vengeful nature very well. If he truly had a hidden trump card capable of killing us, then with several lords present that day, how could he have taken half a day to unleash it?
“What kind of trump card would require such a long time to prepare? Wouldn’t that simply give the enemy an opportunity to strike back?”
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
