noveldepot Chapter 747 379: Myriad Clones, Aeon in the Sky_1
Chapter 747 379: Myriad Clones, Aeon in the Sky_1
The news broke, causing an immediate uproar.
The Holy Lands represent the highest and most supreme existence in the Nine Heavens. Each one is a beacon of hope and a foundation of the Human Race—could they actually choose to rebel and collude with the Demon Race?
When countless cultivators heard this news for the first time, they felt as if the sky had collapsed.
"Urgent report!"
"The Tianxuan Holy Land has also rebelled! The traitorous cultivators have crossed the Tianxing Sea and are now assaulting the Tianquan Realm!"
"In the Colorless Sky, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss has suddenly erupted with Demonic Qi, leading the Myriad Buddhas Realm in an assault!"
"The Myriad Demon Tomb Garden is in upheaval! The Holy Land disciples stationed there have been slaughtered!"
...
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly; bad news arrived one after another.
The Devil Race had rebelled.
The Dragon Clan had rebelled.
The Phoenix Clan had rebelled.
The Yu Clan had rebelled.
Across the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, almost all the major Ancient Clans had taken a stand against the Human Race.
The Yaoguang Holy Land fell into a long, dead silence. Gasps of shock rose and fell in succession.
"What... what are they trying to do?"
"This has been planned for a long time. It must be premeditated!"
...
DONG!
DONG!
The Ancient Bell sounded nine times, its deafening peal making heaven and earth tremble. Numerous divine rainbows appeared in the firmament, filling the sky with rosy light. Figures emerged atop the high mountains, overlooking the disciples below—it was none other than the Lord of Yaoguang and the other leaders!
"A million years ago, when our Human Race's ancient sages established the Holy Lands, they took it upon themselves to protect all beings under heaven! Now that treacherous evil has emerged and fiends have returned, what must we, as cultivators, do?"
The voice was loud and resounding, echoing like thunder from on high and vibrating through the entire Holy Land.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Below, the disciples roared in unison, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens and scattering the gathering clouds.
The battle began very suddenly. The vast majority of people were unprepared, but it didn't matter. War would teach everyone!
BOOM!
A colossal beam of light, unimaginable in size, shot up from within the Yaoguang Holy Land. It burst forth into the heavens, incredibly dazzling, as it emitted hundreds of millions of runes that spread to every corner of the Yaoguang Heavenly Realm.
Those runes were immensely profound, absorbing the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth, constantly evolving and expanding. One became two, two became three, multiplying to infinity. Soon, they formed a massive celestial dome that enshrouded the entire Yaoguang Heavenly Realm.
How vast was the Yaoguang Heavenly Realm? Even for a powerhouse who could traverse the void, crossing from one end to the other would take countless years. For such a vast distance to be completely enveloped by a great formation, it was hard to imagine the power of this array.
On the ground, innumerable cultivators looked up, witnessing this spectacle. A thought arose in their hearts. Is this the true power of a Holy Land? Such a formation is simply terrifying!
For a moment, everyone felt a bit more confident about this sudden war.
...
However, they had overlooked one thing.
The Holy Lands were indeed powerful. But the adversaries they faced were also of the Holy Land level.
There were a total of seven Holy Lands in the Nine Heavens. Two of them had chosen to rebel.
Furthermore, although the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and the Myriad Demon Tomb Garden were not Holy Lands, they were entities on the same level, reigning supreme within their own Celestial Realms with equally terrifying foundations.
These were the most powerful forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, yet now, they had sided with the enemy. Add to that the daunting hordes of demons, and it was clear the Human Race did not possess the slightest advantage.
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"The methods we possess, they possess as well!"
"This war is destined to be brutal!"
Within the grand hall of the Holy Land, a group of high-ranking members looked grim. At their level of cultivation, divination and prediction had become almost instinctual. But no matter how they calculated, the odds of victory seemed slim.
"No matter how brutal, we must fight!"
Suddenly, a few young people walked in from outside the hall. The leader was a youth in black, holding a golden war spear. His eyes were filled with resolute fighting spirit, and he carried an extraordinary bearing.
The Lord of Yaoguang fixed his eyes on the black-clad youth and asked thoughtfully, "And who might you be?"
With a calm expression, Ye Guhong gestured with his hand.
On the highest peak of the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Ancient Bronze Bell, which for countless years had been considered one of the Holy Land's greatest treasures, suddenly began to glow. It soared into the sky, its surface teeming with innumerable runes that transformed into images of birds, fish, insects, and the celestial constellations. Finally, it shrank to the size of a palm and landed in his hand.
"The Mountain and River Bell has acknowledged a master?"
"How is this possible?"
"This item is the personal life-bound treasure of Heavenly Venerable Gou Chen, a genuine Heavenly Venerate artifact! Could he be..."
Only the Lord of Yaoguang showed a look of sudden, joyous surprise in his eyes. He immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands, and said, "Congratulations on the Heavenly Venerate's return!"
The others also understood. Overjoyed, they all exclaimed, "Congratulations on the Heavenly Venerate's return!"
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As everyone had surmised, the war was destined to be brutal.
On one battlefield, endless divine lights streaked across the sky, colliding and annihilating one another as they entwined with Demonic Qi. Fighting was everywhere. The world rumbled, and in a single instant, tens of thousands of lives were extinguished. A terrifying, murderous aura swept across the entire starry sky as blazing light tore bodies and limbs apart. Blood splattered everywhere in a gruesome display.
Just then, a human figure radiating intense killing intent charged into the demonic horde. He darted about like lightning; with each lift of his hand, he unleashed countless ancient runes, and few demons could withstand a single blow. He fought with explosive power, often tearing Great Demons apart with his bare hands. Vortexes appeared all over his body, devouring the flesh and Demonic Qi of the demons to replenish his own energy.
Wherever he passed, the demons could not help but retreat. On the densely packed battlefield, the area around him was like a no-man's-land.
"Die!"
A Demon Emperor spotted this scene. His pitch-black wings beat, and he descended like lightning, spewing black Demonic Light from his mouth that seemed to carry the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Seeing this, the humanoid figure did not dodge or evade. A wicked smile played on his lips as he threw a punch. Terrifying purple ripples swept out, forming a heaven-devouring vortex that sucked the Demon Emperor in whole.
"What Divine Skill is this?"
Everyone trembled and quickly moved away. Such a technique was too terrifying; even those not nearby felt their skin crawl, their hearts weighed down by an immense pressure.
"Who is that man?"
In the distance, a Human Race general overseeing the battle noticed the scene, a look of astonishment on his face.
Behind him, a young cultivator flipped through a booklet. Densely packed golden characters flickered across its pages until finally, a name appeared.
"His name is Wang Tianyi. Previously... he seemed to be a rogue cultivator? His cultivation is at the Three Calamities Earth Immortal level."
"A rogue cultivator?" The middle-aged general was surprised. "Keep a close eye on him. This man is extraordinary!"
"Yes!"
「Deep within a valley」
The sound of metal clanging echoed without end. A cold stream flowed through the valley. Countless craftsmen and Artifact Refiners surrounded a massive, unfinished device, continuously hammering, polishing, and inscribing runes upon it.
Halfway up the mountain stood a huge stone platform. A young man in plain clothes sat cross-legged upon it, a brush in hand, swiftly writing and drawing on a piece of paper before him.
"Master Wang!"
An old man with white hair approached him, his face filled with respect. He handed over a blueprint. "Could I trouble you to take a look? Will this do?"
The young man looked up, glanced at it, and without a second thought, picked up his brush and circled a spot on the blueprint. "Remove this part."
Having said that, he lowered his head and continued his work. The old man beside him, however, stared at the circled area for a long while, his brow furrowed in deep thought. After a long time, he finally had an epiphany and exclaimed in admiration, "Brilliant, simply brilliant!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the young man before him frowned.
The elder quickly realized his mistake. He clapped a hand over his mouth, gave an awkward, apologetic smile, and respectfully departed so as not to disturb him further.
In the distance, several young Artifact Refiners watched this scene, marveling inwardly. Gathered here were the most outstanding Artifact Refiners and Artificers from the entire Yaoguang Heavenly Realm. Grandmaster Zong was a legendary figure in his own right, with countless disciples and superb skills, who had been personally invited by the Holy Land. Yet, after arriving here, he had been thoroughly humbled by the master who called himself Wang Yibo. The man's ingenious ideas and formidable skills left them all in awe. Before long, Grandmaster Zong had practically become his apprentice, often seeking his guidance.
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Perhaps it is true that trying times create heroes.
In the time that followed, legendary figures of unprecedented talent began to emerge on the major battlefields.
In the Tianquan Holy Land, a Way of Formations grandmaster named Wang Fatian appeared. His mastery of formations was terrifyingly profound, enough to stir heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep. In his first act, he stabilized the crumbling great formation protecting the Tianquan Realm, rescuing the world from the brink of disaster and preventing its immediate fall.
Subsequently, he pioneered powerful formations such as the "Nine Heavens Milky Way Great Formation," the "Twelve Luo Immortal Great Formation," and the "Ten Thousand Immortals Exterminating Demons Formation." Using these, he successively killed over a hundred Demon Lords and dozens of Demon Emperors on the battlefield, as well as more than a dozen Sky Demon Emperors.
「In the Tianji Realm」
A Divine Doctor named Wang Simiao appeared. With his astounding Creation Divine Skill, he saved countless soldiers and cultivators who were so gravely injured they had been left for dead. Bringing the dead back to life and regenerating flesh on bone were trivial matters for him. Most importantly, no matter how severe the internal injuries, no matter the corrosion from Demonic Qi, Devil Force, or any other strange Mana, Wang Simiao could work miracles. His healing touch was immediate and thorough.
He also taught classes at the front-line medical tents, instructing all physicians and apothecaries in Divine Skills and techniques for healing and saving lives. He recorded all his knowledge on Jade Slips, which were printed into booklets and distributed freely to the world.
「In the Yaoguang Domain's Heaven Dao Academy」
A new Teacher arrived. He called himself Wang Shouren. With a handsome, elegant appearance and a humble, polite demeanor, he was not only exceedingly proficient in the Confucian path taught by the Academy, but even the current Headmaster once said that Shouren's learning was no less profound than his own.
He remained at the Academy for a hundred years, teaching batch after batch of students. Then, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there.
It wasn't until decades later, when a renegade Heavenly Immortal who had overcome twenty Heavenly Tribulations led his entire force to surrender at the front line, that people learned the truth. In those years after leaving the Academy, Wang Shouren had gone to the most perilous front lines. He used his teachings to try to enlighten the traitorous cultivators, to reawaken their conscience so they would stop slaughtering their own people.
No one knew how he did it. But the fact was, he succeeded.
More and more similar incidents occurred. There were even cases where, before a battle could even begin, the enemy commander would repent and take his own life before his troops. The remaining renegade cultivators, filled with regret, were all willing to accept punishment and atone for their sins through meritorious deeds. On the battlefield, they fought as if they had a death wish, charging at those who were once "their own people," as if desperately trying to earn redemption.
One of their armies even took the name "Shouren." After countless life-or-death battles on the front lines, it climbed the ranks step by step to become one of the ten most famous armies in the Human Race alliance.
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Time rolled on.
A thousand years passed. The war cycle went from white-hot intensity to calm, and from that calm to a new climax. In that millennium, the number of lives lost to the war was beyond count.
But thankfully, in the end, the Human Race saw victory.