Heart Survey

Chapter 2782 Any glimmer of hope is a sign of weakness.

"What are you howling about!"

Lu Ximing plunged his sword into the Thorn God's cage, severing the so-called "urgent report" that resounded across the battlefield and shook the morale of the army at Ji Yumin's throat.

She brandished her sword, sending petals flying everywhere: "Can you win a victory with your words if you can't win it on the battlefield?!"

The sword struck like the blazing sun chasing snow, and many demons breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous battle reports were earth-shattering and left them completely bewildered, but it turned out to be just Ji Yumin's nonsense and a tactic to mislead the enemy!
Only Lu Ximing himself did not relax.

Lu Zhi and Zhu Yi, who were fiercely attacking Ji Yumin, also looked solemn.

The divine will chains entangled by the three supreme demon race beings were already incredibly heavy, their innermost thoughts causing them to sag like iron chains.

Lu Zhi transformed himself into Ji Yumin's "heart knot," a desire for Ji Yumin's annihilation, in order to capture Ji Yumin.

But now his own inner turmoil was hard to ease—he understood that Ji Yumin wasn't just spouting nonsense. The veracity of this matter didn't even need verification, because at this moment, with the Demon Emperor lured to Shenxiao, and them massively mobilizing troops to annihilate the main force of Jing Kingdom… what Ji Yumin said was entirely possible.

Since this matter is possible, Jing Kingdom has no reason not to do it, and no reason not to do it!

This knot in the heart of the ancient imperial city, which affects the fate of the entire demon race, is a worry that Lu Zhi cannot untie, and it also directly affects the stability of the "Thorn God's Cage".

His genius creation was indeed ingenious, and this unprecedented spell did indeed fulfill its mission... but it also failed because of its uniqueness.

Ji Yumin, this old thing who has survived for four thousand years, saw the vital point at a glance and cut the key with his words.

Bound by "heart knots," and also freed from the net by "heart knots."

With a piece of news that would surely shake the demon race, the cage of intent was directly activated! Like a tiger breaking free of its cage or a dragon unlocking its jade lock, the accumulated divine intent of four thousand years surged forth, shattering the divine intent cage in one fell swoop.

Ji Yumin raised his large hand and blocked Lu Ximing's thin sword, letting the sword pierce through his palm!

This hand, weathered by time, had palm lines that moved like dragons, coalescing into a Bagua (eight trigrams) – the wound inflicted by Lu Ximing's Divine Incense Sword was powerful enough to pierce through the very essence of the pinnacle, spreading like red branches in spring. But it was contained within this Bagua palm line, like a red plum blossom in a vase.

His hand moved along the blade, and amidst the sound of the blade cutting through his finger bones, he reached directly onto the guard, gripped it tightly with his five fingers, turning the guard into molten iron, and seized Lu Ximing's hand.

The molten iron flowed onto the demon's body, making a sizzling sound.

Lu Ximing leaped away in a phantom retreat, like a swarm of butterflies dancing in the sky, while Ji Yumin pursued each phantom, following it like a shadow.

Spider-Eyed's puppet strings held him back, making his movements stiff and unable to move forward... But he tightened the puppet strings. The puppet strings snapped and cracked, crushing Lu Ximing's finger bones!

Everyone says that the Minister of the Imperial Clan Court of the Great Jing Empire is "cautious but bordering on cowardly." People say that Ji Yusu is dead but he is still alive, praising his knowledge of health preservation, with a hint of disdain.

But at this moment, he was fighting desperately, his eyes practically bloodshot.

Pink miasma flew out of Lu Ximing's body, while Ji Yumin simultaneously pulled out tendons from the back of his hand, wrapping them around Lu Ximing several times to bind him tightly.

But then one hears the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, and the blood vessels disappear.

Lu Ximing's limbs remained free, but her floral miasma could not escape, remaining locked within her skin. This caused her entire body to turn crimson, as if blood were about to burst forth—

This is called "Dragon and Tiger Locking the Dust Bag"!
Ji Yumin was not only skilled at extracting the tendons of others to make ropes, but he also treated himself the same way, never wasting a single part of his body that could be used to make magical artifacts.

He held Lu Ximing's crushed hand, using the tendons to bind her, pulled her in front of him, and swung her like a meteor hammer, smashing her hard at the approaching Lu Zhi.

Lu Ximing, despite his many tricks up his sleeve, was constantly frustrated.

Praised for her ability to overcome obstacles, she launched the final offensive, only to be repeatedly thwarted. In the end, she herself was used as a weapon, which was a disgrace.

At this moment, she was caught in a dilemma, facing Lu Zhi. If Lu Zhi avoided her, he would miss his chance; if he protected her, he would be bound. He was caught in a difficult situation.

How could this be?!
Lu Ximing raised his sword with his intact hand and dissected himself, destroying his demonic body and tearing apart his skin.

The miasma binding the flower, bound by the dragon and tiger meridians, suddenly exploded, revealing the noble and beautiful celestial demon's body as if it had been sliced ​​open with a knife—

In Lu Ximing's bloodshot eyes, Lu Zhi saw a resolute determination.

Without hesitation, he shattered Lu Ximing's Dao body, thus overcoming this obstacle, and slew Ji Yumin with his blade!

Benedict!
When the knife is used to cut the face, it is as if the knife is falling onto an anvil.

The blade sliced ​​through Ji Yumin's facial bones, the sound unusually low.

They pierced through the surface, penetrating three-tenths of the skull, but failed to completely split the head open.

The blood on his face flowed into the hollow, and the blood foam soaked into his throat, making his voice hoarse and stained, as if it were soaked in the coldness of a secluded spring.

"If you imitate me, how can you truly know me?"

His pale yellow, cloudy eyes looked at Lu Zhi, who was suspended in mid-air, through the blood-red curtain. The sharp light that shot out in that instant made Lu Zhi feel as if he had fallen into a cold cellar.

"You can't truly grow without experiencing pain."

His left hand shot out like lightning and pressed directly onto Lu Zhi's face.

Snap! With a sharp twist of his right hand, he tore open the tendons in his own flesh, snapping them in two—

This hand, like a hammer, smashed the broken sword directly into Lu Zhi's temple.

"Did you really learn it...?"

"Young man!"

Like a stringed instrument snapping repeatedly, the puppet threads that kept growing on Ji Yumin's body kept breaking!

The interplay of the meridians and threads at the pinnacle of power is like a melody whose soulmate is nowhere to be found.

At this moment, those eyes had told Lu Zhi without reservation—

Of the three demons, he was the easiest to kill. Ji Yumin had been eyeing his life and was using him as a breakthrough point.

Thinking they've mastered the art of dealing with people, they're actually far from having paid enough tuition.

From food for demons to rulers of the heavens, the human race is not as great as they claim, but it is far beyond all narrow-minded imaginations.

In the past, when the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord wielded his sword across the heavens, Lu Zhiyong ascended to the summit, fearless of death, believing himself to have passed the test. He had always considered himself extraordinary.

Why should they suffer such humiliation in a life-or-death battle?

What was truly humiliating was that he had no power to refute it!

At that moment, he had a multitude of thoughts, but only one thing was truly clear: a spider's shadow.

A tiny spider, about half a finger long and carved from jade, appeared in Lu Zhi's eyes.

Just as Ji Yumin shattered the sword with his palm and pierced the demon's skull, the jade spider split open. As if struck by a sword, a crack appeared on its abdomen, and countless spider silk burst forth... weaving into a web of cause and effect.

Years ago, Zhu Yi observed the Dao of Cause and Effect through Zhu Lanruo's "Orchid Cause and Fragrance Fruit" and secretly cultivated diligently, gaining considerable insights. After years of concealing these insights, he now used them to save Lu Zhi from a desperate situation.

This web of cause and effect held up the broken sword that Ji Yumin had struck, preventing it from piercing the entire demon's skull.

Furthermore, a puppet thread, resembling a white ribbon emerging from the sea, leaped into the air and suddenly pulled Lu Zhi's Dao body far away.

The elegant gentleman is no longer here.

All that remained was a splatter of blood and a few specks of murky white and reddish brain matter, like dirty ink spilled across the sky!

Whoops! Whoops!
Lu Zhi, who had escaped with his life, was panting heavily and still in shock.

Death is not so scary.

But Ji Yumin, revealing his ferocity, did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries, and in just a few rounds, he had severely injured Lu Ximing and almost killed him.

This was a battle situation he had never imagined.

And how many places in the entire Shenxiao battlefield were there that he "never imagined"?

……

The military report that Ji Yumin loudly proclaimed was fake!
Qi Guan should be absolutely certain of this.

However, the false point in this military report was not that the Central Empire's army was directly targeting the Ancient Imperial City. Rather, it was that the Jing Kingdom, intending to wipe out the Demon Realm during the Divine Firmament War, could not have sent only those few people.

Xu Xuanyuan is a newly appointed Celestial Master, not qualified to command the army, not a match for Ji Xuanzhen, and not qualified to bring glory to the Taoist sect.

Now that the true realm has been annihilated and [Ksitigarbha] has been executed, Ji Fengzhou has brought order to the court. The Jing Kingdom has expanded its army by ten thousand units, with the imperial faction holding four of them—the central government's power is unprecedented in history.

Where the interests of humanity lie, the interests of the Daoist sect lie.

In this war of the Divine Firmament that established the order of the heavens, if the Daoist sect does nothing, it may fall from its transcendent position and, like the Cangtu Divine Sect of the Mu Kingdom, be subject to royal power.

The Primordial True Lord Yu Zhaoluan was discussing the Dao with Wu Ran, who was lying on the mountain.

Lingchen Zhenjun Ji Zuo faces off against Ao Jie, the Dragon King of the East Sea.

There is also the newly appointed Grand Master of Jade Capital Mountain, Yu Xi. He presented the ancient Demon-Slaying Covenant to uphold the name of vanquishing demons. He is tasked with recovering the calamities and eliminating evil, restoring the majesty of Jade Capital... He is a man who does not flaunt his abilities, but whose plans are far-reaching. Given this opportunity, how could one not seize it?
The Jing Army that Ji Yumin mentioned for conquering the demon realm consisted only of the Tiandu and Huangchi Armies, both of which were newly formed.

Even adding the [Demon Tamers] who are already in the demon realm, it still can't be said to be "enough".

Even the top three can not quell the demons!
Therefore, there must still be a powerful army, and there must still be strong individuals. Ji Yumin revealed the truth, shaking the morale of the allied forces, while also mixing truth and falsehood to deceive the demon race.

Qi Guanying understood at this moment that what Jing Kingdom wanted to seize was not the first merit of Shenxiao, but to establish the Central Empire's indisputable advantage in the eternal war between the human race and all the worlds!

Ji Fengzhou's ambitions extend beyond the entire Shenxiao realm, encompassing the vast history that stretches from ancient times to the present.

How did he fall for the trap?

From beginning to end, the people of Jing Kingdom made no attempt at pretense. They simply gave it their all!
With vanguard forces, they fought a desperate battle on the Shenxiao battlefield.

Ying Jianghong's entire battlefield command was aimed at breaking through the Shenxiao battlefield. It was as if, from beginning to end, he truly only had this one goal.

Ji Jinglu was injured because of his greed for merit, and Ouyang Jie was trapped in battle to relieve Jinglu's danger... This army was so unified in its will from top to bottom, and so clear in its desire to win.

So much so that he regarded this war as the key to the Divine Firmament.

In order to completely annihilate this army and to ensure that there is no mishap, the Allied Forces of the Heavens must deploy more forces, twice as many, or even ten times as many!
Judging solely from this battlefield, Qi Guan, as the commander-in-chief of the Heavenly Soldiers of the Fighting Division, made almost no mistakes. He countered every move and indeed gained a crucial advantage.

In essence, this war was no different from the Central Moon Gate attack and defense war led by Zhan Shou, and should be considered another boost to the final victory.

The problem is that the battle for the central moon gate, which was unrestricted by either side, was a war that involved too much investment.

Emperor Jing, Tang Xianqi, staked his life on the gambling table, forcing the demon emperor, Xuanbi, to intervene!
The demon realm thus revealed the belly of the fish.

Each battlefield, viewed individually, made no mistakes; the Allied Forces of the Heavens had done even better than expected, not wasting the initial advantage of suddenly opening the Divine Firmament... But when all the battlefields were connected, the "unavoidable" movement of the front lines left such a huge space for the Jing Kingdom.

Looking at the strategic plans of the past few years, Jingguo has always done this: using unavoidable circumstances to force its opponents to reveal their weaknesses.

But rather than saying that the Minister of Literature was most skilled at this method, it should be said that the Central Grand View, with its magnificent presence for four thousand years and the first national system, was itself most suited to this method.

Jingguo can make mistakes; it has a huge margin for error and can always make amends. But its opponent only needs to make one mistake to be utterly defeated.

Will the demon race also become one of those that fall from grace today?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Qi Guan laughed loudly, brandishing his sword: "Ying Jianghong is like a cornered beast, fighting on and refusing to admit death. Ji Yumin has exhausted all his tricks and is only left with empty talk! My demon race has many soldiers and generals, and high walls and thick fortifications. Even if we mobilize the armies of the mortal world, what can we do!"

"Since ancient times, when our race ventured into the demon realm, Youxiong and the Three Venerables made a pact, and Lieshan led the entire human race to attack. How could our ancient imperial city ever be shaken?"

"What destiny-saving? Twin remnant souls, a lucky gambler, how could he be so incompetent!"

"I laugh at Ji Yumin for not daring to speak his mind even in his sleep—so let Ji Fengzhou personally lead the expedition and see if he can move a single brick from the ancient imperial city!"

War intelligence from the demon realm won't reach the Divine Firmament World for the time being.

As long as he stubbornly denies it, no one can verify the truth.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle at the ancient imperial city, their troops have already reached this point and there is no turning back.

The more the capital city is in danger of falling, the more determined they are to achieve a glorious victory here.

His determination to "fight for this place" was revealed by the glint of his sword.

The commander's flag flies high!

The vanguard advanced, and the soldiers surged forth.

The dark clouds parted, and a colossal, golden machine emerged from the mist. Thirty-three masts, like pillars reaching to the heavens, spoke of ancient glory.

A towering banner stands as the mainsail of this ship.

Golden veins and silver marrow form the celestial constellations. Cloud-like script and thunder-like characters bear the names of heavenly soldiers who perished in battle throughout history!

This is the Corpse Boat - Doubu Heavenly Palace, the main starship of the Doubu Heavenly Army, which has been concealed by secret methods since the start of the war.

The commander of the Doubu Heavenly Army, who died in the Battle of Zhenci Yuanxi, was the main material for this palace.

Death yields to an unfinished mission; eternal sleep is merely another way of fighting.

The morale of the allied forces soared. Especially the main force of the Doubu Heavenly Soldiers, whose already formidable military aura was further enhanced under the shroud of the Doubu Heavenly Palace. Faint traces appeared in the void, and the military aura spontaneously formed the outline of an armored celestial being!

This is the manifestation of a powerful army that has reached the pinnacle in all aspects. The fragments of the military treatise left by the military strategist Bingwu say, "The military is naturally powerful, and this is the ultimate military."

Ying Jianghong looked up indifferently.

But the magnificent corpse ship remained suspended in the air, making no unnecessary movements other than displaying its power.

Qi Guan was eager to win, but did not immediately strike. Instead, he led his army to retreat, avoiding the peak of the Jing Kingdom's army's morale... and continuously built positions on the outer battlefield, further consolidating the encirclement.

At such a moment, he became even more determined to carry out the original plan—to encircle the army like a millstone, to wear down Jing's army's morale circle by circle, and to exhaust Ying Jianghong to the limit before making the final move.

Ji Yumin's plan to force Qi Guanying to submit has failed, and this famous demon general knows very well what he should do.

Such an opponent is even more terrifying.

Xi Yi was still in its sheath, and Ying Jianghong knew that this would be a tough battle.

"The ancient imperial city will surely perish today."

He commanded his troops to once again tighten the defensive perimeter. He himself moved even further forward, becoming the vanguard of his unit.

The primordial energy beneath his feet spun rapidly, separating the clear from the turbid in the air for his sake. He stood at the boundary between light and darkness, giving the demon race a clear opportunity to kill him!

"Qi Guanying, you have the wisdom to protect yourself, but the virtue to deceive yourself!"

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"I acknowledge their strength, but as you have seen—they are not invincible!"

On the towering Conferred God Platform, Chan Jingmeng raised her arms and shouted: "Our warriors have won the victory at the Central Moon Gate. Our banner flies high on the battlefield of Shenxiao."

"Our swords can rip open their skulls, and I swear this is not the last victory!"

In this battle of Shenxiao, the demon race is the absolute main force.

The Demon Court then entrusted the command of the war entirely to the slave goddess Chan Jingmeng.

As the chief strategist of the allied forces, he laid out the general strategy and drew up a unified direction. On different battlefields, he appointed different military commanders.

When Chan Jingmeng decided to destroy a dominant human nation at the Moon Gate, the Allied Forces of the Heavens followed suit, advancing wave after wave like a rain of snow.

Such military might is undoubtedly due to the fact that all races in the heavens have no other way to advance. It is also because the demon race is always at the forefront of the battle, and having a comprehensive overview, the demon race fights even harder than any other side of the allied forces.

The demon race fought valiantly, even the demon emperor Xuanbi personally took to the battlefield, demonstrating their unwavering resolve.

Such heavy trust and expectation are a mountain that Chan Jingmeng must bear in every thought. His constantly taut heartstrings have become numb and can no longer tremble.

This powerful figure, standing outside the gates of transcendence, was almost completely worn out by the war. He was visibly emaciated, and when he raised his arm, his voice was hoarse.

But now comes the real test—

When the Jing Kingdom's surprise troops broke out, fought their way out of the Five Evils Basin, and marched into the Demon Continent!

What was originally just a preliminary battle, a test of strength between the Allied Forces of the Heavens and the Human Race of the Present World before the final decisive battle. It was a probing exercise in the initial stage of what should have been a long war between the gods.

However, the heavy bet placed by the Jing Kingdom at Shenxiao triggered a series of battlefield reactions.

This directly brought the war to a head.

Chan Jingmeng repeatedly told herself that only two things were most important at that moment—

First, we cannot enter the final stage now.

Second, we cannot be afraid to end the game!

Choulongdu has indeed been razed to the ground.

The Heavenly Demon Qi Weiyi, who had ascended to the summit ahead of time in preparation for the battle against Shenxiao, lost his entire army there and barely escaped with his life.

After the Battle of Choulongdu, the Jing Kingdom's army split into two groups.

The army was led by Kuang Ming, with Prince Ji Xuanzhen of Jin as the garrison commander and Vice Chancellor Shi Zizhan as the accompanying military advisor. The main force consisted of the Imperial Edict of the Heavenly Capital, and 600,000 central army troops followed. Renowned generals like Pei Xinghe and rising stars like Chunyu Gui were also in the ranks.

One route was personally led by Celestial Master Xu Xuanyuan, with Yu Xizhen, the Grand Master of Yujing Mountain, leading the army with the "Disaster Slayer" and "Evil Slayer" as the main forces, and 600,000 Central Army troops following behind. After Kuang Ming and Pei Xinghe both sided with the Imperial Family, Yujing Mountain regained military power, and the "Taoists descended the mountain"... and appointed Zhuang Jian, the commander of the Disaster Slayer from four hundred years ago, and Xue Lin, the commander of the Evil Slayer from three hundred years ago.

Both of them were registered True Immortals who had retired from the military for many years, cultivating in seclusion on Jade Capital Mountain in pursuit of the ultimate peak. They had followed the path of severing ties with the mortal world, but now, burdened by war, they had returned to the mundane world, effectively destroying their years of quiet cultivation. However, their military prowess had once illuminated an era.

For Kuang Ming and Pei Xinghe, proving themselves was a necessity. For Zhuang Jian and Xue Lin, upholding the dignity of Yujing Mountain was paramount. And their shared goal was the ultimate victory representing the Jing Kingdom and the human race.

These two massive armies, seemingly locked in a fierce struggle yet working in perfect harmony, roamed the demonic land like yin and yang dragons, simultaneously striking the ancient imperial city. Wherever they passed, it was like an autumn wind sweeping across, sending withered branches and fallen leaves flying into the sky.

There is another point that Chan Jingmeng should pay attention to—

Zhang Fu, a renowned general belonging to the Da Luo Mountain faction, and his Demon-Controlling Army have officially taken over the battlefield of Choulongdu. They have established the great city of Jing Kingdom here, effectively expanding a corner of the Civilization Basin, and for the first time in many years, the faint light of Suiming City has pierced out of the Five Evils Basin.

While Jingguo launched a lightning-fast attack straight to the heart of the enemy, it also made thorough preparations to extend the torchlight beyond the Five Evils Basin.

The Central Empire's accumulated resources over many years arrived in a single day, and the massive amount of war resources piled up so much that even the Choulongdu Pass could not contain them.

The demon race must realize—

This is not only a blitzkrieg, but also a protracted war.

Whether the war can be dragged into a protracted conflict depends on the performance of the demon race in the future!

Chan Jingmeng raised his right arm, pushing the divine light of the Conferred God Platform into a canopy covering the sky, so that his decision at this moment could be known to the entire demon realm.

"The Demon Emperor bestowed upon me the Heavenly Seal, and I hereby convey the decree on behalf of Heaven."

"The heavens are at war with each other, and the world is in great strife. Life and death are decided in this moment, and now it will be decided in the land of demons!"

"Reveal my demonic decree—"

"The Conferred God Platform has been fully unsealed!"

It was as if the gods were weeping, in a daze!

From this magnificent high platform, amidst endless golden light, countless divine figures flew out.

In ancient times, the Heavenly Court ruled all the heavens through the Conferred God Platform.

Its core secret remained undiscovered even during the era of the flourishing of the divine way in the mortal world.

Although the Ancient Imperial City is only a replica, it is still a treasure that the demon race has cultivated for several great eras, maintaining from ancient times to the present day. Its profound heritage is immeasurable.

At this moment, its power was fully unleashed, and countless spirits soared through the sky. The howling wind seemed to echo with endless lamentation.

The sound of cicadas startling me from my dream continued—

"From this day forward, all people in the eight regions will be soldiers, regardless of their place of origin!"

"Allow free formation of groups, and permit all necessary changes to major cities. Open armories on the spot and arm all remaining demons. One can be killed, and an army can be broken. Stop the human race at all costs!"

"If the human race is able to reach the ancient imperial city, I demand that the road be paved with the corpses of demons, every inch of it made of demon flesh and blood!"

"This is our last home, and we will never allow humans to walk into our doorstep unscathed."

"I pledge, with the honor of the ancient imperial city, that all those who fight to the death for the survival of their race will receive divine decree after death. If their remnant souls remain, they will be commanded; if their souls perish, their names will be enshrined. Even if the Conferred God Platform cannot enshrine them all, Chan Jingmeng will dedicate the rest of her life to their sacrifice, seeking out each name and offering her utmost devotion. Even if Chan Jingmeng dies today, the Demon Emperor will offer sacrifice for the world!"

His words were very plain; he was issuing a command to all demons. Regardless of wisdom or foolishness, age or youth, nobility or lowliness, all who could hear, all who were born as demons… this was the final mobilization.

I never expected it to come to this so quickly, but the demon race was indeed prepared to take this step.

Before pushing open that door that represented infinite possibilities, the demon race's high command had already made the most pessimistic predictions.

This is a war that burns everything, consuming all the war potential accumulated by the demon race since ancient times... to fight for a future as Yu Zhen described.

"The Divine Firmament army will not return to reinforce. The troops that have already set out will continue their journey to their battlefield. Our demon warriors will never fall on their way home!"

"Fellow countrymen! This is our war to defend our homeland."

"And our compatriots on the expedition, they are waging a war of hope in the heavens. A war for our ancestors to rest in peace, a war for our descendants to be free!"

"We hold on to the present, they seek the future. Neither of us can afford to lose."

"We can't afford to lose again!"

thump!
Chan Jingmeng, known as the "Slave God," a woman of notorious ruthlessness and equally renowned wisdom, actually knelt down on the Investiture of the Gods platform.

He has never knelt in his entire life; it is precisely because he refused to kneel before the human race of this world that he has come to where he is today.

Now he prostrated himself and kowtowed repeatedly: "Are we eternal prisoners, or the darlings of Heaven? My fellow countrymen—"

Let's defend our answer with swords and guns!

"Cicada Startles a Dream, I Beg You All!"

Rumble! Boom! Boom!
It's like a celestial drum from ancient times, or the heartbeat of this demon realm.

After the earth-shattering roar, the entire demon realm was in an uproar.

In Moyun City, at the Ape Clan's mansion.

The demon king Yuan Jiazheng, who was instructing the young ape demons, reached out and took down the old armor hanging in the bedroom, instantly covering himself with it.

He transformed from a kind and amiable old man into a fierce and ruthless warrior.

In the past, Shenxiao stood tall in the world, but Yuan Mengji, the hope of the family, never returned.

Even after becoming known as a member of the "Heavenly Demon Clan" and gaining a status in Moyun City far superior to his former self, he still often felt regret and pain in his heart.

But Yuan Mengji's death was also part of Shenxiao's establishment of the world, so he should not regret it.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

The youngest ape on the field is only five years old.

The lifespan of apes is very similar to that of humans; five years old is still considered a child.

He heard the cicadas startling him from his dream, but he couldn't understand their meaning. He just felt a sense of novelty and inexplicable heaviness.

"Go to where the demon race belongs, and find the place where the demon race deserves to belong."

Yuan Jiazheng patted the little ape demon's head, said nothing else, and walked out with the mixed iron rod in his hand.

"All members of the Cloud-Piercing Ape Clan who are over five feet tall shall be subject to my command!"

"Those under five feet, go and save yourselves."

"There's no need to remember the Moyun Ape Clan, no need to remember this old man."

"But remember, you are the kin of the Celestial Ape Immortal Court! No matter what happens, even if you are slaves, servants, or forced to provide food or medicine... remember this honor!"

Sorrowful Dragon Crossing has been razed, and Heavenly Breath Wasteland will surely fall.

Even if Lady Tianzhu had been challenged by Shenxiao, and even if she were still in charge of this region, it would have been defeated in just three drumbeats.

Yuan Jiazheng is also a veteran of the battlefield.

Although he lacked military leadership skills, he possessed some understanding of warfare. Judging from the decree of the Slave God Celestial Venerable, the ultimate fate of these regions near the Five Evils Basin was nothing more than a blood and flesh wall built by the demon race. He could only hope to delay the advance of the human race to some extent.

There's nothing to say.

This is the final war of the demon race.

A group of young apes, each carrying a weapon, followed him out of the courtyard as he practiced his skills.

One by one, figures emerged from the mansion. Men, women, young and old, some walking unsteadily, some nimbly, all remained silent.

Yuan Jiazheng did not turn around, nor did he give any further orders.

He just walked out... walked out.

Walking on the streets he knew so well, leaving the home he had lived his whole life.

The usually bustling city of Moyun was in chaos today. Shouts and cries could be heard everywhere.

The sound of cicadas startling dreams frightened too many demons.

The Divine Firmament War was a sudden war, with much information only known to the high command, and even the army only learned its destination right before departure. The mobilization of ordinary demons had always been carried out subtly, never so brutally and openly.

The war had always revolved around the battlefields of the Five Evils Basin. Who would have thought that one day it would suddenly come to our doorstep?

In the past, I heard of sacrifice, but it seemed so distant. The stories of the brave are for the brave to tell, while many demons simply wanted to live a peaceful life.

As Yuan Jiazheng looked around, he saw his fellow citizens flowing like a river.

The Slave God Celestial Venerable used the word "compatriot" today.

Among the hundreds and thousands of species of demons, only those of the same genus can be considered "fellow villagers".

But now that I hear these words, I feel they couldn't be more apt.

We are comrades-in-arms, from the same family, how can we not be compatriots?

Many of our compatriots donned armor and took up arms to go out.

Some, carrying valuables, hurried away, turning their backs as they fled.

Some, though old and frail, knowing they couldn't run too far, or reluctant to leave their homeland, would climb the city walls to help defend the city... or take tools and head outside the city to build fortifications on the spot.

The war has only just begun, and not many are ready to surrender.

Amidst the surging tide, he saw the Demon King of the Moyun Dog Clan, Quan Shouzeng, who was carrying a sword and leading a large group of dog clans, heading in the same direction.

This face, which I used to loathe, now seems quite presentable and pleasing to the eye.

The true demon ancestor of the Quan family, Quan Yingyang, is dead.

The young prodigy Quan Xizai, who embodied the family's hopes, died even earlier.

Quan Xihua, who succeeded him, later surpassed him, becoming one of the lucky ones to return to Shenxiao and even sitting on the ninth-rank Black Lotus, surpassing Quan Yingyang in his prime. However, he took Ling as his surname and Morogana as his clan, and completely disregarded the word "Quan" (dog).

The dog family is truly pitiful.

But as the Bitter Cage Sect says, which demon is not pitiful?
"Oh!" Inuju glanced at him sideways, his voice laced with contempt: "Old bastard from the Sarutobi family, are you rushing off to your death?"

Since the old ape family became a celestial demon clan, they have always been superior to the dog family. In the past, this little dog has often bowed his head—he is also good at bowing his head.

Today, I dare to vent my pent-up grievances.

The young demons of the Ape Clan did not, as usual, fight with the Dog Clan upon meeting. Before their final farewell, Yan also showed great respect.

Ape Armor spat, quickened his pace, and stepped forward, shouting, "Old dog! Let's see who dies first!"

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The drumbeats grew louder.

Chan Jingmeng believed he heard the heartbeat of the demon realm, a desperate lament.

His kowtow was a tribute to those who fought to the death, and also a commemoration of his homeland.

It is said that the mortal world is the home of the demon race, but the vast majority of demons today were born in the demon land.

Chan Jingmeng, who was lying prostrate on the Conferred God Platform, finally managed to raise her head slightly, her voice now only audible around her.

"Open the Ancient Sacred Corridor and issue the ultimate weaponry. Prepare for the war mobilization to defend the Primordial Imperial City. Drain the Yuan energy outside the Imperial City, take away all useful resources, and destroy the Five Elements order as much as possible. I want a scorched earth policy covering ten thousand miles."

"Summon the priests and activate the Eternal Sundial, so that Yu Xi and the others may know what the Heavenly Time of the Demon Realm is! Stop being stingy with fuel; it is better to waste it than to leave it to the human race after we die."

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After issuing a series of military orders, Chan Jingmeng's voice deepened: "Have the Ling Clan prepare themselves. If necessary, completely liberate the Golden Sun Blood Moon... The unworthy descendants of later generations failed to fulfill the ancient Demon Emperor's last wish and still need to borrow his remaining eyes. But today's battle is one of advance and no retreat. It will only end with the collapse of the Demon Realm, ensuring that those who invade will never return!"

On the Investiture of the Gods platform, a rustling sound arose, and the gods were filled with bewilderment!

Chan Jingmeng's assessment of the battle situation was even more pessimistic than his words in mobilizing the demon realm.

What's up with this?

Is the demon realm truly beyond protection?

A yang god, as if cast in gold, emerged from the boundless void of the Conferred God Platform's base, finally opening his sculpted eyes: "Cicada Celestial Venerable, we have already managed this realm for three great eras, making countless preparations for the final war. The demon realm is a place where every inch of land is fought for, and thorns are everywhere. Now, with only a part of the Jing Kingdom's expedition, we have already reached this point... Is mutual destruction the only path we can take?"

Even Chan Jingmeng, who was known as the "Slave God," showed sufficient respect to this ancient god.

He struggled to his feet, his appearance increasingly gaunt, but his eyes shone brightly: "Yu Xi and Ji Xuanzhen alone are certainly not enough to annihilate the demon race. But behind the Divine Firmament Gate are the six great hegemonic kingdoms of the present world. Behind the six great hegemonic kingdoms is the entire human race of the present world. If we do not have the determination to perish together and the courage to destroy everything, the wound torn open by the Jing Kingdom will surely attract a pack of wolves to roam around."

"Those humans who see hope in destroying the demons will flock here until the demon realm is reduced to ashes."

"Yes, we only have one path left: mutual destruction. We must shatter their ambitions fueled by great achievements, make them see reality clearly, and understand that their annihilation of the demon race will come at the cost of national ruin—only in this way can we truly reduce the intensity of the war and prevent them from escalating it further."

"A glimmer of hope is nothing but weakness. Only the will to perish together can protect this demonic land!"

The ancient golden god fell silent for a moment.

From the Jing Kingdom's army all the way to the ancient imperial city, countless demons will become the embodiment of "mutual destruction." The deaths of the vast majority of demons are not even enough to stop the Jing Kingdom's army for a moment; their deaths are merely "proof."

This proves the demon race's courage to perish together with each other.

If the Jing Kingdom does not retreat, and the six great hegemonic kingdoms are left to gamble here, then the demon race will surely perish.

Is Chan Jingmeng truly prepared to turn a war for freedom into a war of annihilation? Is the Demon Emperor truly certain?

The ancient golden god knew that He could not ask.

Because "the thought of taking chances is weakness." Because His wavering would affect the claim of "dying together."

The Cicada, who oversees all matters of war, either disbelieves or gives absolute support. The demon race is still trapped in their prison cells and has no right to be distracted.

On the Investiture of the Gods platform, the wind howled.

The shared will of the allied forces of the heavens, as expressed here, was also witnessed on this magnificent high platform, a testament to the demon race's declaration.

On the path of "fighting for freedom and revolting against the present world," the demon race fought at the forefront and died at the forefront. No war drum could be more powerful. The clash of forces across all realms began from this moment.

All eyes were on Chan Jingmeng.

A towering platform, an old man's frail body.

This is the most important moment in Chan Jingmeng's life. The situation of all the heavens and myriad realms is within his plans, and the fate of countless living beings rests on his chess pieces. This is undoubtedly the greatest praise for a wise man.

But at many moments, he hoped that Mizhiben had not fallen asleep.

It wasn't just because he had nowhere to share this pressure, but also because he hoped for a better answer—but he couldn't think of one!

Sorrowful is the dead end, and regretful is the lack of wisdom.

Walking towards hope with despair in one's heart, every step is so difficult.

Chan Jingmeng turned her head, and there sat a mask belonging to Huanmojun.

Even the usually carefree Demon Lord is now so serious, so... tense.

"Your Majesty, the most crucial moment has arrived."

Chan Jingmeng said, "I don't know what the Seven Hatreds Daoist is planning, but the Demon Realm was pierced through by that sword and turned into scorched earth before the Demon Land... I think you understand that the Demon Race has no way out."

"The Emperor Demon is dead, the God Demon has turned to smoke, and you are also so wounded. The Demon Realm no longer has anyone who transcends to fight against those who have transcended. Any hegemonic nation can sweep through it."

"The Desolate Tomb of Myriad Realms is not a good place; it is useless to obtain it, and we can no longer guard it."

"Now is the time to fight with all our might!"

"Go. Gather your troops, unite all the demon army, it's time to head to the mortal world."

"Unleashing the largest demonic tide since the beginning of the new calendar, recreating the story of the Demon Ancestor, it is destined to leave its mark on history—and also to find the final possibility for your leap forward."

The Phantom Lord folded his sleeves with his hands.

The war situation has been constantly changing, and many developments have indeed exceeded his expectations. Even the powerful and well-equipped demon race was the first to be crippled. None of the grand plans he devised before the war have been realized so far.

In this war where no one turns back, those who are fearless of death are indeed the first to die.

"Is there any point in stirring up a demonic tide now?"

Every word of the Illusionary Demon Lord was like a sigh. The loss of each mask meant he would never be carefree again, and his future was sealed.

He, who had made the most preparations over the years, was stripped bare. And the root of it all lay with Mu Guo, with that Tianzhi Tu Hu. That one wrong move back then forced him to make repeated corrections, only to compound his mistakes.

He had already decided to take Tu Hu's head in this war. But as the battle has unfolded, with his forces weakened and his enemy strengthened, he no longer dares to approach Tu Hu!
"Given the current strength of the human race, even when the Demon Ancestor was still alive, it would be impossible to cleanse the present world with a demonic tide."

"Even if I were to mobilize all the demon army, it would only be to fill the desert sands."

He wasn't pessimistic; he simply saw reality clearly. Even if you threw the entire demon race into the mortal realm, how long could they wreak havoc? Things are different now!

"This war is a war among all the races of the heavens, so of course we can't rely entirely on the demon race. You want the demon tide to cleanse the world? I dare not even dream of that."

Chan Jingmeng shook his head; the burden was too heavy, making even shaking his head difficult.

"The significance of the demonic tide lies not in this. Not in the human race, but in Jing."

"Since Tang Xianqi started all this, let's end it all with him."

"The Desolate Tomb of Myriad Realms currently lacks a powerful force like the Demon Emperor, but the demons are endless and the evil demons are inexhaustible. Once the demon tide rises, it will be like a raging flood. How could any part of the entire line between life and death dare to breach its banks? The demon poison has been left behind in the world and has not been eradicated to this day. How could the human race dare to see it again?"

"The State of Jing could not defend its borders and could only shirk responsibility and divide power. That was the moment when the hegemonic state was demoted."

"We don't want anything now, we just want the Jing Kingdom to be downgraded!"
"The downfall of a hegemonic nation is a painful lesson for humanity."

"What does it matter if the ancient imperial city is destroyed, or if the demon race is wiped out?"

"I do not believe that the six great powers of the world today are willing to perish and hand over their hegemony to Le Wei."

"The human race in the present world has its fears, and all the heavens and myriad worlds have witnessed its success."

"Then the ancient wall will crumble in an instant. All the myriad races of the heavens will one day rise up!"

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