The rise of a family, the Heavenly Evolution Divine Tree

High above, a chilling scene unfolded one after another—sages fell like meteors, streaking across the sky and leaving behind terrifying trails. And all of this was happening on the battlefield of sages in the State of Zhao.

The already fierce battle now became even more brutal and chaotic, with many of Zhao's sages surrounded by enemies several times their number, finding themselves in dire straits. However, they showed no sign of retreating, instead displaying astonishing courage and determination.

Marquis Zhao Pingxin of Guannei stared solemnly at the surging enemy tide around him, his long sword gleaming coldly; Marquis Zhao Yundao of Hanshou was agile and wielded his long spear like a dragon emerging from the sea; Marquis Zhao Yungu of Pingchang was as steady as a mountain, using his fists to unleash waves of energy.

Marquis Zhao Wenyan of Huaiyin was even more courageous and fearless, charging into the enemy ranks at the forefront. At the same time, Daoist Zhenyuan chanted incantations and unleashed powerful Daoist magic; Daoist Taiqing formed hand seals and summoned a mysterious magical treasure.

The Sage Wei Chu shone brightly, radiating boundless pressure; the Sage Xuan Jia lightly waved his whisk, each strike containing earth-shattering power... The other twenty-odd sages also displayed their supernatural abilities, unleashing their full strength without reservation.

Despite their desperate efforts, even risking their lives, the number and strength of the saints sent by the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race were simply too great. Gradually, casualties began to appear on the Zhao side. First, a saint, after a valiant battle, finally succumbed to being outnumbered and fell in a pool of blood; then several more saints succumbed to their wounds...

Finally, thirty saints, including Marquis Zhao Pingxin of Guannei, Marquis Zhao Yundao of Hanshou, Marquis Zhao Yungu of Pingchang, Marquis Zhao Wenyan of Huaiyin, as well as Daoist Zhenyuan, Daoist Taiqing, Sage Weichu, and Sage Xuanjia, sacrificed themselves heroically one after another.

However, their desperate resistance was not in vain. In this thrilling battle, the demon race lost two demon saints, the winged race lost three winged saints, and the dragon race also paid the price of losing a dragon saint.

The reason why, despite being outnumbered, Marquis Zhao Pingxin of Guannei, Marquis Zhao Yundao of Hanshou, Marquis Zhao Yungu of Pingchang, Marquis Zhao Wenyan of Huaiyin, as well as the thirty saints including Zhenyuan Daoren, Taiqing Daoren, Weichu Saint, and Xuanjia Saint, were able to inflict such heavy casualties on the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race.

The reason is nothing more than that thirty saints, including Marquis Zhao Pingxin of Guannei, Marquis Zhao Yundao of Hanshou, Marquis Zhao Yungu of Pingchang, Marquis Zhao Wenyan of Huaiyin, as well as Daoist Zhenyuan, Daoist Taiqing, Saint Weichu, Saint Xuanjia, and others, chose to self-destruct one after another like shooting stars. Otherwise, how could several saints of the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race have fallen?

On a higher level of battlefield, the deaths of the five Dao-proving realm elders of the Zhao Kingdom, along with the various saints on the Zhao battlefield, were heartbreaking. However, they themselves were also in dire straits, barely able to save themselves. The demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race mobilized more than thirty Dao-proving realm experts, and four Heavenly Dao realm experts surrounded them like an iron barrel.

After a fierce battle, the more than thirty Dao Proving Realm experts and four Heavenly Dao Realm experts from the Demon Clan, Feather Clan, and Dragon Clan were like frightened birds, extremely vigilant and terrified of their lives, fearing that the five Dao Proving Realm experts from Zhao Kingdom would self-destruct and drag them into an abyss.

Just at this seemingly hopeless moment, a bright light suddenly shone from a mysterious valley on the border of Chengzhou in the Zhao Kingdom, like the rising sun. An ancient figure, like an immortal descending, slowly rose up; it was none other than Lingxu Daojun Zhao Xuyan, one of the Heavenly Dao Realm experts of the Zhao Kingdom.

He had already gone into seclusion, like a dragon in the abyss, seeking to break through to a higher realm, but when he sensed the enormous crisis facing the battlefield of Chengzhou in Zhao, he broke out of seclusion like a tiger released from its cage.

He had originally believed that it was impossible for the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race to join forces to attack the Zhao Kingdom's Chengzhou defense line, but he had miscalculated. What he hadn't expected was that so many powerful figures would swarm towards them.

He knew that even if he took action, he would be unable to turn the tide, but as the person in charge of the Chengzhou defense line, he had to step forward even if it meant death.

Lingxu Daojun raised his arm slightly, and countless spiritual lights rushed towards the location of the five Dao Proving Realm ancestors of Zhao Kingdom like meteors, instantly breaking through part of the formation and restrictions.

At the same time, he chanted incantations, and in an instant, tens of millions of spirit birds swarmed towards the enemy like locusts. These spirit birds were no ordinary birds or beasts; each one contained incomparably powerful spiritual energy, throwing the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race into chaos, causing them to panic like ants on a hot pan.

One of the four Heavenly Dao Realm experts finally couldn't hold back any longer and attacked Lingxu Daojun like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Lingxu Daojun, however, remained calm and composed. A golden shield as solid as a rock rose around his body, easily blocking the attack. He then countered with a magic seal.

The seal roared forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, unstoppable, and sent that Heavenly Dao Realm expert flying like a kite with a broken string.

Lingxu Daojun Zhao Xuyan knew that if he could not hold back the attack of the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race today, once the Chengzhou defense line was breached, the powerful beings and armies of the demon race, the winged race, and the dragon race would flood into Zhao's territory like a burst dam and occupy all the states of Zhao.

The Zhao family of Jigong has paid such a huge price for their meticulous planning, but it will all fall apart at the last minute, and their plans in the far west will be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Having figured all this out, Daoist Lingxu Zhao Xuyan took out the seventh-tier Dao weapon, Moxu. He unleashed his innate divine power, Purgatory Sword Sea, and in an instant, the world lost its color, with sword energy crisscrossing everywhere.

Lingxu Daojun Zhao Xuyan stood tall and proud, his majestic and resounding voice echoing like thunder throughout the entire Chengzhou battlefield: "Today, I earnestly request that you all die with me and jointly defend the vast land of my Zhao Kingdom!"

His words seemed to possess a magical power, quickly spreading to every corner of the battlefield. Whether it was the soldiers engaged in fierce fighting or the enemies hiding in the shadows waiting for their chance, they all clearly heard this impassioned declaration.

On the battlefield of the Celestial Realm below, Marquis Zhao Pingmu of Xuanping rode a cloud-riding horse, his spear swirling like a dragon emerging from the sea, exuding a majestic aura; Marquis Zhao Tianyu of Pingchang sat steadily on his chariot, arrows raining down around him, killing countless enemies; and General Zhao Pingyu of the Nine Heavens rode on auspicious clouds, wielding two hammers, each strike capable of causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split.

Jade Dragon General Zhao Yuanxu, clad in golden armor, wielded a long sword that gleamed coldly, splattering blood wherever it went; Sky General Zhao Yuanjing rode a giant divine eagle, soaring through the sky and occasionally swooping down to deliver fatal blows to the enemy; Heavenless General Zhao Yuanan moved erratically, like a ghost, weaving through the enemy ranks, making him impossible to defend against.

These members of the Zhao clan of Ji Palace responded in unison, "We are willing to die for the State of Zhao!" Their shouts were deafening, demonstrating their determination and courage to face death without fear.

At the same time, dozens of experts at the Celestial Realm, including Jade Bamboo True Monarch Zhao Tianyong, Misty Rain Venerable Su Henglong, Ethereal Venerable Xu Daosong, Dreamlike True Monarch Yunshuang, Azure Cloud Sword Monarch Chu Chutang, Pine Frost Venerable Lu Yubai, and Carefree True Monarch Lin Fu, stepped forward.

Jade Bamboo True Monarch Zhao Tianyong flicked his sleeves, and beams of emerald light shot from his fingertips, instantly piercing through several enemy soldiers; Misty Rain Venerable Su Henglong formed hand seals, and a torrential downpour descended from the sky, the raindrops transforming into sharp arrows that shot towards the enemy; Ethereal Venerable Xu Daosong moved with the speed of the wind, his figure as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had already killed dozens of powerful enemies.

With a wave of his hand, the Dreamlike True Monarch Yunshuang sent countless pink petals fluttering down. They seemed beautiful and harmless, but once they touched an enemy, they would unleash astonishing power. The Azure Cloud Sword Monarch Chu Chutang's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and heads fell to the ground wherever his sword flashed.

Master Lu Yu of the Pine Frost Sect chanted incantations, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. A colossal dragon formed from frost roared as it charged towards the enemy ranks. Meanwhile, True Lord Lin Fu of the Carefree Realm danced gracefully in the air, yet every movement he made carried boundless killing intent. The crowd shouted in unison, "We are willing to die for the Zhao Kingdom!"

Not only that, even the True Person Realm experts, Martial Artist Realm, and Mortal Realm warriors from the Zhao Kingdom were greatly encouraged. They were all filled with enthusiasm and their eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Some warriors wielded magical weapons and fought bravely, while others drew their bows and arrows to shoot accurately, and still others engaged in close combat with their enemies bare-handed.

Despite their relatively weaker strength, they were not afraid of death and responded loudly: "We are willing to die for the State of Zhao!" In an instant, the battle cries of battle shook the heavens and the earth. The soldiers of Zhao were united in their hatred of the enemy and vowed to fight to the death with the invading enemy.