“A thought arises, a hundred lifetimes wither. A gaze shifts, seas turn to mulberry fields.”
At the edge of the heavens and earth, the indistinct yet colossal figure spoke, seated in meditation as though dwelling in the past, overlooking the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm.
This was a War Emperor!
A legend of the ancient era, a myth-maker, the founder of an imperial lineage—an unparalleled existence from antiquity.
None had expected him to still be alive. According to ancient bone scriptures, he had long since passed into the river of time, reduced to dust. How could he reappear?
This was an inconceivable sight, one that defied belief!
The War Emperor, sovereign of all under heaven, had once waged war across three thousand provinces, towering above the nine heavens and ten earths, bathing in the blood of countless titans to forge his invincible name.
His past glories were countless, and even the mere mention of them sent tremors through all clans. He was a living taboo, a legend. Once he emerged, who could stand against him?
All had believed him dead, a settled matter. Yet today, he reappeared in the Upper Realm, sending shivers through the hearts of gods and striking fear into all!
“A dream spanning a million autumns—who in life can foresee it?”
On the other side, the sky was filled with radiant symbols. The Ancient Celestial sat cross-legged in the void, reflecting the myriad heavens. Three thousand great realms revolved around him, and countless divine and demonic figures chanted scriptures in his orbit, elevating him like a supreme deity.
He too was a taboo—ascending from man to heaven, founding the imperial lineage of the Upper Realm, conquering the cosmos, bathing in the blood of gods, and establishing the brilliance of antiquity!
The two formed a stark contrast—one dim and indistinct, the other illuminating past, present, and future.
Their meeting was initially calm, without immediate conflict, like two ancient bronze bells unearthed, shaking off the dust of time and resonating with the Dao.
“Your path has strayed. You’ve forgotten how to cultivate,” the Ancient Celestial spoke, his voice weathered yet vast, echoing across the Bloody Plains for tens of thousands of miles, even shaking the Demon Province.
In an instant, countless powerful beings were alerted, especially in the Demon Province, where many shuddered, their spines chilled.
“The Ancient Celestial has returned,” murmured a sect master, his expression grave, voice trembling. The very earth of the Demon Province seemed to quiver.
In moments, the presence of the Ancient Celestial on the Bloody Plains seemed to transcend time and space, sensed by all. Countless gazes turned toward him, hearts trembling with fear.
“Life and cultivation are about correcting one’s mistakes. What does it matter if one forgets or strays?” the War Emperor replied, his indistinct form growing even more immense, filling heaven and earth.
His voice was calm, yet it pierced the skies like lightning, crossing vast mountains and rivers, shaking the boundless earth, making all living beings tremble.
The War Emperor had returned! He had not yet entered the Bloody Plains—his indistinct form was merely a manifestation. His true body remained in the Demon Province, and his words alone were enough to shake the world.
Countless ancient sects in the Demon Province heard, and all beings felt their hair stand on end.
“He… still lives!”
“The War Emperor remains in this world!”
Celestial beings trembled, their voices quaking. Such words spoke volumes. The War Emperor’s majesty was unparalleled. Even after countless ages of absence, believed long dead, his mere reappearance now shook the world.
“Man suffers because he pursues the wrong things,” the Ancient Celestial intoned solemnly.
“A wrong path is not wrong. The true pity is believing every step you’ve taken was right,” the War Emperor countered.
“Those whose hearts are filled with their own views and thoughts will never hear another’s voice,” the Ancient Celestial said.
The two clashed, their paths diverging, their beliefs opposing.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled. The Bloody Plains quaked violently, fissures splitting the earth for miles. Mountains and seas convulsed, the sun and moon seemed on the verge of falling.
This was the result of their unseen auras clashing across time and space—a mere brush, yet it wrought such devastation.
At this moment, even Shi Hao and Yun Xi, along with the ancient battlefield’s Bone True Gods and Diamond Demons, were struck with terror, all cowering in silence.
What kind of beings were these? A mere ripple of their presence caused such destruction. If they truly unleashed their power, who could imagine the consequences?
The War Emperor—invincible in battle, sovereign among warriors, undefeated throughout his life!
The Ancient Celestial—creator of an unbroken myth, unrivaled across the ages!
The meeting of these two was an epochal battle, a rare confrontation of the highest order. Every move they made would be recorded in the annals of the Upper Realm’s history.
“Those who believe they possess the Dao are in truth possessed by it,” the War Emperor declared, his voice like thunder, shaking the wilderness, pressing down on the heavens, making the sun and moon tremble.
He had begun to move. His true body was crossing the Demon Province, approaching the Bloody Plains. As he did, the vast expanse of the Demon Province—spanning countless miles—quivered faintly.
An oppressive aura weighed on all hearts. Beings shuddered, many unable to resist prostrating, bowing to the heavens in reverence!
This was the War Emperor. With but a movement, the world resonated. Countless beings in the Demon Province instinctively knelt in worship.
“Both of us seek the Dao. How can we speak of possession?” the Ancient Celestial retorted.
His body radiated light, wisps of blood qi rising from his pores, shaking heaven and earth in an instant.
“Heavens!”
The gods trembled in fear, sensing an overwhelming pressure sweeping across the Bloody Plains, then surging into the Demon and Celestial Provinces, shaking the four seas.
Many found it hard to believe. Some titans gasped, their expressions stiff, involuntarily retreating, chests heaving.
Through secret treasures and grand teleportation arrays, they witnessed the scene, feeling a tremor in their souls.
Above the Bloody Plains, the Ancient Celestial’s blood qi distorted space, splitting the sky, as though time itself had gone awry.
Clearly visible, with him at the center, countless spatial rifts appeared. He seemed not of this era, but from countless ages past, tearing through the void to manifest here.
The sight was terrifying. For a fleeting moment, it seemed a river of time flowed through the rifts, and he sat upon its banks.
Where… was he truly? Had he truly revived, or was this an ancient manifestation of his power reaching into the present?
This doubt gnawed at many, their ears ringing, minds filled with the resonance of the Dao, bodies trembling in fear.
This was the true might of heaven—supreme and absolute!
To ascend from man to heaven was no mere boast. His power was real.
“How can this be? It’s too terrifying. Who could oppose him?”
“Is this the supreme taboo of the Celestial Race? No wonder they dominated the three thousand provinces in antiquity, unmatched in the mortal realm.”
Even sect masters witnessing this felt a chill in their souls. This might be the pinnacle of human achievement.
Perhaps one step further, and he would transcend, no longer belonging to the Upper Realm!
The blood qi seeping from the Ancient Celestial’s pores spread for tens of thousands of miles, enveloping the entire Bloody Plains in spatial fissures.
The sight filled all beings with dread.
“War Emperor, come! Let us battle!” the Ancient Celestial roared, his voice like a great bell, shaking the heavens. The very void seemed unstable, on the verge of collapse.
In an instant, the forbidden arrays of the Bloody Plains—every rune buried beneath the earth—were obliterated, shattered by the Ancient Celestial’s will.
Simultaneously, the twelve Sin Cities ruling the plains crumbled. Their twelve mightiest demon kings exploded into bloody mist.
“Heavens! Our master is dead!”
“Demon King Ao Ku has fallen!”
“Great Might King’s form and spirit are annihilated!”
In moments, countless cries of horror rose from the ruins of the twelve Sin Cities. What kind of power was this?
The twelve demon kings who had ruled these lands for countless ages had all perished in an instant, slain by a mere thought, their ancient formations—laid by sect masters of old—destroyed.
This was divine might beyond compare!
What was a supreme powerhouse? What was a taboo? This moment laid it bare. The Ancient Celestial had revived his myth of invincibility!
“If you act further, I too shall move. Few of your Celestial Race on these plains will remain,” a cold voice declared. The War Emperor had arrived!
His true form appeared, crossing the Demon Province to stand upon the Bloody Plains—a towering, indistinct figure, reaching to the heavens.
As he advanced, the spatial rifts mended. He stood like the progenitor of gods, surveying the land with disdain.
Across hundreds of thousands of miles of the Bloody Plains, forces of the Celestial Race, mercenaries, and warriors of the War Clan stood in complex opposition.
In the shadowed ancient lands, Shi Hao stood solemn, his gaze profound, silent.
Yun Xi opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. Such might had shaken her deeply. Was this the pinnacle of power?
“Can our ancestors sense us?” she whispered.
“Don’t dwell on it. With the War Emperor here, he cannot act recklessly. Otherwise, this plain might be shattered, with unimaginable consequences,” Shi Hao replied.
The War Emperor’s voice echoed like thunder, as though the world would flip. The Celestial and Demon Provinces trembled faintly, while the Bloody Plains convulsed violently.
“A million autumns turn seas to dust. The path of gods is rugged—where does one wander? At our age, we’ve little time left. Let this battle bring enlightenment!”
“Battle beyond the heavens!” the Ancient Celestial declared, vanishing from the Bloody Plains, leaving only a rift behind.
“Agreed!” The War Emperor vanished like a bolt of lightning.
The Bloody Plains returned to silence, as though nothing had happened. Yet the oppressive aura lingered.
The brief calm shattered as a silver-robed figure streaked across the sky like a comet, wielding a spear, pointing toward the battlefield.
“Celestial Race, face me in battle! Or none of you shall leave alive!”
Next, radiant figures ascended—Celestial beings sealing the battlefield, unwilling to let their prey escape.
“Does the Celestial Race fear you?” A woman rose, holding a golden bone bell, radiating Celestial might.
This battle was inevitable.
The Ancient Celestial versus the War Emperor. Other power levels would clash as well—this was the culmination of ages-old enmity.
Moreover, top mercenary groups from the Celestial and Demon Provinces had joined the fray—Samsara Mercenaries, Demonblood Mercenaries, Skywing Mercenaries—some led by Celestial commanders. The scene was terrifying.
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