Chapter 711: The Great Chaos of the Bloodlands

High in the sky, divine beings roared, their eerie radiance casting a bloody glow upon the land.

Blood bloomed like flowers, as sworn enemies clashed with no retreat, only the relentless drive forward.

“This is… a battle of gods!” someone trembled, as the entire crimson plain shook, as if reliving the ancient war, once again drenched in blood.

This was the feud between two great clans, but it had also entangled countless intricate factions, turning the battlefield into a scene of unparalleled carnage, divine blood staining the heavens.

Once the gods joined the fray, warriors of other ranks swiftly followed, charging deep into the earth, sealing crucial passages to prevent the Celestial Clan from retrieving the Stone of Destiny.

“Kill them all!”

The war cries shook the heavens. This battle was far more terrifying than anticipated, drawing in countless souls—even mercenary groups reaped immense benefits, all joining the slaughter.

It was no surprise that the Celestial Clan and the War Clan, two of the mightiest forces, would mobilize armies like surging tides, thousands of warriors galloping across the land, blades flashing.

This was an era of glory, reaching its zenith. The battle ignited the madness of this age—demons rising from the Demon Province, gods descending from the Celestial Province, deities and fiends dancing in chaos, staining the firmament with blood!

There was no need to ponder—this battle would be etched into history, its repercussions vast. It was the spark that shattered the tranquility of the upper realm, the fuse that ignited the storm.

And of course, the emergence of the Ancient Celestial and the War Emperor only magnified the spectacle. Whatever they did would be carved into the annals of time.

“Devour the Heavens!”

A savage beast howled, its maw gaping wide as it swallowed several deities whole, the scene drenched in gore.

“True Roar Under the Moon!”

A colossal beast, taller than mountains, emerged, its roar shattering the void. Countless warriors exploded into bloody mist, bones and flesh raining down in a gruesome spectacle.

Too many races had joined the fray—mercenaries, allies summoned by the two great clans—all fighting with boiling blood.

With the Ancient Celestial and the War Emperor locked in battle beyond the heavens, neither clan would relent. They fought desperately, calling upon their allies for a brutal, all-out slaughter.

This battle would determine the fate of their clans for generations to come!

“Roar!” Gods shrieked, demons bellowed—chaos reigned.

While divine warriors clashed in the skies, even young cultivators at the Formation Realm dashed across the land, scouting the terrain.

Both clans had poured too many warriors into the Bloody Plains.

The grand formation sealing the plains had been obliterated by the Ancient Celestial’s will, allowing teleportation arrays to function once more.

And the twelve Demon Kings who once ruled the plains? They had fallen, slain by the Ancient Celestial’s wrath for aiding the War Clan. Twelve strands of blood qi had erupted, reducing them to nothing.

Armies surged endlessly into the crimson battlefield.

Both the Celestial Clan and the War Clan had once ranked among the Ten Great Clans of the upper realm—former imperial and royal lineages—so their numbers were vast.

This time, only elites were sent to war. Iron hooves shook the heavens, mounts roaring, their cries piercing the clouds.

One could clearly see waves of armored knights charging from teleportation arrays, then leaping into the skies to join the vast battlefield.

The war was divided into many zones, centered around the ruins of twelve fallen Sin Cities, spreading outward into ancient battlegrounds.

Shi Hao and Yun Xi were stunned. This battle exceeded all expectations—it was no longer just about the Stone of Destiny, but a struggle for clan supremacy that would shape the next hundred millennia.

And they were caught in the storm.

“Should we go out and reunite with our clan?” Yun Xi asked.

“Not wise. The Celestial Clan is at a disadvantage, especially here—most of the warriors in this zone belong to the War Clan. If we reveal ourselves, you’ll become a target,” Shi Hao frowned.

“That’s because the War Clan prepared thoroughly. They’ve allied with several powerful factions to encircle us,” Yun Xi said, worried.

Once, six Celestials had emerged, forging an era of glory.

Now, four had obtained the Stone of Destiny, meaning four more powerhouses would rise. Other clans would never allow it—hence the secret alliances.

The ancient battlefield where Shi Hao and Yun Xi stood spanned two hundred thousand miles, the most perilous of all, shrouded in dense mist, cut off from the outside world.

Even deep within, some treasures failed to function, as if an eerie law suppressed all life.

Legend spoke of a supreme being who had perished here, his blood, bones, and cultivation imprinted upon the land, never fading.

This was why Shi Hao and Yun Xi had fled here—for survival.

They didn’t yet know that the Bloody Plains’ formation had been destroyed, or that the twelve Demon Kings had been slain by the Ancient Celestial. Even if they had, there was no other choice.

The entire land was in chaos, armies clashing endlessly. Hiding here was safer.

“Boom!”

The earth trembled as banners fluttered. A troop of cavalry charged, bows drawn, arrows raining upon a fleeing group.

“Whoosh!”

A volley of arrows streaked across the sky, dazzling and deadly.

The fleeing dozen screamed as arrows pierced their bodies, collapsing one by one—the youngest barely in his teens.

“They’re from my clan!” Yun Xi cried, grief and fury in her voice, but it was too late to save them.

The Bloody Plains were divided into many war zones. Here, the Celestial Clan had been defeated, a small group fleeing only to meet their doom.

“Help… me,” a young boy gasped, spotting Yun Xi and Shi Hao, his hand weakly reaching out before he collapsed, blood spilling from his lips.

“No!” Yun Xi’s heart ached.

This war had strayed far from its original purpose. It was no longer about the Stone of Destiny—it was a battle for survival, a war of annihilation.

“Two more? Lucky us,” the cavalry leader sneered, eyeing Shi Hao before his gaze locked onto Yun Xi, stunned by her beauty.

“Such a rare beauty! Capture her, bring her back to the clan!” He waved his hand, and dozens of riders encircled them.

“Kill the brat first. He’s in the way,” the leader ordered, dismissing a mere Formation Realm cultivator.

“Yes!”

A dozen arrows shot toward Shi Hao, glowing with deadly intent.

“Crack!”

Shi Hao’s body erupted with lightning, shattering every arrow mid-flight, sparks flying.

“Sir, something’s off. These two match the targets we’ve been hunting,” a subordinate whispered.

“Oh?!” The leader’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “What luck!”

“Be careful, sir. Rumor says they’ve slain even Godfire Realm experts,” another warned.

“I know. Form the formation—kill them!” The leader barked, his riders retreating as banners were planted to seal the area.

“Die!” Yun Xi struck first, grief fueling her rage. A mirror materialized in her hand, its light slaying enemies in all directions.

Shi Hao moved faster, lunging at the leader.

“Boom!”

Their palms collided, runes exploding skyward.

“Perish!” A hidden figure struck—stronger than the leader, a Godfire Realm expert unleashing a devastating technique.

“I’m the real leader,” he sneered, revealing his true form while the decoy crumbled.

Yet his attack fizzled against Shi Hao’s defenses. Meanwhile, his avatar was already screaming, torn apart by Shi Hao’s relentless strikes, mount and all.

“Your life ends now!” Shi Hao roared, knowing time was short.

The true leader paled, retreating—but it was futile. Shi Hao’s palm glowed, his divine might unstoppable.

The battle ended swiftly. Before his immunity faded, Shi Hao obliterated the leader, blood and bone scattering like mist.

Seizing a great bow, Shi Hao loosed arrow after arrow. Screams filled the air as fleeing riders fell, some exploding into gory fragments.

War was never gentle—always brutal, always bloody. The entire troop was annihilated, yet Shi Hao felt no joy. More would come.

“Move!”

He pulled Yun Xi deeper into the ancient battlefield.

Sure enough, more cavalry arrived, tracking their trail.

From then on, it was a path of blood. They slaughtered over a dozen pursuing squads, their robes drenched in crimson.

“Leave me behind. Save yourself,” Yun Xi pleaded once, after a narrow escape from a True God, saved only by luring it into a demon’s lair.

“We’ll shake them off,” Shi Hao muttered.

Soon, another group appeared. A young man, studying Yun Xi through a mirror, gasped.

“It’s them! Surround them!” he ordered, ecstatic.

“Young Lord, be cautious,” an elder warned.

The youth, a descendant of a War Clan king, scowled. “Our generation has three War Kings. One is nearby—I’ll claim this prize before him!”

Yun Xi paled. The War Kings—legendary young supremos—were here. She glanced at Shi Hao, fear in her eyes.

In the War Clan, the title of War King signified peerless talent, surpassing all predecessors. Such figures were always guarded by elite protectors.

“I wonder… just how strong these War Kings are?” Shi Hao mused, eyes blazing.

After all, this was the War Emperor’s lineage—one of the ancient Ten Great Clans! War Kings were rare, appearing only once in countless generations.

This era had three—an unprecedented anomaly.