Chapter 585 - 566: The Greatest Divine Statue in History

Of course, at a time like this, it was the ladies’ chance to shine. Hu Jing, Zhao Lingxuan, and the others naturally weren’t going to be low-key. Newcomers like Song Yifan and Yue Shan also performed their signature acts. One had to admit, Yue Shan was truly amazing in this regard. After all, she had been to many places and had an endless supply of all sorts of novel tricks.

On this day, anything and everything was met with thunderous applause.

The mischievous Cheng Cheng couldn’t get away without performing either. The little one had even joined the final battle. In Snow Moon City, she was the resident ray of sunshine, and despite her young age, she possessed a resolve that others didn’t.

At the peak of the festivities, all eyes turned to Wang Meng. Everyone here had come for him, and Wang Meng had delivered on his promise, finally leading them all to victory!

Here, no one boasted of their own merits or what they had done, because this victory belonged to the entire Burning Castle.

Wang Meng stood up and raised his glass. "To our fallen brothers! For their sake, we must live on! And we will be victorious!"

GLORY~~~~~~

It was a cheer that resounded throughout the entire city, a cry from the very depths of their souls. At this moment, nothing else mattered.

Sects? Small Thousand Realms? They had all faced death countless times. Those still living were brothers. They lived for Wang Meng, they fought for Wang Meng.

This was the world-renowned Holy Hall Army!

Revelry. An all-night celebration that needed no reason. Every single person who had held on to the very end was a hero.

Meanwhile, a panicked Chi Zhu was leading the remnants of the Demon Army in a desperate flight toward the Demon Capital. His heart had turned to ice. It wasn’t just the crushing defeat; he was even more worried about the situation back in the Demon Capital.

While Snow Moon City celebrated, Zhang Liang was not idle. He remained at his post, determined to spread the news throughout the entire Small Thousand Realm. This was a moment of glory for the Holy Hall!

It was the kind of news everyone was eager to spread, no mobilization required.

When the news reached the Four Directions Small Thousand World, the entire realm erupted. Cheers echoed from every corner.

The news reached the Cultivation Academies, and they too erupted. It wasn’t just students from Starlight; many from the other academies had also gone to Snow Moon City, believing it was a place where they could realize their dreams.

The Star Alliance had changed its traditions and the very mindset of its disciples. They had learned to choose for themselves.

It was a monumental victory. Of the Five Great Demon Kings, one was dead and two were captured. The news sent shockwaves through the entire Star Alliance.

Wang Meng. A legend has descended!

This is what a true champion should be!

And yet, the quietest place of all was the Holy Hall in the Four Directions Small Thousand World.

The entire Holy Mountain was silent, for every last Holy Hall Disciple was on the front lines.

This was the Holy Hall!

The celebrations continued to spread as everyone recognized the significance of this battle. Burning Castle had dealt devastating blows to two major Demon Race legions in a row. Such an achievement meant the Star Alliance had not only held its ground, but could finally begin to counter-attack.

Comparisons are odious. While others were still relishing the victory, Mingren had already led his Demon Race army in an all-out assault. Mingren would never let even the slightest tactical opportunity slip by.

The title of Saint Demon was not just for show.

The Demon Race forces had not been routed. Though their defense was tenacious, it was clearly different from before. The events at the Demon Capital had shaken them to their core. As the battle raged, Mingren’s army selected their loudest warriors to bellow the news of the Demon Capital’s fate, sowing chaos among the enemy ranks.

The effect was undeniable, as rumors had already been spreading within Mingren’s own forces.

Moreover, the one key figure who could have debunked the rumors, Chi Zhu, was not present.

Not long after Mingren’s army mobilized, Lin Jinghao’s forces also made their move. The resistance they faced, however, was much stronger. Chi Huang’s army was truly the Demon Race’s finest elite, and they held firm even now. Nevertheless, the news of Chi Huang’s death still shook their morale.

Regardless, it was a significant breakthrough. The Star Alliance had finally begun its counteroffensive.

With war on four fronts, Jii Wanli couldn’t remain idle either. He too launched a grand, sweeping campaign, though the results remained unknown.

The curtain had risen on the Star Alliance’s vigorous counteroffensive, with victories of varying degrees being achieved on all fronts.

People were just now discovering, to their astonishment, that the once-weakest Burning Castle had become the strongest of them all.

An army, after all, is a completely different beast than a single man.

The terrifying combat power of the Holy Hall Army was enough to make anyone take notice. And with a fearsome leader like Wang Meng at the helm, they were simply unstoppable.

The one thing the other fortresses lacked was a Zhang Liang. He disseminated the news, and he didn’t need to exaggerate in the slightest—he just needed to get the word out. Soon enough, however, the stories began to take on a life of their own.

Even if the stories transformed Wang Meng into a giant, fifty feet tall and fifty feet wide, he was still described as being as great as a god.

"That was so satisfying! Another huge victory! We can finally live in peace for a while!"

"Haha, I thought we were goners! When I heard Wang Meng had charged into the Demon Capital all by himself, I was already packing my bags."

"What the hell do you know? Those Demon whelps pissed off the Saint Emperor. They were just asking to die!"

"You can go up against anyone, but don’t mess with the Holy Hall Army. I heard that as long as Wang Meng is around, everyone’s Cultivation doubles on the spot! Damn, they’re not even human!"

"Bullshit! Who are you trying to fool? Just double? I heard if you just shout ’For the glory of the Holy Hall!’, you get endless Elemental Power and your wounds heal instantly! How else could they have killed so many Demons?"

"Damn, fighting alongside guys like that must be incredible!"

"Get real. The Holy Hall Army only takes heroes. A coward like you would just piss his pants."

"Screw you! Back in my day..."

"I heard both Female Demons were captured. And they have a Demon King bloodline or something."

"Fuck, have ’em bear a couple of sons for Wang Meng and see what the Demon Race does then!"

"Haha, if the Saint Emperor isn’t interested, us brothers can take care of it for him!"

"They say one of the two Witches is like a black pearl, and the other a white jade beauty. Both are supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous."

"Tsk, I say we should just have them submit to the Saint Emperor’s powerful aura and convert to the Star Alliance."

"That’s a vicious move. I hear the Demon King Level is passed down by bloodline. Now that the two Female Demons with the purest blood have been captured, let’s see what the Demon Race does!"

"Now that’s a real man’s man. Too bad my aptitude sucks, or I’d have joined the Holy Hall myself."

"You could go chop firewood for them."

"A guy like him? No one would even take him on to carry water! HAHAHAHA."

The great victory delivered by the Holy Hall also restored the spirits of many Cultivators across the Small Thousand Realms who had been living on edge.

Living in constant fear day in and day out was just too miserable. A single Demon slipping through a spatial rift was difficult enough to handle; one could only imagine what the Holy Hall Army faced against countless Demons in the Slaughter Space.

The average Cultivator felt a deep, heartfelt admiration and respect for such warriors.

The festivities continued and the news spread like wildfire. The result? Even more people began to journey toward the Slaughter Space to join the "Holy City"!

In fact, the effect on the Small Thousand Realms was secondary. The crucial part was how the courage displayed by the Holy Hall Army in battle after battle changed the perspective of many elite disciples from the Cultivation Academies.

The reports from Cultivators returning from other fortresses were completely different. In other places, people felt a rigid hierarchy; they were basically treated like gofers. But the Holy Hall Army was different. There, you were given a chance to surpass yourself and undergo a true metamorphosis.

Once you met the people of the Holy Hall, you’d realize you hadn’t really been living at all.

This wasn’t just empty hype; it spread by word of mouth, and always from non-Holy Hall disciples. The Holy Hall Disciples themselves didn’t need to say a word—they were already living it.

It was the influx of elite disciples from the five great Cultivation Academies that truly forged the Holy Hall Army into what it was.

Many were also drawn by their admiration for Wang Meng’s power; everyone wanted to witness the legendary Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon God Statue for themselves.

The greatest Divine Statue in all of history.

Of course, there were also plenty who wanted to see the two Demon Race captives for themselves. Two great Female Demon Kings, captured alive. It was just too incredible.