Chapter 879 - 539: Ascension to Immortality! The Human Race’s True Immortal! (Part 2)

Chapter 879: Chapter 539: Ascension to Immortality! The Human Race’s True Immortal! (Part 2)

The remaining strong members of the Demon Race left the territory of the Human Race in reverence.

Immortals endure, and the Demon Race can no longer set foot in the Star Sea.

Yet, some people’s faces showed strange expressions.

For the Star Sea Race once gained fame by stepping on Ao Sifang.

And now, the Human Race has a Great Saint who also gained fame by stepping on Ao Sifang.

What can be said?

One can only sympathize with that Dragon Race Celestial Pride.

At the same time, some Demon Race strong members had other thoughts.

The Demon Race raising the Human Race had long become a perfected industry chain.

And now, the Human Race has risen.

It must be known that in this land, there never existed beings that dared openly raise a race possessing a Great Saint.

"Yet, the Human Race provides immense help in transformation."

"One Great Saint is not enough."

"But anticipate that the price for Human Circle’s humans will rise, as now it’s considered somewhat risky."

The departing Demon Race strong members were filled with myriad thoughts.

In the endless void, powerful auras collided with each other again.

Yet, they were isolated by the void, unable to transmit the commotion to the mainland.

"Whiskered Dragon old monster, I’ve tolerated you long enough!"

"My race barely brought forth a good seed, yet twice had its Dao Heart broken by the humans you indulged."

"Even if he survived, he would almost never comprehend a complete Law."

"Humph, inferior skill, why babble on! Isn’t your disciple still alive?"

"The Human Race is a subsidiary of my Star Sea lineage, and if it produces a Great Saint comprehending a complete mainstream Law, it is as if my Dragon Palace produced such a Great Saint."

"Are you suggesting I waste a strong figure for your incompetent descendant?"

"That’s our Dragon Race Great Saint! Not someone outsiders can compare!"

"Spouting nonsense! As a Dragon Race Great Saint, couldn’t even defeat a freshly ascended Great Saint of the Human Race, you dare say it!"

"You seem to have forgotten the weak shall devour the strong rule of the Demon Race."

"You!"

The two majestic existences clashed again yet were unable to conquer each other.

Ultimately, the one from the North Sea lineage snorted coldly and departed.

The Star Sea lineage being known as Whiskered Dragon’s Great Saint transformed into a human form, standing in mid-air.

His expression was somewhat complex.

"Ancestral Dragon’s decree, betting on both outcomes indeed..."

"This future fate, even Lord Ancestor Dragon cannot perceive it..."

"Alas..."

His figure vanished, and the void returned to silence.

Above the Star Sea.

Many strong members of the Starry Sea Dragon Palace bore complicated expressions.

"Unexpectedly, not just Ao Sifang precedes me."

"Even Xuanjun precedes me."

Ao Wui sighed.

Beside him, Dugu Li held Ao Wui’s hand.

"I believe you can break through."

Yet, beside Wan’e Fairy was a face that seemed to have words unsaid.

Power Element Demon Monarch standing next to her shook his head.

For if one were to look closely, it could be observed that although still a middle-aged gentleman’s appearance, Dugu Li’s face had traces of old age.

Dugu Li was too old.

Three thousand years had passed again.

Dugu Li’s age had surpassed ten thousand years.

For the Dragon Race, ten thousand years for a True Dragon doesn’t count for much.

But for the Human Race, ten thousand years is already the limit of life.

"Alright, go into seclusion."

"When you break through, I’ll invite Xuanjun to safeguard the Dao for you."

"Alright."

Ao Wui didn’t think much, transformed into a True Dragon, and departed.

"Why is she still unaware."

"The Human Race itself is naturally short-lived, it’s the innate cost of possessing the Dao Body."

"I am the Human Race’s first Divinity Transformation, and I hid much from her, so naturally she wouldn’t mind."

"The Dragon Race’s longevity treasures..."

"Consumed all that could be consumed. At my breakthrough, there wasn’t a mature system, now I cannot become an Immortal like Xuanjun, nor have your longevity, these many longevity treasures merely let me live to over ten thousand years."

Fine lines subtly appeared around Dugu Li’s eyes.

The meaning of aging was almost visible on the surface.

Yet Dugu Li gently wiped his eye corner.

The skin became smooth again, he smiled, as if still the Dragon Palace’s handsome son-in-law.

"All living beings in this world, have life and death."

"Only a Great Saint... and Immortals, perhaps avoid these."

"But I, clearly cannot step into the Immortal realm."

Dugu Li turned, looking at Wan’e Fairy.

He looked at her intently, said, "Throughout my life, I’ve only cared for two things: one is the rise of the Human Race..."

"I watched the weak Human Race, tolerated it, and grew accustomed to the condescending gazes of Dragon Race members."

"I also watched the Human Race slowly grow, more Divinity Transformations emerged, Immortals emerged."

"I hope the Human Race continues to grow strong."

"When the Human Race truly becomes the dominator species of this land, possesses the ability to shatter all Human Circles, possesses the ability to no longer become other races’ prey blood."

"I ask you, at my grave, to recount these deeds."

"The second is, my beloved wife, Ao Wui."

"She has accompanied me for ten thousand years, I hope my approaching death won’t affect her."

"Please keep this secret."

"Moreover, the rise of the Human Race is bound to conflict with the Dragon Race, I ask you for my sake not to make things difficult for her."

Dugu Li’s gaze was serene.

But within his gaze, lay the shadow of ten thousand years.

Wan’e Fairy was somewhat silent.

From a certain viewpoint, she was Dugu Li’s elder.

Only she hadn’t lived as long as Dugu Li, due to being sealed by the Dragon Race Secret Technique.

"What you say, I, along with other Dao friends, will keep in mind."

"That’s good."

Dugu Li nodded and as usual returned to the sea, back to the Dragon Palace.

The Ancestral Spirit slowly drifted beside her.

"Longevity, I do have a plan that could solve it."

"It’s a little late however, and might not suit Dugu Li DAO friend."

Wan’e Fairy was slightly stunned.

The Ancestral Spirit had conjured the Yang God, Ghost Cultivator, even progressed rather prosperously with the Talisman Dao having much of his traces.

"What is that?"

"The Incense Fire Dao!"

"It’s also an integral part of my vague future plans for human survival on this mainland."

"However, Cultivators might be unwilling."

The Ancestral Spirit began narrating the differences between the Incense Fire Dao and the Path of Cultivation, as well as the benefits of the Incense Fire Dao.

...........

In the distance.

A phantom figure in simple white robes stood in mid-air watching everything that just transpired.

"Grown up indeed."

This person was naturally Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu looked at the sea below, felt the sea breeze coming towards him, and his eyes showed a gentle expression.

A blue-clothed figure appeared before Zhao Fu.

"On behalf of the Human Race, I thank Emperor Beiyin Fengdu for his assistance."

"But I have one more unclear thing."

"The Great Emperor seems rather familiar, were you a friend of mine in life?"

Luo Xuanjun emerged from the wind, sizing up Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu merely shook his head.

"Immortal need not inquire more, the dead do not question matters of life."

"What was is no longer important."

Luo Xuanjun fixed her gaze on Zhao Fu, seemingly trying to find something within him.

Yet after a long time.

She simply cupped her hands.

"Just now the Ancestral Spirit DAO friend relayed a message to me, hoping for deeper collaboration with the Great Emperor and the Netherworld."

"Much appreciated to the Great Emperor."

"Immortal is courteous."

Luo Xuanjun nodded.

Her figure once more blended into the wind.

Zhao Fu lastly glanced at the Star Sea, then stepped forward, returning to the Netherworld.

In the Netherworld, countless Ghost Race members knelt on the ground.

Zhao Fu donned his imperial robes and crown.

His eyes were filled with majesty.

"You all shall serve as the Guardian Spirits of the Thirty-Three Layers of Purgatory, to make amends."

"We do not submit, if not for the suppression by the Netherworld! What standing do you have!"

"What sin do we have!"

"I declare you guilty, hence you are guilty."

The Netherworld’s chilly winds roared.

In the Star Sea.

A blue-clothed figure glanced where Zhao Fu had departed, shaking his head, and walked away as well.