Chapter 888 - 544: Fengdu Emperor’s Sword

Chapter 888: Chapter 544: Fengdu Emperor’s Sword

The earth churns, as Earth Dragons roll.

The towering figures above the Nine Heavens engage in battle.

Boundless divine light cascades down from the sky and clouds.

Yet it plows the earth like frenzied Divine Swords.

Mountains overturned, majestic ranges collapse and break, peaks bisected, half mountains lie across the land, dust rises to shroud the sky.

The earth trembles, cracks meander like giant serpents, deep chasms crisscross, as if the earth is torn mercilessly.

Rivers redirect, torrents lose original channels, galloping wildly like untamed steeds.

Creatures suffer, countless lives vanish in this catastrophe.

Darkened skies, thick clouds cover the heavens, sunlight fails to pierce mountains.

In the forest, countless beasts flee.

Yet they look around bewildered, unaware of where safety lies.

But they wait not to ponder.

Divine light descends from the sky, easily obliterating all.

Above the Star Sea.

A massive azure shield forms a new blue sky, protecting this piece of pure land.

In the sky, seventy-two star rays shine bright, interconnected in layers.

A green-clad figure with a longsword on their back sits cross-legged, floating with eyes slightly closed, forming hand seals.

Beneath them lies a gigantic stone statue of the Nine Heavens Goddess.

Vast Power of Faith pours into the statue, transforming into pure energy.

Vaguely formidable force descends on the light shield, yet turns to nothingness.

"The Witch Demon War, this world, will change."

A Divinity Transformation Powerhouse looks skyward, eyes filled with complexity.

Others grip hands tight, vowing to grow stronger to protect the Human Race.

Most feel at ease, fortunate to have strong protection on this troubled continent.

The Sea Race of the Star Sea also rises from the ocean surface.

Amazed, they gaze at apocalyptic scenes beyond the shield.

Some Sea Race views of the Human Race change.

Even some Sea Race offer resources voluntarily, supporting the Human Race.

Despite the recent war where the Human Race seized items from the Sea Race.

Yet, the protection of the Star Sea is a fact.

Within the Cultivation Council.

The Ancestral Spirit sits at the head, eyes sweeping over twenty plus Divinity Transformations among the Human Race.

"How goes the Divine Kingdom Plan?"

"Sixty percent successful, but the plan demands vast resources..."

"Sixty percent, not bad."

The Ancestral Spirit sighs in relief.

The so-called Divine Kingdom Plan is for the Human Race to protect their scattered fire seeds across the Witch Demon Continent.

Also, for those surviving through the Qi Fortune Dynasty in partnership with faith deities among human dynasties.

The plan sacrifices deities, turns their bodies into temporary Alternate Spaces to shelter the common people.

To be opened post-war.

Otherwise, there’s scant room for survival and development on this continent.

"The Witch Race and Demon Race have gone utterly bloodthirsty."

"Golden Crow Race launched the first strike, the legendary East Emperor entering Ancestor Dragon Realm, and Emperor Jun of similar realm from Golden Crow Race have engaged."

"On the Witch Race side, Great Witches also join, rumors speak of Ancestral Witches intervening..."

The Ancestral Spirit’s tone is calm.

Yet no attendees could match his calm demeanor.

This continent, eventually named Witch Demon Continent.

And not Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm of later times.

Witch Demon Continent, forever ruled by Wu and Yao tribes.

Even the highly evolved Human Race now is merely an appendage of the Dragon Race within the Demon Race.

The Ancestral Spirit surveys those around.

Floating islands within clouds hold the strongest, elite forces of the Human Race today.

Sky faintly echoes with dragon chants.

Several streams of light soar from the sea.

Luo Xuanjun points aloft single-handedly, opening a channel.

The Star Sea Dragon Race Great Saint also acts.

The mighty aura casts gloom over all present humans.

The Human Race now is still too weak.

In this war, merely able to protect itself.

But even that, is sufficient.

Self-protection, a dream for innumerable races.

"We, the Human Race, are still too weak compared to the Witch and Demon Races."

"This epic war’s protagonists are the Demon Race and Witch Race, not us Humans."

The Ancestral Spirit gazes at the crowd, eyes full of spirit.

"What we strive for is not the war."

"But the world post-war, where continental powers are reshuffled."

"What we strive for is not the present age."

"But the ages to come!"

"I, Ancestral Spirit, Chief Divinity Transformation of the Human Race, to this end, stand united with all."

The Ancestral Spirit bows to everyone.

Yet unknown until when, from the second seat among many, a figure in a white common robe appears.

Following other Divinity Transformation Cultivators in returning the bow to the Ancestral Spirit, only to vanish again.

Besides the Ancestral Spirit, none could sense his presence among the gathered powerhouses.

[As the Ancestral Spirit said.]

[The Human Race can never be the protagonist in this war of calamity, not even a supporting role.]

[Even you, claimed as the strongest Divinity Transformation, can only watch from the Netherworld the towering figures battling above the Celestial Dome.]

[At fourteen thousand years, Fengy Hongyu broke through to Great Saint, yet at that breakthrough moment was ambushed by the Witch Race. The Phoenix body torn and devoured.]

[Enraged, the Phoenix Race joins the fray as well.]