Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Please Sword Venerable Fudao Take Action!

Gu An could only sigh along with Di Xie when he heard his words.

Escape to the ocean?

What a joke!

Gu An didn’t know what was on Di Xie’s mind, but he felt that after the extermination of the Eight Dynasties Human Race, the next to suffer would be the demons.

The previous legends had already proven this. When the land was covered by demons, powerful cultivators would come.

Using humans to feed demons, using demons to feed humans?

By making some adjustments, it wouldn’t be fratricide, and the Holy Land would still be revered by both races.

Gu An chatted with Di Xie half-heartedly, his eyes never leaving the Heavenly Repair Platform. He was also weighing whether to make a move.

After all, he was still quite some time away from the critical point of a million years of life span.

If he broke through now, he would certainly break through to a higher realm, but he wanted to unlock the next life span function even more.

He feared that his intervention might accelerate the process of the great demon calamity.

…

The Great Jiang Dynasty, here in the northernmost part of the Eight Dynasties, was a land of towering mountains and precipitous ridges, full of world-renowned wonders.

Backed by the Demon Land, the survival environment for the cultivators of the Great Jiang Dynasty was more difficult, which was why it had produced the strongest dynasty.

In the Northern Territory, where mountains overlapped, and heavy snow covered the sky, the majestic snow mist made the mountains appear as the ridges of a true dragon, grand and spectacular, and almost like a wall created by heaven, separating the world into two halves.

On one of the mountains, Lu Lingjun sat cross-legged on a giant boulder. The Spiritual Power emanating from her kept the surrounding snow mist at bay, forming wisps of white smoke rising into the air.

She slowly opened her eyes, gazing towards the horizon.

In the front, the mountains still undulated, and there was a faint firelight at the end of the world, which the flying snow could not completely obscure. Strong winds occasionally blew towards Lu Lingjun.

The terrifying demon energy of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon enveloped the entire world, making even Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor on her shoulder uneasy.

“What is he waiting for?” the White Spirit Demon Emperor asked in a low voice.

Lu Lingjun remained calm and replied, “It might have something to do with the Mountain God. After all, a Mahayana Cultivator died at the hands of the Mountain God.”

“Will the Mountain God take action? There are many more demons in the north. This calamity is far beyond what the Ephemera Sect can compare to. No matter how you look at it, the Human Race is doomed,” the White Spirit Demon Emperor muttered.

As a demon itself, it naturally would not side with the Human Race; it hoped Lu Lingjun would leave this troubled place.

Lu Lingjun remained silent, looking into the distance, her thoughts unknown.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor couldn’t help but urge, “Lingjun, why not head south? Perhaps the ocean isn’t as dangerous.”

Lu Lingjun wistfully said, “Do you remember when the Supreme Sect’s cultivators protected me during my breakthrough?”

Upon hearing this, the White Spirit Demon Emperor opened its mouth but finally said nothing.

It understood Lu Lingjun too well.

If Lu Lingjun wasn’t so sentimental, would it have followed her?

The White Spirit Demon Emperor’s snake head lowered, and it said sullenly, “Then let’s see how powerful the Mountain God is. By the way, the Supreme Sect still has a Sword Venerable Fudao; he should take action.”

Screech—

A piercing dragon roar echoed through the sky, snow mixed with a fishy wind rushed forward, and the mountains beneath Lu Lingjun trembled.

Ten thousand miles away.

War was raging, the land was charred, lava flowed among the scorched earth, firelight floated between heaven and earth, and mountains were flattened, leaving behind giant holes in the remaining peaks. Numerous cultivators hovered in the sky, with various grand formations spanning the heavens.

The land was divided into two by an abyssal rift, with Human Race cultivators casting spells on one side and demons and ghosts crammed along the cliff edge on the other, their faces twisted in ferocity, their roars and howls turning the land into a hellscape.

A terrifying Giant Demon stood behind the endless hordes of demons, his towering body cloaked in black armor, with sharp fangs on his shoulder guards resembling mountain peaks, and heads hanging from his belt—all of them Great Demons’ heads.

His body was humanoid, soaring a thousand feet high, with his neck reaching into the clouds, and six sea dragon heads looming amidst the cloud cover, with pairs of blood-red eyes seemingly peering from the abyss, instilling terror amongst those who saw them.

He was the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, a peerless Great Demon, fearsome across the Demon Land!

On his shoulder was a small figure shrouded in pitch-black demon energy, revealing only a goat head with eyes red like blood beads.

“Great King, it appears the Human Race has no Mahayana Cultivators, and that so-called Mountain God doesn’t dare cause trouble,” the goat-headed demon said, its voice reaching the Six-Headed Sea Dragon’s ears.

Upon hearing this, a terrifying pressure erupted, sending the demons in front fleeing in panic, making way for the Six-Headed Sea Dragon.

In the face of the mountain-sized Six-Headed Sea Dragon, most demons were as insignificant as ants.

As the Six-Headed Sea Dragon stepped forward, ghostly energy surged, forming countless seductive female ghosts, whose laughter gathering together, caused disorientation among the distant Human Race cultivators.

“The Six-Headed Sea Dragon is coming!”

A burly man in a gray robe roared in anger, his voice thunderous.

The Cangtian Sect Master, Liang Canghai, flew to the front of the formation, raising his long sword high and shouting angrily, “Disciples of the Cangtian Sect, follow orders, take your elixirs and fight to the death!”

As his voice fell, a million Cangtian Sect disciples without hesitation took out their elixirs, which were dark brown. After consuming them, their Spiritual Power surged, blood energy emanated from their bodies, their faces turned blue with bulging veins, and their eyes were bloodshot.

The leaders of other sects also gave similar orders, all prepared to fight to the death. The Supreme Sect was no exception.

Ancestor Xuan Quan flew over the battlefield to the edge of the cliff, holding a horsetail whisk in one hand. He drew talismans with the other hand, each one forming a symbol made of Spiritual Power which lined up in front.

More and more Mystic Heart Realm Great Cultivators flew to the skies above the cliff that divided the battlefield, facing the approaching Six-Headed Sea Dragon together.

Mad Swordsman Han Ming was also in the Great Yu Dynasty’s formation, ready to fight to the death.

Lu Lingjun arrived, stepping on a hundred-zhang-long white python, holding a sword in both hands, her presence dominant, with no fear in her eyes.

“It seems the Human Race has no Mahayana Cultivators. If that’s the case, they should become livestock for the Demon Clan!”

The icy voice of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon echoed throughout heaven and earth. Following this, the six terrifying dragon heads roared simultaneously, shaking the world.

The dragon roar converged and spread far, reaching the land of the Eight Dynasties.

The great battle reignited!

This time, the Six-Headed Sea Dragon’s advance signified the official start of the demon calamity!

…

The Supreme Sect, Outer Gate City.

When the dragon roar came from afar, the flying snow seemed to pause, and the hundreds of thousands of disciples on the Heavenly Repair Platform simultaneously opened their eyes.

Gu Zong, sitting in the center, had a drastic change in his expression, his eyes full of worry.

Disciples in the streets, manors, and courtyards were all disturbed. Even without seeing the situation in the Northern Territory, just hearing the sound made them tremble with fear.

What kind of demonic monstrosity could produce such a terrifying roar?

Even the Medicine Valley outside the Outer Gate was alarmed.

Mystic Valley, mountaintop.

Gu An and Chu Jingfeng stood side by side, gazing northward, their robes billowing in the wind and snow.

Chu Jingfeng frowned upon hearing the dragon roar of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon and asked, “Valley Master, do you think the Supreme Sect can survive this calamity this time?”

Gu An, observing the battle with his Divine Sense, said, “Of course, trust the Supreme Sect, trust our Immortal Cultivation World.”

When the Six-Headed Sea Dragon crossed that ravine, waves of Mystic Heart Realm auras from the Eight Dynasties began rushing towards the Northern Territory.

Not just from the Eight Dynasties!

Even from the southern ocean, powerful auras emerged!

At this moment, Gu An felt the deep foundation of the Eight Dynasties Human Race, the accumulation of nearly ten thousand years.

Some would seek fortune in the ocean, but many others, even in foreign lands, yearned for their homeland.

Gu An’s left hand touched the Double Heart Ring on his right hand. Even without this ring, he could sense Lu Lingjun’s peril.

Despite the remote assault, Lu Lingjun was severely wounded. The Six-Headed Sea Dragon was overwhelmingly strong, its attacks heaven-shattering, forcing the entire Human Race to retreat continuously.

“It’s a shame I’m a cripple now, otherwise I would join the fight, even if it meant dying on the battlefield,” sighed Chu Jingfeng.

Gu An patted Chu Jingfeng’s shoulder, saying, “How can you be a cripple? As long as one lives, there is hope. You can turn your current frustration into motivation. Maybe one day, the Supreme Sect will need you to save it. At that time, you will be its hero. I hope to see that day in my lifetime.”

Chu Jingfeng couldn’t help but turn to him and asked, “Do you really think I can do that?”

Gu An smiled, “Of course. Brother Chu, in my eyes, you are a chosen one. What I can’t achieve, you certainly can.”

A chosen one?

Chu Jingfeng, in a daze, looked at Gu An’s smile, feeling a surge of strength within him.

For years, Gu An had been encouraging him.

If there was even a hint of insincerity, it wouldn’t have lasted until today.

This meant that Gu An genuinely had high hopes for him!

“Call for Sword Venerable Fudao to take action!”

A voice from afar shouted with all its might, followed by a gust of wind and snow rushing towards both of them.

Before Chu Jingfeng could speak, another shout rang out from the distance, the voice of tens of thousands of cultivators, in unison, resonating, which even the sound of wind and snow couldn’t drown out.

“Call for Sword Venerable Fudao to take action!”

“Call for Sword Venerable Fudao to take action!”

The voices grew louder as more people joined in.

Chu Jingfeng sighed, “I may not know if I can become a hero in the future, but now, Sword Venerable Fudao is the hero of the Supreme Sect.”

In the distance.

Within the Outer Gate City.

On the Heavenly Repair Platform, hundreds of thousands of disciples sat, shouting with all their might. Even the disciples on the streets joined in, pleading for Sword Venerable Fudao to take action.

Suddenly, Gu Zong, who was shouting, seemed to sense something. He looked down and saw his treasure sword trembling, as if wanting to be unsheathed.

He took off his sword, and so did other disciples. Some even retrieved their swords from their storage bags.

On the streets, disciples paused, looking in amazement at the swords at their waists or in their hands.

All the swords were trembling, and they felt a mighty Sword Intent enveloping them.

Could it be…?

The Supreme Sect cultivators’ hearts filled with a daring speculation.