abnabooks Chapter 1118 - 1122: Quasi-Saint War
Chapter 1118 - 1122: Quasi-Saint War
"Jia Xu, deploy the elite ’Hidden Guard’ to gather intelligence on secretive powers, with a focus on the Hehuan Sect and the Giants!"
After dealing with the remnants of the Literary Realm, Qin Wudao turned his gaze to Jia Xu and commanded with authority.
He was certain that the Hehuan Sect was already a mortal enemy of the Qin Dynasty, an irreconcilable one.
However, the Qin Dynasty was completely in the dark about this enemy, such as the sect’s location, the number of powerful figures, and followers, all unknown.
The enemy is in the shadows while we are in the light.
This situation is undoubtedly very passive for the Qin Dynasty.
As for the situation of the Giants, it’s very similar to that of the Hehuan Sect—equally mysterious, unknown, and powerful.
Although the causal line between the Qin Dynasty and the Giants was faint, they couldn’t be careless and needed to prepare early.
Therefore, the top priority is to gather intelligence!
"Yes, my lord!"
Jia Xu stepped forward with a solemn expression and nodded seriously.
As someone who worked in intelligence, he naturally understood the importance of information. Without it, the Qin Dynasty would be like a blind man, not knowing how to retaliate if attacked.
...
The Jinwu Demon Court.
In the suspended Emperor’s Palace.
The atmosphere was extremely serious as the high-ranking members of the Demon Race gathered.
"Demon Emperor, the Saint Clan has already declared independence!"
Peng Emperor walked to the center of the hall, looking exhausted, without his former spirit, and reported in a deep voice.
It’s no exaggeration to say that this Dao propagation catastrophe was fatal to the Demon Race. Not only did plans spanning several eras come to naught, but they also gained an enemy in the Saint Clan.
Critically, the Demon Race did not obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
So, over time, the Demon Race would fall far behind other forces that obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
"It’s all because I was too arrogant back then!"
On the imperial throne, Emperor Tian said with a bitter expression.
As the first martial artist to break through to the Pre-saint Realm since the Sky-Breaking Era, he grew extremely arrogant and ordered all realms to submit after his retreat.
The cost of his arrogance was a formidable new enemy.
Adding a seed of evil.
"Demon Emperor, we mustn’t be overly pessimistic!"
At this moment, Bai Ze, who had been silently sitting, revealed a cold smile: "The Saint Ancestor hasn’t broken through to a Dao Saint yet! Moreover, I think this is an opportunity!"
"What opportunity?"
Emperor Tian was slightly taken aback and asked.
"The opportunity to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi and prove the Dao to become a Saint!"
Bai Ze stood up and said, his eyes cold, with hair flying and a terrifying stellar force bursting forth, soaring straight to the heavens.
At these words.
Emperor Tian was stunned!
The nine Demon Kings were stunned!
The leaders of each major clan were also stunned!
"Seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
"Indeed! Why didn’t I think of this?"
"The Hongmeng Purple Qi is something for proving the Dao; it will remain until one breaks through to a Dao Saint. I just need to kill the Saint Ancestor and seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and a dead-end puzzle becomes alive!"
Emperor Tian murmured, his eyes shining, and the previous distress and depression were swept away, and he became excited.
A chance of survival!
He saw a chance for the Demon Race’s survival!
If he could seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he had hope to prove the Dao and become a Saint, and then the Demon Race might have the chance to dominate the world.
"Thank you for the guidance, Demon Saint!"
Soon, Emperor Tian calmed down, descended the nine-tier imperial steps, and bowed to Bai Ze.
This bow was without any false sentiment.
It was heartfelt.
Because Bai Ze’s words could change the fate of the Demon Race.
"Your Majesty is too kind!"
Bai Ze was slightly surprised and hurriedly helped Emperor Tian up, then glanced at the red causal lines on himself, revealing a cold smile, and offered advice with clasped hands: "Your Majesty, there is no time to lose!"
Hearing this, Emperor Tian smiled slightly.
Then, turning to face the high-ranking members of the Demon Race, he commanded with murderous intent: "Pass the order, all martial artists above the Immortal Emperor level in the Demon Race, follow me to attack the Saint Clan!"
As his words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from him, Jinwu divine fire burned, obliterating the void, releasing blinding light like a scorching sun illuminating the world.
The might of the emperor’s path was vast, filling the great hall, cleansing heaven and earth.
His eyes revealed ruthlessness and murderous intent.
What is the essence of martial arts?
It is struggle!
For the future of the Demon Race, the Saint Ancestor who acquired the Hongmeng Purple Qi must die!
As for whether this action would fail, he did not worry at all. With two quasi-saint powerhouses, the Demon Race could easily defeat the Saint Clan.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
In the emperor’s hall, numerous Demon Race powerhouses knelt and shouted in unison.
...
Wan Ye Mid-world.
In the academy.
"Gentlemen, I have decided to deploy troops to reclaim the Literary Realm!"
In a certain grand hall, Literature Destiny sat in a high position, overlooking the figures below, speaking calmly.
He wore a white literary robe, a jade crown on his head, exuding a refined air, surrounded by literary aura, emanating supreme majesty that intimidated the surrounding void.
"Yes, Your Grace!"
The Grand Elders of the Literary Academy and the Art Academy, among others, couldn’t help but reveal excitement and responded vehemently.
The Literary Realm!
In their hearts, it was always a thorn.
But heaven had eyes!
Allowing Literature Destiny to inherit the Dao lineage and break through to the Pre-saint Realm.
When one person attains the Dao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
They finally could return to their old home, rebuilding the Literary Realm and reclaiming lost honor.
"Young Master, when we deploy troops to the Literary Realm, the Qin Dynasty will surely send people to obstruct us..."
The Grand Elder of the Art Academy hesitated, feeling uneasy, and couldn’t help but ask.
"Don’t worry!"
"If they dare to come, we’ll leave them here!"
"The times have changed, and the Qin Dynasty without a quasi-saint powerhouse, is destined to be eliminated, a phoenix plucked of its feathers is not as good as a chicken!"
"Moreover, even if the Qin Dynasty doesn’t come, after reclaiming the Literary Realm, I will also declare war on the Qin Dynasty, seizing its resources and territories, spreading the Dao lineage of the Literary Dao throughout all realms!"
Literature Destiny continued, his eyes burning, his voice filled with greed and murderous intent, making people’s hearts tremble and unable to resist submitting.
And declaring war on the Qin Dynasty.
Was only the first step of his plan.
His ultimate goal was to promote the Literary Dao, making it the number one Dao lineage in all realms, then use it as the foundation to prove the Dao and become a Saint, achieving Eternity.
"Young Master Saint..."
Listening to his words, everyone in the hall was flushed and extremely excited.
In a trance, they saw Literature Destiny succeed in proving the Dao, leading the rise of the Literary Realm, dominating all realms, becoming the strongest Dao lineage that moment.
And they would be ministers following the dragon, enjoying endless glory and wealth.
As everyone was imagining a bright future, a voice filled with murderous intent transmitted from beyond the stars, echoing in Wan Ye Mid-world: "Cao Cao of the Qin Dynasty is here, remnants of the Literary Realm, come out and die?"
Boom!
The indomitable will of a dictator swept across the universe, crushing all directions.
The sky of the world shattered.
The entire world teetered precariously.
Countless disciples of the Literary Realm couldn’t withstand the pressure, and in that instant, perished completely.
"Courting death!"
In the grand hall, Literature Destiny paused for a moment, then quickly reacted, his figure fading and disappearing.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived in the starry sky, his face icy, the killing intent around him surging, almost becoming tangible, staining the stars red.