Chapter 460: Ten Years

Time flies.

A full ten years have passed since Wang Mu flicked his finger to repel the Quasi-Emperor.

Over the past ten years, the Northern Region has completely regained its former vitality, and the members of the Saint Advent Society have been completely expelled.

As for the Absolute Beginning Holy Land, the Qiankun Holy Land, and the four great ancient clans, they were all forced back by the Northern Dark Holy Land, compelled to abandon the Holy Land foundations they had inherited for countless years and retreat to the Central Region and other places.

There was no other way.

The current Northern Sea possesses unprecedented combat power, and the number of Cultivators at every Realm far exceeds that of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land and the others.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current Absolute Beginning and Qiankun are merely Holy Lands in name only.

When it comes to the number of experts, even the former Earth Immortal Rank powers of the Northern Sea have no advantage to speak of.

It can be said that these past few years have been the most stifling period since their Holy Lands were founded.

However, fortunately, all of this ends starting today!

"The ancient path that should have taken at most five years to open has taken a full ten years!"

"Damn the Wang family, damn Wang Mu!"

"All of this ends here… After the Holy God descends, we will head to a true golden age where there is a chance for transcendence!"

On an ancient altar filled with the scent of blood and decay, everyone roared wildly at the sky.

The next moment, the altar suddenly lit up, and a pillar of light shot straight into the clouds.

High above in the sky, a massive and pitch-black vortex appeared, covering an area of a million miles, rotating slowly and steadily.

At the same time, waves of terrifying auras descended upon the world.

"It's here!"

Above the Northern Sea, giant waves rolled, the world turned gloomy, and the sound of thunder boomed like war drums.

Countless Cultivators walked on the waves, gazing at the distant sky with solemn expressions.

"Hehehe…"

"A fresh world, we have arrived!"

"Hahaha… the scent of living beings, the taste of Luck, how many years has it been? Finally, we can have a full meal!"

Following the shrill and sinister laughter, thousands of terrifying figures flew out from the pitch-black vortex, like locusts, swooping towards the Northern Sea.

They felt it. This place is where the Luck is most concentrated in the entire Cangyuan Realm.

This scene was incredibly terrifying.

Wherever those figures flew, mountains decayed, rivers dried up, and all living beings perished, as if they could devour all vitality in the world.

"I wondered what the Heavenly Demon Race was like? Turns out you are just a bunch of insane pests?"

Luo Xuanshuang stood at the very front of the group, standing proudly with her sword, a cold, murderous intent in her eyes.

The next moment, her sword rose with her.

A brilliant river of Sword Qi stretched across ten thousand miles.

"Ah—"

Screams filled the wild. Countless Heavenly Demons fell from the Void Realm, turning into ashes.

The power of this sword strike was terrifying, slaying an unknown number of the Demon Race.

"Kill!"

As Luo Xuanshuang made her move, the others no longer held back, soaring into the sky and rushing towards the dense swarm of Heavenly Demons.

At this moment, no nonsense was needed. Either you die, or I live.

The entire world became a battlefield.

Every moment, people fell.

Blood and death filled every corner.

"A deathbed struggle!"

With a cold, sinister laugh, a powerful Heavenly Demon clad in black armor with six wings on its back emerged from the terrifying vortex.

Its eyes were blood-red, and the aura on its body was unprecedentedly terrifying.

It raised its hand and tapped gently.

Ancient runes turned into falling stars.

Luo Xuanshuang's expression changed drastically. She raised her sword to meet the attack, and vast Sword Qi slashed out like raging waves, but it could not overcome the attack. She was forced back step by step, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

This scene shocked everyone.

Over the past ten years, Luo Xuanshuang had long since stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

Her strength was even greater than that of the Quasi-Emperors who had appeared on the battlefield back then.

Yet, in front of this Heavenly Demon, she fell into a disadvantage in just one exchange.

"Quasi-Emperor… Peak!"

Luo Xuanshuang frowned, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and whispered.

The Peak Quasi-Emperor Realm and an ordinary Quasi-Emperor are completely different Realms. It is only one step away from the Great Emperor. The difference in strength is too great. She could not possibly be a match.

"As expected, Mu'er was right. The foundation of the Heavenly Demon Race is astonishing; what was revealed before was just the tip of the iceberg."

The Peak Quasi-Emperor Heavenly Demon stared at Luo Xuanshuang, its eyes filled with condescending indifference: "My name is the Wujian Demon God. Your strength is not bad. Kneel down and kowtow, and I will allow you to follow me and become a human servant!"

As soon as the words fell, someone in the Heavenly Demon camp immediately shouted: "Why haven't you knelt down to thank him? Come here obediently! To be a human servant to Lord Demon God is an honor you couldn't cultivate in ten lifetimes!"

That person was also a Human Race. His strength was not weak, having also reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Yet, he obeyed the Heavenly Demon Race, considered himself a servant, and served the Demon God as his master.

As he spoke, his face was full of glory and pride. As if being a servant of the Demon God was such a proud thing?

Luo Xuanshuang did not speak and answered with her sword. Her sword was unprecedentedly brilliant, its cold light shining for a million miles as it slashed down towards the Wujian Demon God.

"Ridiculous."

The Wujian Demon God sneered and flicked its finger. The sword light shattered, and Luo Xuanshuang was struck as if by lightning, retreating a thousand miles.

The gap was too great. The difference between a Peak Quasi-Emperor and an early-stage Quasi-Emperor is far greater than the difference between a Quasi-Emperor and those below the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

"If you do not submit, then die!"

The Wujian Demon God whispered. A vertical pupil bloomed on its forehead, and a terrifying black light shot out, destroying the heavens and the earth, killing gods if it met them.

"You dare to hurt the Holy Lord? You are seeking death!"

At the critical moment, a Void Realm portal split open in front of Luo Xuanshuang.

A young man slowly walked out, raised his hand across his chest, and transformed it into a massive Void Realm portal, directly swallowing the black light and leading it to who knows where.

Seeing this, the Wujian Demon God's pupils shrank slightly as it sized up this person: "You… are you Wang Mu? You do have some skill."

The young man shook his head and said: "My name is Han Li, just a student under the Young Lord!"

A student?

The Wujian Demon God frowned slightly. What kind of student has such methods to be able to catch its previous attack?

"Unexpectedly, in this tiny Cangyuan Realm, there are quite a few outstanding people! If you submit, I can spare your lives!" The Wujian Demon God remained arrogant, speaking from a position of superiority.

"Han Li sneered: "You look ugly, but you think beautifully!""

As soon as the words fell, his figure disappeared.

The next moment, the entire sky was densely packed with countless Han Lis, as if refracted by a mirror with countless facets.

Each figure was in a completely different Void Realm.

Rumble!

Countless Han Lis raised their hands at the same time, gathering massive energy that turned into a terrifying pillar of light, annihilating the countless Heavenly Demons before them.

"…" The Wujian Demon God was a bit shocked. This person's cultivation did not seem very high; he should have broken through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm not long ago. But this combat power was extremely outstanding, making even it feel a bit exhausted in defending.

It hurriedly countered, retreating a thousand miles, looking somewhat disheveled. Anger surged between its brows: "Humble Human Race, you must die!"