Free Web NovelChapter 1765: Chapter 1632: Gathering of the Strong
"If we were to engage in a decisive battle with the Demon Clan now, what are our odds of victory for the Human Race?"
Ye Fan’s voice echoed throughout the council hall, but no one responded.
This question, before a true decisive battle unfolds, no one dares to predict the outcome.
After a long while, the Old Bastard sighed deeply and said, "Seeing the current situation, if a true decisive battle were to occur, the Human Race would surely lose! This is why, during the last negotiation, we tried every means to resolve the issues peacefully after the Demon Clan’s emergence and emphasized this competition—Human race... can’t afford to fight!"
"Why? Is the Demon Clan really that terrifying??"
Ye Fan found it hard to believe.
From the current situation, the power of the Human Race is not weak. Aside from the Four Great Regions’ Di Clans, Holy Lands, and Wu Shang Sect, there are certainly some powerful Loose Cultivators who prefer not to be high-profile.
Additionally, the Western Region has always been mysterious, with both the Buddhist Sect and Demon Sect having powerful legacies. They must also have some formidable strengths. In a real fight, the Demon Clan may not necessarily have the upper hand, but the Old Bastard says that once a great battle is engaged, humans will surely lose. Why is this?
"It’s not just terrifying, it’s extremely terrifying!"
The Old Bastard, with a grave expression, said, "According to our intelligence, after years of rest and recuperation, the Demon Clan’s strength has greatly increased. The number of those advancing to the Quasi-Emperor level far exceeds us humans, and the number of strong people in the Quasi-Emperor realm is much more than us humans."
"You must know that a strong person in the Quasi-Emperor realm, once on the battlefield, will be a crucial force to determine victory."
"More importantly, the strongest of the Demon Clan is not weaker than us humans!"
"In such a situation, once war breaks out, the Human Race will surely lose. By then, we will become the sinners of the entire Human Race!"
Upon hearing these words from the Old Bastard, Ye Fan couldn’t help but take a deep breath. It seems he had underestimated the power of the Demon Clan.
Indeed, if it’s as the Old Bastard said, humans really can’t afford this fight.
"It’s more than that!"
Monk Dao Yan, the Director of the Imperial Academy, interjected: "Our Human Race, aside from the legacies of the various Di Clans and the two academies, has only the Old Bastard as the newly advanced Quasi-Emperor. We can only rely on the strengths of various forces."
The Old Bastard continued, "Even if all the strengths of the Human Race were to emerge, they might not defeat the Demon Clan—these so-called legacies have very little lifespan left, mostly relying on seclusion and self-sealing to slow their decline. Once they enter the war, they will exhaust their last Blood Qi and can only wait for death.
And once the strengths of the Human Race are exhausted, it won’t be far from the complete annihilation of the Human Race. These legacies cannot easily emerge until the brink of life and death!"
Upon learning this news, Ye Fan immediately felt the severity of the situation. In terms of overall strength, the Demon Clan had completely surpassed the Human Race, which was indeed bad news.
"So what should we do now?"
While deeply feeling the severity of the situation, Ye Fan asked the Old Bastard again.
"Before you came, I was discussing this matter with Dao Yan. Our decision is that we absolutely cannot start a large-scale war; small-scale skirmishes are fine, but once a full-scale decisive battle breaks out, it will be the end of the Human Race."
At this point, the Old Bastard’s tone changed, speaking in a chilling voice: "But we must demand a satisfactory explanation from the Demon Clan for this war, or their purpose will have been achieved."
"What purpose?"
"To crush the morale of our Human Race!"
Monk Dao Yan explained, "If we appease the situation, it just shows our guilt and fear of engaging the Demon Clan in battle. By then, war will be unavoidable, so we must be strong, even if we have to pretend, act strongly. Let them not dare to hastily start a war for they can’t fathom our real strength."
"Moreover, we must do everything possible to win the competition, strike down the arrogant spirit of the Demon Clan, and make them not dare to underestimate the Human Race," the Old Bastard made the final conclusion.
This is a strategic battle, not only fighting with courage but with wits.
Not only must we fight, but we must win.
Because the Human Race has no way back!
As time passed, more and more cultivators gathered in War City, with strong figures from the major factions of the Five Domains, Di Clans, and Holy Lands arriving one after another.
"Who is this ragged old man? Why is even the Vice Director of the Imperial Academy so respectful to him?"
When the group of strong people from the Imperial Academy, led by a messy-haired old man, appeared in the central square of War City, it shocked many people.
"This is the strength of the Imperial Academy, just emerged, formerly a formidable figure. Although his lifespan is now exhausted, he is definitely a strong presence who can sweep across a Domain!"
Someone recognized the identity of this old man and exclaimed, immediately causing gasps in the surroundings.
"Buddha..."
"Demon..."
As a Buddhist chant and a demonic chant echoed, several Golden Arhats with Buddha Light emanating from the back of their heads appeared, forming a wheel.
Not far from them were several Demon Sect strong people shrouded in purple mist; both the strong people of the Western Regions Buddhist Sect and the Demon Sect had arrived.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance as Ling Family Ancestor Ling Yunzhi led a group of formidable Ling Family members here; each exceedingly powerful, their Blood Qi reaching the skies.
"As expected, the Ling Family is indeed formidable, even without their Emperor Weapon, they are nothing to be underestimated!"
Seeing the Ling Family’s arrival, many sighed in awe, for the Nine Heavens Xuan Emperor was one who forcibly proved Dao in an environment where it seemed impossible to do so, and he was the last Great Emperor to do so, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Though the Nine Heavens Xuan Emperor passed away long ago and the Essence of Tao he left had faded, the prestige of the Ling Family remains undiminished from those times.
Especially Ling Family Ancestor Ling Yunzhi, who is the direct descendant of the Nine Heavens Xuan Emperor, the only offspring, with unparalleled bloodline, and his strength is profound and immeasurable.
Afterwards, the Old Master of Ling Manor also arrived with their strong people at the War City, causing a sensation.
As one of the two major forces capable of contending with the Treasure Pavilion, Ling Manor naturally has no shortage of strong people. This time, many strong individuals comparable to a Saint have followed, demonstrating their resolve to seek justice from the Demon Clan.
Dark clouds pressed down over the War City, the entire city permeated with a maddeningly oppressive atmosphere.
Thunder roared, lightning like silver snakes, as the sky seemed to be brewing a storm.
Void kept tearing apart as Domain Gates appeared, people from several major Holy Lands like Taigu, Tianxuan, and Taiyin arrived sequentially, numerous in number, from elderly with crane-like hair and youthful faces to dashing young individuals, all were present.
Among them was a girl in purple dress, naturally beautiful, with large eyes seemingly reflecting flowing water, none other than Ling Ziyuan, the Purple Smoke Pavilion’s Holy Maiden.
Since arriving at the War City, she had been constantly looking around, as if searching for someone.
At this moment, a sloppy elder appeared within people’s sight, if not for the dazzlingly beautiful young girl following behind him, no one would believe he was also a cultivator.
This sloppy elder was so ordinary, to the extent that he would be indistinguishable if thrown into a crowd, akin to a beggar lounging in front of a tavern, basking in the sun, awaiting charity.
They were none other than Yaling and the old Pavilion Master of Treasure Pavilion, who had previously saved Ye Fan, further serving as the foundation of Treasure Pavilion!
"Huh, isn’t that girl the Holy Maiden Yaling of Treasure Pavilion? Why is she walking alongside a sloppy old man?"
Someone recognized Yaling’s identity and scratched their head in confusion.
"What do you know? Anyone able to come to the War City is no ordinary individual. That sloppy elder, I think is anything but simple; very likely, he represents the foundation of Treasure Pavilion."
"Precisely, just now a similar old man from the Imperial Academy showed up, even the Deputy Dean of the Academy treated him with utmost respect, clearly suggesting that this old man is anything but as externally ordinary as we see."
After Yaling and the sloppy elder arrived, many started privately discussing and speculating about the elder’s identity, yet could never truly ascertain anything.
"I feel I’ve seen this old man somewhere, but can’t quite recall if it was indeed him!" A young cultivator frowned and remarked.
"There are too many such old men, every city has a bunch; perhaps you’ve seen one of those people too!"
Said that way, the young man grew even more uncertain, reluctantly giving up but maintaining his belief that the sloppy elder was surely extraordinary.
Not only him, but many others thought the same, although unaware of the sloppy elder’s true identity, yet by merely accompanying the Holy Maiden Yaling of Treasure Pavilion, he must surely be a powerful figure of Treasure Pavilion, likely one of their pillars.
Indeed, these people showed keen insight, merely through these clues roughly deducing the real identity of the sloppy elder.
The sky seemed darker, thunder occasionally resounded, and bolts of lightning pierced the gloom, yet no rain fell.
As time went on, more people from other forces arrived, mostly Saints bringing young disciples along.
The Emperor Masters of the three great Dynasties in the Central Domain moved with a majestic presence, descending upon the central square of the War City to a chorus of astonished gasps.
From Eastern Domain, Southern Domain, Western Region, Northern Domain, and Central Domain, nearly all Holy Lands, Wu Shang Sects, and Di Clans had gathered.
They each brought strong individuals and young disciples from their sects, not only aiming to seek justice regarding the Demon Clan’s bloodbath in Xuanwu State, but also preparing to commence war should negotiations fail.
These young disciples, though unqualified to participate directly in the duel against the Demon Clan, didn’t want to miss the battle.
Additionally, this occasion seeks justice from the Demon Clan; if negotiations break down, the conflict is certain to ignite immediately.
Then, as elites of the Human Race, they must join the fray!
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