Free Web NovelChapter 1853: Chapter 876: Peerless Martial God! (2)
"Then what are we waiting for? Now that the position is set, let’s activate the Divine Nest to descend upon this Boundary Realm. The Holy Altar must not be lost," a Demon God said urgently.
"Indeed, our race has struggled through countless hardships to finally locate the Holy Altar; it absolutely cannot be lost. For a person from the Lower Realm to dare covet our race’s sacred artifact, they deserve to die ten thousand deaths!"
"Naturally, reclaiming it is essential. I shall go ahead to report to the Holy Master. All of you quickly gather our clan’s strong warriors and proceed to this realm to devour its Origin.
Our race can also regain some power."
Luo Tian Demon God said in a deep voice.
...
On the other side, after resolving the issue with Demon Emperor Mo Ying, Chen Yuan swiftly returned to the Southern Border, finding Moluo and others who were anxiously waiting. Seeing Chen Yuan return unharmed,
they breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, His Majesty is invincible!
After some flattery from the old Heavenly Master and Su Ming, Chen Yuan came before the White Mountain Demon God, who had already recovered consciousness. On seeing Chen Yuan, he bowed his head.
Previously, although Mo Ying was very dissatisfied with his betrayal of the demon race, he did not kill him outright but left him alive. Of course, it was primarily because Luo Tian Demon God hadn’t taken action.
Upon departure, the three Moluo, having obtained Chen Yuan’s approval, also took the White Mountain Demon God away, and together they watched the celestial battle.
Truth be told, everyone was deeply worried, and so was Bai Shan, who on the one hand hoped Mo Ying would surpass Chen Yuan, thus making the demon race truly rise.
No longer facing the threat of extinction.
On the other hand, he also hoped Chen Yuan would win, because with Mo Ying’s attitude at the time, if he triumphed, the traitor of the demon race like himself would not escape a fatal end.
Thus, he was very conflicted.
On one hand was the demon race, and on the other was himself.
But now there’s no need to be conflicted anymore; Chen Yuan’s return is enough to announce the result of that battle—Mo Ying lost and is even already fallen.
"White Mountain Demon God..."
"Before His Majesty, I dare not claim the title of Demon God." Bai Shan took a deep breath, imitating the etiquette of the human race, bowing and paying respects to Chen Yuan.
If they didn’t know his identity, they would probably think he was a learned Great Scholar of the human race.
"Mo Ying is dead, and the demon race’s reliance is no more. Are you willing to submit?" Chen Yuan asked calmly, hands behind his back. The question was raised at Moluo’s behest,
not out of pity, but because extermination is truly against the way of heaven, and moreover, considering the future.
The flesh, fur, inner core, and bones of the demon race are cultivation resources for the human race. Direct extermination may yield much at once,
but it cannot sustain development.
Thus Chen Yuan moved his mind to enslave and domesticate the demon race.
"White Mountain is willing to submit to His Majesty, I only plead for His Majesty’s compassion, to spare the demon race," Bai Shan said softly.
"Forgiveness for the demon race is impossible; the blood feud between the two races has stretched over millennia, how can it be so easily erased?"
As Bai Shan sank into despair at that moment, Chen Yuan continued:
"But I am not cold-blooded and heartless either. I can give the demon race a path to survival; it depends on whether you...agree."
"Please speak plainly, Your Majesty, Bai Shan will serve unto death for His Majesty." Bai Shan had no choice, and upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope emerged.
What he seeks is not much; a chance for the demon race is all he asks. As for stopping the war, he cannot decide, as the initiative is now in the hands of the human race.
"This battle must not end hastily. I can let you return, continue to lead the demon race, and lead the army in battle with the human race, but this battle must only lose, not win.
I want the honor of exterminating the race, the demon race must lose seventy percent of its strength in one battle, and never again have a chance to fight the human race."
"White Mountain...obeys."
With such a demand for losing seventy percent of the demon race’s strength, Bai Shan’s heart bled, yet dare not show any discontent on his face. If he disagrees, it would be the extinction of the hundred tribes in the Southern Border.
He is saving the demon race...
Only this thought could provide him with some reassurance.
"After the demon race loses, you will be the emperor of the demon race, leading it, but every sixty years you must continuously provide various resources for the human race, and a prohibition must be left on the divine soul."
Upon hearing this, Bai Shan’s despair deepens; this was not Chen Yuan’s benevolent act, it was clearly an attempt to forever enslave the entire demon race for his use.
After all, with the demon emperor controlled, the entire demon race is just one thought away, making them engage in internal conflict when necessary,
forcing them to weaken their strength.
When it’s required, they must be weakened...
Without accident, using this method, the demon race will never have a chance to rise again.
He wanted to plead for Chen Yuan to show kindness, but seeing Chen Yuan’s indifferent gaze, he instantly understood the meaning behind it—without him, there would still be the next Demon God for the demon race.
The next Demon Emperor, supported and controlled by the human race.
He was chosen perhaps just because he was there.
"White Mountain...strictly follows His Majesty’s orders."
"Furthermore, I have another matter to ask you," Chen Yuan continued.
"Please instruct me, Your Majesty."
"Where is the Bibo Lake in the Southern Border?" Chen Yuan asked firmly, having some understanding of the Southern Border, but limited to that. This time, the opportunity was hinted at with a vague prophecy.
He certainly does not wish to search inch by inch for the location of Bibo Lake.
"Bibo Lake?" Bai Shan was momentarily stunned.
"You don’t know?"
"I...seem to...have heard..." Bai Shan frowned, on one hand guessing Chen Yuan’s purpose, on the other pondering the location of this Bibo Lake, sure that he heard somewhere, or read about it in ancient books of the Demon God Hall.
The human race has cultural heritage, and the demon race actually does too, though it is not as meticulous as the human race, with even the demon script not unified.
"Then go back and think it through properly, and...speed up the progress of the human-demon war," Chen Yuan said lightly, placing a prohibition on Bai Shan’s divine soul.
He could control Bai Shan’s life and death at any time.
"I...obey!"
...
In the first year of Great Yan’s Holy Martial Emperor, on October 6th, this was a critical time point worthy of recording in the human race’s history. On this day, the Holy Martial Emperor Chen Yuan, led a million elite troops,
and fought the demon race at Heavenly Broken Mountain.
The battle was so intense that it darkened the sky, with experts emerging from the demon race, using all their strength, yet still unable to resist the power of the human race, for at the highest level,
the demon race had only one Demon Emperor.
In fact, many strong demon figures opposed this battle, the former Demon Emperor Mo Ying was missing, Cheng Tian Demon God Qing Ming and Demon God were suppressed by the human race, leaving only one White Mountain Demon God.
How could they decisively battle against the human race?
At this point, defeated demon armies should disperse into the Southern Border, preserving their strength for the future.
But in the absence of strong demon figures, White Mountain Demon Emperor forcefully suppressed all opposing voices, and proceeded with the battle. The result naturally was obvious.
The demon race was greatly defeated, a million demon races shed blood at Heavenly Broken Mountain, losing over seventy percent of their strength, even causing a break, nearly devastating top experts.
However, the demon race did not face extinction. Under the ’wise leadership’ of Demon Emperor Bai Shan, the demon race had prepared a retreat in advance, preserving twenty percent of their strength, as the human race did not continue to pursue victory.
But the great victory of this battle was undeniable.
When news spread to the Central Plains, it triggered a sensation, pushing Great Yan’s name to its peak, causing other regions to lose any opposing thoughts.
The glorious Great Yan, unmatched!
Because from now on, the Southern Border, the Grassland, the Desert, and the East Sea all submitted to Great Yan. Chen Yuan’s reputation also concurrently reached its pinnacle.
The title of Holy Martial Emperor wholly resonated in the human world.
As time fermented, the Holy Martial Emperor Chen Yuan was also hailed as the third emperor of the human race in the Central Plains, an unparalleled Martial God, lord of the human world.
After the war, the million strong human forces brought by Chen Yuan began an orderly withdrawal, but not complete; instead, they further developed a thirty-thousand-mile territory outside the Southern Border.
State Preceptor Moluo used Great Divine Power to shift Zhen Nan Pass to this location, turning the rear into a haven for the human race.
And this mighty pass was renamed by Chen Yuan as the Demon Suppressing Pass!
From this point, the battle to vanquish demons by Great Yan concluded.
