Chapter 917 - 641: Human Race Holy Hall
Very soon.
The ancestral god battalions of both sides formally clashed, each ancestral god unleashing their full power without reservation.
The ancestral gods’ pressure overturned the heavens and stirred wave after wave of earth-shattering turmoil.
The bull demon ancestral gods roared and charged fiercely at the Human Race’s ancestral god formation, their curved horns emitting billions of rays of fierce divine light, like celestial punishment blades, crashing down with a resounding impact that echoed through the cosmos.
With each collision, vast regions of time and space shattered, endless stars plummeted and collapsed, and violent shockwaves swept through the land, enveloping the entire battlefield in chaos and destruction.
Such a grand spectacle of tens of thousands of ancestral gods battling simultaneously was an unprecedented sight in Immortal Dao.
Cultivators of the Immortal Dao mostly practice in seclusion; even when they fight, it is often one-on-one or small-scale skirmishes.
The higher the tier of the cultivators, the more they focus on their own path.
Yet, on this Vast Continent, the scene of powerful beings gathering and fiercely battling to the death on the battlefields of Ten Thousand Races is the norm.
This is the fundamental difference between Martial Arts and the Immortal Dao!
Cultivation in the Immortal Dao often involves quiet meditation and the pursuit of Enlightenment, seeking the Great Dao, and achieving Longevity and transcendence.
Whereas cultivation in Martial Arts has never been a closed-door endeavor.
It means battling against the heavens and the earth, fighting for life itself, refining warfare through battles, and proving the Dao through killing.
In between life and death, one tempers the physical form, sharpens the will through combat, and breaks barriers in desperate situations, thereby achieving true transcendence.
The battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is the perfect testing ground tailored for cultivators of Martial Arts!
...
Within the battalion, the battle raged fiercely.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura exploded forth.
A bull demon ancestral god with eyes wide open shot out two indescribably brilliant rays of divine light.
That light transcended the limitations of time and space, instantly piercing through billions of miles of void, twisting the skies and wrinkling the space it passed.
The entire firmament suddenly shone brightly, like two blazing suns rising simultaneously, slicing through chaos and illuminating the cosmos.
"I will fight you!!"
A roar filled with endless battle spirit exploded across the battlefield sky.
Chen Sheng’s aura soared instantly, transforming into a golden rainbow as he leaped into the fray, charging toward those two apocalyptic divine lights without hesitation.
Boom!
Thunder Light exploded brilliantly.
A boundless shadow thunder flashed from his palm and vanished, like a universe of darkness that had been silent for billions of years suddenly being torn apart, flooding the world with terrifying power.
Chen Sheng’s momentum expanded wildly, rising to an uncontrollable, terrifying level.
His aura roared like ancient dragons, all the power exploded simultaneously!
Boom!!
Millions of billions of miles of void thundered and trembled fiercely.
His vast and terrifying aura shot into the sky, like countless heavenly rivers simultaneously plunging down, piercing the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
Amidst the boundless heavens, a monumental figure manifested.
That figure was vast and limitless, seemingly filling the entire cosmos directly.
The two sun-like descending divine lights shattered instantly at the appearance of this giant, transforming into showers of light.
Two mushroom clouds covering billions of miles spread with a roar, like ultimate, brilliant doomsday fireworks, violently exploding in the void.
The bull demon ancestral god on the opposite side not only showed no anger or surprise but laughed loudly, fueled by a fervent battle spirit:
"Great power! What a satisfying fight!!"
Chen Sheng laughed loudly in response, his voice shaking Yun Xiao, battle spirit blazing like fire:
"Just as I desire! Today we shall determine who is superior!"
With those words, both charged at each other.
In but an instant, their physical forms collided, and the Great Dao clashed, having fought millions of times.
...
Since Chen Sheng arrived at the battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, he wandered across this vast domain as an ancestral god of the Human Race.
Most of the time, he traveled alone across the battlefield, hunting powerful enemies and seizing opportunities.
Occasionally, he would join forces with three to five Human Race ancestral gods, supporting each other and exploring dangerous Secret Realms.
It was only a few times when the Human Race Emperor commanded forces to gather, the token platform shone with golden light, summoning ancestral gods from all directions, that they gathered on such a large scale.
At this moment.
Amidst intense combat.
Chen Sheng carried boundless battle spirit with every strike, each blow imbued with the determination of a desperate fight, and a broad, exhilarating smile played on his lips.
"Refreshing!"
It had been far too long since he had fought so freely.
His current cultivation was so powerful that even a sneeze could annihilate a region of spacetime, erasing an entire small world.
Though there were many formidable beings on the battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, the territory was vast and boundless, making it extremely challenging to encounter a truly worthy opponent near the Human Race’s domain.
"Indeed, it’s the token platform where forces gather that ensures there’s never a lack of opponents!"
He particularly favored this mode of large battalion warfare.
Almost every time the token platform convened forces, he would join.
In the sky above, the emperors of both sides confronted each other from afar, rarely participating directly, while these ancestral gods were the true main forces of the battlefield.
In the great army, they can accurately match with an enemy of similar strength, without holding back.
The emperors of both sides are more like stabilizing needles.
With them holding the line, the battlefield situation will not completely spiral out of control, allowing these ancestral gods to fight without restraint, unleashing all their power without hesitation!
...
Above the sky.
Fire Cloud, the emperor of the Human Race with red eyebrows, cast his gaze upon Chen Sheng in the heat of battle, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.
"Xuanyuan? I remember this name, he ascended from the lower realm, and his progress is indeed rapid."
As an emperor, his vision is exceptionally high, instantly discerning the depth of Chen Sheng’s cultivation.
Although he is still a considerable distance from the emperor’s realm, among the contemporaneous ancestral gods, he is already top-class and peerless in level.
"Not yet a hundred Primordial Assemblies in age, truly an outstanding talent."
"Given time, with steady advancement, he could potentially take that step, break through the emperor’s realm, and become yet another pillar of the Human Race."
Watching the relentless fighting below, the long-dormant battle intent within Fire Cloud quietly stirred, his hands even feeling a bit itchy.
He turned his head, looking towards the opposite Bull Demon Emperor, secretly communicating in thought, his tone casual, devoid of the chill of enmity:
"Old Bull, look at these young ones, they’re certainly fighting with vigor."
"After they finish, how about we have a match ourselves? It’s been a while since we crossed hands, I’m getting a bit itchy."
Inside the Bull Demon Emperor’s thoughts, there was a hearty laugh, and he agreed without hesitation:
"Alright! That suits me perfectly!"
Their tones revealed deep camaraderie.
Though the two races have battled often on the battlefield among the Ten Thousand Races, their relationship is not particularly bad.
Gathering troops and generals is inherently a fight without breaking.
One could even say, it is intentionally creating such an intense battlefield to help the younger generation of the race temper their Dao Heart.
If it were truly a fight to the death, with the power of these two emperors, they would have personally taken action long ago, spilling blood through time and space.
If it reached that point, the entire battlefield would be engulfed by the shockwaves of the emperor’s battle.
All the ancestral gods present, regardless of strength, would suffer heavy casualties.
Even the top ancestral gods might not withstand the impact of the emperor’s shockwaves.
If an ancestral god did withstand the shockwave and survived, the emperors would certainly focus on them, relentless, until they completely fall.
...
The battlefield slaughter gradually subsided.
Chen Sheng and that Bull Demon Ancestral God fought a heartening battle, both sustaining injuries, yet both gaining insights.
As the ancestral god troops gradually reorganized their formation.
Above the sky, the Fire Cloud Emperor’s gaze fell, directly locking onto Chen Sheng.
"Xuanyuan, come here."
Chen Sheng’s heart throbbed, immediately restraining his aura, stepping through the void, bowing respectfully:
"Greetings, Emperor."
The Fire Cloud Emperor looked at him, nodding slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
He flicked his fingers, and a simple, substantial token with restrained luster slowly flew out.
On the token, the ancient emblem of the Human Race’s Holy Hall was engraved, with Dao Rhyme flowing, exuding inherent majesty.
"This is the Human Race’s Holy Hall Token."
"Holding this token, you may enter the depths of the Holy Hall, to study the ancient sages’ texts and Dao Principle relics, and diligently cultivate."
Chen Sheng reached out to take the token, feeling it warm to the touch, with a vast, enduring Human Race fortune flowing into his body.
He quickly bowed to express his gratitude:
"Thank you, Emperor, for your grace!"
The Fire Cloud Emperor said no more, his figure flickering as he departed with the Bull Demon Emperor, evidently to keep their battle appointment.
Chen Sheng held the Holy Hall Token, his heart slightly stirred.
...
Soon after.
Inside the Holy Hall of the Human Race.
Countless ancient texts unfolded before Chen Sheng, woven with Dao Rhyme, vast as an ocean.
And in a certain hidden corner of a layer, a sword map quietly imprinted itself upon his heart spirit, the sword map ancient, the Sword Intent ethereal, yet carrying an aura he is all too familiar with.
"Sword Master!!"
In an instant, Chen Sheng suddenly understood, the Sword Master and others’ plans are far more profound and broad than he imagined.
Within the Human Race, even among the Ten Thousand Races, many emperors are likely fellow travelers of the Sword Master and others in secret.
"On the surface cultivating the martial path of the Azure Heaven, aiming for the Celestial Dao Realm, but secretly having long switched to cultivating heaven-defying methods."
"Azure Heaven must also know this, as even I can guess it, but I do not know how it will respond."
Chen Sheng lamented:
"This dimension, its waters run too deep!"
"According to the Sword Master, the era’s end is already upon us."
"I do not know when Azure Heaven will awaken and restart the dimensions again, maybe I should be more aggressive, venturing into the domains of the Divine Demon races, seeking more intense battle."