Chapter 267: The bl**d War of Fifty Years, There Are No Ifs on the Crimson Realm
The War of Gods has completely begun.
The army of three million cultivators marched grandly toward another Crimson Realm.
At first, the progress was relatively smooth, but as the War of Gods coalition began to slaughter indiscriminately, the cultivators from the other realm launched an unparalleled counterattack.
A strange power emerged from all the cultivators of the other realm.
That battle could be described as earth-shattering, with the heavens darkened.
Among the War of Gods coalition, over a hundred ancient relics fell in an instant, and even Chen Changsheng and Nalan Xingde, who had been guarding the Great Wall, joined the battlefield.
In the end, both sides managed to maintain a precarious stalemate.
After this battle, all truths were brought to light.
When it was revealed that the Heavenly Court intended to let three million cultivators bury this Crimson Realm, some factions within the army mutinied.
However, the irony was that when they prepared to withdraw from this Crimson Realm, the Great Wall erected to defend against the other realm blocked their path.
Former comrades aimed their magic treasures at them.
Three hundred thousand!
Three hundred thousand mutinous soldiers died beneath the Great Wall, perishing under Chen Changsheng’s iron-fisted command.
Seeing that Chen Changsheng had annihilated the three hundred thousand, the remaining troops recognized their fate.
Rather than be killed as traitors, they preferred to d*e heroically.
For this reason, at least they would not be left with infamy.
With such a mindset, the remaining two hundred thousand soldiers began to charge again, this time even more fiercely unafraid of d*ath.
Interestingly, all eyes were now focused on the high-ranking members of the cultivator coalition.
General Qian Bao’er of the Mountain Shattering Army, General Linglong of the Demon Clan coalition, Nangong Ruoxue of the Clear Void Heaven, Huineng of the Buddhist Nation…
These individuals were prominent figures among various factions, some of whom had close ties with the Heavenly Court.
If the Heavenly Court wanted these people to d*e, they had to show some attitude.
While they themselves could d*e, they could not allow these individuals to fall.
Fortunately, these high-ranking members of the coalition did not fear d*ath; instead, they charged into battle time and again.
With these examples, the wavering morale of the War of Gods army gradually stabilized.
Time passed, and slaughter increased.
With the deaths of comrades, both sides grew bloodthirsty.
Methods that were usually considered taboo were widely employed.
At the same time, the realm of the Sea of Suffering was rapidly advancing.
During peacetime, there would be a large number of lower-level cultivators born in the Crimson Realm.
In wartime, many lower-level cultivators fell, and the cost of this was the emergence of more high-level cultivators.
Immortal Sovereign!
This was the realm following the Rebirth Realm; Nalan Xingde had explored the path to this realm and named it.
With Nalan Xingde’s exploration, several Immortal Sovereigns emerged among the War of Gods coalition.
This, at least, temporarily alleviated the pressure on the War of Gods coalition.
…
In the other realm.
“Poof!”
Spitting out a mouthful of fresh bl**d, Nangong Ruoxue sat exhausted under a tree.
Alongside her was General Qian Bao’er of the Mountain Shattering Army.
“Hehehe!”
“You are, after all, the first beauty of the Clear Void Heaven; can you please pay attention to your image?”
Seeing Nangong Ruoxue covered in bl**d, Qian Bao’er couldn’t help but tease her.
In response, Nangong Ruoxue rolled her eyes and said, “What bullshit first beauty.”
“Once on the battlefield, that bunch of guys specifically target the first beauty to k*ll.”
“I really don’t know what they’re thinking; why do they think the first beauty would be weak.”
“They can’t possibly think I’m a vase.”
Facing Nangong Ruoxue’s complaints, Qian Bao’er smiled and looked at the distant blue sky and white clouds.
“It’s been fifty years; this fight has lasted a full fifty years. My people are almost dead; how about you?”
“They all perished in the twentieth year; the troops I command are already the third batch.”
“In another few decades, I estimate I won’t last either.”
“Those unlucky cultivators can enhance their power by consuming luck and can also increase their strength by devouring others’ luck.”
“How could we possibly win under such circumstances?”
“However, I gradually understand why the War of Gods was initiated.”
“If an entity like the Unlucky is released, who knows what kind of catastrophe it would cause.”
“Half a month ago, I witnessed a cultivator from the Lamp of Life Realm devour three cities and then raise their strength to the bl**d Transfer Realm.”
“When that cultivator charged at us, I saw fear in their eyes; clearly, they did not want to d*e.”
Hearing this, Qian Bao’er instinctively asked, “And then what?”
“Then they self-destructed!”
“The Unlucky controlled them to perish along with us; if I hadn’t blocked the majority of the impact, my squad would have been completely wiped out.”
After hearing this, Qian Bao’er’s expression dimmed a bit.
She had encountered such situations countless times, and the more terrifying part was that this cycle would continue.
“My fate is already sealed; do you have any last words?”
“If you have anything, you can relay it to Xiancha; he should be able to help you.”
In the face of Qian Bao’er’s words, Nangong Ruoxue thought for a moment and said, “Since I’m going to d*e, I’ll ask you a deep-seated question.”
“Who do you think is prettier, me or Meng Yu?”
“Each has its merits; they are about the same.”
“If back then at the Eight Treasure Restaurant, I hadn’t acted against you, do you think Chen Shisan would have fallen for me?”
Upon hearing this, Qian Bao’er looked calmly at Nangong Ruoxue.
“There are no ifs in this world; what’s missed is missed, and no amount of compensation will help.”
“Hahaha!”
“You’re right; there are no ‘ifs’ in this world.”
“What a pity; such an astonishing man was missed by me; otherwise, I’d truly want to compete with Meng Yu.”
Having said this, Nangong Ruoxue dragged her weary body to stand up.
“Alright, you take your time to recover; I still have a mission to accomplish.”
“If there’s a chance, help me ask Xiancha when Chen Shisan will show up.”
“I want to see how that stubborn young man has changed over the years.”
With that, Nangong Ruoxue’s figure gradually faded away.
Watching her back, Qian Bao’er murmured, “Shisan, why haven’t you come yet? We can’t hold on much longer.”
“Do you really not want to see an old friend one last time?”
“Xiancha has already prepared a weapon for you, one that is enough to astonish the world.”
“Back then, you promised me to pluck the stars and give them to me as a gift; have you forgotten?”
…
Underworld Forest.
“Boom!”
A bl**d Transfer Realm beast crashed to the ground.
Chen Shisan stood firm, sword in hand, straight in front of a small tree.
This was already the fifth time he had slain his way from the outskirts to the center of the forest, yet the Underworld Forest still refused to let him leave.
