For the battle between mid-level cultivators, both sides’ powerful figures did not use their true fire.
Because this was a common tactic to probe the other side.
It was precisely because of such a small incident that Tianxuan, who had been in seclusion, came out.
He killed the ruler of an entire continent with great means from afar.
Such an unexpected situation left both sides stunned.
But before either side could figure out what Tianxuan really wanted, on the eighty-seventh day, Tianxuan struck again.
This time, he killed a powerful figure from the Divine Clan.
The reason was simple: A member of the Divine Clan had injured several mortals within the Demon Court’s territory during a battle with a fierce beast.
With two powerful figures killed in succession, the Three Thousand Continents finally “understood” Tianxuan’s intentions.
This newly appointed Heavenly Mandate Holder did not intend to follow normal rules; he wanted to devour the entire Three Thousand Continents by himself.
Facing such a situation, the humans and the Divine Clan from the Upper Realm naturally would not agree, leading to a large-scale war between the two worlds.
No one expected that this battle would shatter both the Upper and Lower Realms, even affecting many forbidden grounds.
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In the first year of the Demon Court era.
Demon Emperor Tianxuan launched a war between the two realms.
The Lower Realm united with the demon clan to engage in combat against the humans and the Divine Clan from the Upper Realm.
At the beginning of this war, both sides still retained some sense of reason and did not fight to the d*ath.
However, as time passed, all living beings realized something was amiss.
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Three hundred years into the Demon Court era.
Although the humans and the Divine Clan in the Three Thousand Continents were powerful, they ultimately faced Tianxuan, the Heavenly Mandate Holder.
Both sides suffered significant losses, but the experts from the Three Thousand Continents suffered even more.
Facing this situation, the Three Thousand Continents first expressed a desire for peace.
Because the current territories were already sufficient to sustain the living beings.
The Demon Emperor directly rejected the idea of peace, and the war continued.
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Eight hundred years into the Demon Court era.
Many more lives were lost, and both sides began to consider a ceasefire.
Facing this situation, the Demon Emperor refused once again.
However, this time, he stopped the battles involving cultivators below the middle level and focused on the high-level cultivators.
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One thousand years into the Demon Court era.
Large-scale battles among cultivators had ceased, but the high-level cultivators fought even more fiercely.
In just two hundred years, the number of high-level cultivators who perished exceeded the total of the previous eight hundred years.
Faced with the Demon Emperor’s aggressive actions, the true rulers of the Three Thousand Continents took action.
In this battle, seventy-five direct disciples from the Mountain River Academy fell, and the Demon Court’s reserves were completely depleted.
Even the Supreme Saint of the Mountain River Academy was injured in that battle.
As the main force of this great war, Tianxuan also sustained serious injuries.
With such a heavy price paid, the results were evident.
More than half of the true rulers of the Three Thousand Continents were dead.
Facing the Demon Emperor, who acted like a madman, the Three Thousand Continents were terrified and chose to submit.
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Outside the Qiongqi Tomb.
“Cough, cough!”
Standing in the void, Nalan Xingde coughed twice, his face slightly pale.
Looking at the distant Qiongqi Tomb, Nalan Xingde remained silent for a long time.
“Do you really not care about him?”
The voice echoed in the void, but there was no response from within the Qiongqi Tomb.
Seeing this, Nalan Xingde sighed and then walked away.
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One thousand two hundred years into the Demon Court era.
After a two-hundred-year truce, Tianxuan launched another attack.
Only this time, Tianxuan set his sights on the forbidden grounds.
…
Opposition to this decision dominated within the Demon Court, but the Demon Emperor overruled all objections and insisted on attacking the forbidden grounds.
Upon making this decision, the Mountain River Academy immediately declared the dissolution of its alliance with the Demon Court.
Upon learning this news, the Demon Emperor personally went to the Mountain River Academy, but the academy’s gates remained tightly shut.
Three days!
The Demon Emperor stood at the Mountain River Academy’s gate for three days.
During these three days, the tightly closed gates did not budge an inch.
Seeing this, the Demon Emperor turned and left.
And the order to attack the forbidden grounds was not revoked.
The Demon Emperor, with nearly dictatorial authority, ordered all powerful figures to attack the forbidden grounds.
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One thousand five hundred years into the Demon Court era.
Voices opposing the Demon Emperor appeared for the first time, and this voice came from within the Demon Court itself.
In three hundred years, the Demon Court captured three forbidden grounds, but the cost was the fall of countless powerful figures.
At this point, everyone understood what the Demon Emperor wanted.
He was not opening up paths for the Lower Realm; he did not seek to dominate the world.
He wanted all powerful beings, including himself, to d*e.
This insane idea sparked opposition from all living beings—the demons, humans, and divine clans…
All races opposed the Demon Emperor, regardless of whether they were from the Upper or Lower Realms.
A lone warrior against the world emerged, and the world’s ruler became a public enemy, a first in a million years.
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Qiongqi Tomb.
Another figure appeared where Nalan Xingde once stood.
This time, however, it was not Nalan Xingde but Wu Li.
“Master, Tianxuan is going mad. If you don’t stop him, he will only have a dead end.”
“And you can’t hide forever. You’re not the teacher I remember.”
Facing Wu Li’s words, a crude and simple puppet emerged.
“Get out!”
The stiff voice came from the puppet’s mouth.
Looking at the Qiongqi Tomb before him, Wu Li’s gaze hardened, seemingly intent on forcefully entering to see Chen Changsheng.
“Buzz!”
A powerful momentum burst forth from Wu Li.
“Master, although this place is your creation, I may still have a chance to break through.”
“I’m sorry, Master, but I cannot let you continue like this.”
With that, Wu Li flew toward the Qiongqi Tomb.
But halfway there, he was stopped by a suspended piece of paper.
The paper bore only three characters: “Chen Changsheng!”
Its meaning was clear: If you want to enter the Qiongqi Tomb, then you won’t recognize me as your master.
Facing this situation, Wu Li clenched his fists repeatedly, but ultimately did not tear the “fragile” paper.
Wu Li withdrew, persuaded by Chen Changsheng’s single sheet of paper.
Once Wu Li retreated, the void returned to tranquility.
Yet three hundred years later, a farmer arrived here.
“Sir, I want to buy a coffin!”
This somewhat thick voice echoed, and after more than two thousand years of inactivity, the Qiongqi Tomb stirred.
A large white dog and a “person” emerged.
“Is it Baor?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Tianxuan?”
“He’s still killing people, and he’s being hunted down too.”
“Tell him to get back here!”
“Alright!”
With that, the farmer picked up a sword and strode forward, his steps firm and unyielding.
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