Chapter 162: Summoning the Sword Sovereign!

Hearing Di Xie’s words, Gu An could only sigh along with him.

Escape into the ocean?

What kind of joke was that?

Gu An didn’t know what was going through Di Xie’s mind, but he had a strong feeling that if the Eight Dynasties of humanity were annihilated, the next ones to suffer would be the demons and monsters themselves.

Past legends had already proven this: whenever the land was overrun by demons, powerful cultivators would descend upon it.

Raising demons with humans, then raising humans with demons…

If you twisted the logic just right, it wouldn’t even be considered internal conflict. The Holy Lands would still be revered by both races.

Gu An continued chatting idly with Di Xie, but his eyes never left Heavenly Mending Platform as he weighed his decision—should he intervene or not?

After all, he was still a ways off from reaching the milestone of ten million years of lifespan.

If he were to break through now, he would surely advance to a higher realm. But what he wanted even more was to unlock the next lifespan ability.

He feared that if he acted too soon, he might accelerate the arrival of the Demonic Cataclysm.

At the northernmost border of the Eight Dynasties, the Da Jiang Empire was a land of towering mountains, breathtaking natural wonders, and endless snowfall.

Because it bordered the Demonic Lands, its cultivators faced an incredibly harsh environment.

But it was precisely because of this hardship that the Da Jiang Empire had risen to become the strongest of all human empires.

In the Northern Territory, mountain ranges stretched endlessly, and the sky was shrouded in thick, overwhelming snowfall. Amidst the white haze, the mountains resembled the spine of a true dragon, vast and majestic.

On a particular ridge, Lu Lingjun sat cross-legged atop a massive boulder, her spiritual energy fluctuating, forming a protective barrier that kept the swirling snow at bay. Wisps of white mist spiraled upward around her.

She slowly opened her eyes, gazing toward the horizon.

In the far distance, beyond the rolling mountains, faint flashes of firelight could be seen, undiminished by the falling snow. Occasionally, powerful gales would sweep through, carrying sharp flakes toward her.

The Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo exuded an overwhelming demonic aura that engulfed the heavens and the earth.

Even Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor on her shoulder felt an instinctive unease.

“What is he waiting for?” the White Spirit Demon Emperor murmured.

Lu Lingjun’s expression remained calm. “Perhaps it has something to do with the Mountain God. After all, there have been Grand Ascension Stage cultivators who perished at the hands of the Mountain God before.”

“Will the Mountain God act? There are too many demons up north. This catastrophe far surpasses anything the Nightshade Sect has ever caused. No matter how you look at it, the human race is doomed.”

The White Spirit Demon Emperor wasn’t aligned with the humans. As a demon itself, it wished that Lu Lingjun would leave this dangerous place.

Lu Lingjun remained silent, her gaze fixed on the distance.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor couldn’t help but urge her again, “Lingjun, why don’t we head south? Maybe the ocean isn’t as dangerous as they say.”

Lu Lingjun sighed softly. “Do you remember when I broke through… how the cultivators of the Taixuan Sect stood guard for me?”

The White Spirit Demon Emperor fell silent.

It knew Lu Lingjun too well.

If she weren’t the type to value loyalty and sentiment, it would never have followed her.

Lowering its snake-like head, it muttered, “Then let’s see if the Mountain God is truly formidable. Oh, right—doesn’t the Taixuan Sect still have the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path? Surely, he will intervene.”

A thunderous dragon roar suddenly erupted across the sky.

The earth trembled violently.

A gust of wind, reeking of blood, tore through the flying snow. Even the very mountain Lu Lingjun sat upon quivered under its force.

The land was scorched black. Lava gushed from countless fissures, filling the air with a blazing glow. Entire mountain ranges had been flattened, leaving behind massive craters.

Above this apocalyptic landscape, an army of cultivators floated in the sky, their formation stretching across the heavens, powerful spells interwoven into massive grand formations.

A bottomless chasm split the earth in two.

On one side, human cultivators cast spells with unwavering determination.

On the other side, hordes of demons and monsters filled the cliffs, their grotesque faces twisted with malice. Roars and howls interwoven into a deafening symphony, turning the entire battlefield into a nightmarish hellscape.

At the very back of the demonic army stood a colossal demon—a terrifying monster whose body towered thousands of feet into the sky, clad in black heavy armor. His shoulder guards were adorned with sharp fangs, resembling entire mountain peaks. His belt was strung with the severed heads of Great Demons.

His humanoid form was staggering in size, with his neck disappearing into the clouds. From within the mist, six flood dragon heads loomed, their scarlet eyes glowing like hellish flames, sending chills down the spines of all who beheld them.

This was Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo—a peerless demon king whose name commanded fear throughout the Demonic Lands!

On his massive shoulder perched a shadowy figure wreathed in dark demonic energy. Its ram-like head and blood-red eyes gleamed ominously.

“My Lord, it appears the humans have no Grand Ascension Stage cultivators. Even that so-called Mountain God does not dare to interfere,” the Goat-Headed Demon whispered.

Hearing this, Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo let out an earth-shattering roar, his immense demonic pressure surging forward like a tidal wave.

The frontline demons, despite their fearsome nature, instinctively retreated, clearing a path for their king.

To the overwhelming Six-Headed Flood Dragon, most demons were no different from ants.

As he strode forward, spectral female demons materialized around him, their alluring laughter swirling through the air, ensnaring the minds of distant cultivators.

“Six-Headed Flood Dragon is coming!”

A burly, gray-robed man roared, his voice thundering like an earthquake.

Above the Cang Heaven Sect’s formation, Sect Master Liang Canghai raised his sword and bellowed, “Cang Heaven Sect disciples, take your pills—fight to the death!”

Behind him, one million cultivators consumed dark brown pills, their spiritual energy surging wildly. Their veins bulged, their eyes turned bloodshot, and their battle intent burned brighter than ever.

Leaders of other sects issued similar commands. The Taixuan Sect was no exception.

High above the battlefield, Ancestor Xuan Quan waved his whisk, inscribing glowing runes of spiritual power in the sky.

More and more Profound Mind Realm Grandmasters gathered, forming a defensive line above the chasm, bracing themselves for Six-Headed Flood Dragon’s arrival.

Among them, Sword Maniac Han Ming stood ready for a desperate final battle.

From the distance, Lu Lingjun arrived on a hundred-foot-long white python, gripping her twin swords with unwavering determination.

She showed no fear.

In the Outer Sect City of the Taixuan Sect, as the distant dragon roar echoed, all movement ceased.

The tens of thousands of cultivators atop Heavenly Mending Platform opened their eyes simultaneously.

Then came the deafening cry:

“REQUEST THE SWORD SOVEREIGN OF THE RIGHTEOUS PATH TO TAKE ACTION!”

The voice grew louder.

More and more voices joined in.

Across the entire sect, countless swords trembled in their scabbards, responding to an unseen force.

A singular thought took hold of every cultivator’s mind.

Could it be…?!

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