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Chapter 1200 - 1178: A Century of Time, Heavenly Dragon King Scripture!

Chapter 1200: Chapter 1178: A Century of Time, Heavenly Dragon King Scripture!

Amidst the fervent cheers of demonic sounds, Luo Yue appeared even more noble and stunning. None of the demons could harbor thoughts of irreverence. Her translucent jade feet stood upon the Void, and the phoenix hairpin on her head emitted a pleasant tinkling sound.

At this moment, she was like a fairy banished to the mortal world!

Finally, amid the astonished cries, Luo Yue opened her eyes, and a divine light burst forth, sweeping over the dazed multitude of slaves, causing a sudden tremor in their hearts.

All these kneeling demons were Luo Yue’s slaves, their lives entirely under her control. In the Demon Realm, there were no morals to speak of; death needed no reason—it all depended on their master’s preference.

Though dressed in ethereal fairy robes, Luo Yue fundamentally cultivated the Hundred Desires Demon Path; she was still a demon at heart!

"Flower Slave, before I entered closed-door cultivation, I instructed you to gather news from our Demon Realm. Have you gathered anything?" Luo Yue asked, her voice light.

At this moment, Luo Yue’s gaze swept over the dissipating calamity clouds above the Sky Vault, feeling a sense of fortunate survival. After thirty years of seclusion, she had finally taken the last step and ascended to the Supreme Demon King Realm.

The thirty Divine Soul Pills given to her by Xiao Chen had been completely consumed. The inner demons of the Demon Clan were overwhelmingly powerful, the demons among demons, born from the desires of the demons themselves and utterly unpredictable. Fortunately, it was all in the past now.

"Reporting to the Demon Witch, your subordinate has gathered information. Our Hundred Desires Dao Palace plans to compete for the land in the southern central domain. The battle began ten years ago. There are also rumors that the Heart-questioning Emperor has taken away a young demon from our territory to be his direct disciple, and there is..."

"What about the rest?" Luo Yue’s expression grew cold, and the Flower Slave kneeling on the ground noticed the chill emanating from her, trembling all over, his voice quivering.

"There’s also a rumor across the entire Demon Realm that the current Demon Emperor is a back-up plan planted by the Saint Clan..."

"Useless."

The next moment, Luo Yue’s eyes flashed with impatience. Her jade hand reached out, spanning the Void toward the kneeling Flower Slave.

"Ah..."

Accompanied by a shout, Flower Slave was already in Luo Yue’s grasp.

"Mercy, Demon Witch, have mercy..." Already paralyzed with fear, Flower Slave cried out in terror, but the next moment, there was no more sound.

Luo Yue’s spiritual will directly entered Flower Slave’s demonic soul. Moments later, Luo Yue’s hand loosened and Flower Slave fell to the ground, his body convulsing continuously, his vital energy wilting, clearly not long for this world.

"Ten Thousand Demons Palace, indeed descendants of the primal Heavenly Demons, lawless."

Luo Yue whispered softly, her eyes flickering. Then she spoke again, "Inform the elders in the palace that I, the Demon Witch, have ascended to the Supreme King Realm. Once I stabilize my cultivation, I will go to the central Celestial Spirit Mountain to meet the Emperor!"

In fact, there was no need for her to speak; her ascension to ruler had stirred the thunder tribulation, and the elders of the Hundred Desires Dao Palace naturally already knew. Each generation of the Hundred Desires Dao Palace had ten Demon Witches, and this time, Luo Yue was the first to ascend to the supreme state. This first Demon Witch position was naturally hers.

Once a king traces the Sky Vault, from then on, the remaining nine Demon Witches and she are no longer on the same level, unless one of them also ascends to the royal path. However, the realm of kings is not easy to ascend to, and even now, the memory of the heart-stirring central demonic tribulation she faced during her ascension still lingered.

"I also want commands to be sent down that the Demon Witch has broken through to the Supreme. There should be grand celebrations. Go with my seal and head to all major sub-palaces, main Demon Palaces, and many branches of our Hundred Desires Palace to invite them over."

Upon saying this, Luo Yue paused, then added, "Oh, and invite the comrades from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the several Demon Princes, and invite them all!"

After she finished speaking, Luo Yue disappeared into the air, returning to the Great Hall to consolidate her realm.

Seeing Luo Yue leave, many demons breathed a sigh of relief. Then someone approached Flower Slave, who was already devoid of life.

These demons showed no mercy, casually digging a deep pit under a nearby spirit flower to bury him. Instantly, the spirit flower displayed strands of blood-colored light, becoming even more luminous and vibrant with life.

...

Years passed in the blink of an eye. After the great battle of the Eastern Desolate Land, a period of calm ensued. Both the human race and the Hundred Clans of Heaven suffered losses of countless warriors and even fallen kings.

All tribes began to lie low and lick their wounds. Even with the vast territories of the Human Tribe East Wasteland, North, South, East, and West, along with the central domain, the combined loss and damage of warriors amounted to four hundred million, not counting the consumption of massive resources.

Over several years, nearly all of the human race’s ten-thousand-year accumulation of resources was depleted, necessitating their renewal.

The other major races also participating in the war, lacking the depth of human race resources, faced a greater crisis under equivalent consumption.

Deep in the depths of the Dragon Fall Mountain Range, the Gu Yuan Tribe seemed to have been unwittingly forgotten by everyone; however, for the Gu Yuan Tribe, this passage of time was a transformative era.

A hundred years had passed since Xiao Chen advanced to king, which was but a moment of seclusion for a king. Yet, for the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Wilderness, it was like an eon of worldly vicissitudes.

Ordinary tribe people’s bloodlines had already proliferated across four or five generations, while those martial artists obsessed with martial arts had reached the pinnacle of physical strength.

Now in the Border Wasteland Region, every tribe that didn’t have a Towering Realm Martial Artist stationed was too embarrassed to establish and expand its territory. Although the Gu Yuan Tribe was located deep in the Dragon Fall Mountain Range, it didn’t lag in supporting the other tribes of the border.

Moreover, this radiating influence spread from the Border Wasteland Region towards the northern territories—the Ten Thousand Mountains Domain, Ten Thousand Spirits Domain, and the Snow Peaks Realm didn’t even need mention.

Progressing northward came the Fenghuo, Ling Guang, and Hengguang domains, the Maple Blue and Purple Gold domains, the Forged Martial, Rock Glow, and Blue Sky domains. Over a century, the power of the Gu Yuan Tribe gradually infiltrated these human territories.

This was a type of subtle influence, a kingly influence. The Gu Yuan Tribe needed to integrate these territories, and the warriors of these territories urgently needed a king to stabilize the Wilderness and secure their homelands.

Depths of the Dragon Fall Mountain Range.

Viewed from midair, the entire mountain range appeared boundless, peaks clustering like a forest, ancient woods vast and always emanating a thick and profound aura that rose to the heavens, shimmering under the sunlight.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were rumbling noises in the sky as huge shadows obscured the sunlight, and where they passed, the ancient woods darkened. These were fifteen tremendous Void Battleships.

Each battleship was a hundred zhang in size; in fact, these could no longer be called battleships, as they had all been specially modified.

Gone were the fierce, metallic luster-emitting turrets, except for the two Elemental Stone Cannons at the fore and stern, the positions of the subcannons on the wings of the battleship had been thoroughly removed.

Instead, they had become armed cargo ships capable of carrying goods. Fifteen ships were loaded with neatly arranged large metal boxes, each ten zhang long and five zhang wide. The boxes contained Elemental Stones, Spirit Medicine, and some precious divine metals; ordinary ore was haphazardly stacked inside the ships.

The Gu Yuan Tribe currently had ten of such fleets, perpetually traveling between mine veins and the tribe. By now, the tribe had excavated two thousand mine veins within the mountain range, and there were even more that were located.

Delving deep into the mountain range naturally led to conflicts with fierce beasts, especially since Xiao Chen and the Mountain God Qi Xiu Ya had a secret pact. Over the years, beast tides erupted periodically, sometimes every few months, sometimes every two to three years.

Battling the beast tides had become a habit for the Gu Yuan Tribe.

As time flowed, tribes prosper and decline, and tribe people are replaced. Yet for the Gu Yuan Tribe, it continued growing stronger.

This time marked the longest seclusion Xiao Chen had ever undertaken. This time he did not induce the "illusion," opting instead to let nature take its course, though time acceleration still consumed his own lifespan.

At the deepest part of Deep Blue King Lake, there was a barrier. There sat Xiao Chen, his body flickering with divine light, a nine-colored radiance flowing through him like a small dragon continuously circulating within his body.

An immensely vast aura emanated from his body, but thanks to the barrier, not a thread of it leaked out.

His eyes slightly closed, the radiant blue water from all around seeped through the barrier onto him, giving him an ethereal appearance.

Roar!

A roaring sound emerged from within Xiao Chen, resembling the sound of a dragon, which lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Finally, Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes. Inside, dragons danced across the sky, yet looking deeper, those dragons seemed more like the Heavenly Meridians within him.

"King’s World Cultivation, consolidating realms, it turns out the so-called Wang Jing legends of the Desolate Wilds are but misconstructions; one cannot truly understand the mysteries within without entering this level."

Buzz!

In Xiao Chen’s hand appeared a divine metal stele, engraved with an ancient image of a Heavenly Dragon.

The Heavenly Dragon roared skywards, its aura engulfing mountains and rivers, its presence commanding heaven and earth, with an air of unmatched supremacy.

This was the martial arts technique Xiao Chen deduced from everything he had learned, not only blending the Combat Qi Techniques he had practiced but also incorporating the Divine Cultivation Technique.

In another sense, this could also be called Wang Jing.

Directly pointing to the King’s Dao!

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