The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 826 - 364: The War Begins?_2

Chapter 826: Chapter 364: The War Begins?_2

If his grandfather could have stopped the demons of the Demon Court, they, these ancient demons, wouldn’t have to live within the secret realm, eking out a precarious existence.

"Even your grandfather couldn’t do it?" The princess said, disheartened.

And at that moment, a strange sound arose.

The terrifying figure in the clouds suddenly let out a cry.

"Blood from Vault Star, heaven and earth dance together, a hundred days hence, the war shall begin!"

As his voice sounded, the other demons became agitated and roared excitedly.

"To war!"

"Stand up!"

Those on Canxing who advocated for war also started shouting feverishly.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The voices swelled like a tide, rising in one city and spreading.

The princess, witnessing this scene, imagined a fractured spaceship and lands washed in guns and blood.

War... was about to commence.

And the spies hidden on Canxing, upon learning of this, felt as if the sky itself was collapsing.

Vault Star... was doomed.

The news subsequently made its way back to Vault Star.

Both the Seven Martial Stars Clan and the Royal Family became anxious at this moment.

Initially, although Canxing did support the Ancient Witch, the support was limited.

Now, as war loomed, could Vault Star alone hold back the onslaught?

Moreover, rumors suggested that behind Canxing, there was the indomitably powerful Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

The Ten Thousand Demons Realm was much stronger than the cultivators of the three realms.

At this time, in the grand hall, the king sat at the head, the heads of the Seven Martial Stars families congregating together.

The last time all the heads of the Seven Martial Stars Clan gathered was to face Qi Yuan.

However, the king now was different; the new king was the seventh prince from back then.

Almost a hundred years had passed, and the seventh prince still appeared in his prime, quite youthful.

"Gentlemen, the news from Canxing is that within a hundred days, war will start," said the king, in an unhurried voice that carried a hint of urgency.

"The strength of Canxing surpasses ours and the behind-the-scenes Ten Thousand Demons Realm is mysterious and unknown. This war... is likely to be extremely brutal!"

"Hmph, our Eye of the Sky is no vegetarian; if they dare to come, let them come and never return!" said a burly clan head with a fierce look in his eyes.

Clearly, the Eye of the Sky had given him a lot of confidence.

"What’s there to talk about? We fight!"

"Right, war is inevitable. We must prepare for war, the entire country must enter a wartime state!"

"Today’s Qin Yuan is no longer the Qin Yuan of old!

Faced with Canxing’s threat, the Seven Martial Stars Clan of Qin Yuan Nation chose to stand firm.

No matter how strong the Ten Thousand Demons Realm was, it was probably only a bit stronger than the three realms.

With over a hundred Eyes of the Sky, we are more than capable of defending ourselves.

"This matter needs to be reported to that person," said the king.

A silence fell upon the room.

That person, they knew all too well.

He was the most solid rock on Vault Star, as well as the blade hanging overhead.

As Qin Yuan announced it was entering a state of war, Qi Yuan had already entered the stronghold.

Or more accurately, he was now above the Black Sea.

To enter the Origin Land from the stronghold, one must pass through the Black Sea.

All strongholds, the ships headed for the Origin Land, were divided into twelve paths.

The one Qi Yuan was on, the ship was not very crowded, staffed with just over a hundred Martial Kings.

At that moment, Qi Yuan laid on a reclining chair, looking utterly relaxed and comfortable.

Mu Yan approached with a smile: "Brother Qi’s life seems quite enjoyable."

"Not really, to tell you the truth, I’m feeling a bit sentimental," Qi Yuan said casually.

He had a vague premonition that this game was coming to an end.

After the end of the game, he would face a great calamity.

After dealing with that calamity, he would head to the Higher Realm, to see Jin Li, and also to find his master.

He felt very sentimental.

Once he left this game, there would be no more Civil Affairs Bureau.

Once he saw Jin Li, once he found his master, he could no longer get a marriage certificate.

"Leaving the World of Dead Qi for the Origin Land, to be honest, I also feel a bit reluctant," said Mu Yan, his voice tinged with desolation.

Having just entered the World of Dead Qi, he faced tasks night and day, teetering on the brink of life and death.

Now, with entry into the Beginning Source Land, such affairs will come to an end.

Once he became a Martial Lord, he too would transform from a pawn into a chess player.

"Where are your followers, why aren’t they with you?" Qi Yuan looked to Mu Yan and casually asked.

Accompanying Mu Yan were numerous Ancient Martial Artists at the peak of Martial King status, who this time would follow him to the Beginning Source Land.

Upon hearing this, a hint of loss flashed through Mu Yan’s expression: "They’re... gone, it’s my fault..."

The journey to the Beginning Source Land this time was an official commencement.

In fact, before this, there had been many tentative voyages to explore the route.

During one of these explorations, quite a few New Martial peak Martial Kings had been trapped in a particular area.

This area was exceedingly peculiar, where a New Martial King’s combat strength was reduced to barely one percent of its original, even lesser than that of a Martial Spirit.

At that time, several dozen Martial Kings were trapped there.

In the end, it was discovered that Ancient Martial Artists in that area were merely weakened by half.

Subsequently, an army composed of Ancient Martial Artists was assembled to mount a rescue.

Even so, the Ancient Martial Artists suffered heavy casualties.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan’s expression was indescribable: "It somewhat feels like a high-speed train being trapped and having to request the ancient steam-powered ancestors to come out of retirement."

And then, a sassy monkey-faced woman stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Qi, now that Big Brother Mu Yan is short on manpower, do you want to follow him?

If you follow him, when he steps into the Realm of Martial Lord, he might just help you step into it as well."

On the ship, there were generally two types of Martial Kings.

One type bore the Mark of Martial Lord, who upon entering the Beginning Source Land and passing the trials, would receive the Ancestral Blood baptism, stepping into the Realm of Martial Lord.

The other was like Qi Yuan, who did not have the Mark of Martial Lord; even if those peak Martial Kings were strong, their prospects could not compete with those bearing the mark.

"No need," Qi Yuan said with a smile, "I’m used to my freedom."

Hearing this, Mu Yan was somewhat disappointed: "Brother Qi, if you were to help me, I would spare no effort to help you step into the Realm of Martial Lord!"

Those Martial Kings who entered the Beginning Source Land would engage in a hundred-day Battle of Ancestral Blood.

By then, Martial Lords would personally oversee the trials and observe their performance.

Those who performed exceptionally would be granted more Ancestral Blood.

Different levels and quantities of Ancestral Blood implied different potentials for them.

Listening to Mu Yan’s words, Qi Yuan said lazily, "I aspire to be a Spirit Realm Martial Lord, can you help me achieve that?"

Mu Yan was taken aback upon hearing this.

Spirit Realm Martial Lord... He had never heard of such a term.

"I’ve never heard of that," Mu Yan said, "so I cannot guarantee my help in achieving it."

He was still a man of his word.

Qi Yuan did not speak.

Spirit Realm Martial Lord, he still had no clues about it.

Venerable Shenlei, as well as others in the Beginning Source Land, had never unearthed information about the Spirit Realm Martial Lord.

It was like a mystery.

The monkey-faced woman, upon hearing this, was somewhat disappointed and looked at Qi Yuan with a touch of pity.

She was about to say something but was pulled away by Mu Yan.

The two went down to the ship’s cabin, and the monkey-faced woman couldn’t help saying: "This Qi Yuan is somewhat ungrateful, Brother Mu, with your talent, you’re bound to become a Great Martial Lord in the future!

Missing this opportunity, in the future, he won’t even have the chance to see you."

Mu Yan’s talent was indeed strong.

In fact, he could rank within the top three in talent among the Martial Kings on the large ship.

All the Martial Kings heading to the Beginning Source Land, his talent could enter the top thirty.

"Alas, everyone has their own aspirations; why force them?

We have been through so many Mountain and Sea Scrolls, witnessed too much life and death, and should have long become indifferent to all this," Mu Yan said.

Seeing this, the monkey-faced woman didn’t bring up the matter again but instead said, "Brother Mu, I heard that among the examiners of this Ancestral Blood Battle, there’s an ancestor of yours, could you possibly look out for this humble girl?"

The monkey-faced woman’s words were filled with humility.

This Ancestral Blood Battle would have thirty-six examiners.

Among them, three main examiners.

Mu Yan’s Ancestor of Bloodline was a Great Martial Lord as well as one of the examiners.

If they could gain the help of an examiner, even if their performance was slightly lacking, they could still be "outstanding."

"I cannot guarantee this, everything depends on one’s own performance,"

Mu Yan refused.

He was not too keen on entangling with the monkey-faced woman.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan lay on a recliner, eyes gazing at the sky, occasionally observing the Black Sea, with countless streams of information flowing.

"This place is not bad, it’s full of traces of time.

Our ship seems to be sailing against time, from present to past, along the distant shore of time’s long river, very suitable for the Goldfinch."

The Divine Realm of the Goldfinch was just like time.

Bringing the Goldfinch here to comprehend time might just enable it to rapidly advance in power.