The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 102 War Mobilization 2

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The main hall stands majestically high above the heavens, surrounded by golden dragons symbolizing the celestial court's fortune. It is the core place where the celestial court handles affairs of all heavens.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was solemn. Xianxia Chi and Mingde stood facing each other, urgently discussing the dispatch of reinforcements to aid the ancient civilization faction on the battlefield.

Xianxia, ​​dressed in a celestial robe, frowned deeply and said in a solemn tone: "Strange thing. News from the front lines says that all the spatial passages and teleportation arrays leading to the ancient civilization battlefield were destroyed at the same time, leaving not a single one behind! This is too strange and can not be a coincidence!"

Mingde stood to the side, dressed in a scholar's robe, his aura of righteousness restrained, yet his eyes were sharp as knives. After a moment's contemplation, he spoke directly, revealing his suspicions: "Fellow Daoist Xianxia Chi, there's more to this than meets the eye. To be able to destroy all spatial passages and formations so silently and without anyone noticing in such a short time must be the work of a top-tier expert in the Dao of Space. Moreover, this person must be in the upper echelons of the Heavenly Court, wielding considerable power, to be able to accurately pinpoint the location of all spatial passages!"

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and said with certainty, "I suspect that someone in the Heavenly Court's upper echelons is secretly colluding with the Underworld to cut off our Heavenly Court's frontline reinforcements!"

Xianxia Chi shuddered, a person instantly coming to mind. Her brows furrowed, and her tone was tinged with apprehension and disbelief: "Mingde, could it be... that you suspect Yu Jingzhen?"

Very few people in the Heavenly Court know about all the spatial passages leading to the ancient civilization factions, and they are also proficient in the Dao of Space. In the entire Heavenly Court, there are very few people who have the ability to destroy all spatial passages in a short period of time. Only Yu Jingzhen, as the master of the Space Temple, has this ability.

However, Yu Jingzhen is, after all, the master of the Space Temple and a high-ranking official of the Heavenly Court. He holds a high position and great power. If he were to make a rash suspicion without real evidence, it would surely cause turmoil in the Heavenly Court.

Mingde's eyes flashed with even greater sternness, showing no restraint whatsoever: "Whether it's him or not, we'll find out soon enough!"

"Immediately issue a decree from the Heavenly Palace, ordering Yu Jingzhen, the Palace Master of the Space Temple, to immediately lead the temple's powerful warriors to the front lines to provide assistance, and to take full responsibility for repairing all destroyed spatial passages and teleportation arrays!"

Mingde's words carried an unquestionable determination, revealing a complete plan in his mind: "We'll first transfer Yu Jingzhen out of the Space Temple. Zhenyu now controls most of the Space Temple's power. By suppressing him within the temple, even if Yu Jingzhen has something to hide, he won't dare to openly disobey the Heavenly Palace's orders! Once he reaches the front lines, far from the Space Temple and losing his foothold, he'll be out of control!"

Xianxia Chi, however, remained deeply worried and hurriedly advised, "Mingde, this matter is of utmost importance, and we must act with utmost caution! Yu Jingzhen is the master of a palace and an important minister of the Heavenly Court. If we rashly take him down, it will surely cause turmoil in the Heavenly Court and affect the overall situation of the heavens! I think we should put this matter aside for now, immediately send a message to Lord Haotian, and wait for Haotian's decree before making a decision!"

Mingde verbally agreed with Xianxia Chi's opinion, but in his heart, he already had another plan.

He never intended to wait for Haotian's decree. This time, transferring Yu Jingzhen to the front lines was precisely to send this rat of the Space Temple, along with its secretly cultivated cronies, to the battlefield. At that time, his demonic body in the Underworld would take action, killing them all without anyone noticing, allowing them to die "reasonably" on the battlefield. This would eliminate a major threat without leaving any evidence, and also allow Zhenyu to completely control the Space Temple—a triple win.

Xianxia Chi saw that Mingde agreed with her opinion and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She knew perfectly well that Mingde was no longer simply someone with supreme spiritual power. He was not only the chief celestial official of the Heavenly Palace, wielding immense power, but also the deputy temple master of the Temple of Time. His strength and influence had reached their peak. If Mingde believed that Yu Jingzhen was colluding with the Underworld and insisted on taking action against her, even if she wanted to stop him, she would be powerless to deter him.

What she didn't know was that Mingde's situation in the Temple of Time was far more bizarre than the outside world imagined.

Unlike Zhenyu's confrontational stance at the Temple of Space, when Mingde went to the Temple of Time to assume the position of Vice Temple Master, the Temple Master Murong Huan not only showed no signs of resistance or ambition to seize power, but also displayed great openness, personally leading the temple's powerful figures to open the temple gates wide and warmly welcome Mingde's arrival.

This, on the contrary, left the usually shrewd and calculating Mingde unable to fathom the other party's thoughts for the time being. He could only suppress his murderous intent and play the role of a harmonious colleague, putting on a pleasant show with Murong Huan.

Even though things seemed peaceful on the surface, Mingde's desire to eliminate Murong Huan and completely control the Temple of Time never diminished; on the contrary, it grew stronger. He was just waiting for the right opportunity to make a decisive move and eliminate any future troubles.

Just as Mingde and Xianxia Chi reached a consensus, golden divine decrees carrying the fortune of the Heavenly Palace broke through layers of void and were transmitted to the eight thousand great worlds of the Heavenly Court through countless channels such as spatial divine patterns, communication divine talismans, and secret passages of the heavens, resounding throughout the territories of every heavenly power.

Wherever the divine decree went, it was as if the Heavenly Emperor himself had arrived. The Heavenly Court and all the realms dared not delay in the slightest. The dormant war machine roared into action, and the hidden powerhouses of the heavens awoke one after another. Streams of divine thoughts traversed the galaxy, and armies of gods were ready to go. Vast divine might swept across the entire Heavenly Court, and even the chaotic currents of the universe were stirred up and rolled endlessly.

The Eastern Universe, the Realm of Pangu.

As one of the four dominant worlds of the Heavenly Court, the Pangu Realm has unfathomable depths. Various primordial laws flow through every inch of its territory. It boasts thousands of divine mountains, boundless immortal seas, and countless powerful beings, including many at the Boundless Realm. It is the absolute pillar of the Eastern Universe of the Heavenly Court.

The moment the Heavenly Palace decree was received, the Great Hall of Gods deep within the Pangu Realm opened, and several high-ranking figures from the realm gathered together, their auras concealed. In a short while, they finalized a decision—the old patriarch of the Wind Clan would personally lead the true gods and holy army of the Pangu Realm to rush to the aid of the ancient civilization's defenses.

The old patriarch of the Wind Clan is a veteran powerhouse in the Pangu Realm, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Great Freedom and Boundless Realm. His participation in this battle is enough to intimidate the gods of the Hell Realm.

The Realm of Demons and Gods, a place where all demons of the universe gather.

Within this realm, myriad races coexist, the bloodline of ancient demon gods continues unbroken, stars have transformed into monstrous birds and beasts, and the demonic and sacred energies of heaven and earth have mingled, giving birth to countless supreme demon races. Upon receiving the divine decree from the Heavenly Palace, the Demon God Realm immediately organized, led by the Mother Goddess Chivada, gathering the elite demon gods of the Demon God Realm, and shattering the void to rush to the front lines.

As a top-tier deity in the demon god realm, Mother Goddess Chivada possesses unfathomable cultivation and enjoys extremely high prestige within the demonic lineage of the Heavenly Court. With her in charge, the battle situation can be stabilized.

The Realm of Myriad Ruins, the Northern Universe Ruler of the Heavenly Court.

The realm is dotted with various sacred lands and divine veins, and the gods have been fighting for many years, making them formidable warriors. Upon receiving the divine decree, the realm's high command quickly mobilized its troops, dispatching a veteran god who had been in seclusion for many years to lead the gods of the Myriad Ruins Realm, carrying an ancient artifact, and rushing to the ancient civilization's defense line at full speed.

Among the four dominant worlds, the reinforcements from the Heavenly Realm were still personally led by Yu Dongxuan, the master of the Palace of Light. He wore a robe of light, his body radiating holy light, followed by countless cultivators from the Heavenly Realm. His divine radiance stretched across billions of miles of starry sky. He appeared righteous and awe-inspiring, but deep in his eyes lay calculation and malice. Whether this reinforcement was truly for defense or had other motives, no one knew.

The four dominant worlds of the Heavenly Court—Pangu Realm, Demon God Realm, Myriad Ruins Realm, and Heaven Realm—simultaneously mobilized their troops, acting as a stabilizing force that instantly mobilized all factions in the four universes of the Heavenly Court.

The Yuan Realm of the Eastern Universe, the Houtu Realm, the Tianlong Realm of the Southern Universe, the Zhenwu Great World of the Northern Universe, and the Tao Realm and Dao Realm of the Western Universe all responded to the divine decree of the Heavenly Palace. One after another, true gods who had been dormant for many years emerged, and one after another, iron-blooded holy armies set out. Thousands of divine rainbows traversed the cosmic starry sky, and countless divine figures covered the sky and the vast divine power intertwined and collided, shaking the entire universe. Even the distant Hell Realm could feel this magnificent war atmosphere.

Once the Heavenly Court's massive war machine is fully operational, the war potential it unleashes is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The Heavenly Court governs eight thousand great worlds, and this time it has sent true god powerhouses to almost all of them. The number of true gods gathered here is in the thousands, and the number of holy armies formed is countless. Even if it is only a part of the fighting force, it is enough to sweep away a major power in a universe.

Unfortunately, the four dominant worlds each had their own agendas and were not entirely aligned with the Heavenly Palace. The Heavenly Court Alliance, though seemingly vast, was actually riddled with internal factions and lacked cohesion, making it difficult to exert its full strength. Otherwise, in terms of overall power, even the Hell Realm, which had integrated the power of ten races, could not compare to the united Heavenly Court Alliance.

At this moment, the battlefield between the ancient civilization factions has become a living hell.

The attack launched by the Underworld this time appears to involve only four races: the Underworld Clan, the Stone Clan, the Dead Clan, and the Yama Clan. However, these four races are all top-tier races in the Underworld. The three Upper Clans have joined forces with the Dark Temple, along with the Yama Clan, which has a deep foundation. On the surface, their strength already accounts for half of the Underworld. It can be said that they have deployed all their elite forces and are determined to crush the ancient civilization's defenses.

The ancient civilizations and their various factions, lacking the resources of the major world rulers, were powerless to confront the terrifying power of the Hell Realm head-on. They could only rely on the star defense lines built over countless years, retreating step by step, compressing the battle lines, and desperately defending themselves. Every minute and every second, ancient civilization cultivators fell, their divine blood staining the starry sky red.

At the forefront of the battlefield, on the star defense line extending from the remnants of Buzhou Mountain, Luo Yifeng, the old lord of the Tianchu Civilization, is fighting alone against three top-level experts of the Great Freedom Boundless Realm from the Hell Realm!

His Taoist robe was already soaked with divine blood, his aura was chaotic, his old injuries had relapsed, and his soul was in excruciating pain. Yet he still gripped the divine seal tightly in his hand, his figure like a pillar of strength, standing firm before the defensive line, not retreating an inch.

The divine seal in his hand was his natal artifact, its body engraved with countless divine runes. At this moment, it was tightly gripped by Luo Yifeng, its body stained with blood, and even its body began to break apart.

Opposite him, the Lord of the Death God Temple was surrounded by deathly aura, wielding the Heavenly Dao of Death. Looking at Luo Yifeng, who was covered in blood and still refused to retreat, a sense of respect arose in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying the solemnity of death, and advised, "Luo Yifeng, the Four Yang Heavenly Lord has already self-destructed his divine sun and retreated in panic. The ancient civilization's defenses are at their last gasp. Once Clan Chief Gong Xuanzang and the others arrive, you will have no way to escape and will only face death. I respect you as a man of integrity. If you lead the Heavenly Beginning Civilization to surrender to my Hell Realm now, it is still not too late, and your lineage can be preserved."

Luo Yifeng was able to withstand the combined attack of him, the God of War, the Underworld Lord, and Yan Xingru, three beings of great freedom and boundless strength, all by himself. Even with old injuries, he still fought desperately to defend the line. Such integrity was something that even the gods of the Underworld had to admire.

Beside him, the Yama clan's deity, Yan Xingru, stood silently in the void.

He was dressed in white, his face was so handsome that it surpassed even the most beautiful celestial maidens. He held a black jade flute in his hand, and his body was surrounded by an ethereal aura, as if he were a banished immortal descending to earth, untouched by the dust of the world. Yet, his eyes were devoid of any emotion, as indifferent as ancient ice.

He gently waved the jade flute in his hand, his tone calm, yet every word pierced the heart, succinctly revealing Luo Yifeng's desperate situation: "You can't hold out for long, the defenses will inevitably break."

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of War, the Underworld Lord, let out a piercing taunt. His aura of underworld battle surged, and he gripped the Golden Crow Blade tightly in his hand, the blade radiating a chilling aura: "Luo Yifeng, look at that Four Yang Heavenly Lord. His cultivation is no weaker than yours, yet he still suffered a defeat and fled, abandoning your ancient civilization."

"Now that the four races of Hell are pressing in, the defeat of your ancient civilization is only a matter of time! Haotian is already being held back in the Boundless Divine Sea by the Nine Deaths Heavenly Emperor and others, unable to escape. Those so-called strongmen of the Heavenly Court are all harboring their own ulterior motives and will not stand up for your ancient civilization at all! Don't forget, the other six races of my Hell Realm are still watching us like tigers, ready to strike at any moment. You have no chance of winning!"

Those words, like cold, sharp knives, pierced the hearts of every ancient god on the battlefield.

Several powerful figures from ancient civilizations, all at the Boundless Realm, turned pale, their minds wavered, and a sense of retreat gradually crept into their eyes.

As the pillars of their respective civilizations, if they were to perish on this battlefield, their civilizations and countless lives would inevitably become prey for the gods of hell, slaughtered and their civilizations severed.

An atmosphere of despair spread across the ancient civilization's defenses, causing many cultivators to lose their composure and suffer a significant drop in combat power.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yifeng remained silent for a long time.

He gazed at the devastated defenses behind him, at the countless cultivators from various civilizations fighting valiantly, and at the ancient beings from ancient civilizations who remained terrified yet steadfast. His aged body trembled slightly, but his eyes grew ever more resolute, showing no sign of retreat.

He slowly tightened his grip on the blood-stained Heavenly Primordial Divine Seal, and the radiance on the seal shone forth once more. He spoke in a deep voice, his words resounding throughout the entire battlefield, firm and resolute: "War God Netherworld Lord, you need not say more!"

"It is precisely for the survival of the Celestial Beginning Civilization, and for the countless lives of all beings in the ancient civilizations, that I will never retreat a single step!"

"You gods of the underworld are bloodthirsty and wreak havoc on the heavens. To associate with you is like asking a tiger for its skin! I will never agree, nor will the billions of beings of the Heavenly Beginning Civilization, nor will any cultivators of ancient civilizations agree!"

"Give up your hopes! As long as I am here today, you will never break through this defense line, nor will you harm a single blade of grass or tree in my ancient civilization!"

Every word was powerful and resounding, like thunderclaps exploding on the battlefield.

The ancient gods, who had initially been considering retreating, had their fighting spirit rekindled upon hearing these words. Their despair vanished, and they gripped their divine weapons tightly, vowing to follow Luo Yifeng to the death and hold the line.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Temple of Death shook his head helplessly, knowing that persuasion to surrender was useless.

The last trace of admonition in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, dark divine light. He held nothing back, unleashing all his divine power in a full-force attack!

"Death descends upon the world, the divine tower stands firm against the heavens!"

With a loud shout, the Death God's Heavenly Dao erupted from his body, and a black Death God Tower, a million miles tall, appeared from the void. The tower was covered with Death God runes, exuding a deathly aura that suppressed all directions of space. With an overwhelming power, it crushed Luo Yifeng directly, intending to destroy him along with his defenses.

"Hahaha, it should have been done long ago! I told you long ago that this old man Luo is a tough nut to crack and will not yield. It's the perfect time to wipe him out and crush the ancient civilization!"

Upon seeing this, the God of War, the Underworld Lord, laughed loudly, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

He gripped the Golden Crow Blade tightly, unleashing a series of golden blade beams that pierced the heavens and earth, pouring all his cultivation into them. The blade beams cleaved through millions of miles of void, shattering the starry sky into fragments. Terrifying blade energy raged and tore countless stars in the sky to dust, the blade aimed directly at Luo Yifeng, intending to kill him with a single strike.

Yan Xingru, dressed in white, remained indifferent.

He gently tapped the black jade flute in his hand. On the flute, the Dao of Music and the rules of the Supreme Sword Dao intertwined and merged, and a killing sword music was played. The flute music transformed into billions of sharp sword intents. The sword intents traversed millions of miles of starry sky. Each sword intent could kill a true god. The three attacks simultaneously blasted towards Luo Yifeng!

Three top-tier experts from the Great Freedom Boundless Realm of the Hell Realm simultaneously unleashed their full power, leaving no room for retreat!

In an instant, the starry sky changed color, the universe roared, tens of millions of miles of galaxy were completely shaken, three major forces intertwined and overflowed, turning endless nebulae into terrifying vortexes, large areas of the void collapsed, even the void wind was completely suppressed, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in this world-destroying power.

Looking at the world-destroying attack, Luo Yifeng smiled bitterly. He knew that he was still suffering from old injuries and had no chance of winning against three opponents, but he still did not retreat a single step.

His aged and frail figure stood before the defensive line, yet it seemed to support the entire world and bear the weight of the survival of all the ancient civilizations.

He gripped the divine seal tightly, pouring his last ounce of divine soul and power into it. The seal radiated a dazzling, holy light, illuminating the entire dark battlefield.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Yifeng moved and charged forward to meet the combined attack of the three strongest beings from the Hell Realm!

He wanted to use his own body to guard this line of defense, and use his own life to protect the hundreds of millions of lives behind him.