Chapter 942: No Regrets for Entering China in This Life, Wishing to Be Born in the Land of Flowers in the Next!

The allied armies of the immortal, divine, and demonic realms descended like the vault of heaven overturning, a vast and surging torrent, while to the true west, figures clad in pristine white robes rose into the air, their radiance spilling over every expanse—the Army of Divine Judgment led by the God of Radiant Arbitration!

To the northeast, the music of immortals drifted elegantly as tens of thousands of immortals trod upon rolling yellow clouds, pouring down to tilt the heavens!

Arriving from the southeast, ink-black waves rolled as demons wailed and ghosts shrieked!

A battle... no, what everyone was experiencing at this moment was an incomparably tragic and ferocious slaughter!

The Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace, the Elven Forest, the Orc Kingdom, and... across the even vaster expanses of the world.

Within the Elven Court, one could see that slender figure, where the glow of sword scars and magic seemed to leave that tattered cloak looking even more ruined.

At the Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace, all the disciples and elders gasped heavily; the entire palace was reduced nearly to a field of ruins, as though it had just endured an unimaginably brutal conflict.

On the main battlefield, which by now had long since run red with rivers of blood, Nalan Hongwu, Saint Wilson, and the others suddenly halted their movements and turned their gazes forward.

Figures emerged one after another from the dense mist, some bearing swords on their backs, others holding fly-whisks, their varied silhouettes barely discernible within the haze.

One could see thick, heavy chains wrapped around the back of one figure, binding a colossal sword shaped like a coiled dragon.

"That is..." The voice of the Dugu Ancestor beside him was deep and low. "The ancestor of my clan...!"

"And..." the Dugu Ancestor continued, "the forebears of our long-declined clans and sects!"

Two more figures manifested from the mist; one held a decaying staff in his withered right hand, yet the crimson gem at the staff's peak remained utterly pristine and unstained.

Another bore a man-sized greatsword upon his back, the chilling glint of its blade piercing to the bone!

"The First Generation Saint of Magic...?!"

"And... the First Generation Sword Saint!" Saint Wilson said in a heavy tone.

Withered figures stepped out from the mist one by one, the Army of the Wrathful Deity, appearing to weep bitterly to the world of their failed plights when they still drew breath.

Yet their strength, powerful far beyond imagination, seemed to narrate to these descendants glorious and long-forgotten legends of the past.

No trace of emotion flickered within their hollow eye sockets; they slaughtered everything around them like mere marionettes on strings.

Their grim, chilling murderous intent swept over like a wild gale pushing through surging fog!

Yet, if their spiritual awareness still remained, perhaps the ones they truly wished to slay... were none other than themselves!

Using... the swords of these descendants!

As eyes met, those hollow sockets seemed to betray a strange sentiment: Do you possess the resolve to shoulder the future?!

At this moment, the expressions of Nalan Hongwu and the others grew increasingly solemn, as if they could hear voices echoing from antiquity.

"If you do... strike off my head and charge forward!"

Amidst a chorus of hoarse, twisted roars, countless terrifying attacks erupted instantly from all directions!

"Heh~"

At this very moment, what could be seen upon the faces of these players was confidence, calmness, strength... as well as meticulous technique and a soul that could prop up the very heavens!

"It is precisely what I desire!" Nalan Hongwu smiled, shaking his long sword to shed the dust and flesh from its edge.

"Upon the honor of a knight!" The greatswords of the paladins surged upward, the holy light blazing like a rainbow!

"The nation, the people... shall be guarded by us!" On the battlefield, sabers were raised high.

The forebears from the distant ancient past and the brilliantly gifted descendants of this era stood grimly opposed upon this battlefield.

"Charge!"

In an instant, the flashes of blades and swords collided as countless terrifying spells and unparalleled sword intents instantly enveloped the entire heaven and earth! Surrounded by the armies of the three realms, the allied forces of the mortal races bloomed here like magnificent flowers at the peak of their splendor!

That was... the lifeblood and brilliance of life, distilled through countless ages!

Nalan Hongwu's entire body infused with a sword intent that communed with the divine; the blades of both sides crossed, and an incomparably precise strike passed through the opponent's neck first, by a mere hair's breadth!

Sheathing his sword, the movement was seamless.

Recalling the countless past battles, the virtual and the real... life and death, if there truly existed a state of meticulous perfection, perhaps... he had indeed touched it!

"Clang!" A heavy, dull thud of clashing blades echoed—a parry! Saint Leyton deflected the opponent's greatsword aside, and almost simultaneously...

"Omnislash Version 5!" Another figure soared into the air behind him; Sword Saint Wilson's blade took to the sky amidst intertwining light and shadow, composing a symphony of destruction!

"Deploy the Golden Light Array!" Above the Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace, the celestial light shook as thunder rumbled through the heavens and earth!

"Blade... of Exile!" In the Elven Forest, an incredibly terrifying surge of green energy roared forth like a doomsday tsunami!

At this moment, the entire battlefield felt a deep, piercing chill; this was the roaring wrath of the wills of these mortal realm living beings.

In a mere matter of decades or centuries, they had reached a realm that their predecessors dared not even imagine, even stepping into the realm of immortals and gods; whether in combat technique or state of mind, they had reached the absolute peak, and these proud sons of heaven and earth were now qualified to write a wild, unrestrained stroke!

"Stop them! Stop them—!" the God of Radiant Arbitration roared, and the bellowing of gods and immortals echoed through the entire cosmos.

"Kill!" With a single command, host of demons rose up! A massive shadow loomed in the sky, turning out to be...

"The Shadow Legion?!" Everyone from the Western Continent caught that aura and gasped in shock.

World Mage Hermadon said with a solemn countenance, "It is the evil god they worship!"

Yet how could the current them be compared to who they were back then?! Having slaughtered all gods in God of War, listened to Dao under the sages in Journey to the West, and observed all manner of Daoist arts in Investiture of the Gods. No matter which continent they resided upon, when they looked back now, those past storms were now nothing more than a wild display of pride in their hearts!

"How can the likes of you obstruct me?!" Having similarly ascended to the realm of immortals and gods, the swords in their hands were not a bit inferior, and their soaring battle intent was even greater!

Having never fallen through countless past trials and tribulations, our generation naturally—grows stronger when facing the strong!

"It was you who instigated your subordinate sects to destroy the denominations of my continent thousands of years ago, causing our heritage to be nearly severed, and now you descend once more, almost bringing us to ruin again?!" Soaring upon his sword, a path paved with blood behind him, Nalan Hongwu scrutinized the God of Radiant Arbitration before him.

Beside him, Zong Wu, Gu Tingyun, and even all the other cultivators and warriors looked on with cold eyes.

"Was it you who commanded your legions to plague our mortal world for thousands of years?! Leaving corpses scattered for thousands of miles and lands entirely lost?!" On the other side, a host of knights and mages bore eyes filled with fury as they scrutinized the demons before them.

"Holy Light, do you see that enemy?" A host of paladins led by Commander Evan rode upon gryphons, resembling a swiftly piercing arrow straight into the enemy's heart!

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"Just... who are you!?" Above the sky divided by that golden rainbow bridge, the King of Gods, who wore a divine crown and ruled the Pantheon, asked in a solemn voice, "Do you truly wish to make an enemy of my entire world?!"

A flash of spiritual light dissolved within Fang Qi's palm; at this moment, he felt as though... no matter where he was, this was his most solid backing!

A thousand words dissolved into a single phrase: "No regrets for entering Huaxia in this life, may I be born in the land of China in the next..."

A gleam of an arrow pierced through the void as the Sun-Shooting Bow was drawn to its full strength, the divine arrow transforming into a beam of light that penetrated heaven and earth as it shot forth!

The headless God of War unleashed a roar.

In the next instant, immortals and gods, gods and demons... met above the sky, as magnificently beautiful as the confluence of galaxies!

"Nothing more than this, kill!" Holy Revered Xuanzhong, clad in a purple robe, bellowed.

In the next moment, four immortal swords soared into the sky, rendering the heavens and earth into a sheet of red light.

Looking from afar, ancient swords vaguely seemed to awe the universe from the four directions, as ancient characters saturated with the passage of time manifested within the red light, reading:

Zhu Xian!

Xian Xian!

Jue Xian!

Lu Xian!

The Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, the Taiji Diagram... and even all kinds of Innate Spiritual Treasures crushed down from within the array!

"Ah—!" A wretched shriek rent the air, swiftly followed by a second, and then a third...

And then, the entire mountain and wilderness erupted in a chorus of agony!

Within the formation, the reflections of swords shook the very light, and in an instant, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers!

The immortal treasures and divine artifacts they so proudly brandished, their incomparably formidable cultivations, all seemed utterly useless at this moment!

The Sharp Executioner slays, the Immortal-Slayer brings demise, the Immortal-Trapping sword flashes red on all sides; the Immortal-Absolute undergoes endless wondrous transformations, dyeing even the robes of the Great Daluo Immortals with blood!

This, it seemed, was the true catastrophe!

For lofty existences such as themselves, it had always been they who, with a mere thought, brought cataclysm upon others; they had never imagined that one day, they too would face such a terrifying disaster!

This very moment was their doom!