Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 829 - 824: All Beings Uneasy

The Seventh Heaven!

Torn asunder by war!

Powerful human warriors and strongmen of the myriad clans are locked in fierce battle here, where even the rarely seen Daluo Golden Immortal Martial Artists are as common as cabbages.

In some large-scale battles, the traces of mighty Immortal Kings can even be seen.

Fortunately, no Immortal Emperors have yet taken the field.

The Galaxy!

The demarcation line between the Middle Thousand Worlds and the Great Thousand Worlds.

It lies across the Seventh Heaven, vast and boundless, stretching endlessly. Even an Immortal King, if spending a lifetime, cannot traverse it, incredibly mysterious.

The water of the Galaxy is the Weak Water!

Every drop of Weak Water weighs billions of pounds, fiercely surging, as if to break the banks of heaven and earth, to annihilate all living things.

Bathed in the starlight, it exudes a charming starshine, misty and beautiful.

In times of peace, many immortals would indulge in the mountains and waters, relax here, or young men and women would date here, swearing by the Galaxy, witnessing the love of immortals.

But now, with the war begun, the Galaxy has become a strategic location fiercely contested by belligerents.

The human race and the myriad clans have committed large forces here, fighting day and night, so much so that the Galaxy's waters are stained red with the blood of immortals.

Standing on the Sixth Heaven, gazing upwards at the starry sky, one notices a bloody mist obscuring the ends of the cosmos.

"Battle, battle, battle!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Over the Galaxy, the sounds of slaughter echo unceasingly.

Countless Martial Artists, with the lowest cultivation at the Golden Immortal Realm, clad in armor and wielding immortal weapons, heedless of life and death, engage in fierce fighting.

Occasionally, the body of an immortal can be seen falling from the starry sky, plunging into the Galaxy and being torn to powder by the violent Weak Water.

In truth, the battle between immortals and mortal armies is no different; the final destination is merely life or death.

"Kill!"

"Seize the Galaxy, capture the passage to the Middle Thousand Worlds!"

On the savage battlefield, a hoarse voice echoed, shattering of countless miles of starlight.

An elderly figure, face wrinkled and in the twilight of life, widened his cloudy eyes and dragged his weary body towards the nearest Immortal King of the myriad clans.

As he approached, his body swelled abruptly and exploded fiercely.

Boom!

With an earth-shattering roar, there appeared a massive fireball in the starry sky, with terrible shockwaves spreading in all directions.

In the void, an ancient voice echoed through the universe.

Humankind, forever undying!

This was the self-detonating elder's last words before death.

"Madman!" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

A moment later, the fireball dissipated, revealing an Immortal King of the myriad clans, disfigured, covered in wounds, with an arm blown away.

Though he survived, he suffered severe injuries. Without urgent treatment, he would be left with scars that could affect future cultivation.

Yet this is the battlefield, not a place where one can just walk away?

Just as he put a pill in his mouth, a human general noticed, eyes bloodshot, filled with killing intent, advancing with a blood-stained Immortal Sword.

"Damn it!"

Unable to do anything else, the Immortal King of the myriad clans had no choice but to drag his injured body into battle, and after a few rounds, was cut down.

This is the battlefield.

Even an Immortal King cannot escape the clutches of death.

"So many strongmen from the human race!"

However, no one noticed, deep in the Galaxy, stood two figures watching the battlefield calmly.

The turbulent Weak Water parted in their presence, forming a vacuum zone a hundred feet around them.

The speaker was Bai Ze, the Demon Sage, who looked at the scene before him with nostalgia.

It had been a long time since he had been on the battlefield!

"Indeed!"

"And they are not the most fearsome!"

"The 'Ziwei Emperor Star' of the human race is the greatest obstacle to our clan's rise!"

Di Tian spoke coldly, his eyes filled with icy killing intent, wishing to annihilate all of humankind.

"Ziwei Emperor Star!"

Bai Ze's eyes narrowed, a flash of killing intent appeared.

Since the demon clan's defeat, he had been in seclusion within the Chaos, but that didn't mean he was oblivious to worldly affairs.

He had always been concerned about his kindred, monitoring the war between the myriad clans and the human race, knowing well the significance of the 'Ziwei Emperor Star' to humans.

Therefore, the human 'Ziwei Emperor Star' must die!

This is also why he chose this moment to emerge.

Because now, is the best time to kill the 'Ziwei Emperor Star'.

Thinking of this.

Bai Ze stepped out of the Galaxy.

Behind him, the starry sky twisted, revealing a supreme phantom with a dragon head, lion's body, double horns, and goat's beard, exuding auspicious energy, turning misfortune to fortune.

Accompanied by ancient, vast, primal forces erupting from his being, tearing the starry sky, dimming the sun and moon, distorting space and time, making the Nine Heavens tremble slightly.

At this moment, all the powerhouses across the myriad worlds could feel this terrifying power, sending shivers down their spines in disbelief and fear.

"This is..."

On the Eighth Heaven, the Ancestor of Humanity's eyes flickered, gazing downwards, penetrating spacetime, landing on the Galaxy, eyeing the supreme phantom.

Instantly.

His eyes shrunk, feeling as though his scalp was about to explode.

"Bai Ze!"

The Ancestor of Humanity stood abruptly, his face drastically changing, filled with incredulity.

He had not met Bai Ze but had read detailed accounts in the annals of humankind, the head of the ten great demon sages, with profound cultivation unmatched by many.

But wasn't he supposed to have perished during the 'War of the Demons and Witches'?

How could he reappear now?

"No, if he is Bai Ze, why has his cultivation only reached the Immortal Emperor Realm?"

Soon, the Ancestor of Humanity noticed something was amiss; Bai Ze, who traversed the Archaic Era, was a high official in the ancient demon court, his power should at least be in the Immortal Venerable Realm, possibly stronger. Why only the Immortal Emperor Realm?

The power clearly did not match!

But if not Bai Ze, why does his aura feel so ancient?

"Could it be...that he was severely injured during the 'War of the Demons and Witches' and has been healing for eons?"

At this moment, a reasonable thought surfaced in the Ancestor of Humanity's mind, making his expression grow extremely grave and unpleasant.

Bai Ze, a powerhouse of the Archaic Era!

With numerous cards up his sleeve.

Greatly enhancing the strength of the myriad clans, not to mention, Bai Ze himself is an Immortal Emperor peak Martial Artist.

Though he has yet to recover fully from injury.

But who can promise he will never recover?

Once healed, the myriad clans would gain another powerhouse at least in the Immortal Venerable Realm.

Thinking of this.

The Ancestor of Humanity's heart sank.

"An ancient demon clan powerhouse?"

In the Dragon Realm, the Dragon Emperor recognized Bai Ze, all his dragon scales raised, with an expression complex to the extreme.

He thought of a significant issue: with Bai Ze summoned by the myriad clans, are there other remaining strongmen of the ancient demon clan?

If yes, the strength of the myriad clans would surpass other powerful forces.

Simultaneously, the Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan, Literary Realm, Soldier Clan, Buddhist Realm, Taoist World, and other top entities were also stirred up, filled with unease.