I Pick up a Lost Godhood

The four great powerhouses remained in the Pure Land.

They were about to make some real decisions. Wang Meng and the others were still relatively young. Though they had grown quickly, the great matters of the Cultivation Realm were not yet for them to decide.

The final decision still rested with the four people before them. After so many years, it was time to lay all their grudges and grievances out on the table.

"Old Huang, you were quite treacherous, pulling a lot of strings behind the scenes. It’s just a shame you lost the final game. What do you plan to do?"

Vast Sea said this. In truth, between Lin Jinghao and Jii Wanli, Jii Wanli’s personality made him more suitable to be the Star Alliance Leader. But if Vast Sea hadn’t noticed anything after ruling for so many years, he would be a fool. That was why he would rather choose Lin Jinghao.

Yellow Springs smiled. "Our game is just about over. Theirs is just beginning, wouldn’t you say?"

Everyone understood what Yellow Springs meant. From now on, the Extreme Dao Alliance would stop its machinations and abide by the Star Alliance’s rules. In return, the Star Alliance could not make a move against them. He had decided to withdraw and let Jii Wanli compete with his own existing strength and influence.

After all, both Liao Qingqiu and Tu Mu were optimistic about the Star Alliance’s development. If he insisted on opposing them, it would be one against three, and nothing good would come of it. It was better to retreat in order to advance.

Vast Sea nodded. "This world belongs to the young now anyway. It’s time for old geezers like us to retire."

"Yellow Springs, even if you hadn’t come this time, we were going to find you. You’ve probably sensed it too. The seal is about to break."

Liao Qingqiu said.

Yellow Springs froze for a moment, his expression darkening. "You mean...?"

Liao Qingqiu nodded. Yellow Springs glanced at Tu Mu. "No wonder the Dragon Race is getting involved. How much time is left?"

"Not much. According to Little Zhen’s calculations, there should be a little over a month left. But from the looks of it, the seal’s collapse is accelerating. It might happen sooner," Liao Qingqiu said.

Yellow Springs sighed. ’If it’s a prediction from the Ninefold Heaven, then it must be correct.’ There was only one reason that could force these powerhouses from different races to unite: a greater enemy was about to appear.

"I’ve already contacted some old friends who are still alive. We will act together to hold the eye of the array and suppress the Demon Soul," Vast Sea said, staring intently at Yellow Springs.

The power of the Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable was undeniable, and he was one of the few who knew the inside story.

"The Elders of the Dragon Race and the Demon Race will also take action," Tu Mu said.

Years ago, the four of them had discovered the wondrous place known as the Great Yuan Realm. The Pure Land was one of its beautiful discoveries, but there was also a terrible one: they had broken a seal.

Beneath that seal was the Abyss. What was sealed was not Demon Cultivators, but true Demons. One might say that if the Creator God created the hundred races to rule the surface, then They also created the Demons to rule the Abyss.

In fact, a similar battle had already taken place in ancient times. In the end, most of the hundred races were wiped out, and the Demons were sealed away. The Demon Cultivators of humanity did indeed derive a fraction of their power from the Demons themselves.

Vast Sea and the others had opened that very seal. The four of them hadn’t gone deep before Tu Mu realized what the place was. Although they retreated in time, the seal had already been disturbed. They could only forcefully reseal it before the Demons had a chance to react.

Vast Sea and Liao Qingqiu believed the Demons would emerge sooner or later, so everyone should prepare early. However, Yellow Springs thought the two were having an affair and wanted to join forces to rule the Cultivation Realm, so he went his own way. The Dragon Emperor, meanwhile, remained neutral.

The method Vast Sea and Liao Qingqiu devised to stop this catastrophe was to build up their strength. The only race capable of rapidly improving was humanity, which was why the Star Alliance was created. Meanwhile, the Demon Race willingly resided in the Pure Land, forming the Pure Land Knight Order to provide full support.

Only after discovering Little Zhen did they realize things were even worse than they had imagined. The Demons were preparing. Once they emerged, the hundred races would likely vanish from this world.

Using the power of the Ninefold Heaven, the Slaughter Space was established atop the Grand Array. On one hand, it was to temper the group combat abilities of Cultivators. On the other, the Evil Qi it generated helped protect the array. But this was merely a delaying tactic. During the battle at the Other Shore, the array had already begun to loosen.

When a disciple of the Ghost Sect summoned that Demon, their worries intensified. This meant that the Demons’ power had already grown formidable, to the point where they could find ways to escape the Abyss.

The Demons were both cruel and cunning, and their leaders possessed incredible intelligence.

In order to suppress the Demons, and especially to prevent Demonic Qi from running rampant, the Ancient Cultivators created the Demon Suppression Ritual. Otherwise, if the Demonic Qi invaded, humans and even the Demon Race would be turned into Demons. This required the sacrifice of powerful Cultivators’ lives—the stronger the Cultivator, the more effective the ritual.

Vast Sea, Liao Qingqiu, and Tu Mu had all clearly made their preparations. Now, only Yellow Springs was left.

Yellow Springs smiled, gazing at the beautiful scenery outside. He had been bent on conquering this world, but in the end, the world would remain the same. It would not change for him.

However, he would never allow this world to be destroyed. If it were destroyed, what value would any of his efforts have?

"I’m with you."

Yellow Springs’ voice was calm.

Liao Qingqiu nodded. "Then I’ll go contact the others."

Before long, beams of light rose from the Pure Land.

「No Illusion Demon Sect.」

The old man sweeping the grounds sat quietly under a tree, enjoying the afternoon sun. Before long, a Pure Land Knight descended from the sky.

"Senior, the Star Lord says the appointed time has come."

The old man stood up. He looked at the broom he had used for decades, sighed softly, and then looked around the ordinary, simple little courtyard.

The moment he set down the broom, the old man’s stooped back straightened, and a torrential wave of Elemental Qi surged into the sky.

All that remained was the awe-inspiring presence of a peerless powerhouse.

At the same time, the Taiyin Sect, the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, the Holy Light Sect, and one Super Sect after another received the Star Lord Order.

One powerhouse after another entered the Great Yuan Realm. It was impossible not to attract attention. All the Cultivators felt it.

The level of this Elemental Power surpassed that of an ordinary Sect Leader, surging to an incredible degree. One would have been surprising enough, but there was one after another. ’What is happening?’

Their destination was the Pure Land.

Besides these powerhouses, dragon roars echoed from the horizon as Giant Dragons entered the Great Yuan Realm. They were all eight-clawed Dragon Kings.

As the Cultivators marveled, they began to speculate. Was this a show of force before a decisive battle?

’This lineup is just too ridiculous.’

No matter how heaven-defying a Cultivator’s abilities were, as long as you had not achieved Godhood, you could not be invincible under the heavens.

In the face of such a lineup, any power, no matter how great, would be reduced to dust.

Hearing the dragon roars, Lv Yuantian was stunned for a moment. He knew this day would come, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

’Is the Cultivation Realm ready?’

’I don’t know. Maybe one can never be truly ready, but what’s fated to come will come.’

"Dean, what is it?"

Lv Yuantian looked at Wang Meng and suddenly chuckled. "Heh, it’s a small matter. You should rest here for the next few days. There will be news in a while."

At the same time, the deans of the five great academies also received orders to head to the Pure Land.

Zhang Xiaojiang and the others were having a blast, but Wang Meng could only watch them, feeling happy for them. Perhaps his mindset had truly changed. He could no longer jump around like a child and shoot the breeze like he used to.

He represented the glory of the Holy Hall. This was not just an honor, but also a responsibility.

Suddenly, he felt he could truly understand people like Xuee Zhongnan and Yuu Kunlun, especially Xuee Zhongnan’s philosophy. Xuee Zhongnan hadn’t been that powerful, but he had always persevered without yielding. His persistence was all the more precious for it.

It was precisely because of that persistence that the day came when Wang Meng entered the Holy Hall.

As he quieted down, Wang Meng also felt a faint sense that something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it. If his Godhood weren’t sealed, nothing would escape his notice. But with most of his power sealed by the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array, he could only make vague predictions.

In the Pure Land, Mingren remained by himself. He seemed accustomed to solitude, but his solitude was not lonely. Instead, it was peaceful, and he always wore a faint smile.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a wisp of black aura shoot up beside him. Mingren caught the fleeting strand of Demonic Qi. It struggled for a moment before disappearing into the air.

Mingren’s smile faded. He frowned and looked up at the sky, which had a dark, oppressive feeling to it.

’Is something about to happen?’

The days that followed were a complete nightmare for the Cultivation Realm. The Elemental Qi in the air was suddenly filled with a tyrannical energy, and a black miasma seeped from the earth. Cultivators found their cultivation impeded, some Demon Cultivators lost control, and many Exotic Beasts underwent Demonization and went berserk. Everything fell into a state of chaos.

Just as everyone thought the end of the world had come, this strange transformation was gradually suppressed.

In the Pure Land, the most elite powerhouses from the older generations of humans, the Demon Race, and the Dragon Race had gathered. They sat cross-legged within the massive Demon Suppression Formation. At the center of the array were Yellow Springs, Tu Mu, and Liao Qingqiu. Surrounding them were reclusive experts from the major Sects, the Five-Element Giant Dragon Kings of the Dragon Race, and the Eight Great Demon Kings of the Demon Race. Only by gathering their full strength could they barely suppress the Demonic Qi. Meanwhile, masters from other races gathered around the perimeter, providing the most effective support to the powerhouses at the center.

This had nothing to do with personal glory; it was about the survival and continuation of their races.

When the nest is overturned, no egg stays unbroken. Everyone had a duty they could not shirk.

Vast Sea smiled. "We may not live to see the outcome of this. But I believe you all can definitely surpass us. What we could achieve in the past, you can still achieve now."

Across from Vast Sea stood five people: Wang Meng, Mingren, Lin Jinghao, Linglong, and Jii Wanli.

These were the future leaders of the Cultivation Realm, jointly acknowledged by the four great powerhouses. As for who would ultimately become the new Master of the Star Alliance, that was not for the elders to decide, but for these five to determine themselves.

For Jii Wanli, this was undoubtedly a comeback from the brink of death. A powerful person doesn’t necessarily make a good leader. Moreover, to ensure the unity of the Extreme Dao Alliance, Jii Wanli’s presence was necessary.

Vast Sea and the others would station themselves in the Pure Land, entering a death seclusion to suppress the Demonic Qi and prevent the Cultivation Realm from collapsing under its influence. However, Demons would still pour out of the Slaughter Space, and the Demon Race hiding behind these Demons would certainly not miss this golden opportunity.

Vast Sea smiled at the five of them, then walked into the Demon Suppression Formation without a hint of hesitation, his gait calm and composed.

He had no lingering attachment to his position at the pinnacle of the Cultivation Realm. This was a state of mind the five youths could not yet comprehend.

But without a doubt, for them, who had been longing for a real battle for so long, the arrival of the Demons was not entirely a bad thing.

In the Slaughter Space, five areas—the five points of the Sealing Demon Pentagram—were where the Demons poured out in concentrated numbers. These were the key points to defend. If not for the combat experience gained over the years, they would have been utterly routed by such an assault. As it was, although the Demons’ offensive was ferocious, they hadn’t expected the Star Alliance to be so well-prepared. Furthermore, the massive amount of Spirit Stones the Star Alliance had accumulated over the years as a war chest now played a crucial role.

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