I Pick up a Lost Godhood

"It’s best not to act rashly right now. If we can think of this, the Demon Race certainly can too. If we move out now, they’ll likely be waiting to ambush us!"

"That makes sense. For long-distance teleportation, if the Demon Race figures out our destination, they could easily intercept us. We can’t rush this. Let’s get some reliable intel first."

The cost of teleportation was also immense, especially for a large-scale transport. This wasn’t like taking a stroll, where you could just pop over and come back if nothing was happening. They had to be cautious. Most importantly, they had no clear picture of the current situation at the Burning Castle.

"I should go first to scout things out. It’s safer to make a decision once we know what’s going on."

Yue Shan said.

"That works. Dangtian, you go with Yue Shan. Be careful."

"Alright!"

Dangtian nodded.

Lin Jinghao and Bu Qingyun, on the other hand, had to prepare for the worst. What would they do if the Burning Castle was breached?

The only forces they could mobilize now had to come from the Cultivation Academies and the Small Thousand Realms. But after three years of war, everyone had already committed most of their strength. How much potential was even left?

Linglong had also received the news. Celestial Dragon and Purple Dragon clearly hadn’t expected this situation to arise. In a way, it was their failure; they hadn’t managed to pin down the Demon Race’s forces.

"Princess, what should we do? Should we put more pressure on the Demon Race so they won’t dare to redeploy their troops?" Purple Dragon asked.

"The number of Demons on our front hasn’t decreased. They must have sent reinforcements. Besides, the Demon Race has no intention of attacking our castle. They just want to take us down with them. Our mission is to hold this castle and prevent the Demons from breaking through on our side. Everything else is up to the humans."

Celestial Dragon said. As a member of the Dragon Race, he naturally had to consider their interests first. Their mission was already complete.

Linglong stood up. "I want firsthand intelligence on the Burning Castle. Purple Dragon, you will go!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Linglong’s expression was as calm as still water as she fell into thought. Before he left, her father had told her that Wang Meng could change the destiny of the Dragon Race. Linglong naturally trusted Tu Mu’s judgment, which was why the Dragon Race had joined a war they otherwise wouldn’t have needed to. But reality was laid bare before her now. Hu Jing’s death had clearly enraged Wang Meng. Although the intelligence hadn’t been verified, knowing the personalities of Wang Meng and the Holy Hall Beings, it was highly likely they would do something like this.

She was the princess of the Dragon Race, their future Empress. She had to consider what was best for her people.

’What should I do?’

Linglong needed to know the real situation to make a judgment.

’Who could have predicted the war would turn out this way?’

’Father, what exactly was the opportunity you spoke of?’

The Saint Demon Castle. Of the Five Great Castles, it was the one that gave the Demon Race the biggest headache. The Demon Race forces stationed there were numerous and fought with no fear of death. Crucially, their leader Mingren was an unpredictable madman who never played by the rules.

Humans might still care about life and death, but the problem was, Mingren didn’t care about the lives of his own Demon Race soldiers, and that pack of idiots didn’t care about their own lives either. They just blindly followed Mingren’s orders. And just like that, they were beating the other Demon Race legions into utter misery.

It also gave the Great Demon King Chi Zhu a massive headache.

Inside the Saint Demon Hall, Ji Guang stormed in, furious and exasperated.

"Stupid! So stupid! Wang Meng is such a bastard, causing trouble at a critical time like this!"

Mingren put down the battle report in his hands and smiled faintly. It seemed no matter what happened, he could maintain his good mood. Some said that those with the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body were simply heartless. Perhaps it was true. The survival of the Star Alliance, the survival of the Demon Race, even his own life and death—nothing seemed to matter to Mingren.

But it was precisely this kind of person who was also incomparably powerful.

Ji Guang relayed the new intelligence to Mingren. "So what if one person died? People have been dying every day since the war started! His impulsive act has made decades of our preparations go down the drain. He deserves to die!"

A flash of light suddenly glinted in Mingren’s eyes. Ji Guang staggered back, his face instantly turning pale, and he quickly lowered his head.

Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment, standing to the side, remained silent. Sometimes, they also felt that Ji Guang talked too much nonsense, but he was their elder, after all.

Mingren’s status within the Demon Race wasn’t just due to Liao Qingqiu’s orders. His physical transformation meant he could no longer be considered human. More importantly, his terrifying power had already conquered the Demon Race; no one knew just how terrifying Mingren truly was.

Mingren stood up. "Wang Meng, Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang... that kind of relationship no longer exists in the Cultivation Realm. It’s a mortal thing. Chi Ying may have just made the biggest mistake of all. Our chance has come."

"Your Highness, are you saying that Wang Meng might create an opening for us?"

Mengg Lord asked.

Mingren chuckled and held up two fingers. "First, if Wang Meng were that easy to kill, I would have gotten rid of him long ago. Second, for years, the only thing the various Small Thousand Realms have remembered is the spirit of the Holy Hall. No matter how many victories we achieve, it’s taken for granted. But the Burning Castle has held on with the weakest of forces. Some things only erupt in times of greatest crisis. It was like that back then, and it’s no different now. Therefore, the Burning Castle is not so fragile. This... is human nature. Something you... don’t understand."

Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment truly didn’t understand. To this day, they still didn’t know what the relationship between Mingren and Wang Meng really was. Sometimes they seemed to get along well, yet Mingren always seemed to have the goal of killing Wang Meng. But every killing has a purpose. What was Mingren’s purpose?

Wang Meng and Mingren were both legends who had come from the Holy Hall. It was said they used to have a good relationship. How did it come to this?

Of course, Wang Meng, Hu Jing, and Zhang Xiaojiang coming from the mortal world was a legend within a legend. In the Cultivation Realm, nothing was real besides power. But the three of them showed all Cultivators that even in the Cultivation Realm, you could still have brothers.

This didn’t hinder their Cultivation; they, and by extension the Holy Hall, had proven that.

"All for one, and one for all." It seemed like an utterly unbelievable concept, yet it happened at the Holy Hall and influenced those around them. To this day, some might not be able to live up to it, but they still admired it in their hearts.

Some had achieved it.

And they were powerful!

Even though Mingren had said all this, Ji Guang and the others were still confused. They were not human, so they could not understand.

The Demon Race’s inner ranks were filled with masters as numerous as the clouds, and the Five Great Demon Kings possessed inconceivable power. So far, the sieges had all been carried out by Demons, while the main forces of the Demon Race had suffered almost no losses.

’Could Wang Meng make it back alive?’

’Or maybe he never intended to.’

"Was Chi Ying injured?" Mingren asked.

"Reportedly... no."

The Taiyin Sect mobilized in full force, with every disciple who had any combat ability heading to the Great Yuan Realm. The Cultivators from the Holy Hall Faction of the Cultivation Academies also mobilized completely.

The Four Directions Small Thousand World, the Tide Small Thousand Realm, the Celestial Rainbow Sect—many Sects began to mobilize their entire ranks.

"Did you hear? Two major Demon Race armies are about to attack the Burning Castle! The castle is in danger!"

"I heard the Holy Hall Beings have gone deep into Demon Race territory!"

"The Demon Race is attacking the Burning Castle with tens of times their numbers!"

"The other fronts are strained. There are no forces available to reinforce the Burning Castle."

"All the Holy Hall Disciples have been deployed, even those at the Tenth Layer of Life Mark."

"Fuck, what are we still doing here? Damn it, they’re not even fighting for themselves!"

"I’m going back to my guild to rally people! Shit, the worst that can happen is a scar the size of a bowl on my neck after my head gets lopped off. We can’t let the Demon Race look down on us!"

"Get as many as we can! Go back and call for people! In the entire Star Alliance, the Holy Hall is the only one with any humanity left. I didn’t believe it before, but I do now. If this is being impulsive, then let’s be impulsive for once!"

Hu Jing died in battle, and the Holy Hall Beings flew into a rage for their fallen comrade. Life and death are decided by fate, but brothers can’t just sit by and watch!

"My blood has been cold for so many years! This is what it means to be alive, damn it! Let’s fight the Demon Race to the death!"

"Go back and get people! Every last one counts! I refuse to believe it! The Demon Race has numbers? Well, we have a hell of a lot more!"

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