I Pick up a Lost Godhood

It started with just a few Small Thousand Realms from around Snow Moon City. But over the years, many cultivators, drawn by its reputation, had come to the Holy Hall. The Holy Hall treated everyone equally; its Skill Techniques and philosophy were public knowledge. Even those who came to the Holy Hall and quickly left were treated the same. This was Xuee Zhongnan’s philosophy—the Holy Hall was made for cultivators, to help every single one find their own path of cultivation. This was completely different from the reasons traditional sects were founded.

They had been deprived of human connection for who knows how long, but they could find it here—a kind of warmth.

It was something every cultivator yearned for on their lonely path of cultivation.

This was especially true for the less powerful sects living at the bottom of the Cultivation Realm. People weren’t afraid of being weak; they were afraid of having no hope.

The Holy Hall was that hope!

Now, someone was trying to extinguish their hope. How could they possibly allow that?

Outside Snow Moon City, corpses littered the ground.

Wang Meng’s ridiculously powerful Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon Age Technique had nearly wiped out the generals of the Demon Race in one fell swoop, but their main army remained. Though it came at a great cost, Snow Moon City was ultimately victorious. They had annihilated the army of Demons that had been besieging the city.

By the end of the battle, even the Demon army, known for its fearlessness in the face of death, had been routed.

It wasn’t that they were incapable of fear. You just had to beat them until they felt it!

You had to be more ruthless than your enemy!

The Holy Hall Disciples were completely blood-crazed!

Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang had vanished from the battlefield, but Xie Tianhua couldn’t be bothered with that now. If they were going to fight, they would fight with everything they had. Once the bow is drawn, the arrow must fly. He wasn’t afraid of death!

For so long, humanity had seemed to fear the Demon Race, but why?

’Are the Demon Race really that strong?’

’Are there really so many of them?’

’The ancient era? To hell with the ancient era! How long ago was that? With so many people in all the Small Thousand Realms, we could bite them all to death if we had to!’

Because he had concentrated his forces, the outlying cities had been conquered by the Demon Race, but Xie Tianhua no longer cared.

’Even if we’re all wiped out, so be it. The future is a matter for the living. As for us, today is enough!’

The cultivators began to assemble. The members of the Holy Hall, now led by Yang Ying, had no intention of stopping. Since the fight had started, anyone unafraid of death—regardless of their cultivation level or sect—could join the Burning Corps for a fight to the death against the Demon Race.

Xie Tianhua was also constantly rallying forces, but even if he added everyone from his Taiyin Sect, would it be enough?

’I know this is just the tip of the iceberg,’ he thought. ’If we really charge in, we’ll be like lambs to the slaughter.’

But sometimes, you had to fight even when you knew you were outmatched. Only by facing certain death could one find a chance to live!

Fan Hong walked in with a strange expression on his face. Xie Tianhua’s heart sank. "What happened?"

Xie Tianhua really couldn’t take another blow right now.

"A lot of people have arrived."

"How many?"

"Go see for yourself. And more are still coming..."

Xie Tianhua rushed to the window. All of Snow Moon City was filled with cultivators. The light of the teleportation formations flashed without pause as group after group of cultivators poured out, all wearing different, multicolored attire.

Fan Hong’s eyes blazed. "Old Xie, let’s take out everything we own and distribute it. It’s time to go all-in against those demon bastards!"

Xie Tianhua gritted his teeth. "First, we take back our territory!"

"Alright!"

The order was passed down, and the cultivator army pressed endlessly toward Ironblood City. The city had fallen because its cultivators had been concentrated at the main city.

A Demon General had already sent the news back to the heart of the Demon Race.

"Your foresight is unparalleled, Master. You tore through the Burning Castle’s defensive line with ease!"

Tu Xin said with immense admiration.

Chi Ying, however, couldn’t feel the slightest bit of happiness. Her main army had been completely annihilated. It was simply unimaginable. Even if Burning Castle had concentrated all of its forces, it shouldn’t have been enough.

But the truth was right in front of her. This was not something Chi Ying had anticipated. Human forces weren’t strong enough, nor did they have the courage for something like this!

’What in the world happened?’

Hu Jing’s final attack had been useless; no matter how powerful it was, it couldn’t hit a shadow.

Chi Ying’s strategy had been a complete success. Although she still couldn’t figure out what exactly had happened to her army, the Star Alliance had also paid a heavy price. The Burning Castle must be empty, the "arrowhead" city had been taken, and their forward posts were all destroyed. Now was the time for the main demon army to attack.

"Congratulations, dear sister. That was truly an extraordinary move. What should be our next step?"

Chi Qing had arrived. Although her face was wreathed in smiles, she couldn’t hide the jealousy in her eyes.

’How did Chi Ying manage to seize an opportunity like this!’

"Let’s wait and see," Chi Ying said coolly.

"’Wait and see?’" Chi Qing laughed. "Are you joking, sister? My army is already assembled. Tomorrow, I will take the Burning Castle in a single stroke. Don’t worry, I’ll give you half the credit!"

Chi Ying’s army had suffered disastrous losses, and now Chi Qing was swooping in to reap the rewards.

’Chi Ying prides herself on her peerless intellect and endless schemes, but what does it matter in the end? All I, Chi Qing, had to do was wait for my opportunity. Sure, Chi Ying made a great contribution, but if I’m the one to take the Burning Castle, I’ll get the lion’s share of the glory!’

"Sister, something about this isn’t right. I think we should be more cautious. The humans..."

"Fifth Sister, that’s where you’re wrong. If we give up such a perfect opportunity, the Celestial Demon will punish us!"

Chi Qing said coldly. ’What a joke. There’s never been an opportunity this good. I give her a little face, and she really starts thinking she’s the Demon Lord.’

"No, that’s not it, Sister! I feel like something is off!"

"Enough of this nonsense. Opportunity knocks but once. Your troops shouldn’t sit idle, either. Join me in the attack tomorrow!"

With that, Chi Qing turned and left, leaving behind only the sight of her curvaceous back.

"Master, what are you worried about?" Tu Xin asked, not understanding.

Just then, Tu Gu walked in. "Master, your suspicions were correct. Wang Meng made his move. There was one survivor who was blasted away by the force and barely escaped with his life. He said Wang Meng killed seventeen Demon Generals, nearly a hundred members of the Demon Race, and several thousand Demons."

Tu Xin snorted. "Tu Gu, are you out of your mind? Did you think a Demon God had descended upon the world or something?"

Tu Gu shot Tu Xin a look. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Chi Ying’s heart lurched. "Are you certain?"

"Yes. I went to the site myself. I even searched the memories of a few Demons..."

The memory was clearly still fresh for Tu Gu. ’What terrifying power...’

"Hmph. If he were that strong, why would he wait until now? He could have wiped us all out by himself," Tu Xin said.

Tu Xin’s words left Tu Gu speechless.

Chi Ying stood up, tracing circles in the air with a slender, pale finger. ’It’s obvious that Wang Meng is powerful, but an attack like that must have side effects. And he probably can’t use it many times. In other words, even though our losses were heavy, we still have an opportunity.’

"Deploy the Shadow Demons! I want Wang Meng killed at any cost!"

Chi Ying’s decision was swift and absolute.

"The Shadow Demons? Isn’t that a bit of an overreaction?"

They were the strongest force the Demon Lord had left Chi Ying, and she was going to use them here.

The Shadow Demons were on par with Giant Dragons, and they were impossibly elusive. To deploy all of them...

"Once Wang Meng is dead, this war is ours!"

Chi Ying suddenly felt that, while it was a risk, this was how victories were won.

In the desolate wilderness now occupied by the Demon Race, two figures stood.

Several black, talisman-like markings had appeared on Wang Meng’s face, resembling a curse.

He was starting to fall into a demonic state. This wasn’t the nature of the Demon Race, but a Demon Attribute born from human cultivation. Perhaps because his very existence defied the heavens, the influence of Demonic Qi on him was immense. And now, Wang Meng no longer wanted to suppress it.

’So what if I undergo Demon Transformation!’

"Fatty, if I lose control, you have to stop me."

Wang Meng didn’t want to become the world’s most terrifying Demon.

’Little Jing, we’re going to avenge you!’

Between heaven and earth, only two figures remained—one tall, one stout... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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