ebonymovies Chapter 1143 Opportunity
Chapter 1143 Opportunity
"In my opinion, Fellow Daoist Wu Yuanzi's words are inappropriate."
At the core of the grand formation, beneath the World-Destroying Warship, in a secluded dwelling, the Prince of Jingjiang stared at the old Taoist priest opposite him and slowly spoke.
Master Fu, Chongyangzi, and Daoist Zhang sat to one side. In this small hall, five Mahayana cultivators from the Spirit Realm had gathered.
Wu Yuanzi was still wearing that tattered Taoist robe, his eyes slightly closed, looking drowsy: "What makes you say that, Fellow Daoist Jingjiang?"
The Prince of Jingjiang said firmly, "Although there are only four of us, we are not without a chance of winning."
"Fellow Daoist Fu is holding the Myriad Stars Disc, and Fellow Daoist Zhang has accumulated profound knowledge. Since neither of them has ever fought against a Great Sage of the Burning Demon Realm, they can take advantage of the situation to seek victory."
"If we follow your advice and remain on the sidelines, sending only our own cultivators and alien races to fight, how can the Burning Demon Realm possibly withstand the combined might of a million troops from the five great holy domains?"
"Moreover, this battle concerns the ownership of the spatial rift. If our Spirit Realm wins, we can open the thirty-eighth passage to the Demon Burning Realm."
"From this point on, the balance of power on Tyrant Turtle Island will be broken. This is the first step in destroying the Burning Demon Realm. We cannot afford to make the slightest mistake. How can we entrust the outcome to our disciples!"
Wu Yuanzi slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Zhang Daoren and Chongyangzi: "Do you two fellow Daoists also think so?"
Zhang Daoren smiled and bowed, saying, "I am here only to lend my assistance. The specifics of how this battle will proceed are entirely up to you fellow Daoists. I dare not interfere."
Chongyangzi also bowed to Wuyuanzi: "I think Fellow Daoist Jingjiang is right. This battle is of great importance and cannot be decided by juniors unless there is other help."
The two men, like Wu Yuanzi, were Taoist cultivators, also dressed in Taoist robes, but their robes were much cleaner and spotless than Wu Yuanzi's, gleaming with a subtle light. They were robes comparable to spiritual treasures, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, clearly the work of enlightened masters.
However, in front of Wu Yuanzi, Zhang Daoren and Chongyangzi were extremely respectful, as if they were juniors.
Wu Yuanzi stroked his goatee and pointed at Master Fu: "This is not my original intention, but Master Fu's idea. If you two have any questions, you can ask Master Fu for clarification."
The Prince of Jingjiang frowned and looked at Master Fu: "Was this suggestion really put forward by you, fellow Daoist?"
Chongyangzi and Zhang Daoren also looked over, their eyes revealing an inquiring look.
Master Fu sat there, his figure appearing somewhat thin beneath his blue robe, and nodded slightly: "Not bad."
Jingjiang King Su Lai spoke frankly, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you know that the strength of our cultivators is insufficient and they are no match for the demon race, so why do you still choose to stand by and watch?"
A hint of displeasure flashed in Chongyangzi's eyes as he said indifferently, "I have long heard that when Fellow Daoist Fu attained Dao, the celestial phenomena were magnificent, and later he sparred with Fellow Daoist Yuqingzi on the Cloud Seal Floating Land, with neither side gaining the upper hand. He was almost ready to transform into a Daoist. Could it be that you are afraid of those five Great Sages?"
Master Fu smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoists, please do not worry, I have my own way of dealing with this."
The Prince of Jingjiang said, "Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Fu."
Master Fu raised his sleeve and flicked it, scattering a burst of clear light: "Fellow Daoists, please look..."
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Tens of thousands of miles away from the Spirit Realm Array, a sea of demonic beasts covered the land, causing chaos and disorder. All sorts of strange and ferocious beasts, insects, and birds gathered together, and demonic energy filled the sky and blocked out the sun.
Only when the demon generals, transformed into human form, patrolled the area could they barely suppress the restlessness of the million-strong demon army. At the same temporary encampment, the spirit realm cultivators had set up a grand formation and prepared large tents woven from the pelts of hundreds of thousands of demon beasts. Although somewhat rudimentary, these tents allowed the cultivator army to rest and recuperate in peace.
However, the demon race will not consider the low-level demon beasts that have not yet taken human form, nor do they need to. Once the great war breaks out, only three or four out of ten of these low-level demon beasts will survive.
Only in the most brutal battles can true power be born; this is a law that the demon race has always believed in.
In order to reduce internal strife, the pure law of the jungle no longer exists in the Burning Demon Realm.
But on Turtle Island, low-level demonic beasts can only risk their lives for a chance to transform into human form.
However, the high-ranking demon generals, demon kings, and demon saints do not have to endure the chaos and crowds like the low-ranking demon beasts.
They each used their unique abilities to command their human slaves and demon beasts to build simple palaces and pavilions from giant stones and mud, thus enjoying a moment of peace.
The Demon Saint even brought out an elegant residence and set up an array, so that no demon beast dared to approach within a radius of ten thousand feet, just like his cave in the Holy City.
The Demon Realm greatly admires the things and artifacts of the Spirit Realm. Magical treasures crafted by cultivators of the Spirit Realm are especially sought after in the Demon Realm, and the higher the grade, the more sought after they are.
The spiritual materials used in the hermitage are rare and the refining methods are complex, making it convenient for traveling. However, it is not a magical artifact with extremely strict control, such as a mechanical giant or a flying boat. The demon saints of the Burning Demon Realm bought them from the Spirit Realm through various means, and almost everyone had one. Now it came in handy.
Inside one of the secluded chambers, the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint and the Blood Tooth Demon Saint sat facing each other, with several jars of spirit wine placed between them, their rich aroma filling the air.
If a demon general were here, there would be no need to drink the spirit wine; just a sniff of it would put one into a deep sleep in no time.
The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint picked up his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and his expression turned slightly gloomy: "This spatial rift appeared too quickly. It was so hard to find out Chen Yuan's background, but we didn't have a chance to take his life. It's really hateful."
Bloodtooth Demon Saint also drank a cup of spiritual wine and sighed, "The decisive battle will be in thirteen days. I don't know what the five Great Saints were thinking. They actually made us demon saints lead our armies to fight against the cultivators of the spirit realm, while they stood by and watched."
"Although my Demon Burning Realm has gathered a million troops from the five Holy Domains, the cultivators of the Spirit Realm possess powerful magic weapons and have set up a massive array. Without the assistance of a Great Sage, this battle will certainly not be easy."
The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's eyes also revealed a hint of solemnity: "In the previous chaotic battle, five Demon Saints died, and Fellow Daoist Yan Yun also unfortunately perished. This time, we must spare no effort to reclaim the spatial rift, and the casualties will only be greater."
"The World-Destroying Warships of Liexiao City and Bachu City are not just for show. Even without Mahayana cultivators to oversee them, the power of the World-Destroying Warships will be reduced by at least 50%, but they are still supreme treasures for killing. At least 100,000 demon beasts' lives will be sacrificed for them. The five Great Saints are willing to do so."
Although the two did not serve the same Great Sage, their friendship had grown stronger after all the events in the Xuanli Realm. Now, in this quiet room, they had no worries about being spied on, so they were able to vent their dissatisfaction.
Bloodtooth Demon Saint felt as if his heart was being torn apart when he thought of the demon kings under his command who had suffered more than half of their casualties. He slammed his wine cup heavily on the table and said, "Although this battle is dangerous, it may also be an opportunity for us."
“Once the great battle begins, chaos is inevitable. We should keep a close eye on Chen Yuan’s whereabouts.”
"Although Fellow Daoists Diming and Qiyu have stated that they will not take action, the two of us are capable of capturing Chen Yuan."
"As a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, he could not remain with Yuan Qihe and Wei Wushang in such a chaotic battle."
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint recalled the treasures he had taken out when he asked the two Demon Saints to help him, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes: "There is no other way. Although they promised to help us deal with Chen Yuan after this battle, who knows whether Chen Yuan will still stay on Tyrant Turtle Island after the great battle."
"This battle is our last chance; we absolutely cannot let this person return to the Spirit Realm alive!" (End of Chapter)