Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

"Pfft!"

The troll's massive body was split in two!

Black blood gushed out like a waterfall.

But more celestial gluttons surrounded them—three bone dragons, two fire lords, and five thousand-eyed evil spiders…

Thirteen celestial-level monsters surrounded Chonglou!

"Well done!" Chonglou laughed wildly, his demonic energy soaring to the heavens. "That's more like it!"

On the other side, the sword energy of Wan Jian Yi Jian was unstoppable and invincible.

With each swing of the sword, dozens of Taotie beasts turned into a bloody mist.

He was surrounded by powerful figures from across the land, including Dugu Yuyun of Shushan, Ziyin Zhenren of Tianyong City, and Shangguan Ce of Fenxiang Valley.

Sword light, talismans, and magical artifacts intertwined to form a web of death, tearing a gap in the monster horde.

Fang Yuan was covered in blood, and three of the spears in his hands were broken.

He burned his life essence and pierced the head of a celestial Taotie with a single spear thrust.

He was then pierced through the chest by the sharp claws of another Taotie.

"Fellow Daoist Fang!" Wan Jian rushed over and cut the Taotie in half with a single sword strike.

Fang Yuan staggered backward, coughing up blood, but grinned:

"This feels so good! These past ten years of hiding and barely surviving... I've never felt this good before!"

"Fellow Daoist Wan, if we win this battle, I'll treat you to a drink!"

"Alright!" Wan Jian nodded emphatically and turned to fight again.

The battle lasted for a full six hours.

They fought from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to moonrise.

The earth had been stained dark red, and corpses were piled up like mountains.

There are gluttonous creatures, as well as humans, demons, monsters, and other races.

Of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who participated in the war, tens of thousands have been left behind on this land forever.

Finally, the gluttonous tide receded once again.

But this time, all the powerful figures had solemn expressions.

Because they saw that the mountains of corpses were shriveling up at a visible rate!

The essence of flesh and blood transformed into wisps of blood mist, flowing like rivers into the sea, drifting towards the depths of the east!

"They're collecting corpses!" Soul Emperor's pupils contracted.

"It's not just recycling," Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, his voice filled with despair, "they're using these corpses... to create stronger versions of themselves!"

Every major battle is a feast for them!

The more we kill, the stronger they become!

Without saying a word, Gu Yuan struck the mountain of corpses with his palm, his fighting spirit surging wildly, intending to completely annihilate the bodies.

Other powerful individuals also joined in, unleashing various forces upon the pile of corpses.

Those corpses must be burned to ashes, leaving no trace.

But the Taotie's corpse disappeared even faster!

It was as if an invisible maw was sucking them up frantically, and the corpses quickly dried up and weathered away, until not even bones remained.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the battlefield was completely cleaned up.

It was as if there had never been a battle; only the thick, lingering smell of blood in the air testified to the brutality that had just transpired.

"Too fast..." Wan Jianyi's face was grim, and his hand holding the Zhuxian Sword trembled slightly.

"At this rate, the more we kill, the stronger they become! This is a dead end!"

"We can't just passively defend like this," the Soul Emperor said coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"We must find their lair, strike at their heart, and destroy their core in one fell swoop!"

Otherwise, we'll be worn down and die!

"The lair is deep in the east," Fang Yuan pointed in the direction the blood mist was drifting.

"But there... we never came back alive."

All the reconnaissance teams sent out have disappeared.

The only thing known is that there is an aura there that is terrifying beyond imagination, perhaps...

It is a nascent Golden Immortal-level Taotie.

The tent fell into dead silence.

A Golden Immortal-level Taotie... what does that even mean?

All the people present combined probably wouldn't be enough to kill a single Golden Immortal.

"If we launch an attack, what will happen to the defense?" A wandering immortal from Xianzhou frowned.

"The Taotie beasts are swarming in from all directions, and we simply cannot hold such a long battle line."

Once the main force penetrates deep into enemy territory and the rear is breached, the entire army will be annihilated.

Gu Yuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "What if... all the forces on both continents mobilized?"

"All out in force?" Emperor Donghua frowned slightly. "What about the people back home..."

"There's no support now," Chonglou wiped the black blood from his knife, his scarlet pupils flashing with a mad yet lucid light.

"Either kill them all here, or wait for them to eat us all."

Those common people... if we lose, they will die sooner or later anyway.

Another silence followed.

After a long silence, Wan Jian finally spoke: "Our sect leader is already devising a plan. He has issued a proclamation to the world, calling on all forces to join the war. Moreover..."

He looked at the crowd, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness:

"Senior Brother Sect Leader is currently forging a supreme treasure capable of turning the tide of battle. Once completed, even a Golden Immortal... will be able to fight against it."

The powerful figures of the new world exchanged glances, each seeing shock and anticipation in the other's eyes.

During this time, they had heard too many legends about that "Dao Xuan Zhenren".

He ranked third on the Celestial Immortal Stele, suppressed the Demon Lord with a single palm strike, and was recognized as the number one person in the world.

If what Wan Jianyi said is true, then Dao Xuan Zhenren might... truly be able to create a miracle?

For the next month, the fighting entered a strange period of calm.

The Taotie did not launch a large-scale attack, but only occasionally sent small groups of monsters to harass and probe.

Meanwhile, forces from all over the land, the Dou Qi Continent, and the four seas and eight wastelands are frantically gathering.

The next day, the nine Demon Kings of the Demon Clan led a million demon soldiers to the front line.

These demon soldiers are all fearless and brimming with demonic energy, representing the accumulated resources of the demon realm over thousands of years.

On the third day, the Ancient Dragon Emperor of the Void broke through the sky and roared, shaking heaven and earth.

Under his call, the Warcraft race finally united and took action.

Millions of monsters marched to the front lines, including many beast kings of the Earth Immortal and Celestial Immortal levels.

On the fifth day, three thousand wandering immortals from the Immortal Continent arrived together.

Although they dislike fighting, none of them backed down when faced with a greater cause.

It brought with it the "Purification Immortal Array" unique to the Immortal Continent, which has a strong restraining effect on the Taotie.

On the seventh day, 300,000 heavenly soldiers from all corners of the world arrived and set up a defensive array covering a thousand miles.

On the tenth day, the elite forces of the eight ancient clans of the Dou Qi Continent were all deployed, with thousands of Dou Sheng and tens of thousands of Dou Zun arrayed in formation, their momentum overwhelming.

On the fifteenth day, reinforcements from various factions across the land arrived one after another, bringing the total number of cultivators on the front lines to over ten million.

On the twentieth day, the ghost realm also sent reinforcements—100,000 ghost soldiers, personally led by Yama, the King of Ghosts.

The Ghost King only said one sentence: "If Taotie wins, all six realms will perish."

Even though I am in the Netherworld, I am not immune to its cruelty.

At this point, almost all the combat forces of the two worlds have gathered here.

A month later, the number of troops stationed on the front line had reached a staggering fifty million!

Among them are over 800 Celestial Immortals, over 10,000 Earth Immortals, and countless Taiqing and Douzun level experts.

The camps stretched for thousands of miles, their banners obscuring the sky and sun.

On the eve of the decisive battle, more than 300 leaders of various forces gathered once again in the central command tent.

The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy, but no one showed any fear.

We've worked side-by-side for a month now.

A wondrous trust and tacit understanding has been established among the powerful individuals from different worlds and races.