Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

As the discussion was about to end, many people turned their gazes to Wan Jianyi, hesitant to speak.

Finally, the Ancient Dragon Emperor of the Void broke his silence.

This ancient being, who has lived for countless millennia, has now taken human form, dressed in a purple robe, with a majestic face.

He looked at Wan Jianyi, his dragon eyes filled with anticipation: "Elder Wan, I wonder when Master Xuan will arrive?"

With him in charge, we feel at ease.

After all… that nascent Golden Immortal-level Taotie is ultimately a hidden danger.

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Wan Jianyi.

In the past month, Wan Jianyi had sent three messages to Dao Xuan, but all of them went unanswered.

The energy fluctuations in the forbidden area behind the mountain are becoming increasingly terrifying.

But he knew that his senior brother, the sect leader, was at the most critical moment and could not be disturbed.

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wan Jianyi remained unmoved, instead revealing a confident smile, his voice steady and powerful:

"Please rest assured, our sect leader will soon join us."

That will be the time of the final battle.

He spoke with such certainty, as if he had seen and heard it with his own eyes and ears.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt reassured.

With Dao Xuan Zhenren here, and with that supreme treasure being refined, this battle—victory is assured!

The next day, the sun rose.

The army of fifty million men surged like an iron torrent, led by more than eight hundred celestial immortals.

They stood solemnly arrayed beneath the blood-red sky.

"Set off!"

The army set off, slowly advancing into the depths of the crimson continent to the east.

Beneath the blood-red sky, the battle on the new continent has continued for more than twenty days.

A steel torrent composed of tens of millions of cultivators advanced from west to east.

They forcibly tore a bloody corridor through this land occupied by the Taotie.

Various forces intertwine to form a web of death, and every moment thousands upon thousands of Taotie monsters fall.

However, those mountains of corpses would quickly dry up and turn to ashes during lulls in the fighting.

The essence of flesh and blood, like rivers flowing into the sea, drifted towards the depths of the East.

It felt as if we were being swallowed up by an invisible giant maw.

"here we go again!"

An elder from Tianyong City swung his sword and shattered three Taotie beasts.

Watching the monster's corpse that had just fallen not far away visibly shrivel up.

His face was grim. "These beasts... they don't even spare the corpses of their own kind!"

"Not just our own kind," the Shu Mountain swordsman beside him gritted his teeth, "but also our brothers who died in battle..."

This is the most brutal war.

The more you kill, the stronger your enemies become.

Because every corpse, whether it belongs to the Taotie or to one's own side, will become nourishment for the other side's growth.

At the front-line command post, powerful figures such as Gu Yuan, Hun Tiandi, Chonglou, and Donghua Dijun gathered.

"They've already advanced to the central part of the continent."

Gu Yuan looked at the topographical map floating in mid-air with a solemn expression.

"But the losses... exceed three million."

Three million cultivators were left on this land forever.

Among them were elite disciples from various sects and schools, and even some celestial immortals who had perished.

"The most troublesome thing is morale," the Soul Emperor said in a deep voice.

After more than twenty days of continuous fighting, everyone has become numb.

I've heard many disciples say privately... "They're so tired of killing people."

Chonglou sneered: "Go easy on me? Then die. War is never a dinner party."

"You make it sound so easy, Demon Lord," Emperor Donghua shook his head.

"But an army can lose its commander, but not its morale. If morale collapses completely, even the most elite army will be routed."

Everyone fell silent.

Indeed, the progress over the past twenty-odd days may seem smooth, but in reality, every step has been fraught with danger and bloodshed.

What's most depressing is the feeling of "never being able to kill them all"—no matter how many you kill.

There are always more gluttons surging ahead, seemingly endless.

"Uncle-Master," a young disciple of the Qingyun Sect approached Cangsong outside the tent, his voice weary.

"I always felt that something was wrong."

These gluttonous creatures... seem to be consciously leading us deeper.

Cangsong patted him on the shoulder:

"Even if it's wrong, we have no choice but to keep fighting. Don't worry, our sect leader will be out of seclusion soon."

Not far away, another Lu Xueqi was wiping her blood-stained longsword.

Zhao Ling'er, standing beside her, asked in a low voice, "Senior Sister, when do you think Master will arrive?"

"It should be soon."

Lu Xueqi looked towards the western horizon, her eyes filled with determination, "My senior uncle never breaks his promise."

Such conversations could be heard all over the front lines.

The name of Dao Xuan Zhenren has become the last pillar in the hearts of this weary army.

Another two weeks of bloody progress.

On this day, when the Alliance army reached the east coast of the New World, everyone was stunned.

Ahead lay a vast expanse of sea, with waves crashing against the blood-red sand.

Behind them lay the continent they had forcibly carved through—from west to east, corpses paved the way, and blood stained the mountains and rivers.

Taotie... is gone.

As far as the eye could see, along the coastline for thousands of miles, not a single monster could be seen.

"What happened?" Gu Yuan frowned. "Could it be... that we killed them all?"

"Impossible," the Soul Emperor shook his head. "Based on the previous numbers, there are at least several hundred million Taotie still alive."

They must have hidden somewhere.

Wan Jianyi ascended into the sky on his sword, his divine sense spreading out like a net. A moment later, his expression changed slightly:

"Three hundred miles to the southeast, there are strong energy fluctuations... and... signs of spatial distortion."

The group exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

"Keep pushing!" Gu Yuan gritted his teeth. "No matter what tricks they try, we must settle this today!"

Tens of millions of troops changed direction and pressed towards the southeast coastline.

Ten days later, the army arrived at a strange region.

The ground here is dark red, as if it has been soaked in blood for thousands of years.

The air was filled with a nauseating, sweet-smelling odor.

Faintly, you can hear gurgling sounds coming from underground, like something sucking or chewing.

What's most unsettling is the view ahead.

A towering black barrier, thousands of feet high, stands on the seashore.

Thick black liquid flowed across the surface of the barrier, within which countless twisted faces struggled and wailed.

There were humans, demons, and monsters... those were the lingering resentment of beings that had been devoured.

Behind the barrier, the densely packed figures of Taotie could be vaguely seen.

The sheer number of them far exceeded that of any previous battle.

"As expected, it's here." The Ancient Dragon Emperor of the Void transformed into human form, golden light flashing in his dragon eyes.

"And... what are they protecting?"

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!

"boom--!"

A terrifying aura surged up from the depths of the barrier!

The aura was so powerful that it caused the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to tremble, the earth to crack, and the sea to surge backward!

Then came the second share, the third share, the tenth share... and the hundredth share!

In just a few breaths, more than eight hundred celestial-level auras erupted simultaneously!

Each dish was as solid as a substance, and each dish contained overwhelming ferocity and hunger!

"How...how is this possible?!"