I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

But they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

Having defeated the sea race before, most people thought they could defeat it again. This idea would inevitably cause these cultivators to suffer a great loss before they would realize the importance of taking this seriously.

As for which side will win, there's no doubt about it; it's almost certain that the human race will win.

Therefore, there is no need to talk about winning or losing. Rather than talking about winning or losing, it is more important to talk about the cost at which the human race will win this war.

The Sea Clan's strength is not weak; the fact that they dared to join forces with the Heavenly Cult to fight back shows that they have the confidence and strength to do so.

Sitting on the swing in the courtyard, Bai Qingyu was slightly lost in thought.

This matter is certain not to end easily, but for some reason, she has a feeling that even if it does end, it won't be so simple, and something unexpected will definitely happen in the end.

Bai Qingyu frowned as her gaze fell on Bai Xiaoya, who was drinking milk tea. For a moment, she suddenly felt that the future was closely related to Bai Xiaoya.

The days passed uneventfully, and before they knew it, the morning was over. Bai Qingyu personally cooked lunch.

No matter how bad the situation outside is, it won't affect her Divine Phoenix Residence. There's no use thinking about it anymore. She might as well think about how to take care of Ji Xuan, the expectant mother.

·

At the same time, on the vast ocean.

Hundreds of figures appeared in the sky above the dense fog area that Bai Qingyu had experienced a few days ago.

With so many people, the scene was eerily quiet; not a single person spoke, all silently watching the calm sea.

The Taoist robes they wore were all different, and the plaques hanging from their waists were also different. Among the hundreds of figures, there were at least thirty different forces, and the auras of these people were all quite powerful, with the weakest having the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Those at the Mahayana and Integration stages are extremely rare, belonging to the very top tier of the pyramid.

However, there were a large number of cultivators who came, more than a hundred. Looking around, there were more than ten cultivators at the Integration stage and four at the Mahayana stage.

The Void Refinement and Spirit Transformation realms are the mainstream, but looking around, there are even more cultivators, not them, but the hundreds or thousands of cultivators on the outer periphery.

To be able to come to the sea, one's cultivation level is definitely key. Without a strong cultivation level, one cannot even fly. One cannot stay in the water and swim forever, can one?

In other words, the weakest of the terrifying number of cultivators on the periphery are at the Golden Core stage, and the rest are at the Nascent Soul stage.

What's even more terrifying is that this number of cultivators is not the limit; many more are still rushing here, and the number is steadily increasing.

Cultivators from sects large and small came, and the number of a thousand people spread out evenly was not much.

To limit this, the powerful figures proposed that they wait a maximum of three days. After three days, cultivators who had not yet arrived would not be allowed to join, and they would not even be allowed to watch.

It was precisely because of this rule that the scene was so quiet.

On the surface, everyone seemed to be in harmony, at least not hostile to each other. However, in reality, people from different sects had long regarded each other as their enemies, or at least as competitors.

The sea kingdom is of paramount importance; whether it's the flow of fortune or the sea eye, it's a treasure trove that must be won over.

Everyone has witnessed how quickly Tianyang Palace has improved since becoming the guardian sect of Daling. It would be a lie to say they aren't envious. While the effect of transforming Hai Kingdom into a completely new nation and dynasty may not be as great as that of Daling, it has at least brought some benefits.

Furthermore, if it were the Sea Eye, then we would truly strike it rich. By directly taking over this sea race, we wouldn't have to worry about our sect's development or our own strength not improving.

The interests of the Sea Kingdom are tempting enough to turn everyone around you into an enemy.

The monks were arrogant in this respect, but they were also clever in some ways.

The current situation is where their wisdom lies. They know that the interests of the Sea Kingdom are great, but they still haven't made a move. They are worried that the strength of the Sea Kingdom and the Sea Clan might be too great. If the Sea Kingdom were really put in front of them, how many people would be able to swallow it up?

Rather than being insatiable and trying to swallow an elephant, it's better to take less benefit and pursue stability.

Otherwise, if you've already risked your life, what's the point of getting so many benefits?

The scene remained quiet. They stood above the Sea Kingdom, unable to see it, but they were fairly certain that the Sea Kingdom was there. What they lacked was an opportunity.

·

"There are so many reckless fools."

Within the sea, Ōtakemaru crossed his arms, squinted at the sky, and could clearly see the thousands of cultivators in the sky from his perspective.

The number of cultivators is steadily increasing. To be honest, without this barrier, Suzuka Mountain alone would not be able to withstand so many cultivators unless they sought help from the Merfolk and other sea creatures.

The ocean is vast, and there are many powerful beings in it, generally the merfolk and the so-called "sea tribes".

The term "sea race" is a general term that includes all sea monsters that are weaker than the merfolk.

There are also subtle differences between Suzuka Mountain and the sea country.

Suzuka Mountain can be called the Sea Kingdom, but the Sea Kingdom is not necessarily Suzuka Mountain, because all sea races except for the Merfolk are members of Suzuka Mountain. Only when the power of Suzuka Mountain is combined with the sea can it be called the Sea Kingdom.

Liu Changsheng appeared, dressed in a long black leather coat, still carrying the Demon Sword on his back as before.

Unlike before, his clothes were much cleaner and tidier, and he looked sharper and more imposing, giving people the illusion that a sharp blade was pressed against his throat just by standing there.

"They've really come. When do we make our move?"

As Changsheng fell, Suzuka Gozen's voice rang out behind him, "No rush, wait a few more days until all their numbers arrive, then stall for time."

Anyway, they're at home and have nothing to worry about. On the contrary, these cultivators outside are flying in the sky every day. Let's see how long they can last. It's good to wear down their patience. Besides, there's still no definite news from the Merfolk.

This operation was simple; it mainly involved splitting the troops into two groups.

The Merfolk and the Heavenly Cult joined forces to launch a surprise attack on the various sects on land that had lost some of their fighting strength. On the other hand, the Sea Kingdom and the Great Sea Demon Clan joined forces to besiege the group of cultivators in the sky.

Liu Changsheng didn't speak, he just nodded. Seeing so many cultivators, he suddenly thought about a question.

Was this great calamity truly caused by the demonic sword behind him and Dongqing's Heavenly Sword?

If that's really the case, then why did Heaven allow the Demon Sword to be born? No matter how powerful a sword is, it can't affect the world itself, because no matter how strong it is, it's only at the Mahayana level. Compared to the world, what's the difference between a Mahayana cultivator and an ant?

It was less about the two swords and more about the group of cultivators.

With so many cultivators and so many powerful individuals, one or two might not reveal much, but what about the overall picture?

The consumption of spiritual energy by so many cultivators in the world is an unimaginable and terrifying number, not to mention a year, but even a day.

It is certain that once the number of powerful cultivators in the world reached a certain point, the world began to struggle to cope.

So what to do? Of course, we should unleash a great calamity to consume all these cultivators.

When cultivators are alive, they basically absorb spiritual energy and rarely release it back. But when they die and their bodies dissipate, all that spiritual energy is returned to heaven and earth.

"There are too many cultivators..."

Chang Sheng muttered to himself, sensing his inner thoughts. The demonic sword trembled slightly and said in a sweet voice that sounded just like Bai Qingyu, "Your idea is completely correct. Although I really don't want to admit it, I have to say that compared to this world, I am indeed not even an ant."

"However, I am a very useful pawn to Heaven and Earth, specifically used to kill those cultivators to reduce the burden on Heaven and Earth."

"Kid, think about it. The existence of cultivators is not just about absorbing spiritual energy."

"Those are all living, breathing people, you know what I mean!"

"Since we are human, we have thoughts, our own ideas, and our own insatiable desires. With desires come wants, and there is not much difference between the two. Desires and wants naturally come from the weak!"

"When the world is unstable, all living beings suffer greatly."

"Essentially, it's because of these perpetually insatiable people that the problem can be solved at its root. The world will be filled with spiritual energy, and all living beings will live in a peaceful and stable world!"

Compared to Bai Qingyu's voice, the Demon Sword's voice sounded more "childish," less gentle and more ethereal and sweet, to the point that its originally evil laughter sounded somewhat pleasant.

"Heh... cough cough, hehehe, we are the side of justice, Changsheng, I will let you know that choosing this demonic sword was the best decision you ever made."

"The other guys are a bunch of hypocritical bastards who harm the common people while looking at us with their pretentious and condescending eyes."

"Kill them all, let them see their hypocrisy!"

Changsheng remained silent until the Demon Sword finished speaking before replying, "It's all fate's arrangement. Even without us, others would have appeared to clear the burden from this world. In fact, we are also within the scope of this burden."

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? Follow me, the Demon Sword, and my fate will be in my own hands, not in the heavens!"

This time, Changsheng truly ignored her and chose to block the demonic sword.

I don't know why, but ever since my aunt and Ji Xuan left, this magic sword has become unusually talkative. It wants to talk to me about everything, even about the pancake vendor on the street.

Suddenly, I started to regret it. I should have said those words to the sword in the first place.

I remember when the Demon Sword bewitched him, he said, "Your voice is too awful." After saying that first sentence, no one wanted to hear the second.

Then the sword transformed its voice into this.

His old, hoarse, gloomy voice was more in line with the identity of the Demon Sword. Now, listening to that "humph" he just let out, you'd think he was a temperamental girl.

He silently left with the demon sword on his back and went to the place where he often practiced his sword to continue practicing.

·

"There are still too many cultivators."

Another month passed, and Bai Qingyu took some time to go out to the market to buy some ingredients.

She didn't even need to ask around to know what had happened recently. What surprised her was that she thought things would quiet down after the cultivators left, but it didn't become much quieter.

It is certain that many cultivators headed towards the sea.

So many cultivators left after so many others left.

At least two thousand went to the sea country, and the remaining number must be far greater than that.

With so many cultivators, it's no wonder Xu Yuanqing is under so much pressure. It's impossible for a mortal to resist cultivators. If there were no restrictions on cultivators targeting mortals, one can only imagine what this world would become.

If the number of cultivators could be reduced by more than half, and the number of powerful individuals could also be reduced by more than half, then this world would certainly be much more friendly to mortals.

On her way home, Bai Qingyu noticed that someone was watching her. The person only glanced at her and left. The person was quite strong, at least at the Integration Stage.

They still have the mind to monitor her at a time like this? They'll know how serious it is when the Heavenly Cult attacks.

"Auntie, what are you looking at?"

Beside me, the girl in the painting spoke with a gentle voice.

This is a scroll depicting flowers and birds. After Bai Qingyu helped it, it was able to take human form and appear from the painting.

Her body was no different from that of a normal human. Apart from her stunning beauty and enviable figure, what was most eye-catching was probably her translucent feet and calves, which startled many people when she came out.

The people of Tongzhou were used to demons but not to ghosts and monsters; when they saw the Flower and Bird Scroll, they thought it was a ghost.

"It's okay, let's go home."

Whatever happens, as long as it doesn't bother her.

Let them fight if they want. This war will accelerate the great calamity, which was originally expected to occur only once every hundred years, but will probably come decades earlier.

In that sense, Bai Xiaoya is also pitiful.

Once she ascends to the throne as empress, she will likely face a world in utter chaos.