Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 905 554: Emergence (Part 2)

"They, ah, are the legendary monks, a group of sages who have rendered great service to our Human Race."

"However, because they lost their holand, they chose to make the four seas their ho..."

Guyue Longgui sighed wistfully.

For so reason, he recalled the destiny of the two races.

Xuan Guangqiao!

Shang Yaoqin!

When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

The collapse of the Western Desert of the Divine Continent signifies the gateway is wide open.

After recuperating, the Demon Clan can freely traverse the Human Domain, leisurely choosing their targets for assault.

And once the Southern Border of the Divine Continent and other Human Domains also fall, what will beco of these ordinary mortals of the Human Race?

After all, this is the Martial World, a realm of transcendent great power, and the conflict between races now touches upon the interests of every individual.

...

"Wu Dao, do you think The Destiny of Great Dreams can really turn the tide once it erges?"

At the summit of the Northern Region's snowy mountains, Bai Qingxu, clad in a snow robe, gazed at the distant sky, his tone hesitant.

If soone had told Bai Qingxu, before Xuan Guangqiao achieved Tao, that the Demon Clan would overwhelm the Human Race,

and even that the Demon Clan could seize the Western Desert of the Divine Continent, he, as a Longevity Sky Walker, would have given that person a good punch to teach them a lesson.

But now, after the defeat in attacking the Endless Sea Area and the setback in defending the Western Desert of the Divine Continent, Bai Qingxu began to doubt himself.

Especially on that day, when facing the True Body of the World Devouring Demon Lord, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters bloodline within him trembled, advising him to avoid its sharp edge, which made him even more insecure.

"It can! It absolutely can!"

"Shang Yaoqin erged from the bloodshed among the nine Great Dream Seeds and is the destiny of Dragon Sun Emperor's Child, who erged with the entire Eastern Wilderness of the Divine Continent as a great sacrifice."

"Xuan Guangqiao is certainly fierce, but Shang Yaoqin will definitely be fiercer than him at the sa level!"

Wu Changlong said coldly, and the Dragon Horse under him snorted two long streams of white smoke from its nose.

His posture truly befits a descendant of the Master of Yun Dynasty, fearless of challenges.

"...That's for the best."

Bai Qingxu lightly nodded and said with a distant gaze, "I hope that once Shang Yaoqin erges, she can imdiately achieve Tao like Xuan Guangqiao."

Their nearly opposite attitudes inadvertently revealed the different sources of their imperial bloodlines.

The Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters, the Master of Northern Region's Longevity Sky, has always acted with prudence.

He can seize the mont, knowing how to grasp opportunities, and he can also preserve himself in tis of adversity, unperturbed by worldly matters, truly like "water."

Gold Emperor Yuan Zheng, the Master of Yun Dynasty of the Human Race, has always advanced triumphantly, suppressing peers, unmatched in the world; his life was dominated by battles.

Ultimately, she refused to die of old age, made a final gambit, seemingly leveraging the power of Yun Dynasty to break through the Heaven Earth Barrier, ascend to the Immortal Realm, and achieve eternal life.

Every Great Emperor's life journey is vastly different.

Although they share the common goal of defending the Human Race, their thods are incredibly diverse.

Thus, the first emperor of the Human Race, who created the Heavenly Earth River, Dragon Sun Emperor, is all the more remarkable.

Now, the destiny of the Human Race to beco an emperor has fallen upon Shang Yaoqin...

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Three months later.

Heaven Earth Secret Realm, Ink Sea.

Dragon Sun Dojo.

At this mont, Shang Yaoqin was observing the classic battle before Dong Zheng Yang's sainthood from a spectator's perspective—I

The Battle of Great Dragon Mountain!

This was an intense battle over a million years ago and a pivotal battle where Dong Zheng Yang thoroughly understood his heart.

One might say that after that night, he washed away all hesitation and doubt, nearly achieving sainthood, laying a solid foundation for the rise of the Human Race.

"Bang—"

The world was dark as ink, with only occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the mountain.

These were uncharted wild mountains, the terrain perilous.

Now, Dong Zheng Yang and his Human Race tribe were besieged on Great Dragon Mountain by the major tribes; a single misstep could lead to them becoming blood sacrifice.

"The enemy armies cover the mountains and plains, ferocious beasts blotting out the sky, and... there are actually two seven-tier Saints!?"

Shang Yaoqin's pupils suddenly contracted, thinking it was not good.

If they were six-tier Saints, not to ntion two, even three or four wouldn't be an issue; even at the peak of the fifth tier, she had the confidence to handle them with ease.

She could, and as Dragon Sun Emperor, Dong Zheng Yang could absolutely, Shang Yaoqin was convinced.

But now, there were two seven-tier Saints, and yet, on the Human Race side, Dong Zheng Yang, as a peak fifth-tier cultivator, was the strongest.

"I knew our Human Race was weak, but I never imagined it would be this weak."

Putting herself in Dong Zheng Yang's shoes, Shang Yaoqin felt her heart sink heavily, shoulders burdened.

This sensation is hard for others to comprehend.

But Shang Yaoqin thought if she were Dong Zheng Yang, she would choose to abandon the tribe, escape alone, and seek revenge for those sacrificed after achieving sainthood.

Only in this way would she not betray her responsibilities.

She was sowhat domineering and even stubborn, but she wasn't foolish; she understood that living is the only way to endless possibilities!

But...

Dong Zheng Yang, not yet a Saint, pushed away the elders who urged him to leave alone, instead raising the Mountain and River Pen, boarding the Ancient War Chariot, and shouting:

"A man should live when he should, and die when he should; how can I abandon my people to live a disgraceful life?"

Lightning erupted, and the Ancient War Chariot rumbled skyward.

Dong Zheng Yang charged alone towards the two seven-tier Saints, almost certain to die but utterly unyielding and fierce!