The Abyssal Demons’ sudden withdrawal put the Dragonkind in a passive position.
Though the humans did not launch a counterattack and pursue, the Dragonkind no longer had the montum to fight alone and were forced into a reluctant retreat.
Jiang Yi’s reappearance only made things worse for them, striking the Dragonkind like a hamr blow.
In the Abyss, outside the Demon Emperor’s Palace, the Dragon Emperor arrived and roared furiously, causing the Abyssal Fire to tremble violently.
“Demon Emperor, what is the aning of this? Why did you withdraw your troops?”
The Demon Emperor did not appear. His voice drifted from the depths of the palace.
“Our plan failed. What else was there to do but retreat?”
The Dragon Emperor snapped, “Even if the ambush on Lin Moyu failed, our combined forces could still have driven the humans out of the Dinsional Battlefield!”
The Demon Emperor sneered, “Have you lost your mind? Jiang Yi is back.”
The Dragon Emperor stiffened. After a mont, he recalled the na.
Over 700 years ago, Jiang Yi had risen to lead the human race.
Over 600 years ago, he was besieged by dozens of Demon Kings and ultimately fell.
At the ti, the Dragonkind had been isolated from the Dinsional Battlefield; the Dragon Emperor knew only the legend, not the details.
“Jiang Yi? Isn’t he dead?”
The Demon Emperor replied, “He was dead, but not completely. Now he has resurrected.”
“That’s impossible!” The Dragon Emperor exclaid.
Even at his level, he had never heard of soone resurrecting after 600 years.
The Demon Emperor said, “I don’t know how he ca back, but it definitely involves that person. If you’re curious, go ask. He isn’t hard to find.”
The Dragon Emperor shuddered.
Ask Antares? Was that a joke?
As long as he remained within the Dragonkind World, Antares would not bother killing him.
But if he dared step into the upper layer and present himself before Antares, he would likely be reduced to ashes with a single breath attack.
The Demon Emperor went on, “Regardless, Jiang Yi is back, standing at peak level 98—half-step Transcendent God-level. Although slightly weaker than you or , but not by much.”
“With him around, attacking the humans is aningless.”
The Demon Emperor was right.
With a half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse guarding humanity and a being like Antares looming above all, driving the humans from the Dinsional Battlefield—let alone annihilating them—was a fantasy.
And there was also Lin Moyu, an existence far too strange to predict.
The Dragon Emperor gritted his teeth, “I thought that with Emperor Di gone, we could drive the humans out of the Dinsional Battlefield and suppress them once and for all.”
“I never expected this outco.”
Furious yet helpless, he departed the Abyss without another word.
The Abyssal Fire flared brighter. Seated upon his throne, the Demon Emperor’s expression was complicated.
“Fool. He doesn’t even understand his own position, yet he dreams of suppressing the humans.”
“We are just chess pieces. Does he not understand that? If you are a piece, then play your part.”
“Move when you must. Lie low when you must. Surrender when you must. Survival outweighs everything.”
“I can’t keep waiting. I must find a way to survive.”
“But the hatred between us and the humans… that cannot be erased. What a headache.”
The Abyssal Fire surged violently, swallowing the palace whole. The Demon Emperor’s voice faded into silence.
…
Inside the imperial palace, ng Anwen stated his purpose without preamble.
Dongfang Yi responded at once, ordering all records concerning Jiang Yi and the Demon-Slaying Sword to be brought forth.
As the oldest lineage in the Shenxia Empire, the imperial family preserved archives dating back to the nation’s founding.
ng Anwen and Lin Moyu began reviewing the docunts.
Jiang Yi’s life was recorded in ticulous detail, including information never made public—most notably, the origin of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The sword had been forged from a celestial tal Jiang Yi discovered by chance.
Detection identified it as a peak-tier mythical-grade material known as Daetal.
In Jiang Yi’s era, no God-level Blacksmiths existed. Yet such a treasure could not be wasted.
Several peak-level Blacksmiths joined forces and devised a solution: refine the Daetal using Demon King lifeblood.
At the ti, war between the Abyssal Demons and humanity raged incessantly, making Demon King lifeblood attainable.
During several major battles, Jiang Yi collected the lifeblood of five Demon Kings.
With it, the Blacksmiths finally lted the Daetal and forged the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Unfortunately, without a God-level Blacksmith involved, the finished weapon, despite its mythical-grade material, reached only peak-tier legendary-grade.
Even so, the Demon-Slaying Sword beca Jiang Yi’s signature weapon.
With it, Jiang Yi’s combat power soared, and he dominated the battlefields, until he was relentlessly targeted by the Demons and ultimately died of exhaustion in a great battle.
In truth, Jiang Yi had not truly perished. More than 600 years later, through Lin Moyu’s hand and the imnse power of Antares, he was resurrected.
Yet after his revival, a problem erged, and its root seed to lie with the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Lin Moyu trusted that Antares could not be mistaken.
“The records don’t contain detailed information about that piece of Daetal.” Lin Moyu said quietly.
The records confird only that it was a mythical-grade celestial material; its specific properties were not recorded.
ng Anwen asked, “Could Sir know?”
Lin Moyu shook his head, “He doesn’t.”
To Antares, a re mythical-grade material held no significance.
After a mont’s thought, Lin Moyu said, “According to the records, one of the five peak-level Blacksmiths who forged the Demon-Slaying Sword—Dongfang Jin—was from the imperial family, correct?”
Dongfang Yi quickly located the relevant docunts, “Yes, he was.”
“Can you gather all information about him, including any notebooks or diaries he left behind?”
The imperial family had preserved docunts ticulously, major records and trivial notes alike.
It was an invaluable habit.
Dongfang Yi readily agreed, though the retrieval would take so ti.
The imperial family lacked neither manpower nor efficiency. Within half an hour, all docunts related to Dongfang Jin were delivered.
Dongfang Jin had faithfully upheld the imperial family tradition. He recorded most of his life’s work.
A level 88 peak-level Blacksmith, his greatest regret was never becoming a God-level Blacksmith.
His proudest achievent was forging the Demon-Slaying Sword.
In his diary, Lin Moyu finally found a crucial entry concerning the Daetal.
“Teacher, look at this passage.”
Lin Moyu handed the record to ng Anwen.
After reading it, ng Anwen’s expression shifted subtly, “So that’s how it is.”
Sensing the tension, Dongfang Yi asked, “Serene God, Godly General Lin, is sothing wrong?”
ng Anwen glanced around. Understanding the unspoken cue, Dongfang Yi dismissed all attendants.
With a flick of his finger, ng Anwen erected a simple soundproof formation.
ng Anwen said, “According to Dongfang Jin’s records, the primary material of the Demon-Slaying Sword—the mythical-grade Daetal—possesses the ability to bewitch the mind. It induces irritability… even bloodlust.”
“There was once a lower-level class user who, after being affected by the Daetal, committed murder.”
“Even peak-level class users must handle it with extre caution.”
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