Xia Daoyun departed from the distant Yun Pass, heading north.
Her speed was incredibly fast, so fast that the space seed to warp, and the air burned fiercely, trailing two long-lasting flas.
Like the wings of a phoenix.
Sword Light flashed continuously, and soon, she had crossed one state, continuing northward.
She needed to cross thousands of miles to reach the city standing by the Heavenly River Sea.
If she couldn't change the ending of the story, at least she would witness it.
Fortunately, she still had ti.
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Heavenly River Sea.
The waves surged, emitting roaring sounds.
As the Boundary Sea, it separates two realms, with one side being Sky Do Heaven and the other being the Abyss.
During the past year, the war over this sea region had never ceased.
Yet, seven days ago, this fiercest battlefield between the two realms had eerily fallen into silence.
However, whether it was the Human Race or the Demon Race, they both knew in their hearts that this calm was like the calm before a storm.
A devastating storm capable of deciding the fate of countless living beings in both realms was brewing.
Ten thousand miles outside Heavenly River City, Demonic Qi surged, and dense demonic clouds covered the sky, clearly showing countless vicious demonic shadows and countless fierce gazes cast their way.
Though fierce, there was endless silence.
All the Demonic Cultivators remained motionless, quietly suspended between Heaven and Earth, waiting for sothing.
They were waiting for Luohu.
The first Demon Holy in the history of the Demon Race.
Ti slowly passed.
Then the sun rose in the east.
Radiance stretched across the sky.
The demonic clouds finally dispersed.
Between Heaven and Earth, beside the Heavenly River, sunlight slowly spread from east to west like a tide, bringing infinite illumination.
On the city walls of Heavenly River City, there were a dense crowd of heads.
All the Heavenly River cultivators were there, facing the Demonic Army across the sea, waiting just like them.
At the forefront of everyone stood a tall figure silently.
He wore the Sect Master's robe representing the Sword Sect, a black robe embroidered with a golden Azure Dragon, gleaming in the rosy light, its claws and teeth seemingly coming to life.
"I've kept you waiting.".
When daylight completely covered the Heavenly River City, which had stood unyielding for twenty thousand years, an oppressive demonic aura descended from the sky, enveloping the entire city like sunlight.
Under this demonic aura, even cultivators like the Martial Emperor of Honorable Realm felt their souls tremble.
And the countless Heavenly River cultivators on the city walls were even more dazed and confused.
Their will was not weak, but instinctive reactions were hard to overco.
The instinctive reaction to face great terror.
"Welco Holy Luohu!"
In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Heavenly River cultivators, the scene on the Demonic Army's side was different.
They erupted in deafening cheers of fanaticism.
All Demonic Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation realm, bowed virtually over the Heavenly River Sea.
Amid the cheers capable of shaking Heaven and Earth, suddenly, phenona occurred.
A column of Demonic Qi as thick as a mountain descended, like a black waterfall pouring down from the Nine Heavens above.
Amidst the surging demonic qi, a demonic shadow erged.
It was Luohu.
Luohu finally appeared.
Now Luohu was no longer in his ugly Asura Clan form, for gathering the bloodlines of the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans ant he could no longer be considered a pure Asura Clan.
Neither human nor demon.
However, those blue eyes still bore so features of the Asura Clan.
Luohu's hair had turned blood red, flowing back like a fiery red fla burning.
His body was enveloped in a layer of black demonic light, distinctly visible even within the boundless demonic qi.
Luohu waved his right hand lightly.
Instantly, the deafening cheers cald.
He stood at the forefront of the Demonic Army, smiling as he gazed toward Heavenly River City.
Building this city took countless years.
But its destruction required only a morning.
Then Luohu turned his gaze to Lu Qingshan.
"For one person to pose such a significant threat to my Demon Race, you Lu Qingshan are indeed remarkable."
"If only I hadn't been born two thousand years earlier than you, the outco between our two races would truly be uncertain." Luohu's low voice echoed slowly amid the Heaven and Earth.
Luohu gave Lu Qingshan the highest praise.
But this didn't an Luohu was broad-minded; in his eyes, it was rely the victor pointing out the vanquished.
In victory, even the stingiest person wouldn't be sparing with their words.
"Today's outco remains uncertain," Lu Qingshan lifted his head and t Luohu's gaze within the demonic light, affirmatively stating.
Luohu chuckled indifferently upon hearing this, "Uncertain?"
"It seems you are still unaware of the power of Demon Holy."
Luohu's slightly mocking voice echoed between Heaven and Earth.
His eyes flashed with a fierce intent, and imdiately, his hand reached out towards Heavenly River City from miles away.
"Today, let show you what the power of Demon Holy truly ans!"
Divine might like a prison.
As Luohu's voice fell, an overwhelming pressure not belonging to this world suddenly arose, inducing boundless fear.
The continuously surging demonic qi rapidly condensed at this mont, finally condensing into a spear that pierced through the sky like lightning, cleaving through all space along its path, ultimately striking the Ancestral Formation constructed single-handedly by Ancestral Patriarch Xia.
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