The barrier will completely shatter in seven days!

This is the shared understanding of both the Human Race and the Demon Clan, and even more, an acknowledgment of the Creator Saint’s supreme Great Power.

The Human Race has dominated the Martial World for a million years as the hegemonic force, and has successively produced nine Great Emperors, shaking the cosmos, a clan that can be called the most brilliant of all throughout the long river of years in the Martial World.

Even if you compare the Human Race to all the legendary races of the Primordial Era, the Human Race can still be called the supreme overlord.

In the past, when the Demon Clan faced the Human Race, they could only retreat in defeat again and again.

Whether it was the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the True Dragon of Great Moon, or the Red Phoenix, all of them ended in defeat.

Yet at this moment, "Creator Saint" Xuan Guangqiao, with his supreme divine might, is about to sweep away the Human Race. Such a feat will shake the ages!

"Roar—"

Up in the sky, the purple-gold True Dragon let out a long, furious roar, continuously charging at the barrier, its divine might peerless under heaven.

This is merely one strike of an unrivaled Great Divine Power from the Creator Saint, yet it is still so overwhelming it seems to swallow the universe, invincible under heaven and earth, forcing the stars to sway, the sun and moon to tremble.

The Demon Clan army arrayed behind it was like masses of dark clouds, terrifying to the extreme.

But as they gazed from afar at the purple-gold True Dragon, whether Heavenly Talents like Xuanxi or Masters like Li Jianqiu, all of them were filled with reverence.

The astral wind exploded, sweeping in all directions.

Thunder rumbled, bursting through the Ninth Heaven and Ten Lands.

All the great demons stared at the sky in shock, staring at the purple-gold True Dragon.

"Hiss~"

"Unbelievable, that such world-shaking Great Power would actually appear on our Demon Clan’s side."

"Indeed. If the Human Race did not have all those supreme foundations such as the Emperor Arrays and Emperor Artifacts left behind by Dragon Sun, Starfire and the other Great Emperors, I fear the Great Saint would have already marched straight in!"

"Speaking of which, we really have to thank that ’Human Race Destiny’ Shang Yaoqin for being too feeble. That sort of fellow, I truly can’t understand what qualifications she has to be mentioned in the same breath as the Great Saint?"

"Who knows, maybe even Heaven itself cannot stand the Human Race any longer, and deliberately descended heavenly punishment so that our Demon Clan can rise up..."

"Hmph, fools! It’s not that Shang Yaoqin is weak, it’s that the Great Saint is too formidable. Even if Dragon Sun were reborn, Starfire returned, and Zhao Heng revived, they still wouldn’t be a match for the Great One..."

Within the Demon Clan army, secret voice transmissions buzzed.

Great and small Demon Saints alike could feel the aura of impending victory; each one straightened their backs, incomparably roused.

At the front of the army’s left flank, Li Jianqiu listened to the surrounding voices of shock and of feeling fortunate; she narrowed her eyes, her breathing slightly quickening.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a delicate and stunning face beneath her helmet.

As her dark, bright eyes swept over the surrounding Demon Saints, the deeply hidden hint of cold amusement at the corner of her lips grew even thicker.

"Are these fellows all this vulgar and short-sighted?"

"Have you all forgotten that just over two hundred years ago, the Demon Clan nearly had its four great Holy Lands fall at the same time, its Tao Heritages all but sink into oblivion..."

Li Jianqiu slowly drew back her cold smile. She lifted her jade-like chin, gazing into the distance at the purple-gold True Dragon.

She actually understood where the great demons’ confidence came from—Creator Saint, Xuan Guangqiao!

"Remarkable, truly remarkable." At her side, the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon could not suppress the grin at the corner of his mouth. "Compared to Him, even our Lord is likely far inferior."

The Great Moon Virtual Mirror, hearing this, very much wanted to refute.

After all, no matter how strong you "Creator Saint" Xuan Guangqiao are, the "Great Moon Saint" Han Jiuming has never in his life been weaker than anyone.

Yet with the words on her lips, the Great Moon Virtual Mirror still could not speak them. She could only mutter soft and sticky, "Hmph, not bad, but Father is also—"

"From this day forth, the long river of years of the Martial World will engrave an honorific title that will never be erased, one that will certainly stand shoulder to shoulder with Dragon Sun!" The Sky-connecting Tower’s spirit spoke in utter shock, cutting off the Great Moon Spirit’s words in an instant.

Indeed, what no Destiny of the Demon Clan across all ages had ever achieved, will now be accomplished upon the Creator Saint.

And the Creator Saint is accomplishing this while facing the greatest of crises, rising in defiance!

Such a feat is enough for the Demon Clan to pray day and night. Even if it were placed in the ages before the Primordial, such a feat would still allow Him to bear the title of "Heavenly Emperor"!

...

Within the barrier.

The Divine Continent of the Central Region.

After the great battle, especially after losing the war, the Human Race had no choice but to pull in their claws, quietly lick their wounds, hoping that one day they could avenge this blood feud!

The sky was dim, the rain torrential.

The rain had come very suddenly, driving those who had come from the other four great continents, and had lost their homes, to hide beneath eaves, lifting their heads to gaze at the Black Heaven.

Their eyes were filled with helplessness and powerlessness.

"Where does the road lie?"

The price of losing the war was heavy—far too heavy.

This was a heaven-shaking war involving the two great races, Human and Demon, and would never care whether you were a mere mortal.

If the barrier truly were breached by the Demon Clan, would they... be utterly annihilated?

No one knew where their way out lay.

They only knew that if they did not act soon, the Demon Clan really would fight their way here!

An aura of despair shrouded this great city, just as it did most cities in the Divine Continent of the Central Region.

"Li Qiyuan, go in person to White Deer City and calm the people’s hearts!"

"Linqiu, carry my banner and go in person to Mysterious Moon City to calm the people’s hearts..."

Whenever great calamity descends, heroes emerge!

At a time when the Human Race high command such as the Emperor’s sons and Empresses were in seclusion, Phoenix Creek Hong Yuan and the Demon Sword Bo Qing began to show themselves.

The two sides each took command of one region, handling all sorts of affairs. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

In truth, their actions were somewhat beyond their authority.