I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night-Chapter 1358 - 711: The Saint Master Has Gone to Steal Your Stronghold

The night had fallen, and the stars and moon were without light.

Several decades ago, people from all regions, gradually migrated to the South Mountain Sacred Land.

The boundary of a mere sacred land housed the vast majority of the Human Clan, resulting in a dense population.

Similarly, this land also gathered most of the top strong warriors of the Human Clan.

Therefore, over these decades, the threat of evil spirits in South Mountain Sacred Land was no longer a significant threat.

The formerly powerful evil spirits fled beyond the sacred land.

And during the deceitful night, although evil spirits were often born and birds and beasts turned into demons, they were exterminated by the Human Clan's warriors before they could form a force.

Because of this, over the decades, the territory of South Mountain Sacred Land remained peaceful, unprecedented tranquility after the ancient great calamity.

In this survival environment, over decades, the population increased rapidly.

The older generation of the Human Clan gradually vanished in the passage of time.

The new generation of the Human Clan grew up in prosperity.

Yet the threat of the deceitful night was never resolved, all gods resurrected, Netherworld entered the world... the younger generation of the Human Clan still harbored ambitions to conquer the deceitful night and sweep across the world.

They were not tormented by disasters of evil spirits nor eroded by the threats of the Old God, thus did not have that fear towards evil spirits, Old Gods, and deceitful nights.

They did not become lambs waiting to be slaughtered under a peaceful era, rather, their bravery and vigor grew in the stable times.

The Saint Master of the Human Clan has beheaded countless divine spirits.

The warriors of the Human Clan suppress the evil spirits and resist all gods.

Through generations of oral tradition and records, they are made aware of the world's cruelty.

In such soil, the new generation of the Human Clan has abundant vitality.

"The new generation of warriors is not short of enthusiasm but lacks true warfare."

The Master of the Holy Alliance murmured: "The newborn calf does not fear the tiger, they are born as humans, fearless of the gods... emulating the Saint Master, they possess the spirit to dare to battle against heaven."

Lu Changsheng paused, then said: "Perhaps too arrogant, and that is not good."

The Master of the Holy Alliance replied: "After the ancient great calamity, generations of the Human Clan have lived in fear during deceitful nights for too long, it is necessary to have a batch of fearless individuals to break the shackles of confinement!"

"A fierce battle, could very well be an opportunity."

Han Zheng, with hands behind his back, said: "The Human Clan has been stable for too long; some individuals are driven by selfish desires, fighting for power and gain. This battle awakens them... and can sober those arrogant young ones."

Meanwhile, another elder appeared, standing high, looking unfathomable. He gazed down and said softly: "Several decades pass in the blink of an eye, seas change into mulberry fields, situations change, today the old friends have faded away..."

"Speak plainly."

Han Zheng glanced up at him.

This person is an elder from the Kunlun Ancestor Realm.

Back then, he was only at the peak of Qi Refining Realm, unable to breakthrough into the Refining God Realm. Later, he entered the world, gained the Kaiyuan Creation God Skill, and by chance acquired Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, miraculously cultivating Netherworld Internal View.

"I have become the Human Martial Saint, but almost all of my contemporaries have died."

The elder said emotionally: "Decades passed, it's almost a lifetime for those warriors and ordinary folks with poor progress."

"Except for a small number of warriors with substantial cultivation, who have become the backbone of this era."

"There are hardly any familiar faces left."

"The Human Clan of this era seems different from the Human Clan of our time."

He paused, then sighed: "I emerged from seclusion this time to find that those old method practitioners who had achieved success have almost died off too, as if waking from a nap to find the world and era have changed, seas have transformed into mulberry fields, situations have changed."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Han Zheng frowned and asked.

The elder whispered: "I wonder, if just several decades can bring such complex emotions, after several more decades or even hundreds of years... will I still integrate into the Human Clan's era?"

He looked at Han Zheng and said: "While we are recluse among the Human Clan, yet the Saint Master is away from the mortal world, manipulating all directions, balancing the Netherworld, intimidating the gods—will he also become disconnected from the Human Clan over time?"

"Shut the hell up!"

Lv Tang jumped out, cursed and said: "You wretched creature, out of control. The Saint Master could never betray the Human Clan! Even if I become a physical body evil, the Saint Master's heart remains unwavering!"

"..."

The elder spread his hands, helplessly said: "Oh well, the highest pillar of today's Human Clan is the Saint Master of the Human Clan; even if he betrays the Human Clan, it is still the fate of our Human Clan."

With this said, he turned and left.

And then he headed towards the nearby Saint Master Temple.

Upon entering, he immediately knelt down and said: "Junior defamed to amplify the Saint Master's renown, to make everyone aware of the Saint Master's heart, thus I seek forgiveness, and hope to be excused for my disrespect." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He burned incense in offering, sincerely bowing, and the power of incense mystically transmitted to Lin Yan.

"Indeed a quirky person."

Lin Yan sensed the change and suddenly chuckled.

He looked towards the sky dome, murmuring: "The great sun is about to set, it seems the Netherworld army is about to arrive."

According to the direction set by the Ten Thousand Heroes of the Human Race, tonight's affair is crucial.

For the Human Clan to maintain stability for hundreds of years and obtain this near-century respite hinges on today's battle.

If this battle results in defeat, the Human Clan faces an unprecedented quandary.

Even he, the Human Race Saint Master, will face the risk of complete demise.

"But this risk, in exchange for a century of stability for the Human Clan, for a hundred years of accumulation foundation, in the future when the powerful Immortal Gods fully revive, fighting for a foothold, is worthwhile."