Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 724 - 703: Turtle Shell

Night.

Zhou Leng instinctively sped across the sea, then followed the navigation into the West Sea Demon City, heading towards the Ten Thousand Core Land.

To prepare for the Ten Realms War, various Sea Demon clans have established gigantic war fortresses in the West Sea Demon City.

They have received guidance from the Celestial Calamity Envoy, and their overall strength has skyrocketed.

Currently, there are already one hundred million Sea Demons gathered in the West Sea Demon City to cooperate with the Celestial Calamity Envoy.

Once the Ten Realms War kicks off, this number will increase tenfold.

The war fortress in the West Sea Demon City serves as the foundation for future battles and must not fail. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The fortress’s main structure, crafted by demigods, blends various divine items from the Ten Realms, with its chief material being a Void God-level giant turtle shell acquired by the Celestial Calamity Envoy from the Great Battlefield.

The final construction is currently underway.

The gigantic turtle shell, ten kilometers long, acts as an unsinkable island in the sea.

The Sea Demons plan to use this "Turtle Fortress" as a charging battleship for the Ten Realms War, advancing against human positions under the sea’s buoyancy.

Once deployed, not even a Martial Saint can block it.

This single divine artifact is sufficient to dominate all water elements on Blue Star.

Millions of Sea Demons are building atop the turtle shell.

Along the way, Zhou Leng repeatedly encountered Sea Demons, continuously launching unconscious attacks without meeting a worthy foe.

Zhou Leng is incredibly strong now.

His body and Martial Arts Will have reached their peak, and after the long path of enlightenment and the Xigangling cultivation, though he hasn’t resolved the last issue, he is almost flawless.

Placed among the stars and realms, he is indeed a genius.

No matter how many, no matter the strength, whether Blue-skinned Sea Sirens, Fish-men, Fish Demons, or others, those who come, die.

In water, his power penetrates the void, transmitting further and stronger.

It’s like a bomb; its explosive power in water greatly exceeds that in air.

With a casual strike from Zhou Leng, terrifying force pushes nearly a hundred-meter radius of seawater, annihilating everything.

Some Sea Demons, after being defeated, flee.

Yet some Sea Demons, unwilling to accept, gather with others to launch an assault.

Zhou Leng doesn’t care, continually moving forward at five Mach, a speed consuming little energy, but any faster would greatly increase consumption.

As he progresses, Zhou Leng ponders "Why fight?"

Before long, a massive shadow emerges ahead.

Atop the giant turtle shell stands the prototype of a fortress.

Zhou Leng’s mind remains fixed on his experiences at Xigangling, proceeding straight ahead.

"Stop!"

The Sea Demons shout, but Zhou Leng pays no heed.

"Enemy attack!"

Woo...

A continuous sounding of conchs reverberates throughout the West Sea Demon City.

Countless Sea Demons converge towards the Turtle Fortress.

If the opposition ahead were mere ordinary Sea Demons, Zhou Leng wouldn’t make a personal move, just use spare power to kill.

But near the Turtle Fortress, the Sea Demon numbers exceed ten million.

These Sea Demons, upon just harboring thoughts of battle, spark Zhou Leng’s instinctual counterattack.

He throws a punch, the first move of East Wind Fist, Fist Rising the Green Mountain.

Rumble...

A massive horizontal white whirlpool bursts forth from Zhou Leng’s fist.

Initially small, but within the blink of an eye, it transforms into a hundred-meter-long white water dragon, rushing forward at an unimaginable speed.

As it passes, the punch’s force reverberates, seawater explodes, sweeping through the enemy.

The white water dragon halts only after flying a full five hundred meters.

A five-hundred-meter long blood-colored water path suspends in front of the giant turtle shell.

The Sea Demons are stunned for a moment, then roar furiously, charging at Zhou Leng.

The Turtle Fortress is the essence of the Sea Demon Race and the core of the Ten Realms War, and must not fall into alien hands.

The Sea Demons advance one after another, fearlessly.

Zhou Leng instinctively continues training the East Wind Fist, cycling from the first move to the sixteenth.

Zhou Leng’s strength is already beyond imagination, coupled with underwater capabilities, his destructive power in water surpasses that on land.

One punch, agitates hundreds of meters.

One punch, slaughters ten thousand demons.

Zhou Leng punches forward, reaching the Turtle Fortress where he is surrounded by countless Sea Demons, greatly slowing him down.

However, Zhou Leng continues pondering, instinctively practicing his punches.

For, no force has yet threatened him.

Zhou Leng steps onto the sea turtle shell, one step one punch.

With one punch, myriad demons shatter.

Gradually, centered around the sea turtle shell, the entire sea becomes a mountain of Sea Demon corpses and blood.

Countless blood and the Sea Demons’ flesh drift in the ocean.

The quantity is so vast that it obscures vision.

To protect the turtle shell, the Sea Demons vow not to retreat.

Unlike the worried Green-skinned Orcs, the Sea Demons have never truly suffered defeat in the Ten Realms War.

In water, even Demons and Giant Dragons can’t overcome the formidable Sea Demons.

Much less a human.

They, never fear.

The Sea Demons are too many, and soon, the drifting blood water and corpses multiply.

After an indeterminable time, Zhou Leng senses something unusual in the surroundings.

Looking up, the blue-black sea water turns crimson, surrounded entirely by fragmented Sea Demon remains.

Layer upon layer, densely packed, resembling a mountain of marine trash.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Leng gazes around, vaguely comprehending the situation, he looks down.

The exposed surface of the turtle shell reveals the mystical turtle shell patterns.

"Is this... It’s not as big as a demigod sea turtle, it feels more like the aura of a Void God..."

Zhou Leng placed his hand on the turtle shell.

Within the starry sky bag, silver light gushed out, enveloping the entire turtle shell castle in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh...

The turtle shell castle appeared at the bottom of the starry sky bag.

Zhou Leng took a look and started running with all his might in the water, stepping on the sea, heading straight for the entrance to the Ten Thousand Core Battlefield at eight times the speed of sound.

After Zhou Leng left, innumerable Sea Sirens from the West Sea Demon City swarmed to the original location of the turtle shell castle.

They stared blankly ahead.

Countless Sea Siren corpses piled up, forming an underwater graveyard, like a school of blood-colored fish, gently swaying with the sea.

The turtle shell castle was gone.

Some Sea Sirens were so angry they almost spat blood.

"Who on earth stole the turtle shell castle?"

"Investigate!"

Zhou Leng continued on.

Soon, ahead in the seabed, appeared a massive rift stretching tens of thousands of meters.

From the rift, a ghostly blue light emanated.

Inside, was an independent plane, different from the state of a planet, but in the shape of a continent.

There, was the final battlefield of the last Ten Realms Battle.

The Demon Alliance, relying on numerous demigods, forced the Humanoid Alliance into a desperate situation.

Little did they know, it was also the last trap set by humanity there.

When the demon demigods were about to annihilate everyone, led by Martial Ancestor Yu Zhimin, many human sages gathered tens of thousands of nuclear devices, including hydrogen devices.

Through meticulous calculation, they triggered a simultaneous eruption of ten thousand cores, pushing the power to its limit.

With assistance from demigod Demon Spirit Masters using demigod Demon Spirit Techniques and half-divine artifacts, the final power of the simultaneous eruption increased tenfold.

Equivalent to a full-blown strike from a Void God.

When tens of thousands of suns rose, when tens of thousands of mushroom clouds ascended, the terrifying power destroyed everything within dozens of kilometers.

Including the demigods from both sides.

As the Demon Alliance wagered heavily on this battle, dispatching a large number of demigods, they suffered the greatest loss after the battle.

Mighty as the Demon Purgatory, with eighteen layers, akin to eighteen planets, home to thousands of demigods.

But in this battle, countless gods fell.

The destructive magnitude of this battle exceeded the scope of ordinary Ten Realms Battles, prompting an inspection by the Civilization Judges, eventually discovering that Blue Star humans were a promising emerging ancient civilization, granting humanity temporary protection.

Though later all realms speculated that the reason the Civilization Judges protected Blue Star was not singular.

The Ten Thousand Core Battle was too tragic, whether it was the tenfold enhancement of power from the simultaneous eruption or the massive demigod casualties, it completely altered the fundamental forces of this plane.

It even tore the earth, unleashing planet-level forces.

The entire plane was shrouded in strange radiation.

Even the plane passage changed, rendering it inaccessible to demigods.

Even though all realms knew that treasures might exist in the Ten Thousand Core Battlefield, demigods couldn’t enter, Grandmasters had to heavily protect themselves to enter, so very few went in.

Only powerful Master Kings, seeking to achieve sainthood and comprehend the Ten Thousand Core Battle of old, dared venture in.

Even upon entering, they could only stay on the edges, unable to reach the center of the simultaneous eruption.

There, even demigods couldn’t approach.

Zhou Leng gazed at the ghostly blue seabed rift, feeling a familiar aura.

Destruction Star Force.

However, the Destruction Star Force inside was much weaker than that in the True King Land.

Not knowing the intensity of the Destruction Star Force in the innermost core.

Zhou Leng accelerated towards the ghostly blue rift.

Inside was the end of the Martial Saint Battle Path.

The Ten Thousand Core Battlefield.

Releasing power to protect items like the Demon Brain that were susceptible to the destruction of star power, he then leaped into the ghostly blue light.

The passage between the two realms was a riot of color, and after a few steps, the view suddenly opened up.

In the middle of the mountains, a crack stood vertically, spewing ghostly blue light.

Zhou Leng emerged from the crack and looked up into the distance.

The sky was covered with thick layers of dust clouds, pitch black, blocking the starlight and sunlight.

But on the distant ground, a gigantic white light shone, radiating intense heat.

The surface temperature here exceeded 200 degrees.

The world was full of barren rocks and ground, with not a trace of vegetation in sight.

As far as the eye could see, no life was visible either.

Destruction Star Force landed silently outside the body, stopped a meter away from Zhou Leng by the power of the Undying Star Body.

Forming a semi-transparent rainbow light shield, like a transparent eggshell.

Part of the destruction force was absorbed, part was repelled.

Zhou Leng sensed the Destruction Star Force for three seconds and then sprinted forward.

After running ten kilometers, he gradually noticed human figures.

There were human Martial Artists, Giant Dragons, Giants, and Demons...

All were Master Kings.

Master Kings with the hope of becoming a demigod.

Most of their names Zhou Leng had seen in records from various realms.

They were veteran Master Kings from all realms.

Master King who dominated Blue Star for twenty years, Wang Baichan.

Xiong Country’s number one Master King, known as Bear King, Ivan.

The future Dragon King of the Black Moon Giant Dragon race, Black Moon Shadow.

Golden Cang of the Golden Giant race.

And many demon groups from demigod lineages, who rarely appeared in the outside world, not even participating in the Celestial Calamity Army, nor the last Ten Realms Battle.

Their bloodlines, in the starry sky, were considered noble.

In the Demon Purgatory, once a demon’s three direct generations all ascend to demigod, their bloodlines and bodies transform into angels, becoming the true god race of the Demon Purgatory, the Demon Prison Angels.