The appointed time had arrived.
Within the safe zone, the various Saints from the human race's Domain all revived simultaneously.
Each one of them emanated divine radiance, their blood energy overflowing, with thick and powerful pillars of divine light shooting forth into the heavens.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—
Pillar after pillar of divine light pierced the sky, each one so incredibly fiery, penetrating the vast heavens as if reaching into the starry sky beyond the domain, causing the ten suns in the Nine Heavens to pale in comparison.
The overwhelming aura unleashed by the Saints could be felt for a million li in all directions.
That feeling, that majesty, was as if the deities of the ancient era of gods had all revived. This vast expanse of heaven and earth rumbled and roared, the Great Dao trembled, and all realms quaked.
On the Xiang Kingdom's warship, the Emperor appeared, draped in a dragon robe, majestic and unyielding. His aura was the most powerful, causing the divine radiance of the other Saints to dim.
Although the Xiang Kingdom's Crown Prince, as the successor, could not compare to the Emperor, the pillar of divine light erupting from him was far thicker and more eye-catching than that of an ordinary Saint. Standing behind the Emperor, father and son's dual divine radiance displayed the Xiang Kingdom's might.
On Hua Guo's silver-armored war chariot, the most powerful pillar of divine light also pierced the heavens, shaking all realms.
Behind it, a stern silver-armored youth appeared, his armor clanging, silver light surging, his aura not the slightest bit weaker than the Xiang Kingdom's Crown Prince.
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The Crown Princes of the other empires who had come were the same, also unleashing their most powerful auras, intimidating the mortal world.
As for the other young prodigies, although they couldn't compare to the empire Crown Princes, the pillars of divine light they shot forth were still astonishing.
The older generation and the younger generation alternated, each with their own pillars of divine light, straight and piercing the sky—an unprecedented spectacle. The clouds in all directions completely dispersed.
As far as the eye could see, at least over a hundred Saints had gathered here—a staggering number. But considering the entire human race's Domain of the Ancient Emperor Continent, it wasn't impossible. Moreover, it was clear that even more powerhouses had yet to arrive.
As Ye Chen glanced back, he saw that within the Lan Kingdom's camp, the aura of the cold and beautiful princess was also at the Saint level. But Xia Miao'er beside her was far more powerful. The other her had revived. Her cute, innocent, fair little face was filled with a sternness that kept others at a distance, her aura not the slightest bit weaker than the Crown Princes of Xiang Kingdom and Hua Guo.
One body, two souls. The simple and adorable Xia Miao'er was only twelve years old—perhaps the time she had appeared was only twelve years. But the other Xia Miao'er, who wielded the strongest combat power, like the other empire Crown Princes, had entered the Saint Treasury Realm several years ago.
This was the power of one body, two souls.
Pillars of divine light pierced the heavens. The gathering of Saints was like the deities of the heavens descending upon this era. The powerhouses of several great empires at the forefront shouted, "Everyone, the time has come. Preparations are sufficient enough. We can wait no longer. It is time to charge in."
"Charge!"
The Saints roared, their voices shaking a hundred thousand li. Mountains and valleys trembled violently as if about to completely collapse.
Even the countless cultivators who wanted to observe the battle from ten thousand li away felt the terrifying impact; countless people were sent flying.
The Saints were already prepared to march together, charge into the most fearsome Hundred Battles Mountain Range, break the demonic and sinister forces, and contend for the supreme Chaos treasure.
But just at this moment, deep within the Million Mountains, pillars of soaring blood energy exploded. Blood light blotted out the sky and sun, submerging range after range of mountains, shaking heaven and earth and moving ghosts and gods, capturing the attention of everyone present.
Faintly visible, deep within the Million Mountains, massive, enormous figures arrived carrying powerful blood energy. Their blood energy was like a prison, intimidating all directions.
Those were overlords from the beast domain, one after another—Saint-level Beast Kings, also terrifyingly powerful.
"Not good, even Saint-level Beast Kings from the beast domain have come."
The Saints present all changed expression. Originally, the powerhouses here already had to face many competitors. Now, super existences from the beast domain had also appeared, making their hopes even slimmer.
Moreover, the human race and the beast domain were hostile races. A life-and-death battle was even more likely to occur, something everyone did not wish to see.
But from what they saw before them, this was unavoidable. Because from the beast race side, those Saint-level Beast Kings, larger than mountains, were looking over from afar, unleashing terrifying, peerless beastly might. Their blood energy shook the heavens, far surpassing that of human powerhouses of the same Saint level—incomparable.
"Human race, the Hundred Battles Mountain Range is the territory of our beast domain. Leave this place, and our beast domain can let it go."
One particularly powerful Saint-level Beast King spoke. It was a Heaven-Supporting Azure Ox, its massive body seemingly capable of propping up heaven and earth, extremely powerful—a Saint Lord-level existence.
However, among the humans, there were also super powerhouses of this level. From within that silver-armored war chariot pulled by Saint-level demonic flood dragons as draft beasts, war energy surged, shaking the heavens. Saint Lord-level divine might erupted majestically, confronting the beast. A cold laugh came, "Great Azure Ox, the Hundred Battles Mountain Range belongs to our human race. You leave this place, and our human race can let it go."
The same words were thrown back. The human Saints stood firm, unafraid.
The Heaven-Supporting Azure Ox King snorted, two huge columns of air shooting from its nostrils, tearing through the void. "Human race, do you dare to fight our beast race in battle? Aren't you afraid of repeating the mistakes of the ancient era?"
In the ancient era, during the war of the gods, the human race was forced to retreat from fifty percent of the vast Domain of the Ancient Emperor Continent—a humiliation unforgettable to this day.
The Xiang Kingdom Emperor, majestic and unyielding, possessed a sovereign's dignity. He said in a deep voice, "In the ancient era, it wasn't your beast race that forced our human race to retreat from fifty percent of the Domain. To this day, your beast race occupies vast stretches of territory only because our human race was magnanimous, ceding them to you. They are all wild, desolate lands—nothing worthy of pride. And does your beast race dare to start a war with our human race? Aren't you afraid of Divine Spirits descending from the Nine Heavens to destroy the entire beast race?"
Another Saint-level Beast Lord appeared, its blood energy capable of collapsing the heavens, extremely oppressive. It responded, "Human race, do not be arrogant. You have Divine Spirits; our beast race also has Divine Spirits. Who fears whom? We can fight a great battle!"
The two races confronted each other. The atmosphere grew tense, leaning towards a great battle. That stretch of heaven and earth seemed about to become completely heavy and still, with terrifying spatial cracks appearing, unable to bear the pressure.
"Divine Spirits?" Ye Chen stood up tall, gazing at the confrontation between the two races. He looked towards the highest point of the sky, wondering if the so-called Divine Spirits in the Divine Realm were also watching.
"Hahaha, how can the struggle for the treasure between the beast race and the human race be complete without our demon race?"
A hearty laugh rang out. From another area, a group of powerful figures soared over, not weaker than the other two sides. Demonic energy shot to the heavens. Saints gathered—they were the Saint powerhouses from the demon domain.
The one who spoke was a tall, burly middle-aged man wearing a precious crown and draped in golden-threaded jade garments, possessing a royal dignity. He was the renowned demon race Saint Lord of his generation—the Azure Dragon Great Saint!
Three groups of Saints gathered, a tripartite standoff!