He had heard from others in the past.
During the War of Ten Thousand Races, many forces had left their bloodlines on Earth, which now seemed to have given rise to different systems like mages and espers.
For the path to becoming an Emperor of Ten Thousand Races.
The Dragon Country's Immortal Path involved refining spiritual energy, while the Martial Path involved refining the essence and energy of heaven and earth.
But what did mages and espers rely on?
Chen Jiuyang had not yet researched this, but he assumed there was a connection with the demon race and other myriad races.
...
Dragon Country.
The main base of the righteous path. This time, the five great sacred lands were at war with the demonic path. The Dao Sect and Buddhism had not directly intervened, mostly providing assistance through divination.
The Great Dao has forty-nine variations, deriving all things.
The current Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain's Taoism, True Master Yanlong, suddenly his expression trembled: "The fate of a large number of high-ranking officials of the True Demonic Sect has changed, and their whereabouts have undergone significant shifts."
"From Dragon Country... this is Europe, Britain!"
"Excluding the existence of a Demonic Path Ancestor, they might have used some secret technique to conceal their fate, similar to that Demonic Lord Qanyang."
Major super-forces have certain restrictions on deploying individuals at or above the Dao Integration stage. The demonic path already has the Great Demon 'Sleepless' being held back by a righteous path ancestor. Yanlong Zhenren, who understood the rules of the demonic path, concluded that the demonic path did not have a second ancestor appearing.
"If that's the case, then Demonic Lord Qanyang has fled to Britain."
True Master Yanlong immediately sent a message to the high-ranking officials of the five great sacred lands.
Those from the five great sacred lands, who were still recuperating on the east coast of the Lighthouse Country, received the message, their faces gloomy and uncertain.
They were currently severely injured. It would take anywhere from three to five months, or even three to five years, to heal their Dao injuries.
How could they fight again? Surviving the clutches of that old demoness from the Liuxian clan had come at a considerable price.
"We can only have the sacred lands divert some personnel from the righteous-demonic war to Britain. This time, an ancestor must be dispatched. Without the ability of an ancestor, Chen Jiuyang cannot be killed."
Those who remained transmitted Chen Jiuyang's methods and combat power back to the five great sacred lands.
"That old demoness let us go. As long as Chen Jiuyang pays a sufficient price, he can also survive under that old demoness."
"After Chen Jiuyang is dealt with and the righteous-demonic war concludes, we will deal with this old demoness. She has become a major threat."
"But for now, we can only hope that old demoness can kill Chen Jiuyang."
...
London.
A busy street.
Chen Jiuyang sat alone on the street, drinking coffee, dressed in a suit.
A few days had passed, and he had already recovered to his peak state. He had to thank the spatial ring left by the Pure Yang Medical Immortal; otherwise, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
He was like a traveler, appreciating the scenery and watching the people come and go.
A group of people dressed in Western-style robes, elegantly attired, with gloomy expressions, appeared before Chen Jiuyang.
They were members of the British Mage Association, each exuding a dense and dangerous aura of magic.
Chen Jiuyang had seen the leader once before in the Martial Ranking World Competition. He was the leader of the delegation and also a high-ranking manager of the British Mage Association, Roland Tulip!
He stared at Chen Jiuyang, a cold smile appearing on his gloomy face: "Your Excellency seems to be in a good mood, sitting on a London street drinking coffee in Britain, quite spirited."
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, "Not bad, just so-so. What, is the British Mage Association going to make a move against me?"
"Is it the Lighthouse Country's Alpha, or the benefits promised by Dragon Country's five great sacred lands?"
Roland Tulip sneered, "Many people want you dead."
"Oh." Chen Jiuyang nodded and said, "I know about this, but in reality, what the five great sacred lands and Alpha can give you, I can also give you."
"Oh?" Roland Tulip's expression shifted slightly, "Then what benefits can Your Excellency Chen Jiuyang offer us?"
"Death."
Chen Jiuyang's voice fell, and he immediately attacked ferociously, his eyes filled with coldness: "A mere early-stage Venerable Realm combatant dares to appear before this seat to threaten me?"
"Isn't this seeking death?"
Chen Jiuyang pressed down with a large hand, and his vast true liquid magic erupted, slamming the British Mage Association members before him into the ground.
"Chen Jiuyang, you are seeking death!" Roland Tulip roared, "This is Britain!"
"Oh, Britain, so what? It's just a small country." Chen Jiuyang's expression was calm, his eyes filled with disdain: "Do you think I appeared on the streets of London to wait for your Mage Association to find trouble with me?"
"Your British Mage Association thinks too highly of yourselves."
Roland Tulip and the others were slammed into the ground, their magic unable to be unleashed, their bodies unable to move, filled with shame and humiliation.
They had come with great fanfare, only to be effortlessly suppressed by Chen Jiuyang alone, without even a fierce battle.
This was a disparity in absolute strength.
"Then you can wait to die. The president of my Mage Association will kill you himself."
"Oh, then I'll wait. But before that, I still need to see some other guests." Chen Jiuyang said lightly, his gaze drifting towards another direction.
There stood a peerless beauty with large, watery eyes, and an old woman leaning on a cane, her face covered in wrinkles, looking somewhat eerie.
"Dada da!"
Old Mother Lotuswalk advanced, leaning on her cane, her expression both kind and ferocious, smiling and saying, "Good child, why aren't you running anymore? Could it be that you're waiting here for Grandma to come and eat you?"
Chen Jiuyang stared at her and said, "Old hag, it's not yet known who will live and who will die, so don't laugh too soon."
"Oh?" Old Mother Lotuswalk smiled charmingly, "Good child, then tell me, what backup plan have you prepared?"
"Your protector, Demon Lord 'Sleepless,' is currently being held back by the five great sacred lands and cannot escort you back to Dragon Country."
"Even if he were here, a cultivator at the Immortal Dao Tribulation Crossing stage cannot kill Grandma. That level of combat power would at most be a massage for Grandma."
What arrogant words! Ancestor 'Sleepless' was only fit to give her a massage.
Chen Jiuyang stared at her and slowly analyzed, "Old hag, you have lived for such a long time, your lifespan comparable to a Martial Dao Quasi-Emperor, likely achieved through that sinister Eight Lives Immortal Art."
"Over such a long period, while eating people, you have also studied numerous martial arts. I forged my Dao by melting a hundred scriptures, but you have likely melted a thousand, ten thousand methods, making your combat power immensely strong enough to defy heaven. However, by melting too much, you will forever be unable to step into the Imperial Dao."
"Even the mighty Emperor Yan could not kill you. I consider myself unrivaled among my peers, but I dare not claim to be stronger than Emperor Yan."
"I cannot kill you, and Emperor Yan cannot kill you."
"Therefore, today I wish to know."
"Can a Martial Saint kill you, you old pig-dog!"
Chen Jiuyang's voice fell.
"Whoosh!!"
Space tore open, and the figure of Ancestor 'Eight Darkness' emerged from it.
Ancestor 'Eight Darkness' looked at Old Mother Lotuswalk: "So it's a monster from the Liuxian clan, neither immortal nor martial. Ten thousand years of martial cultivation, so that's how it is."
"Such a monster, at your age of less than thirty, you indeed cannot defeat her."
Old Mother Lotuswalk was instantly startled!
In an instant, the battle began!