"All cultivators of the Profound Heaven Continent must participate in this great war."
So, the war between humans, demons, ghosts, and monsters was about to begin. No wonder my parents and uncle wanted me to return to the sect. This was a responsibility for every cultivator of the Profound Heaven Continent.
"Yes."
Chu Lingwei, Nangong Luo, and Su Yan stood respectfully before Beichen Feng and said loudly.
"Good, in three days, we will all head to the battlefield with me."
Beichen Feng did not mention anything else, nor did he ask Chu Lingwei about Leng Xingzhi. Even Nangong Luo did not mention Leng Xingzhi.
Everyone seemed to be on the same page.
"Junior Sister, are you afraid?"
During these three days of preparation, Nangong Luo had been hiding in his alchemy room, constantly refining pills. With the war imminent, he needed to prepare enough pills for all the disciples of their academy in case of any unforeseen circumstances.
Chu Lingwei shook her head. Looking at their academy's disciples who had already been organized, a sense of desolation welled up within her.
This war, which had not yet begun, had already filled the air of the entire Profound Heaven Continent with murderous intent.
"I am not afraid. It's just that this great war will surely result in countless casualties."
All great wars began with blood and ended with blood.
"This is unavoidable. As long as we act with a clear conscience, that is enough." Nangong Luo smiled and patted Chu Lingwei's shoulder. "Junior Sister, everyone's life and death is a tribulation. No one can walk the path of spiritual cultivation without encountering any obstacles."
Chu Lingwei nodded vigorously. Following their Master's command to depart, all the disciples of the Spiritual Cultivation Academy stood on their Master's flying artifact and quickly advanced towards the border between the ghost and human realms.
This time, not only Beichen Feng accompanied them, but two other overlord-level powerhouses from their Spiritual Cultivation Academy who had not emerged from seclusion also stood before them.
The great war between humans, ghosts, demons, and monsters – no matter how powerful a cultivator was, they had to fight for their Profound Heaven Continent.
By the time they reached the border, various sects had already arrived.
The demon realm, demon realm, and ghost realm opposite them were already eyeing them greedily.
Chu Lingwei stood beside her Master, looking at the demon, ghost, and monster realms before her, her eyes filled with coldness.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect to see such a grand scene again."
A laugh rang out, almost shaking Chu Lingwei and the others to their souls, though it lasted only for a moment.
"Xuan Yuan?"
A stream of spiritual energy radiating golden light shot towards the demon realm. The laughter stopped instantly, and a bloodthirsty voice roared towards the sky.
Upon hearing her senior brother's name, Chu Lingwei immediately looked up and saw a figure in white descending from the sky, landing steadily before their Spiritual Cultivation Academy.
"Senior Brother," Chu Lingwei whispered. She was so glad to see her senior brother unharmed.
Leng Xingzhi turned his head, his eyes filled with emotion as he glanced at Chu Lingwei. Chu Lingwei saw reassurance in her senior brother's gaze; he wanted her not to worry.
"It's a pity I let you escape."
Leng Xingzhi's voice held a hint of regret as he swept his gaze over the demon, ghost, and monster realms before him. "Back then, you were driven to the desolate lands, and it seems you still haven't learned your lesson."
"Xuan Yuan, today I will make these people be buried with you."
Xuan Shang's eyes were filled with hatred. He, the dignified Demon King, had been almost destroyed by a foolish creature that was neither demon nor god. Today, he would make these people help him return to the God Realm.
"Xuan Shang, if you do not stop now, today will be your day of death, utter annihilation." Xuan Yuan's voice was clear and cold, echoing throughout the skies of the Profound Heaven Continent like incantations, causing Xuan Shang's body to grow progressively darker.
"Then I shall try. Today is my ascension, or your death."
It was then that Chu Lingwei truly saw the person speaking with her senior brother. He was no longer the gentle figure he once was, his entire body enveloped in a dark aura, yet tinged with crimson.
His aura was far more powerful than the demons beneath him.
He was an ancient demon, and the demon realm of the Profound Heaven Continent could not be compared to him.
"Wei Wei, be careful."
Chu Lingwei was communicating with Huan Mao, asking if there was any way to destroy the opponent, when she heard a telepathic message from her senior brother.
"Senior Brother, you must live." Hearing her senior brother's voice, Chu Lingwei's heart ached.
She did not want her senior brother to die.
Leng Xingzhi's low laughter echoed in her mind. "Wei Wei, all the spiritual energy in your cave dwelling has been drawn away. I will definitely leave some to compensate you."
"Wait for me to return."
Leng Xingzhi's voice grew fainter as a collision of spiritual energy erupted in the sky, filling it with tremors.
This was divine power in the first place.
Chu Lingwei seemed to hear the exclamation of Ancestor Chonghua.
"All who offend my Profound Heaven Continent shall die."
At this moment, their Master Beichen Feng's voice rang out like a war horn in the sky.
As the words fell, Chu Lingwei saw her Master step onto his artifact and deliver a heavy blow to the demon race opposite them.
"Kill."
Chu Lingwei's eyes sharpened. She said to Shui Yi, Huan Mao, and Feng Ming beside her, "There are no friends on the battlefield, do not hold back."
"Good."
Upon hearing Wei Wei's words, Feng Ming became excited. It had been a long time since he had a good slaughter.
Chu Lingwei gripped her ancient bronze sword and, without hesitation, charged towards the demon realm.
This was because she sensed a malevolent aura from the demon race.
The great battle was on the verge of erupting, with spiritual energy and blood intertwined.
Wielding an ancient divine artifact, Chu Lingwei always stood at the forefront. All the demons who charged at her met their end beneath the ancient bronze sword.
This battle raged on for an entire day, showing no signs of stopping.
Chu Lingwei looked up at the sky, which flickered intermittently. Her ancient bronze sword seemed to have returned from a bloody campaign; wherever it passed, nothing survived.
"Xuan Yuan, we are brothers. Why must we fight so fiercely?"
Xuan Shang retreated slowly. His current body was too weak. If he continued to fight, he would surely die at Xuan Yuan's hands.
"You have pursued me for thousands of years." Xuan Yuan chuckled upon hearing this. "If you hadn't persistently attacked, I wouldn't have become this powerful."
"Xuan Yuan, do you intend to stay here forever?" Killing intent flashed in Xuan Shang's eyes as he said coldly, "You should know that the longer we stay here, the more our cultivation will be depleted. At that point, we truly won't be able to return to the Divine Realm."
"So..." So, this was Xuan Shang's true intention.
"I have a way to help us return to the God Realm." Xuan Shang's eyes held a look of determination. He disdained everything here; his true goal was to return to the God Realm, where he could once again experience the thrill of power.
"You want to use everyone here as stepping stones for yourself?"
The sword in Xuan Yuan's hand began to vibrate. Xuan Shang had spent thousands of years scheming, all to use the spiritual power of the cultivators of the Profound Heaven Continent to help him return to the God Realm.
"Not just me. Xuan Yuan, let's leave together." This was a condition no one could refuse.