“What Heaven’s Court fears most is that the Demon Race still maintains their extraordinary strength. Your Highness must not ally with the Western Spirit Mountain,” White Ze’s warning echoed in the vast hall.

In the spacious grand hall, atop the elevated throne, Master Lu Ya, who had taken the form of an elderly Daoist, supported his forehead with one hand, feeling inexplicably irritated as he recalled White Ze’s admonition.

Beside the elevated platform, more than ten elderly demons sat quietly. Most of them now carried expressions of shock and excitement, all because of the ragged-robed elderly Daoist speaking eloquently below the platform…

“…Your Highness Crown Prince, currently you only need to deploy a small force to pressure the Northern Continent’s Shaman Tribe, and it will be enough to throw Heaven’s Court into disarray.

Now that Heaven’s Court wishes to incorporate the Netherworld, they cannot ignore the Northern Continent’s Shaman Tribe. When the time comes, we only need to send our main army from behind to encircle the battlefield, and we can inflict pain on Heaven’s Court.

This humble one knows Your Highness doesn’t wish to engage in full-scale war with Heaven’s Court, but rather awaits such an opportunity to make Heaven’s Court acknowledge the difficulties and negotiate with Your Highness. This humble one’s visit today is not to urge Your Highness to declare total war against Heaven’s Court.

Heaven’s Court is backed by the Heavenly Way and is destined to prosper. Previously, some mediocre talents from our Western Region attempted to suppress Heaven’s Court’s prosperity – a grave error indeed, which also caused Heaven’s Court to harbor complaints against our Western Region. This was certainly not the intention of our two Masters.

All in Primordial Chaos know that our Western Region is impoverished, lacking in spiritual fortune.

This humble one merely wishes for our Western Region to secure some divine positions within Heaven’s Court, to increase some fortune for our Spirit Mountain. Nothing more than that, no other demands.”

The ragged-robed elderly Daoist paused his speech and looked up at Master Lu Ya on the throne. His gaunt face carried a faint smile, giving people a sense of friendliness and kindness.

“This humble one also knows that Your Highness Crown Prince may have reservations about joining hands with our Spirit Mountain.”

As he spoke, the elderly Daoist took out a package from his sleeve and used spiritual power to push it toward the elevated platform.

The package unwrapped itself as it flew forward, its contents emanating golden light. A vast heavenly might rippled throughout the hall, revealing the great seal within.

The Demon Emperor’s Imperial Seal!

Lu Ya and the ten-plus elderly demons suddenly stood up. The elderly demons struggled to control their impulse to reach out as the great seal landed in Master Lu Ya’s extended right hand.

The ragged-robed elderly Daoist smiled and said:

“The items promised to the Demon Race by Junior Brother Earth Treasury last time, this humble one has brought them for everyone.

Junior Brother Earth Treasury lost by one move to the Water God, causing heavy casualties among the Demon Race, and has already been reprimanded by our Master.

That Heaven’s Court’s Water God is truly difficult to deal with…

Your Highness Crown Prince, you surely don’t believe that the Water God will spare your life just because you take the initiative to negotiate peace?

Don’t forget the Battle of Demon Ascension Mountain – how ruthless were his methods?

He is different from you and me. He is human, and a human born after ancient times, naturally harboring hatred toward the Demon Race.

Everyone should carefully consider this. This humble one won’t force anyone to join hands with us, but simply feels that:

In this world, although humans are the protagonists, there should still be a small space for survival for us beings who came from the remote and ancient past.

Don’t you all agree?”

As the ragged-robed elderly Daoist’s voice fell, the grand hall fell into silence.

Near the hall entrance, Master Wen Jing leaned against a stone pillar with folded arms. Beside him, a silver-haired young woman held a precious sword, head lowered in silence.

Wen Jing’s lips carried a slight smile, but he couldn’t help wondering in his heart…

‘I wonder if the aura I deliberately left behind earlier was detected by Lord Water God.

Given Lord Water God’s temperament, he should be monitoring this place at all times.

Tsk, another Great Sage’s disciple has emerged from seclusion and begun to intervene in the conflict between the Western Teaching and the Dao School. These past two years, rumors have been spreading within the Western Teaching about an impending great tribulation for the Dao School – who knows if it’s true or false.

Indeed, it’s the unchanging Lord Water God versus the ever-changing Western Sage disciples.

Perhaps in a few days, this elderly Daoist will be carried away, and Lord Water God will calmly say to Spirit Mountain:

Next.’

The smile on Master Wen Jing’s lips gradually turned alluring.

“Auntie Wen,” the young woman transmitted her voice, “which being do we need to slay this time?”

Wen Jing’s smile stiffened – how many times had she said it, call her Queen!

“Just call me Sister, don’t keep using Auntie,” Wen Jing transmitted back, “It’s too early for combat, don’t rush. The outside world isn’t as simple as Blood Sea; here it’s about schemes and mind games.”

“Oh,” the Rakshasa woman responded, her silver-white hair flowing like water, retreating into her cloak as she put on the hood, “Then I’ll rest, Auntie Wen.”

A cross-shaped vein popped up on Wen Jing’s forehead, but she didn’t say anything more. She continued leaning against the stone pillar with folded arms, her enchanting figure faintly visible, listening to that elderly Daoist continue deceiving the foolish Demon Race.

Why call them foolish?

That elderly Daoist had already spoken so much, yet these so-called Demon Race experts hadn’t questioned his identity at all…

Finally, at least the Demon Race Crown Prince still maintained some sense, asking just before they were about to establish another alliance and officially join hands:

“Senior, how should we address you?”

The ragged-robed elderly Daoist smiled slightly and said calmly: “My Master is the Western Sage, my name is Virtual Bodhi.”

…

What exactly is an auspicious beast?

To sense disaster in the Northern Continent’s north half a year in advance, even before the ‘disaster initiator’ had formed the thought, purely through the operation of the Heavenly Way, predicting the coming of disaster…

This was a kind of intuition, though one that could be traced.

Li Changshou truly couldn’t help but envy White Ze’s divine ability.

How could the gap between beings be so vast?

When White Ze used this divine ability on himself, he could avoid disaster in time, sensing trouble and escaping promptly.

Now helping Li Changshou the Water God as ‘support’, could produce remarkable effects.

Heaven’s Court made preparations half a year in advance, and the Northern Continent’s Shaman Tribe received Li Changshou’s warning before the Demon Race made any moves, completing initial deployments according to Li Changshou’s defense plan.

Next would be waiting for the Demon Race to deliver themselves.

On the third day after Wen Jing, that unfamiliar Spirit Mountain expert and the silver-haired young woman appeared in Demon Race territory, hundreds of Demon Kings gathered at an unimportant peak.

Master Lu Ya didn’t appear, but more than ten ancient renowned demons of the Demon Race appeared together, making the entire Demon Race boil with excitement, sweeping away the previous dejected mood caused by Heaven’s Court’s psychological warfare.

However, today these renowned demons of the Demon Race, after criticizing Heaven’s Court’s lack of righteousness for a few sentences, suddenly turned the topic to the ancient Shaman-Demon War.

The highly respected Master Lu in the Demon Race stepped forward, made three bows to Heaven and Earth, and shouted:

“The Shaman Tribe is brutal, bullying us who are kind and gentle. Today the Shaman Tribe still gathers strength in the Northern Continent, intending to sweep us away and hunt throughout Primordial Chaos once again!

To protect the clarity of Heaven and Earth, and for the souls of heroes who died tragically at the hands of the Shaman Tribe in ancient times, today our Demon Race raises an army to march north and punish the remnants of the Shaman Tribe!

Let the light of righteousness shine once again upon the land of Primordial Chaos!”

The older generation of the Demon Race mostly understood – they were using the Shaman Tribe to force Heaven’s Court to act;

The younger generation of demons who didn’t understand much about the situation of Heaven and Earth were now hot-blooded, all shouting loudly.

For a time, at the border of the Northern Continent, demon qi rolled and surged, blocking out the sky and sun, condensing into a huge three-legged golden crow phantom in the Nine Heavens, the situation suddenly escalating!

Underground, Li Changshou’s paper clone observed from ‘multiple angles’ and secretly shook his head.

The Western Teaching was truly too ruthless.

To desire its destruction, first make it mad – this was directly pushing the Demon Race onto a path of no return.

That Western Teaching Sage’s disciple, whose back was all that could be seen, must be a formidable character who had never shown their face before.

Just these few statements claiming moral righteousness – judging by this group of demons’ previous behavior, they absolutely couldn’t have come up with such declarations. They lacked both the confidence and perspective. These words most likely came from that Western Teaching Sage’s disciple.

But thinking carefully, what did these few statements represent?

The Demon Race wanted to ‘carry out Heaven’s will,’ to compete with Heaven’s Court for moral authority. Just these few declarations would be enough for Li Changshou to wake the Jade Emperor and make Heaven’s Court wage full-scale war against the Demon Race.

Of course, that would also mean Heaven’s Court would suffer severe losses while defeating the enemy – they would certainly be greatly weakened.

“Let’s take it steady,” Li Changshou sighed, continuing to monitor the Demon Race’s movements and inspect Heaven’s Court’s various deployments.

His thinking had to remain as clear as ever.

He needed to strike after the enemy made their move. This time, while not seeking to annihilate the Demon Race’s army, he still needed to take down some of their elite forces and rewrite the balance of power between Heaven’s Court and the Demon Race’s experts.

Two days later, the Demon Race mobilized their army.

A total of one-third of the Demon Race left their gathering place in the Northern Continent. An army composed of a hundred Demon Kings, several thousand Demon experts, and hundreds of thousands of Demon soldiers set out from the Northern Continent’s border, heading straight for the Western Sea.

The demon soldiers’ strength varied greatly, with most barely in the Yuan Immortal realm. Directly crossing through the Northern Continent’s most poisonous miasma regions would kill more than half of them.

As for the Northern Continent’s Shaman Tribe, because some Ancient Great Shamans had previously caused trouble by supporting Chi You in contending against Yellow Emperor Xuan Yuan for the position of Human Emperor, they suffered a backlash from human destiny. Their strength inherited from ancient times was greatly damaged. Now facing this demon army alone, they could only resist temporarily, completely outmatched.

Moreover, according to Li Changshou’s observations, during the demon army’s march toward the Western Sea, tens of thousands of true demon elites had already entered the Northern Continent’s miasma, led by hundreds of genuine demon experts, slowly pressing toward the Shaman Tribe’s gathering place.

Adding in those demon powerhouses who could arrive before the battle started, as well as those like Lu Ya who possessed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife…

Ambush on all sides, surrounded from eight directions – the word ‘danger’ above the Shaman Tribe’s head was already glowing red.

Li Changshou secretly arranged troops and formations, his paper clones already returning to the Netherworld and Northern Sea Dragon Palace.

The Dragon Race harbored a ‘grudge at first sight’ against the Western Region and this time they also carried considerable resentment. The Eastern Sea Dragon Palace’s experts had almost all emerged, protecting the Northern Sea’s sea eye and providing expert support for Heaven’s Court.

Now in the Four Seas, because the Western Teaching had stopped supporting the few restless forces among the Sea Race, the Sea Race rebellion had gradually subsided. The Sea Race once again became a force not to be underestimated in the Dragon Race’s hands.

However, the Sea Race’s overall strength was relatively weak. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals would suffer great power reduction after leaving the water, and the Dragon Race’s ‘Immortal Dragon Soldiers’ – now called ‘Black Dragon Soldiers’ – also needed to guard the remaining three sea eyes.

Therefore, Li Changshou only mobilized Dragon Race experts for direct combat this time.

Of course, to be safe, just a few days ago, he had secretly arranged a mixed army of a million Sea Race troops and shrimp-crab soldiers to quietly arrive beneath the Northern Sea’s solid ice.

If in the upcoming battle, the Heaven’s Army was routed and the Shaman Tribe suffered heavy casualties, he would use his Water God position to trigger a great tsunami, letting the million-strong Sea Race army flood these demons.

However, this move would be extremely harmful to the Northern Continent’s beings, destroying its ecology and damaging Primordial Chaos’s biodiversity. It would inevitably harm the Shaman Tribe and pose little threat to demon experts.

Unless necessary, Li Changshou would not wave the Water God’s treasure.

Judging by the demon army’s current marching speed, they would reach the Shaman Tribe’s gathering place in about two days;

Adding the time needed for the demon army to organize, in about three days, a bloody battle would appear in the northern part of the North Continent.

While monitoring various locations, Li Changshou was also carefully considering in his heart whether there were any errors or deficiencies in his arrangements and deployments.

At this time, White Ze again played a rather important role!

This man and beast spent half a day researching together. Li Changshou directly used immortal power to condense a sand table, using various colored flags as pieces to represent different forces, carefully simulating subsequent battles with White Ze.

The first battle simulation in Primordial Chaos!

White Ze had an extremely deep understanding of the Demon Race. With him acting as the ‘commander’ for the demon side, it was very close to how the Demon Race would actually perform.

They played chess against each other, considering the Western Teaching’s influence, attacking and defending the northern lands of the North Continent. After more than ten repeated simulations, White Ze lost every time.

However, the losses suffered by Heaven’s Court, the Netherworld, the Shaman Tribe, and the Dragon Palace varied each time.

In the most tragic scenario, six or seven out of ten Shamans died, and Heaven’s Court’s prepared army of several hundred thousand suffered thirty percent casualties…

These two beings discussed for another half day, perfecting Li Changshou’s main plan and backup plans, giving Li Changshou’s heart more stability.

Li Changshou smiled and said: “Having Master White’s assistance is truly Heaven’s Court’s fortune.”

But White Ze said: “If Water God had been born in ancient times and served the Human Emperor, who knows how magnificent the great war between Ancient Shamans, Demons, and Humans would have been.”

“Once war breaks out, living beings suffer,” Li Changshou said seriously. “This matter cannot be described as magnificent.”

“Yes,” White Ze made a Daoist bow, “This poor Daoist’s wording was inappropriate.

Water God, this poor one has another strategy that can break the Demon Race’s morale and reduce Heaven’s Court’s losses.”

Li Changshou slightly frowned, already knowing what strategy White Ze was referring to.

He asked: “Does Master White truly look down so much on the current Demon Race?”

White Ze’s eyes carried some gloom as he said softly: “This poor one retired at the Demon Court’s peak and shouldn’t say these things.

But this poor one’s friends in the Demon Race, the beings this poor one admired, have all perished along with the Demon Court.

This poor one actually can’t stand these contemptible ones who were cowardly at the end of ancient times, but now raise the Demon Court’s banner for their benefit.

It was after interacting with them that Lu Ya, a youth whose hatred had already faded, gradually became like this…

Ah, let’s not speak of it.

Water God, this battle can be considered this poor one’s first contribution to the Human Teaching. We can’t receive the Sage’s protection for nothing.”

Li Changshou smiled and said: “Let me consider it.”

“Very well.”

White Ze let out a light sigh. The two figures exchanged Daoist bows, and Li Changshou returned to Little Qiong Peak.

The paper clone sat in the elixir room while his true body stretched in the underground secret chamber, went before the Great Clarity Sage’s portrait, lit three high incense sticks, performed a great ceremony, and quietly waited for the Sage’s Dao rhythm to appear.

A moment later…

No response?

Li Changshou blinked, just about to speak when he felt faint ripples in the space beside him. Two streams of spiritual thoughts drilled into his Dao’s heart, transforming into familiar voices with distinct characteristics:

“Hahaha! Little disciple! Your Tower Lord is here to protect you again! Want to take down Burning Lamp?”

“How have you been lately?”

Heaven Earth Mysterious Yellow Linglong Treasure Tower!

Strong Genuine Space Ruler!

Li Changshou’s Dao heart shook – the magical treasures sent by the Sage Lord had already given him a clear answer!

If only given the Tower Lord, it would mean he should focus on strategy, protecting himself without personally entering battle to kill enemies.

But with the Space Ruler coming together, this meant he should represent Heaven’s Court’s side in battle, alleviating to some degree Heaven’s Court’s awkward situation of lacking experts.

It seems this time they would have to redefine ‘Heaven’s Court civil official’ again.

Li Changshou gripped the Space Ruler, directly collected the Mysterious Yellow Tower into his body, made a deep bow to the Sage’s portrait, and then turned and stepped out of the secret chamber.

Since he had already received Sage’s permission, those few trump cards that hadn’t been revealed during the battle simulations with White Ze could now be used when the formal battle began.

…

Two days later.

At the eastern mighty pass of Fengdu City in the Netherworld, Ox Head gripped the jade talisman in his hand, his gaze full of determination as he waved toward the front.

Behind him, over a thousand muscular figures with surging blood energy stepped forward simultaneously, soon running at full speed across the Netherworld’s ground, raising clouds of dust.

At Heaven’s Court, the Heavenly River Navy’s station.

A hundred thousand Heavenly River naval troops and three hundred thousand elite Heaven’s Army soldiers had already organized and were ready to move. East Wood Duke stood quietly at the front of the formation, waiting for the jade talisman in his hand to light up.

Ao Yi and Bian Zhuang stood behind East Wood Duke at this moment, standing silently with dozens of Heaven’s Court generals, all waiting for the order to march.

In the Northern Sea Dragon Palace, under the ice pillars, wave after wave of shrimp soldiers and crab generals shivered in the icy black seawater, waiting for military orders that might never reach them.

In these waters, azure dragons swam slowly, and under their scale-covered eyelids were dragon eyes carrying cold hatred…

Outside the heavens, before the only entrance to the Holy Mother Palace.

A cloud ship slowly floated out, carrying several laughing immortal maidens, drifting leisurely toward the Five Regions.