Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage
Chapter 294 - 280: Continuing Without a Title

Chapter 294: Chapter 280: Continuing Without a Title

Why do the mortals tread so lightly, as if afraid to awaken someone?

Why does our mood weigh heavy, who is it that disquiets our heart!

Why are the heavens shedding tears?

Why does the great earth weep blood across the profound yellow?

Why even the pines and cypresses are stirred with emotion?

Bursts of thunder roll over my grave, like applause, yet not applause.

No one wishes to sleep forever at the moment they reach the pinnacle.

Do not comfort me, the eternally slumbering one, with "the eternal Green Emperor." Perhaps one day, wrinkles may grow on my tombstone, taking the place of me and mimicking the visage I’ve long yearned for. O mortals, who kneel before my grave, better to remain silent; those who revere me must stay silent just like I do.

Only when the thunder rolls by does it resemble the echoes from the ancient battlefield.

Or perhaps, the cries from our dead hearts.

...

I am Ling Weiyang, the eternal Green Emperor, a Green Lotus who fought across the heavens!

Can the tears shed by the Green Lotus move your heart of stone?

All beings are now awakening, the moment of survival is upon us.

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The eternal Green Emperor, a Green Lotus who fought across the heavens, led the mortals to victory, defeating countless Chaos Heaven Demons. He suffered severe injuries in the laws of the Heavenly Dao, but endured for over a hundred thousand years for the prophecy left by Fuxi, all to wait for Wukong to retrieve the River Map and Luo Book. Does anyone remember the sorrow of the Green Emperor?

Holy Emperor Fuxi, arranging the Eight Trigrams in the void, divined past, present, and future, looking for a glimmer of hope for the Earth Immortal Realm, burning his Primordial Spirit Thoughts, ultimately perishing. Does anyone know of Fuxi’s sacrifice?

Goddess Nuwa, with tears of blood, mended the heavens, sacrificed herself for righteousness, defending the peace of the Earth Immortal Realm for a hundred thousand years, her flesh turning into blood rain. Did anyone witness the blood and tears of Nuwa?

So many people, including nameless heroes, have thus settled into dust, their lingering souls unable to recall their own names. How desolate is that? Why, oh you numb people, have you forgotten the suffering and tears of your ancestors, the eight hundred years of struggle trivialized by your careless words and written records.

Countless cultivators weep. In their pursuit of raising their cultivation levels, shouldn’t they set up a rank for their ancestors? Shouldn’t they take time to write a classic that will pass down to generations... At this moment, they all feel ashamed, having forgotten their ancestors, forgetting that it was they who brought about peace.

The yellow earth of the Earth Immortal Realm, how many hopes and despairs of the ancestors are buried there? How much blood and tears?

The Victorious Fighting Buddha presses his hands together in prayer, filled with sorrow and compassion, slowly says, "These are the lingering thoughts of our ancestors, awakened by us."

Ying Zheng leads countless Heavenly Soldiers, the Son of Heaven’s sword unsheathed, pointing directly to the skies, crying out, "Kill! Sharpen my swift sword, battle against the heavens, weep blood in the profound yellow! Fight for our ancestors, for the Earth Immortal Realm."

He leads the charge, soaring high into the sky, his Path of Emperors already at Great Perfection, at the peak of Primordial Golden Immortal cultivation level.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The fierce momentum and murderous will intertwine, swathes of Heavenly Soldiers clad in silver armor soar into the sky, transforming into streams of silver galaxies, rushing towards the depths of the Celestial Realm.

Wukong swings the Heavenly Mechanism Staff, shouting, "Kill! Spill my hot blood, decapitate the enemy, protect our homeland, guard the spirits of our ancestors! Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Countless members of the Demon Tribe cultivators bellow, their killing intent soaring to the skies, each stepping on clouds, forming vast battle arrays, closely following the countless Heavenly Soldiers.

Subsequently, many cultivators assembled into formidable formations at the call of the Saint, soaring towards the sky.

One could see, "Banners of five colors, killing intent shrouding the heavens. Bright and dazzling swords, spears, halberds, and blades; gleaming and flashing forks, hammers, axes, and clubs. Troops leaped vigorously, like mighty tigers descending from the mountains; warhorses neighed loudly, resembling dragons leaving isolated islands. With this departure, slay the Heavenly Demons to secure the world below, uniting Yuan to achieve the foremost merit."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The surge of Mana, like thunder, billions of cultivators rose upon clouds.

Wukong caught sight of Yuan Tiangang and Li Shimin and walked over to greet them, having not seen them for a long while.

Yuan Tiangang asked, "Where is Xue Li?"

Wukong replied, "Xue Li leads the Heavenly Court’s vanguard army, already headed forward with his men."

Xue Rengui was quite skilled in arranging troops and organizing commands. It was impossible for these billion-strong forces to fight in disarray; order was essential to achieve great effectiveness.

Now as old friends gathered, there was no longer much to say, for this was a moment of life or death.

The number one Demon God, peering through the Chaos Qi observed the Earth Immortal Realm, and slowly said, "This momentum is so strong, it’s the first time we’ve encountered such in history."

In previous world-destroying events, billions of cultivators did rise to fight back, but never with the valor and momentum shown by the Earth Immortal Realm.

One could say, it was because they lacked an ancestor like Nuwa, a guide like the Green Emperor, a Saint like Fuxi.

The cohesion of a nation hinges on the deeds of its ancestors.

The emergence of the Green Emperor, Fuxi, Xuanyuan, and the Flame Emperor ignited the passion within the hearts of billions of cultivators, making them willing to cast aside their heads and shed their blood.

The battles within the Celestial Realm were extremely intense. Ten Heavenly Dao Saint Realm-level Chaos Heaven Demons broke through, and in the blink of an eye, they slaughtered thousands of Primordial Golden Immortal-level beasts, after which a swarm of Heavenly Demons rushed up to feast on the flesh and blood.

"Cackle! The Earth Immortal Realm must perish this time, my endless army of Heavenly Demons is rushing here, numbering over ten trillion!"

One trillion is a quintillion, ten trillion is ten quintillion!

The Earth Immortal Realm has at most one quintillion cultivators, while the Heavenly Demon army outnumbers them tenfold, a truly terrifying force.

Next, they saw a great force surge towards the sky, with unending killing intent and blood light erupting, sending tremors through them.

The ten Heavenly Dao Saint Realm-level Heavenly Demons stood with grave expressions, hands behind their backs.

Ying Zheng led a force of a hundred billion Heavenly Soldiers, each fierce as dragons and tigers, wielding sharp weapons, and exuding a murderous aura! A desperate army will prevail; inheriting the spirit and hope of their ancestors, they felt sorrow in their hearts and were bound to unleash their strongest combat power. Xue Rengui rode a White Tiger at the front of the formation, standing tall with his blade, commanding the hundred billion Heavenly Soldiers.

Each battle formation was led by experts like the Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix, Qilin, Bai Xundao, Vermilion Bird, Xuan Wu, Guanyin, Manjushri, serving as commanders. The Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix cried out loudly; in the Ancient wars, it had suffered a great Dao injury, and had it not been for the Deification Platform, it would have died long ago. Now, the time had come once more to confront the Chaos Heaven Demons, reminiscent of the Ancient times when war raged, and blood boiled, with the faces of old comrades flashing before its eyes.

"Roar!"

The Qilin let out a Qilin Roar, shaking the Nine Heavens, amidst thunder and lightning. Its eyes glowed red, as if it had spotted its natural enemy.

The elders of the Demon Tribe roared; they were facing their nemesis, an enemy they had battled since the Ancient Times. Upon meeting once again, their animosity was naturally intense!

"These old bones are still alive!" exclaimed a Chaos Heaven Demon who had survived the ancient battle.

"How could we die if you don’t!" roared the Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix.

Kunpeng, watching his old friend from above, couldn’t help but sigh.

If it weren’t for the phoenix’s Dao injury and its ascension to the Deification Platform, that position of a Saint would undoubtedly have been his.

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

As for the outcome, please listen to the explanation in the next part. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)