This year, chaos reigns in the Nine Heavens.

The Northern Demon Emperor has emerged, his blood boiling, almost tearing through the Ninth Road. News spread, shocking all under heaven.

The Demon Emperor Guang Xiaoyu, with a little girl, starts a campaign on the Eighth Road.

Some members of the Wuji Sect stand on the Ancient Road, only one person, yet they intimidate that path.

An ancient king steps out from the Ancient City...

A terrifying existence.

The Wuji Sect's Sword Body Mo Wuwei battles him, their clash lasts for months, casting the skies into darkness, the sun and moon lose light, almost destroying the First Road.

Eventually, the king of the Ancient City pins Mo Wuwei in the void.

Everyone is shocked.

News returns to the Wuji Sect, the entire sect is shaken.

Zhuge Wushuang's face turns ashen.

Hongxiu remains silent.

Yu Changfeng sighs lightly, saying nothing.

Afterward, a large number of Golden Soldiers burst out from deep within the Ancient Road, Divine Clan powerhouses begin to descend, and young geniuses come forth incessantly.

An era of chaos is unfolding.

Over half a year later, the Northern Demon Emperor Wuxian vanishes from the Ninth Road.

The Demon Emperor Guang Xiaoyu also disappears without a trace.

Chen Shixian and Yue Wuxia have long been lurking in the dark, watching the changes. They have premonitions of a terrifying upheaval coming.

Darkness will engulf this old land.

November skies.

Autumn winds howl, fallen leaves carpeting this world.

A sudden snowstorm descends.

The chill pierces the heart.

The Shadow delivers messages back to the Wuji Sect: "The second king has appeared."

The Wuji Sect's leadership is astonished.

The previous king changed the entire battle situation, and now... the second king is about to emerge, yet they still cannot make a move to avoid certain consequences.

On the Ancient Road, in a certain corner.

Guang Xiaoyu chuckles lightly: "Just a mere king, this emperor will go to slay him."

An, with big eyes, tugs at her clothing: "Madam, don't go."

"Rest assured, madam will be fine, you wait here." After speaking, she looks at Mao Qiu and Blackhead Duck: "You two creatures protect An, if she loses a single hair, this emperor will burn you."

......

The Seventh Road, the first station, a few hundred miles away.

There is an Ancient City.

This is the area Wen Qingshan is responsible for defending, everything was fine at first, then... Mo Wuwei was defeated, pinned in the void by that king.

The whole situation changes dramatically, many strong ones pour in here, Divine Clan talents also start to descend, by now, he's gradually feeling overwhelmed.

At this moment!

Inside a noodle shop.

"Strange, other Ancient Roads have people guarding them, why is there no one on the Seventh Road?"

"Could it be? Already dead?"

"This..."

People are discussing.

Just as Wen Qingshan is here eating noodles, hearing such comments, he glares immediately, feeling indignant: "Am I not human?"

He came earlier than others because he was the first thrown out.

But he hides better than others.

Already arranged numerous Void Skills along the Ancient Road, should strong enemies strike, he immediately departs, never giving them a chance for a direct confrontation.

Dragged into the void, the battle can be handed over to the Emperor Spirit, forcing it to act.

If the Void Skills don't work, then... he might personally act, but always sneakily, seldom achieving open and respectable feats.

In short, he will never expose himself easily, letting the Seventh Road become the target of all, at that point, the forces from the Ancient City would only send more strong ones.

Heh heh!

I'm really clever.

Wen Qingshan looks smug.

Yet at this time, a message rings in his ears: "It's said, the second king will come to the Seventh Road."

Wen Qingshan: "???"

The wind and snow are heavy and bustling.

Hearing this news, Wen Qingshan is completely stunned, having lurked for so long, seeing the battle situation about to calm down, but... a king comes?

Like the one on the First Road?

What king?

Wen Qingshan pricks up his ears.

"Snow King... do you see the snow outside?" A middle-aged man solemnly and gravely: "It's said this king, wherever he goes, snow falls in the world."

Others are in awe: "How come I haven't heard of it?"

"He comes from the Heavens." The man speaks.

"Divine Clan?"

"Yes..." The man says: "Chaos, Ancient Road upheaval, Nine Heavens in great chaos, hope the Wuji Sect can hold them back."

"Wuzhou also has quite a few forces!"

"They won't make a move, they've long hidden, beginning to isolate themselves."

"Damn it, these people are really shameless, clearly having strength, yet unwilling to fight for the Human Clan, have they forgotten they are also human?"

"It's said... quite a few forces have already sided with the Ancient City."

"..."

Only the Southern Diaspora land is slightly desolate, without ancient forces, but Huangzhou and Wuzhou have many, yet most have already joined the Ancient City, willing to become its claws.

If they continue to hide, fine, just afraid they'll light fires in the backyard.

But...

There's one thing worth pondering, if Wuji Sect, without Qingfeng's line and Wen Yuqing's relationship, perhaps... there wouldn't be this turmoil, would there?

This is the thinking of a few people.

Many are relatively rational, the existence of Wuji Sect and Wen Yuqing does not affect the Divine Clan's slaughter of the Human Clan.

This is a deep-rooted mindset over the years.

Wen Qingshan is numb, sounds like the Seventh Road's situation is the worst!

Internal and external troubles.

Wuzhou forces in the back, ready to stab any time, a king in the front, along with many strong ones from the stations.

Damn!

Thinking of this, Wen Qingshan excitedly stands, slapping the table: "I need reinforcements."

Clatter!

Everyone turns to him, puzzled.

Wen Qingshan quickly calms down, chuckles awkwardly: "Just joking, just joking, carry on."

They only glance at Wen Qingshan, not paying much attention.

"Do you think, who on earth is guarding the Seventh Road? Why hasn't there been any movement?" Someone asks.

"Probably looks ugly, afraid to show face."

"I guess too, maybe already dead, not a very strong guy."

As they speak...

Outside, the wind and snow suddenly stop.

A snow-white demon beast steps out from the Ancient Road, tens of yards high, standing on four legs, resembling a tiger yet not a tiger, its face more fierce, its body more robust and muscular.

Two sharp fangs, clearly visible, eyes cold and strange, entire body exuding waves of chill.

On the demon beast's back is a youth of about ten, in a white robe, with a delicate face, looking clean yet with a cold expression.

A group of Golden Soldiers closely follows behind.

Snow King?

Can't be, so young?

Probably not...

Passersby glance sideways, then flee from here.

In the Ancient City, many practitioners sense it, then come out to see. Upon seeing that demon beast, they gasp.

Wen Qingshan is also in the crowd.

The middle-aged man beside him utters two words: "It's here."

"Who is this person?" Wen Qingshan asks.

"The Snow King's disciple, a genius of the Divine Clan." The man looks grave: "His action signifies the Snow King will act soon."

Ow ow ow!

I need reinforcements.

Wen Qingshan screams inwardly: "Damn it, Hongxiu, hurry and send me hundreds of strong ones!" He scans around, trying to find the Shadow's presence.

But how could he know who the Shadow is?

Hasn't ever seen them.

Suddenly, he spots a few familiar figures, Liu Changqing, Alan... aren't these two Chen Pingping's friends?