Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 681 - 685: Going to War_1

「Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court.」

Inside the royal study, Qin Wudao was buried in paperwork, dealing with state affairs. Since ascending to the second heaven, it had been three months, and he had barely rested. On one hand, numerous forces were vying for the Immortal Elixir. On the other, the powerhouses of the Extreme Demonic Palace had made their moves. Additionally, the human race in the Red Dragon Starfield had descended into a great war. All these matters silently reminded Qin Wudao that the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court was in an extremely perilous situation, allowing him no moment of laxity.

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Nie Zheng walked in silently and saluted respectfully. "I have just received intelligence that a legion from the Extreme Demonic Palace is heading towards the Central Star Domain!"

Qin Wudao looked up, his brow slightly furrowed. With a wave of his right hand, he scattered countless points of starlight, forming a map of the Red Dragon Starfield. Innumerable stars within it rotated and shifted positions in a regular pattern. This star map was the 'Map of the Myriad Stars and Heavens,' a reward from the system after he conquered the Astral Dao Domain.

The Central Star Domain is within the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court's sphere of influence, Qin Wudao mused. Apart from my Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court, all other factions there are vassals of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court! The Extreme Demonic Palace is currently at war with the Sky Sword Pavilion, so they can't possibly attack the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court. That means their target can only be... the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court!

His thoughts raced, his gaze turning icy. A majestic imperial might surged from his imposing figure, causing Nie Zheng, who had come to report, to feel immense pressure.

"Issue an edict! Summon Zhao Yun, Lv Bu, and Li Yuanba for counsel!" Qin Wudao quickly composed himself and commanded with dignity.

"As you command!" Nie Zheng saluted and hurried away.

「...」

「Sky Sword Pavilion.」

Under the leadership of the three Sword Holding Ancestors, after a week of slaughter, all forces that had betrayed the human race were exterminated. Countless Human Warriors lost their heads, and from a distance, the Eastern Star Domain could be seen glowing with a faint, bloody light.

Inside the suspended grand hall, dozens of powerhouses, wreathed in bloody light and exuding palpable killing intent, stood around a star map, discussing their plan to attack the Extreme Demonic Palace.

"Ancestor, we've received intelligence from the front lines! The Extreme Demonic Palace has dispatched troops!" However, before they could finalize their strategy, a deacon responsible for intelligence gathering walked in, his expression grave as he delivered the report.

"Such audacity!" The primary Sword Holding Ancestor erupted in fury. No longer in the mood for discussions, he roared like an enraged lion, "Disciples of the Sword Control Peak, Wild Sword Peak, and Armament Sword Peak, heed my order! Follow me to the front lines to slay the enemy!"

There were five major peaks within the Sky Sword Pavilion. Mobilizing disciples from three of them showed that the Sword Holding Ancestor was truly serious.

Standing nearby, Yang Zaixing frowned upon hearing this. An inexplicable sense of unease crept over him. With the Battle Sword Peak already decimated, mobilizing disciples from three more peaks would leave the Sky Sword Pavilion with disciples from only one peak. What can disciples from a single peak accomplish? he wondered. It would be a feat if they could merely maintain stability within the human territories, let alone deter the other forces in the starfield.

"Ancestor, should we perhaps be wary of..." Yang Zaixing hesitated for a moment before asking in a solemn tone.

"I know what you want to say. You think we should be wary of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court, don't you?" The Sword Holding Ancestor waved his hand, interrupting Yang Zaixing. He spoke confidently, "You've only recently ascended to the Red Dragon Starfield and don't yet understand the situation. With the Sky Sword Pavilion and the Extreme Demonic Palace locked in a fierce battle, the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court stands to gain the most! Unless the Molting Dragon Emperor is a fool, he won't attack at a time like this!"

Hearing this, Yang Zaixing felt no reassurance; instead, his apprehension grew. It's good to be the spectator benefiting while two tigers fight, he thought. But what if the Extreme Demonic Palace offered the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court terms they couldn't refuse?

"How about this: you remain at the Sky Sword Pavilion," the Sword Holding Ancestor said, noticing Yang Zaixing's persistent concern. He had arranged this partly to protect Yang Zaixing. It was exceedingly rare for such a prodigious talent to emerge among the human race, and the front lines were far too dangerous. Staying at the Sky Sword Pavilion was the safest option.

"Very well." Yang Zaixing didn't press further. Perhaps I'm being overly concerned? Besides, if I stay, I can repel the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court even if they join the battle.

「An hour later,」

Over 400,000 disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion soared through the sky, passing through Stargates towards the front line. An endless torrent of bloody light blanketed the vastness, shaking the heavens.

「...」

「Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.」

Outside the Northern Starfield of the human race, a vast army advanced at great speed, stretching for hundreds of miles. The dazzling brilliance of sword light was breathtaking, resembling a river of swords surging through the cosmos. These were the disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion, led by the three Sword Holding Ancestors. After reaching the front lines, they had engaged in a minor skirmish with the forces of the Extreme Demonic Palace. However, before a full-scale battle could erupt, the Extreme Demonic Palace had suddenly retreated. The Sword Holding Ancestor had then led his forces in hot pursuit, finally discovering the lair of the Extreme Demonic Palace.

"Ancestor, the main army of the Extreme Demonic Palace is stationed on the dead star ahead!" a scout reported.

"Full speed ahead!" The Sword Holding Ancestor's spirits rose, and he quickened their pace.

Behind him, over 300,000 Sky Sword Pavilion disciples unleashed their movement techniques, surging forward like a crimson tornado towards the distant star.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a star roiling with Demonic Qi came into view.

"Kill!" Without pausing, the Sword Holding Ancestor raised his battle sword and, leading by example, charged forward.

Over 300,000 Sky Sword Pavilion disciples followed closely. Countless Heavenly Swords filled the air, coalescing into what resembled a colossal Immortal Sword aimed at shattering the star itself. The terrifying display of power even dispersed the Demonic Qi veiling the star ahead, revealing 100,000 Blood Demon soldiers clad in black armor, their expressions cold, their killing intent boiling.

At the head of this army, the Heartless Guardian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene, showing no sign of tension despite the imminent battle.

"Ten Thousand Demon Formation, activate!" As the Sky Sword Pavilion's army drew near the star, a cold smirk touched the Heartless Guardian's lips, and he commanded in a chilling voice.

BOOM!

The star trembled. Immediately afterwards, the ground was torn apart. Hundreds of millions of formation patterns shot out, crisscrossing the starry sky like countless demon dragons emerging, setting up a massive formation.

"This... This is the Ten Thousand Demon Formation!"

"How did they move their mountain-protecting formation here?!" The Sword Holding Ancestor was visibly startled, his face etched with disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation.

Everyone in the Red Dragon Starfield had heard of the famed Ten Thousand Demon Formation. It was an immense array that the Extreme Demonic Palace had spent countless resources and tens of millions of years to construct, possessing unparalleled defensive capabilities. If the Flame Demon Elder himself were controlling it, even peak Taiyi Earth Immortal Martial Artists would find it difficult to breach.

However, any mountain-protecting formation had a critical flaw: if moved, its formation eye would be disrupted, and its power would be drastically diminished. For innumerable years, no faction had ever attempted to relocate such a formation. The cost, after all, was simply too high.

"Rotate!" the Heartless Guardian commanded coldly.

The Ten Thousand Demon Formation began to turn. Surging demonic light filled the air, and countless demonic phantoms emerged from it. Each stood hundreds of zhang tall, with crimson eyes and brandishing demonic weapons, exuding an aura of savage tyranny as they charged towards the Sky Sword Pavilion disciples.

"Archers, fire!" the Heartless Guardian ordered again.

At his command, 100,000 War Demon soldiers skillfully drew their crossbows. Boundless demonic light gathered, coalescing into black arrows that streaked through the void.

"Defend!"

"Deploy the Heavenly Sword Great Formation!" the Sword Holding Ancestor yelled, his voice tinged with panic.