The five clan leaders did not leave immediately after the God King finished speaking, but lingered, their gazes fixed on Chen Du.
Chen Du, unhurriedly, turned and walked towards the entrance of the God King Hall under the God King's watch. His figure passed through the center of the five clan leaders. He was like a victorious general, slowly departing under the salutes of his soldiers.
Exiting the God King Hall, Chen Du did not look back, nor did he speak to the clan leaders. He went straight to the Divine Guard Clan Realm, sat high on the stone tower, and gazed at the sky and everything around him.
A gentle breeze rustled the grass. The Divine Guard Clan Realm was the most beautiful of the thirteen divine clan realms. In the distance, the lake water rippled with clear waves, and the divine power of the sky flowed like the glow of floating clouds.
Creak...
Qing Yuan opened the door and entered. She looked at Chen Du, who was leaning casually on the stone chair, and smiled slightly. For some reason, this casual, even somewhat roguish demeanor, was what Qing Yuan considered the ideal appearance of a perfect man.
"Did the God King make things difficult for you?" Qing Yuan approached the stone chair, her expression returning to its usual coolness.
Chen Du looked up and smiled, shaking his head. He reached out and took Qing Yuan's hand. Qing Yuan's hand trembled slightly. Chen Du said, "No, he just asked my master to go to his death. But it's alright, my master probably won't die now."
Chen Du sat there, leaning askew, and with a gentle pull, he drew Qing Yuan onto the stone chair beside him. He chuckled, "Some people are destined for a life of brilliance, but with it comes endless regrets. They dare not look back, for to turn around is to face sorrow.
Some people are destined to fade into obscurity, hidden in the shadows of brilliance, cautiously pushing the tides, their outcomes neither good nor particularly bad."
"Is your master the former, and you the latter?" Qing Yuan asked.
"Yes."
Chen Du sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in his expression. "Therefore, I feel deeply for my master. He is always moving forward, his feet worn to the bone. The net called emotion is riddled with holes, yet he cannot stop.
He is the king of this era, destined to do what a king must. Alas, kings are destined to be lonely, sorrowful, sitting alone in desolate palaces, upon cold thrones."
Qing Yuan's heart suddenly trembled. She suppressed her emotions and asked calmly, "Will you die?"
Chen Du smiled, not answering. He simply wrapped his arm around Qing Yuan's slender waist and continued to admire the scenery, as if to absorb all the beauty of the world. Finally, his gaze fell upon Qing Yuan's face.
The most beautiful scenery of this epoch was in his embrace; why would he look elsewhere?
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He Li finally took action. After discussing with Xiao Bai, he asked Xiao Bai to do his best to teach Xiao Lan cultivation. Even if she couldn't achieve the position of the supreme demon, she should at least become a demon king, possessing the ability to protect herself in future wars.
He Li, accompanied by Chong Ming, swept through the western battlefield, absorbing celestial stellar energy. With his current stellar god power, his divine power threads could extend across several vast star systems, and his absorption of stellar energy was much faster than before.
In the void of the universe, Chong Ming stood beside He Li and spoke with concern, "He Li, this way is not sustainable. If you only pursue realm and power, you will go mad, becoming a mere vessel for power.
He paused and continued, "You should strive to understand the true meaning of realms. It's like the food you ingest; you must digest it, not merely consume it until you are bloated."
Chong Ming offered his advice. In his eyes, He Li was cultivating non-stop. Although his cultivation methods were unique, He Li never paused to meticulously digest and break down this power.
He Li naturally knew that Chong Ming's words were for his own good. He smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I will not covet power that does not belong to me. It will eventually be lost. I want power that originates from my body, from my heart, my own power."
Chong Ming looked at He Li, bewildered. What did these words mean? What did he mean by power that didn't belong to him?
Suddenly,
He Li's divine power threads were repelled by a force. He Li was slightly stunned, his gaze fixed in that direction. He said softly, "The Barbarian Clan army is here. Their numbers are considerable, perhaps fifty or more. Prepare for engagement. The realm gods and above are mine; the rest are yours. Agreed?"
Chong Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly.
Were fifty Barbarian Clan soldiers a lot? For a large-scale battle, it was but a drop in the ocean. But for the two of them, it was a significant number.
The Divine Clan army or the Barbarian Clan army were not all good-for-nothings. There were also powerful realm gods like Su Wu. He Li was not someone who underestimated his opponents. He gave his all when facing enemies who drew their blades against him.
"Hoo..."
He Li exhaled, his eyes turning cold. He murmured, "Charge first! We cannot afford to be surrounded by the Barbarian Clan army's formations. Once their battle formations are established and their Barbarian God Power intertwines, it will be difficult to handle."
"Alright!"
Chong Ming wasted no words. He immediately ignited the divine fire around him. Exchanging a glance with He Li, they both shot forward simultaneously. In the dark universe illuminated by starlight, they were like two fiery meteors, charging towards the approaching Barbarian Clan army.
"He Li, I'll go to the rear of the Barbarian Clan army to disrupt their formations. The spearhead in front will be yours!" Chong Ming roared to He Li through their mental connection.
He Li placed his right hand on his saber's hilt and replied through their mental connection, "No problem!"
He Li's speed surged as he drew his saber and moved forward. He intended to intercept the four realm gods at the vanguard of the Barbarian Clan army's formations, providing cover for Chong Ming's charge into the rear of their battle formations.
As Chong Ming advanced, he gradually transformed into his true form, the Chong Ming Bird. He looked at the solitary, yet resolute, slender figure charging into the fray, bearing a striking resemblance to that detestable individual who once stood above the Guixu, wielding a black staff.
Chong Ming spread his wings wide, letting out a piercing shriek that echoed through the vacuum. The Chong Ming Divine Bird, with its single eye and double pupils, fully revealed its wings.
Numerous fiery vortices appeared around Chong Ming, like volatile volcanoes accumulating power. Chong Ming, accompanied by these fiery vortices, directly collided with the center of the Barbarian Clan army's rear formations.
Fiery pillars, reaching the heavens, continuously rose within the formations, as demonic power and Barbarian God Power intertwined to create a brilliant spectacle.
Chong Ming fought with all his might. He had previously advised Jia Zhi, conversed with Ya Yu, and persuaded Jin Wu and Huo Li Da Ming Wang. Indeed, he was acting as he had advised them, fighting to secure a good territory for his descendants, so that those young, tender demons would no longer suffer displacement. He fought desperately.
He only hoped that He Li would succeed, and even more so, that after succeeding, He Li would remember his kindness and repay it to his demonic descendants with remembrance and guilt.
Compared to the more powerful Jin Wu and the half-step supreme Huo Li Da Ming Wang, Chong Ming, with his mid-tier strength, was more like the true supreme of the demon race. His thoughts and his actions were what a demon race's supreme should do.
He Li smiled. He had recently overheard Chong Ming's inner thoughts and understood his desperate efforts. He felt that Chong Ming possessed great responsibility, and in that regard, he was even more formidable than Huo Li Da Ming Wang.
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