74: I am the Heavenly Dao! Lord of all things!!

Human Federation Capital, Arcane Royal City.

Underworld Song, one of the Ten Great Demon Generals of the Eternal Night Legion, looked down at the Magical Academy below with scarlet eyes, a sneer on his lips: "A magical civilization of ants, today I shall let you witness the terror of the Eternal Night Demon Race!"

However, Underworld Song never expected that the Legendary Mage Nolan's deliberate escape was actually a ploy to lure him into the Magical Academy, where an astonishing trap had long been laid.

Deep within the ley lines of five magical cities, countless ancient magical runes lit up simultaneously, forming a five-pointed star array spanning a thousand miles under Nolan's guidance.

Hundreds of thousands of magic apprentices, along with tens of thousands of Mages and Magisters, knelt at their respective array nodes, their magic power converging like rivers flowing into the sea, furiously gathering through the cities' ley lines.

Nolan's white hair flew, and the crystal at the tip of his staff emitted a dazzling light that pierced the sky: "By the Souls of a million Mages as a guide, borrowing the ley lines of five cities as a foundation, Ultimate Forbidden Spell · Divine Judgment!"

"Boom!!!"

Five brilliant light pillars, each over a hundred meters in diameter, shot up from the tops of the magic towers in the five cities, converging into the Light of the Gods, which then blasted towards Underworld Song.

Underworld Song sneered, taking out his Natal Magical Artifact — the Nine Nether Flute. The moment he played the first note, the entire battlefield was covered in frost, and the magic apprentices instantly turned into ice sculptures.

As the flute's melody became more high-pitched, sound waves twisted and warped in the Void Realm, condensing into nine colossal Nether Bone Dragons that blotted out the sky.

The instant the Nether Bone Dragons collided head-on with the Light of the Gods, space directly tore open a tiny black dot, which then expanded at an astonishing speed into a Void Realm vortex several hundred meters in diameter, mercilessly devouring all surrounding matter.

Hundreds of Magisters, who were fully maintaining the magic array, didn't even have time to show expressions of horror before their robes, flesh, and bones disintegrated under this energy shock that surpassed comprehension.

The magic cores within thousands of Great Mages overloaded and directly exploded.

The teaching towers of the Magical Academy, which had stood for centuries, collapsed like paper, and countless ancient texts containing precious knowledge, along with the teachers and students studying within them, were buried beneath the ruins — the entire magical civilization was almost completely lost in this earth-shattering collision.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

Underworld Song looked at the Nine Nether Flute in his hand in disbelief; it had actually broken.

The black armor on his body, forged from Nine Nether Dark Iron, was shattered beyond recognition, and a mouthful of purple blood spurted out; he was injured.

This Demon General, who had swept across the entire Eternal Night Empire, never expected to be wounded by magic.

Meanwhile, on the ruins a thousand meters away, Nolan was equally devastated.

His staff, forged from extraterrestrial stars, was broken into three pieces, and his magic robe had turned to ash.

His entire body suffered almost comminuted fractures.

But in such a desperate situation, this 100-year-old Legendary Mage still stood with his spine straight, his blood-stained white hair fluttering in the wind, and an unyielding flame burning in his turbid eyes, silently proclaiming the noble Soul of magic that would never yield.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Just then, the passage connecting the two continents began to tremble, and the spatial rift contracted at a visible speed.

Underworld Song feared that these Mages still had a trick up their sleeves and dared not continue the attack.

He let out a long roar towards the sky, his voice spreading across the entire continent: "Retreat! Back to Eternal Night!"

The other Eternal Night Generals retreated in a hurry.

When the last spatial rift closed, Underworld Song counted his numbers, and only six, including Nether Fist and Nether Leg, had returned!

Nether Hammer's demise in Dragon Valley was understandable — there were ancient Vicious Beast auras there.

But the battlefields Nether Sword and Nether Blade were responsible for, which were clearly just a group of Mortals! And dwarves who only knew how to blacksmith, they had also fallen!!

Unfathomable!

At the very last moment before the passage completely closed, Underworld Song glanced at this continent that had brought him shame. Next time! Next time he would definitely destroy the entire continent!!

...Eternal Night Empire, Obsidian Throne.

Nightmare the Great's dark Devilish Qi surged in the hall: "Useless! To actually lose three Great Generals!"

Underworld Song knelt on one knee, his forehead pressed against the cold floor: "This subordinate deserves death."

The entire hall fell into a dead silence, where even breathing could be clearly heard.

Nightmare slowly rose, his heavy footsteps like a death knell, looking down from above at his capable subordinate: "However... this time you also have merit, having probed the true situation of the Chaotic Continent."

At Nightmare's snap of fingers, twelve black-robed attendants entered in formation, carrying heavy obsidian chests.

The moment the chest lids opened, a rich Bloodline aura permeated the hall — it was a full twelve portions of noble flesh and blood, glowing with an eerie purple light in the dim illumination.

Underworld Song was ecstatic; each of these noble flesh and blood portions was priceless, enough to drive any demonic Cultivator mad.

One must know that the Demon Race could directly gain Cultivation by devouring Bloodlines.

But there were only twenty noble families in the Eternal Night Empire in total, and each possessed immense power, private armies, and strong individuals.

It was impossible to simply rob them.

Otherwise, it was very likely to cause a noble alliance to overthrow the Eternal Night Empire.

So, Nightmare would deliberately plant some spies to instigate infighting and wars among the nobles.

Then he would find an excuse to arrest and execute the troublesome nobles.

Although he said 'execute,' in reality, he secretly kept them, and when he needed to Cultivate, he would make them into a grand meal and eat them.

Even if the nobles knew, they dared not speak out in anger.

After all, they were the ones who caused trouble first.

Underworld Song took a greedy deep breath: "Thank you, Great Emperor, for your grace!"

After Underworld Song left, Nightmare came to the stargazing platform, gazing at the Chaotic Continent beyond the mist.

"Magic? Heh, just a toy!"

When the passage reopens next time, the Eternal Night Emperor will personally lead the Ten Great Demon Generals to conquer the Chaotic Continent!!

...Lu Chen gazed at the two trembling Nascent Souls in his palm — the core Souls of Nether Sword and Nether Blade, a playful smile on his lips.

"Direct destruction would incur punishment, but if it were done another way..."

Space tore easily before him like thin gauze.

In an instant, Lu Chen had crossed the plane barrier and arrived at the core of the Eternal Continent.

He first tried to forcibly stuff the two Nascent Souls into a passing farmer's body, but in an instant, he witnessed that Mortal body explode like an overinflated balloon, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

"Indeed, a formed Soul vessel cannot be compatible." Lu Chen stroked his chin thoughtfully, then suddenly sensed a life fluctuation coming from the palace a hundred miles away.

Dawn Moon, the empress of the Chosen One White Ember, was pregnant with a new life — the unborn fetus's Soul, like a clean blank slate.

Lu Chen directly became invisible, appearing silently in the resplendent sleeping quarters.

Dawn Moon's peaceful sleeping face was like a porcelain doll in the moonlight, her bulging abdomen emitting a faint glow of life.

Lu Chen lightly tapped his fingertip, and two Nascent Souls transformed into streams of light, entering the womb. He simultaneously split a wisp of his consciousness to follow them in.

"Mmm~~~"

Dawn Moon, in her sleep, felt as if something was in her body and suddenly woke up with a start!

"Who's in my body, get out!!"

Dawn Moon activated her internal Corruption ability to expel the foreign objects!

Lu Chen pouted: "Sleep peacefully, I'm performing a small operation on you."

After speaking, he extended a finger, moved it slightly, and said, "Stop!"

Dawn Moon instantly felt all consciousness leave her, entering a state of deep slumber.

In the chaotic world within the womb, Lu Chen's will transformed into golden chains, tightly binding the two furiously struggling Nascent Souls.

Nether Blade's Nascent Soul let out a sharp mental roar: "You, you're too terrifying! You can even enter people's bodies at will? Who exactly are you!?"

Lu Chen transmitted his Soul voice: "I already said, I am your father, why do you keep asking!!"

Nether Blade broke down: "Alright, alright, you're my father, my good father, I beg you, please let me know your true identity, let me die happily!!"

Lu Chen sneered: "Since you asked so sincerely, then I will mercifully tell you, I am the Heavenly Dao! Lord of all things!"