27: Chapter 27 A Glimpse of Purgatory: The Allied Forces' Burning Heart

Ancestral Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the vast, trillions-strong God-Demon Alliance outside the Magic God Temple. He slowly drew the Ancestral Dragon Sword from his waist and raised it high, shouting—

"Hear my command, everyone! As long as the Undead Clan is not destroyed, Honghuang will never know peace! To protect the tranquility of all living beings, we follow the trend of heaven and earth, carry the wishes of all spirits, and vow to wipe out the undead bloodline and return clarity to this sky!"

"Wipe out the Undead! Wipe out the Undead!"

Billions of gods and demons roared in unison, their voices piercing through time and space, shaking the universe, and causing even heaven and earth to tremble incessantly.

"Good!" Ancestral Dragon nodded, a flash of approval in his eyes, and then pointed his sword toward the west.

"Set out!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The war drums thundered like rolling lightning, each beat stirring the blood of the god and demon soldiers, causing the void to ripple and sway.

The horns blared long and loud, and war songs suddenly rose.

In an instant, the world became solemn, and killing intent filled the air.

At the edge of the Sea of Blood, Jiang Chen stood quietly on the bronze coffin, with the sun-blotting Undead Army behind him.

He looked at the beautiful Western Honghuang before him and the trembling creatures, his expression indifferent and unmoved.

"Start here," he said faintly.

As his voice fell, the eyes of countless members of the Undead Race turned crimson, blood-light bursting forth as they surged into Western Honghuang like a pack of wolves pouncing on prey.

A moment later, the slaughter began!

Roar—

Giant beasts took to the sky, breathing fire, turning lush mountain ranges into scorched ruins in an instant.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all! Let blood soak this land!"

Roar! Chirp! Howl!

Wherever the Undead Army went, misery spread everywhere. The creatures of the west fled in terror, their cries heart-wrenching.

"Save me! Someone save me!"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"You beasts! The God-Demon Alliance will surely execute you! Ah—"

Lives vanished one by one amidst the flashes of blades and shadows of blood: heads were severed, bodies torn apart, internal organs scattered, and some were even devoured alive, a sight too gruesome to behold.

Roar! Roar! Roar...

After drinking blood, the members of the Undead Race became increasingly frenzied, like awakened nightmares, wildly wielding their slaughtering blades in an endless massacre.

In just one day, the land within a radius of a hundred thousand light-years had become a hell on earth, with corpses strewn everywhere, blood flowing like rivers, and wails echoing incessantly.

Jiang Chen watched all this with cold eyes, while the bronze coffin beneath his feet continuously devoured the resentment of the dead and the essence of the corpses.

"Continue the slaughter, leave no one alive."

His icy voice fell into the hearts of every clansman like frost.

"Kill!"

The faces of the Four Great Corpse Kings twisted as they led the army forward with sinister smiles, passing through the land like a plague of locusts, leaving no living creature spared.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred thousand years had passed.

Above the clouds, Jiang Chen looked down at Western Honghuang. After this hundred-thousand-li slaughter, at least millions of billions of creatures had perished under the iron hooves of the Undead, and more than half of the west had turned into a Shura Purgatory, riddled with scars and devoid of life.

As if sensing something, a torrential rain of blood fell over the Western Regions, the gale carrying a stench mixed with shrill wails, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.

Inside the bronze coffin, bones were piled as high as mountains, their total volume almost enough to fill a Middle Thousand Worlds!

Despite a hundred thousand years of slaughter, the Undead Army was not exhausted; instead, they grew more frenzied as they fought.

Wrapped in thick baleful energy, they resembled demons, pouncing on any living being they saw, drinking blood and eating flesh, dismembering people with extreme cruelty and no mercy, intoxicated by this never-ending feast of slaughter.

Compassion?

Heh, to the Undead Clan, that was the most ridiculous weakness. Compassion was an insult.

Only slaughter could ignite their souls!

They loved death and enjoyed it even more—this was the essence of the Undead Clan!

As their creator, Jiang Chen was the same.

There was not a trace of warmth in his heart, for he was the incarnation of death itself, the source of all darkness and evil desires in the world.

He was the beginning of evil desires, with no light in his heart, only boundless darkness remaining.

To achieve his goals, he would use any means necessary.

Even if the mountains and rivers were stained with blood and all living beings were slaughtered, he would not hesitate!

"Kill, enjoy yourselves to the fullest! Let blood soak this world, let death shroud all the living beings of the myriad realms, hahahaha—"

Jiang Chen looked down at the Western Honghuang that had become a hell on earth and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and delight.

As countless souls were extinguished, resentment surged into Jiang Chen's body like rivers flowing into the sea, and his cultivation rose steadily.

Ten thousand years later, he suddenly jolted, his aura breaking through its shackles.

"Good! Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal Great Perfection!"

"At this rate, as long as all living beings in Honghuang are wiped out, I will surely step into the Heavenly Venerable realm!"

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction and cast his gaze down at the western land once more.

At this moment, there was no sign of life in Western Honghuang except for the Undead Clan. The earth was soaked in blood, as red as charcoal; dark clouds rolled in the sky, mixed with wind and blood rain, and wails echoed incessantly.

After devouring billions of resentments, the members of the Undead Clan also broke through their realms one after another, their auras becoming increasingly fierce and terrifying.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's gaze froze, and he looked up at the horizon.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

War drums thundered down from the nine heavens, shaking the world. Trillions of soldiers of the God-Demon Alliance marched forward, the earth trembling beneath them as black clouds pressed down and killing intent soared to the sky.

Ancestral Dragon, Ancestral Qilin, and other Honghuang giants stood above the alliance, and when they witnessed the scene before them, their faces changed drastically.

The once rich and vast Western Honghuang had now become a Shura Hell, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing in rivers.

"This... how is this possible!" Ancestral Qilin's face was pale, his voice trembling.

He was not the only one shocked; every giant and soldier present felt their souls shudder.

In just a hundred thousand years, it had fallen to this state!

"Everyone... is dead!"

Luo Hou's eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembling. He could no longer see a single familiar figure, only a group of undead wrapped in baleful energy, standing in the bloody soil like evil ghosts.

"Jiang Chen! I will cut you into a thousand pieces and scatter your ashes to the winds!!" He roared at the sky, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He was born in the west, and although he had a cold nature, he always regarded this place as his roots. Now that his homeland had become a slaughterhouse, how could he endure it?

Ancestral Dragon's body trembled slightly, a towering rage burning in his chest.

How cruel was Jiang Chen to actually slaughter all the living beings in the entire west!

Skeletons were piled like mountains across the land, blood flowed in streams, and the sound of grief echoed through heaven and earth.

The bloody wind blew, carrying cries of despair; the blood rain fell, cold to the bone as if it could freeze the soul.

Such a tragic scene had never been seen even in the era when the Ancient Ferocious Beasts ran rampant.

Back then, although the ferocious beasts were bloodthirsty by nature, they still knew to enslave the weak and leave a glimmer of hope for survival.

But the Undead Clan was truly wiping them out completely, leaving not even a blade of grass.

This once fertile and beautiful land had completely turned into a dead zone in just a hundred thousand years.

Ancestral Dragon and the others were overwhelmed with grief and indignation. They had also fought constantly, competing for providence and starting countless wars, but they always had a bottom line and felt compassion.

But Jiang Chen... had long surpassed the category of an "enemy"; he was calamity itself!

As the God-Demon Alliance arrived, all the undead stopped their cultivation and opened their eyes, crimson light bursting forth like awakened hungry wolves staring greedily at the prey before them.