269: Chapter 269 The Final Battle

Outside the territory.

In the endless Void Realm, two armies stood in confrontation.

On one side was the overwhelming army of the Lord of Demonic Entities—countless hideous figures surged in the darkness, emitting ear-piercing shrieks.

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On the other side was the battle line of the Dragon Clan and the coalition of the Central Continent—Dragon spirits roared, Magic Treasures filled the sky, and Battle Intent soared to the heavens.

At the very front of the line, Gao De stood, holding his sword.

Behind him, Ao Xue's Blood Dragon True Form coiled, her Dragon might heavy as a prison.

Mythical Dragon Son stood by his side, his pale golden eyes fixed on the depths of the Void Realm.

Further away, Situ Kong led two hundred and twelve Elders of the Heavenly Dao Alliance to form the Tiangang Formation, ready to strike at any moment.

And in the direction everyone was watching—

In the depths of the Void Realm, a massive figure was slowly waking up.

It was an indescribable existence.

It was over ten thousand feet tall, shaped like a monster formed from countless tangled tentacles, with countless eyes growing on each tentacle.

Some of those eyes were tightly shut, some were half-open, and some had already opened—

Every opened eye shot out a beam of ghostly green light.

Wherever the light passed, the Void Realm twisted, shattered, and assimilated.

The Lord of Demonic Entities.

Early Stage of the Sixth Rank.

The existence that had caused the Ancestral Dragon to fall short tens of thousands of years ago.

Now, it had awakened again.

"Roar—!!!"

An indescribable roar issued from its mouth.

The sound was not a sound, but a shockwave that acted directly upon the Divine Soul.

In front of the coalition lines, countless Cultivators groaned, blood flowing from their seven orifices!

Those with weaker cultivation directly fainted!

Gao De's eyes sharpened.

He held the taia sword high, and the golden sword light transformed into a barrier, blocking the impact.

"Prepare," he said in a deep voice.

Behind him, the entire army moved.

Just at this moment—

A beam of white light suddenly lit up in the Void Realm.

The white light was soft and warm, completely out of place with the surrounding ghostly green darkness.

Within the white light, a figure slowly emerged.

It was an old man with white hair, wearing moon-white Daoist robes, with a refined face and an unfathomable aura.

In his hands, he held an ancient mirror.

The mirror's surface was as smooth as autumn water, and the back of the mirror was carved with countless fine lines—those were runes, Formations, and some kind of extremely ancient existence that Gao De had never seen before.

"This is..." Gao De's pupils constricted slightly.

The old man smiled slightly.

"Sect Master of the Tianji Sect, Zhuge Ming," he spoke, his voice calm, "Greetings to the successor of the Ancestral Dragon."

Tianji Sect.

Gao De's heart stirred.

The Tianji Sect was one of the three sects of Yizhou, known for its mystery. They did not participate in the world's disputes, focusing only on deducing Heavenly Dao and observing stellar phenomena.

And the most famous treasure of the Tianji Sect was—

The heavenly secret mirror.

A Divine Artifact legendary for its ability to deduce the past and future and insight into all things in heaven and earth.

And the Heavenly Secret Realm that Gao De had previously accessed was a product of this Immortal Artifact.

"Why are you here?" Gao De asked.

Zhuge Ming looked towards the Lord of Demonic Entities.

"We have waited for this day," he said, "for tens of thousands of years."

He raised his hand, holding the heavenly secret mirror high.

"Everyone—"

"It is time to appear."

As the words fell.

Countless rays of light suddenly surged from the heavenly secret mirror!

Those rays were not attacks.

They were—projections.

Countless figures emerged from the mirror.

Those figures included men and women, old and young, members of the Human Race, the Yao Race, and even some aliens whose races could not be identified.

They wore uniform black martial outfits, with a character embroidered on their chests—

"Qin."

Gao De's pupils shrank!

The Black Ice Terrace of the Immortal Qin Dynasty!

That was the most mysterious organization under the First Emperor during the Immortal Qin Dynasty—responsible for intelligence, assassination, and monitoring the world.

Legend had it that every member of the Black Ice Terrace was a one-in-ten-thousand Genius, and every one of them was absolutely loyal to the First Emperor.

And after the collapse of the Immortal Qin Dynasty, the Black Ice Terrace also disappeared.

So that was it—

They hadn't died.

They had changed their identities, taken the name Tianji Sect, and continued to this day.

Zhuge Ming looked at those projections, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Tens of thousands of years ago," he said slowly, "the First Emperor failed to ascend to immortality, and the Immortal Qin Dynasty collapsed."

"Before he died, he summoned the last commander of the Black Ice Terrace and gave the final order—"

"'Pass it on.'"

"'Wait.'"

"'Wait for someone who can avenge me.'"

"'Then—'"

"'Assist him to slay that Lord of Demonic Entities.'"

He looked at Gao De.

"We have waited for tens of thousands of years."

"Today, we have finally waited for you."

He held the heavenly secret mirror high.

Inside the mirror, the projections of those Black Ice Terrace members all raised their hands simultaneously.

Countless rays of light surged from their bodies and poured into the heavenly secret mirror.

That was the power accumulated by generations of their people who had slept for tens of thousands of years.

That was the only meaning for these lonely souls to remain alive.

That was—tens of thousands of years of waiting, tens of thousands of years of forbearance, tens of thousands of years of—

"One strike."

Zhuge Ming said softly.

The heavenly secret mirror suddenly erupted with blinding light!

That light was not for deduction, not for insight, not for observation—

It was an attack!

It was the strongest strike accumulated after tens of thousands of years of the heavenly secret mirror absorbing the Luck of the world, observing the operation of heaven and earth, and deducing the ultimate principles of the Dao—

"heavenly secret mirror: Wrath of the Heavens!"

"Boom—!!!"

A beam of light shot out from the mirror!

Wherever the beam passed, everything was annihilated!

The Void Realm was annihilated!

The Demonic Entities were annihilated!

Even the protective Devilish Qi around the Lord of Demonic Entities was disintegrating layer by layer within that light!

"Roar—!!!"

The Lord of Demonic Entities let out a shrill roar!

It raised countless tentacles, attempting to block the beam of light!

But it could not block it.

The beam was intangible.

It was conceptual.

It was—Heavenly Dao.

It was this world's "judgment" upon it.

"You, thing from outside the territory."

"Invading this realm, slaughtering living beings, your crimes are unforgivable."

"Today—"

"You shall be executed."

The beam of light pierced through the body of the Lord of Demonic Entities!

That ten-thousand-foot giant body trembled violently!

Countless tentacles snapped one after another!

Countless eyes burst one after another!

Its aura, from the Early Stage of the Sixth Rank—

Dropped to the verge of falling further.

Finally—

"Boom—!!!"

That giant body collapsed with a crash!

It smashed into the endless Void Realm!

The army was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The Lord of Demonic Entities, the existence that even the Ancestral Dragon could not defeat—

Was actually heavily injured in one blow?

Gao De was also stunned.

He looked at the heavenly secret mirror.

He looked at the figures in the mirror that were gradually dissipating.

Those Black Ice Terrace members, after completing this strike, were becoming transparent.

They smiled.

The smile was relieved and gratified.

"First Emperor..."

"We... have finally completed your instructions..."

"We... are coming to find you..."

The figures dissipated.

They turned into countless specks of light, drifting into the Void Realm.

Zhuge Ming still held the heavenly secret mirror.

But there were also tear stains on his face.

"Ten thousand years," he said softly. "The mission of the Black Ice Terrace has finally been completed."

He looked at Gao De.

"The rest is up to you."

Gao De took a deep breath.

He looked at the collapsed giant body.

The Lord of Demonic Entities, though heavily injured, had not died.

It was still moving.

Still struggling.

Still—

Attempting to stand up.

"Leave it to me," Gao De said.

He gripped the taia sword tightly.

He took a step forward.

The golden sword light illuminated the entire Void Realm.

Behind him, the entire army moved!

Charging towards the Lord of Demonic Entities!

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The great battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

When the sun of the eighth day shone into this Void Realm—

Everything finally ended.

The Lord of Demonic Entities was completely annihilated.

Its giant body was chopped into countless fragments by the taia sword.

Its lingering obsession was completely shattered by the cry of the Mythical Dragon Son.

Its aura was completely erased by this world.

The grievances of tens of thousands of years, today—

Finally came to an end.

Gao De stood in the Void Realm, covered in blood.

His left arm was broken, his right chest was pierced in three places, and there were countless wounds of varying sizes on his body.

But he did not fall.

He stood holding his sword.

Looking at the gradually dissipating remains of the Lord of Demonic Entities.

Looking at the comrades who had also fought bloody battles.

Looking at that heavenly secret mirror.

In the mirror, the last figure of the Black Ice Terrace was dissipating.

It was a young man.

He wore a black martial outfit with the character "Qin" embroidered on his chest.

He looked at Gao De and smiled slightly.

"Latecomer..."

"Live well for us."

The figure dissipated.

The heavenly secret mirror dimmed.

It fell into Zhuge Ming's hands.

Zhuge Ming held the mirror, tears streaming down his face.

Gao De walked forward.

He looked at Zhuge Ming, looked at that mirror.

After a long while, he spoke:

"Senior, you waited for ten thousand years—"

"Was it worth it?"

Zhuge Ming looked up.

He looked at Gao De.

Looking at this successor who had walked all the way from Wuyue.

Looking behind him at the countless figures who had survived and were cheering.

He smiled.

The smile was old and relieved.

"It was worth it," he said.

"The ten thousand years of waiting were for this day."

"For this world to no longer be harassed by the Lord of Demonic Entities."

"For the First Emperor's last wish to finally be realized."

"For—"

He looked at Gao De.

"You."

"You are the person we were waiting for."

Gao De was silent.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he first swallowed that Dragon Pearl fragment at the bottom of Dongting Lake.

At that time, he had never thought that one day, he would stand here.

Would carry the expectations of so many people.

Would become—

The person who had been waited for for ten thousand years.

He took a deep breath.

He turned around.

He looked at the cheering figures.

He looked at Ao Xue.

He looked at Mythical Dragon Son.

He looked at Situ Kong.

He looked at everyone who had survived.

He smiled.

The smile was exhausted but relieved.

"Let's go home," he said.