Essence Devouring Art

"Kill!!"

The other princes of the Luo Fish Race charged right behind him. Incredibly, every single one of them revealed a perfected Saint Realm cultivation, advancing in all three paths simultaneously. By Hongyuan standards, they could be called Monster Level Celestial Prides!

This was the advantage of a Desolate God Bloodline. As the second batch of living beings in the world, the Mountain and Sea Desolate God Race possessed the bloodline of Primordial Creatures. Their affinity for the Great Dao was second only to the Innate Divine Race!

Therefore, a monster from Hongyuan who simultaneously cultivated all three paths was merely considered to have reached the threshold of a Celestial Pride in the Mountain and Sea. Compared to a third-tier prince of an Imperial Race, they were nothing special.

The Emperor’s Son of a Di Race had an even denser Ancestral Bloodline. They not only cultivated Transverse Cultivation, Soul Cultivation, and the Main Path simultaneously, but could also practice various Great Divine Power Emperor Scriptures, making them in no way inferior to a Son of Revival from Hongyuan.

As for the Little Ancestors of the Four Great Primordial Races, they were even more terrifying. Their Ancestral Bloodline was infinitely Near Dao! Every one of them could be called an Innate Dao Body. Their various Lifebound Divine Techniques were no weaker than the Hongyuan Ten Great Strongest Divine Techniques. Whether it was their quality at the same realm or their cultivation speed, they were simply incomparable to the postnatal races of Hongyuan.

If one were to make a comparison, only an anomaly like the Three Lives Army Master would have the power to fight a Little Ancestor of the Mountain and Sea in the same realm. Other Celestial Prides could only resort to surrounding and killing them.

Because of all these innate advantages, even when Zhao Jianji and the others revealed that every one of them had a perfected Saint Realm cultivation, Luo Kun and the other princes of the Imperial Race never took them seriously!

In a one-on-one duel at the same level, they had absolute confidence. Unless their opponents were all at the Monster Level of Hongyuan or from the Innate Divine Race of the same realm, they would be no match for them at all!

But with this one charge, Luo Kun and the other Luo Fish Race princes felt their blood run cold!

"Die!!"

Using the Lifebound Divine Technique of the Luo Fish Race, Luo Kun silently emerged from the space-time continuum. With all his might, he thrust the Trident in his hand toward the back of Lv Tiezhu’s head!

He had perfected the Saint Realm in all three paths! Never mind a Saint Realm cultivator, even a cultivator who had just entered the Great Saint realm would be severely injured by this attack!

However...

CLANG—

The sound of Divine Iron colliding boomed across the world! The rebounding force made Luo Kun feel as if he had stabbed cheap iron against diamond. Countless cracks appeared on his Trident, and half of his body went numb!

"Hm?"

Lv Tiezhu, who was in a fighting frenzy, felt like he’d been bitten by a mosquito and whipped his head around!

Eyes like a sea of blood! A ferocious grin like that of an evil ghost! It made Luo Kun feel as if he were staring into Hell, a chill seeping into his very marrow.

"Kill!!"

But Luo Kun showed no fear. Gritting his teeth, he activated his Trident and unleashed his full power, launching a torrential storm of attacks against the Demon God before him.

He was a member of the Mountain and Sea Royal Family, and he carried the glory of the Luo Fish Race’s bloodline. There was only dying in battle; the notion of fleeing in terror did not exist!

’Hm? A little interesting.’

Wu Dao, who had arrived long ago and was watching the battle while hidden in the space-time continuum, was slightly surprised to see Luo Kun charging forward valiantly despite knowing he was outmatched.

The Essence, Qi, and Spirit of the creatures from the Mountain and Sea were completely different from that of Hongyuan. They leaned more toward the primitive, natural law of the jungle, where the savage bestiality in their bloodline far outweighed rationality.

Even when facing a natural predator, they would fight back with their last ounce of ferocity rather than sit back and wait for death.

Furthermore, the Desolate God Race placed greater importance on the honor of their race and bloodline.

Within the charging army, the vast majority were only at the Creation Realm. Still, they shouted praises to the ancestors of the Luo Fish Race, seeing death in advance as an honor and life in retreat as a disgrace, like a horde of fearless fanatics.

No, that wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t just the Mountain and Sea. Wu Dao’s perception was vast; the soldiers of the Primordial Ten Thousand Races on other garrison city battlefields had a similar Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Driven only by the mission and belief in the survival of their race and civilization, the concept of fleeing barely existed for them.

A peaceful greenhouse versus a battlefield of blood and fire. The ways in which the environment stimulated life to evolve and adapt were worlds apart.

No wonder that after the Four Tribulations, most of Hongyuan’s Great Emperors proved their path to emperorship on the battlefields of Shanhai Pass.

"Haha, I’ll take your head and use it as a wine cup!"

As if sensing Wu Dao’s arrival, Lv Tiezhu’s craving for honor suddenly surged. He crushed Luo Kun’s Holy Trident as if it were scrap metal, his large hand seemingly weighing as much as a billion heavens.

In one swift motion, before everyone’s eyes, he plucked off Luo Kun’s fish head—along with his Essence, Qi, and Spirit—as easily as Picking Flowers. He held it high and roared, "Your commanding general is dead! Do you still dare to resist?!"

"Prince Kun!"

"Ah! You deserve to die!"

"Kill!!"

With Luo Kun’s death, the soldiers of the Luo Fish Race didn’t suffer a drop in morale. Instead, their bloodlust was further ignited. They recklessly stirred up boundless waves and charged toward Zhao Jianji and the others.

"Alright, stop playing around."

Wu Dao felt it was getting boring. He ordered the Primordial Demons to end the battle quickly.

As for taking action himself? They were too weak. It was beneath him.

After achieving the Primordial Magnetism Path and gaining control of Initial Tribulation Dao Particles, the life, death, and creation of those weaker than him were subject to his Words Become Law. With a single thought, he could annihilate this billion-strong army of the Luo Fish Race.

There was no sense of accomplishment in it at all.

"As you command!"

Upon receiving the order, the Primordial Demons instantly stopped playing around. They revealed a fraction of their true strength, tearing the other princes apart and obliterating large numbers of soldiers with every punch and palm strike.

Although this batch of Luo Fish Race soldiers was numerous, their leading princes were only at the perfected Saint Realm. They weren’t even qualified to serve as a warm-up for the Primordial Demons.

Since Wu Dao had come to Shanhai Pass, he naturally wouldn’t engage in such petty squabbles. He looked down on the Saint Realm entirely; only a Venerable could stir his desire to hunt.

The space-time of the Sea of Death overlapped. The space-time rifts created by the friction and collision of the two worlds spread out like the branches of a fractal Tree Diagram.

The various garrison cities were situated on different Space-Time Nodes of the Tree Diagram according to their importance, with many secondary garrison cities behind them.

In front of Primordial Pass, deeper in the Sea of Death, was a Great Saint Level garrison city. Surrounding it and behind it were numerous Saint Level and Creation Realm garrison cities.

The core garrison city was undoubtedly the main city of the Dead Sea Territory, guarded by the Demon Awakening Emperor. Under normal circumstances, no Great Emperor would invade the Five Celestial Passes; its role was merely to deter and command the Navy of the Dead.

CLANG CLANG CLANG—

Just as the Seventy-Two Primordial Demons were routing the Luo Fish Race’s army,

the Dao Celestial Stele at the core of Primordial Pass, without any warning, began to sound a series of alarms.

"Attention, soldiers of Primordial Pass. A Great Saint has broken through the blockade and is descending. Do not engage directly. I repeat..."

At the same time, an urgent warning was also heard. It seemed to be a Messenger Soldier from a garrison city up ahead. But it was too late.

BOOM!!

From a Space-Time Node at the far end of the battlefield, a Great Saint of the Luo Fish Race—covered in wounds, his battle armor shattered, five Middle Thousand Worlds roaring within his body—appeared like a Descent Demon God. He reached out a massive hand to cover the battlefield and laughed maniacally:

"Hahaha, die, you ants!"

This sort of thing was very common, and both sides did it: pay a great price to send an over-leveled expert into the enemy’s rear to slaughter the weaker garrison cities and strike a blow to their morale.

A Great Saint of the Fifth Layer, and one from a Mountain and Sea Royal Family no less. If this had been any other garrison city, he truly would have torn it apart, leaving a river of blood and cries of misery throughout the rear.

Unfortunately, this was Primordial Pass. A Demon God’s Nest! He had chosen the wrong target to slaughter.

"Ants? Old catfish, you’re courting death!"

BOOM!

There was no need for Wu Dao to act at all. The nearest one, Chen Ergou, directly unleashed his "Original Armament." With the six armaments empowering him, his aura skyrocketed to roughly the Great Saint Fifth Layer Heaven!

That’s right! It wasn’t just a Celestial Soldier Armament! It was the complete Original Soldier Resolution, with all six armaments gathered as one, and every single one was a Great Saint Level armament. He was just that domineering!

"What the hell is that?"

The Luo Fish Race Great Saint, who had just been shouting about ants, was scared witless by the terrifying aura Chen Ergou released before he could even unleash his divine power.

This kid! He had the combat power to tear him to shreds!

"Ah! No!!"

Before it could even react, Chen Ergou smashed through the giant hand and lunged forward. His six-colored battle armor sprouted a Divine Blade, and he cleaved the Great Saint in half. The erupting Desolate God Blood submerged a large swath of the sea.

"You old mongrel, you’re looking for..."

From the Space-Time Node, another furious roar echoed.

A sky-blotting, iron-blooded killing intent surged out of the node. But before the words were even finished, the newcomer was stunned by the sight of Chen Ergou cleaving the Luo Fish Race Great Saint alive, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

’The Iron Blood Marquis, the Guan Lord of Iron Blood Pass up ahead. He let a Great Saint slip into the rear. I’m afraid he’s going to be punished.’

Zhao Jianji gloated as he sent a voice transmission to Wu Dao, explaining the newcomer’s identity.

"You have some real skill, Your Excellency!"

The Iron Blood Marquis was powerfully built and radiated killing intent. He gave the slain Luo Fish Race Great Saint a dark look, then offered Chen Ergou a compliment with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Military law was merciless. He had failed in his duty at Iron Blood Pass by letting a Great Saint run loose, nearly bringing an irreversible disaster upon the rear. Once this battle was over, the military department in Demon Awakening Main City would surely punish him. It would be a wonder if he were in a good mood.

"Hehe, it was nothing."

Chen Ergou grinned, his attitude brazen and unrestrained. He showed not the slightest bit of reverence for a Military Marquis.

Reverence for what? The Original Soldier Resolution was a Divine Technique, not some external power! If they hadn’t been keeping a low profile before, every single Primordial Demon could have slain a Great Saint to be sealed as a Marquis!

And now that the Alliance Leader was here, there was naturally no need to give the Iron Blood Marquis any face.