Chapter 106: The Sovereign's Calamity Begins (Part 1)

The Southern Wilderness, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Once clear, graceful, vibrant, peaceful, and harmonious, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had, after more than a hundred thousand years of relentless warfare, become a desolate wasteland—scarred and blood-soaked, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Spanning millions of miles, the skies above these mountains were shrouded in endless layers of bloodthirsty, malevolent clouds. Surrounding the area were countless murderous barriers, forming a slaughter formation that pierced both heaven and earth.

Within this deadly formation, no living being could break free.

At least, no Titan could. The countless Titan corpses piled before the killing barriers were the clearest proof.

Beyond the slaughter formation lay an army of ferocious beasts numbering in the tens of millions, encircling the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains completely and cutting off any hope of survival for the Titan race.

Hovering above the ferocious beast army were hundreds of grand, imposing blood-red palaces—the military camps of the beast horde.

At the center stood the largest and most magnificent blood-red palace, the supreme command headquarters of the beast army’s campaign against the Titans.

The Supreme Command Headquarters of the Beast Army.

As the supreme commander for this assault on the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord stood side by side with Deputy Commander Unkilled Great Fierce Lord, both intently observing the strategic battle map before them.

Though Unkilled Great Fierce Lord’s title lacked the thunderous renown of Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord, his other identity instilled terror in all beings: the enigmatic and unfathomable Lord of the Assassin Tower.

“This defense of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains is truly formidable. No wonder the Phoenix clan has been unable to conquer the Titans. If it weren’t for your Assassin Tower’s operatives striking down the Titan God Lords and their strongest warriors, our losses would have been in the millions,” Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord remarked, gazing at the battle map with a hint of admiration.

On the map, the blood-red of the beast army was rapidly expanding, encroaching upon the yellow that represented the Titans. They had already claimed nine layers of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Below the battle map, two pillars of light—one blood-red, one yellow—indicated each side’s losses.

The beast army had suffered two million casualties, while the Titans’ losses exceeded five million.

And this was achieved only after the Titans’ strongest had been gravely wounded. If their elite forces had remained intact, what price would the beast horde have paid to seize the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains?

No wonder Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord felt a pang of sorrow for his army’s losses and a shudder before the Titans’ terrifying defenses.

“Yet, was it worth exposing the Assassin Tower as our beast clan’s vassal?” Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord asked with curiosity, looking at Unkilled Great Fierce Lord.

As Lord of the Assassin Tower, Unkilled Great Fierce Lord’s leadership had dealt heavy blows to the Titans, but at great cost—killing a thousand enemies at the price of eight hundred losses.

Without exaggeration, after this battle, the once-fierce Assassin Tower would vanish without a trace.

Unkilled Great Fierce Lord shook his head with a smile. “There is only one race in the world with unparalleled defense: the Titans. The Assassin Tower has only one last use. Do you think it’s worth it?”

The true identity of the Assassin Tower had long been known to powerful races like the Dragon clan, though they had kept it secret.

After the Titan War, the news that the Assassin Tower was a vassal of the beast clan would inevitably spread throughout the primal wilds.

The Assassin Tower would face the wrath of all ancient races and be wiped from existence.

Thus, Unkilled Great Fierce Lord said the Assassin Tower had only one last chance to be of use.

“For the grand cause of the Sacred Clan, such sacrifices are inevitable,” Unkilled Great Fierce Lord said firmly, his tone gentle but resolute.

“Yes! Everything is for the Sacred Clan’s great enterprise!” Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord gazed at the ferocious battle raging between the beast army and the Titans, his resolve unshaken.

Just as they were lost in thought, a messenger startled both great lords.

“Report! Imperial decree from the Fierce Emperor!” A Fierce Emperor Guard clad in blood-red armor strode into the palace.

Half-kneeling before the two great lords, the guard respectfully presented a blood-red command token.

Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord and Unkilled Great Fierce Lord exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering with excitement.

As supreme commander, Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord accepted the Fierce Emperor’s order without hesitation, extending his divine awareness into the token to activate the commands within.

Suddenly, the token blazed with crimson light, revealing rows of blood-red characters:

“Quickly annihilate the Titan race. Fierce Earth to hold the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, guarding against the Phoenix clan. Unkilled to lead half the army to return to the Western Wilderness.”

In just a few words, the next grand moves of the beast race were laid bare.

“The Tian Conquest Plan is underway!” Even the usually composed Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord could not hide his excitement.

Unkilled Great Fierce Lord nodded, clenching his right fist with enthusiasm. “Fierce Earth, swiftly destroy the Titans. I can’t wait to return to the Western Wilderness.”

“Indeed! It’s time to settle the score with the Titans!” Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord nodded heavily, his voice grave.

Year 150,000 of the Divine Calendar.

Under the beast clan’s relentless assault, the grievously wounded Titan God Lord was slain by Fierce Earth Great Fierce Lord. The remnants of the Titan race were finally extinguished by the beast horde.

Unkilled Great Fierce Lord, unable to rest his exhausted troops, immediately led five million fierce beasts in a swift march toward the Western Wilderness.

The true era of the primal wilds was about to dawn.

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City of the Gods, the Divine Court, the Debate Platform.

After a series of negotiations with the Nether Demon Emperor, Divine Emperor Nan Luo formally conferred the title of Seven Desires Heavenly Lord upon the Seven Desires Demon Lord, appointing him as the liaison between the Divine and Nether Demon races.

Having resolved what was initially seen as a troublesome but ultimately fortuitous matter involving the Seven Desires Demon Lord and the Nether Demons, Divine Emperor Nan Luo now turned his attention to the last of the top ten debaters—the Slaughter Divine Lord.

The Slaughter Divine Lord specialized in the law of killing, wielding the Slaughter Divine Blade. Any who opposed him were cut down with a single stroke.

This was the known information about the Slaughter Divine Lord.

Yet, among the top ten debaters, which one was simple or without backing? Each was a colossal problem in their own right.

If the Debate Grand Ceremony were not hosted by the Divine Court with Divine Emperor Nan Luo presiding, chaos would have long since erupted at the hands of these figures.

The top ten debaters each represented powerful factions, one reason Nan Luo was unwilling to rank them in superiority.

Even someone as mighty as Divine Emperor Nan Luo, who had yet to reach the sacred realm, had to compromise on matters he found distasteful.

This was the true demeanor of a leader of a powerful race.

Leaders who carried their clans in ceaseless battle against heaven and earth had no future in this unfathomable primal world—only certain death.

“Slaughter Divine Lord, step forward!” Nan Luo’s majestic voice echoed slowly, drawing the gaze of millions of divine beings present.

As the last appointed among the top ten debaters, the Slaughter Divine Lord was destined to be the focus of countless divine eyes.

Had he been a weaker cultivator, he would have long since broken under such scrutiny.

But among the top ten, especially the Slaughter Divine Lord, each was a powerhouse who cared little for such attention.

Guest Hall, Dragon Clan Hall.

Zhu Long’s golden dragon eyes widened thoughtfully as he watched the Slaughter Divine Lord on the debate platform.

He mused: “My elder brother, His Majesty, said that the Debate Grand Ceremony would witness earth-shattering events, pushing the Divine Race into an abyss of no return.”

“But so far, aside from that Five Elements Dao Sovereign, nothing major has occurred, and even the Five Elements Dao Sovereign’s schemes were easily thwarted by the Divine Emperor.”

Trusting his ancestor absolutely, Zhu Long harbored no doubt about his elder brother’s words.

“Only the Slaughter Divine Lord remains. What earth-shaking event could he possibly unleash?!”