Chapter 1504: Chapter 656: Ji Xiuning Trembles, The Origin of the World War
Because the stars are ever so far away, gazing up at the starry sky from any corner of this world reveals the same scene.
It’s already remarkable that the Mirror Demon King can deduce that the Ghost King’s death will occur in the Sea of Misfortune.
Thus, the final vision from the Eye of the Ghost King and the current starry sky picture are nearly identical, except for the position of the moon.
“Master, the blood-colored star!” Gou Li said.
Lanling nodded; once again, every hundred years, the blood-colored star appears.
Each time signifies a dreadful calamity of bloodshed, but what about this time?
Lanling has practically exterminated the Silver Alliance and killed Nai Shu’s hundreds of thousands of troops; does that count as a disaster of bloodshed?
Of course it does, but it is far from worthy of the appearance of the blood-colored star!
Every appearance of the blood-colored star signifies at least the death of tens of millions.
That’s right, tens of millions!
Rakshasa City, Little Rakshasa Royal Mansion.
Like a jade sculpture, the Little Rakshasa King gazes up at the sky, staring at the blood-colored star.
“Husband, do you feel anything?” Meng Tuoluo softly asked.
The Little Rakshasa King replied, “I am waiting.”
Then he said nothing more.
He is waiting to see how large, how bright, and at what frequency the blood-colored star’s light will flicker.
This also indicates how great this disaster of bloodshed will be.
If it’s like before, it means about tens of millions will die. Whether it’s one of the eight demon territories or the Human Kingdom, they can endure it. Read complete version only at novelFɪre.net
In fact, the Motuo Empire’s sweeping through the Northern Barbaric Lands has killed far more than tens of millions of barbarians.
On the tower top of the Misfortune Cave Abode.
The Demon Banner Master also gazes up at the blood-colored star.
His wife is not by his side; she went to Rakshasa City, saying she must collect the body of their son Nai Shu.
“Father, do you think the disaster of bloodshed might be brought by Lanling?” the Demon Banner Master’s eldest son asked.
The Demon Banner Master shook his head and said, “No, he doesn’t have the stature for it.”
From the northern Dongli Kingdom to the Flame Empire, to the Rage Wave Kingdom, Xiliang Kingdom, Motuo Empire, Dragon Temple, the eight great Demon Kings of the Southern Barbaric Lands—all gaze up at the starry sky.
Everyone awaits the flickering of the blood-colored star.
Before it finally extinguishes, how many times will the red light flicker? This is heaven’s revelation!
The blood-colored star appears once every hundred years.
Upon appearance, every hundred flickers sees one red light.
But most crucial is how many times it will flicker red light before it disappears.
The more times the red light flickers, the greater the disaster of bloodshed in this world, the larger the scale of war, the more deaths.
Rage Wave Kingdom, the Dragon Temple, at the top of the Dragon Tower.
Chief Judge Fu Lingxi of the Zhi Du Sanctuary Tribunal, Queen Zhiyan of the Rage Wave Kingdom, stands atop the tower gazing at the sky.
Accompanied by Fang Qingshu of Yin Zhou, Duke Zhi Ao (Ling Ao) and others!
The appearance of the blood-colored star is a very, very important day; star-gazing is also a sacred and solemn affair.
So, as the nation’s queen, Zhiyan came to the highest place in Zhi Du, the Dragon Tower of the Holy Temple, to watch the stars.
“Is there any historical record of how many times the blood-colored star flickered at the last moment?” Queen Zhiyan asked.
Duke Zhi Ao bowed and said, “Your Majesty, it was said that three thousand three hundred years ago, the blood-colored star flickered four times with blood-colored light before disappearing.”
Zhiyan said, “Was that exactly when Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor unified the Human Kingdom?”
Fu Lingxi said, “Not only the Human Kingdom, but also the establishment of the Ghost King Empire in the Barbaric Wilderness, which unified one-third of the Southern Barbaric Wilderness. During that period, countless lives were lost worldwide. According to the Dragon Temple’s classified data, the Ghost King Empire killed over a billion Demon Clan People during those decades. As for Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, everyone knows… hehe!”
Usually, when talking about the Dragon Emperor, one must use the utmost respectful tone because he is the civilizational founding figure of the Human Kingdom, its savior. But the high levels of the Dragon Temple have ceased to mask their hostility towards the Dragon Emperor.
The Southern Barbaric Lands!
The Tiancha tribe, Lijue Demon Summit!
This is the highest peak of the Tiancha tribe; atop this summit, the Tiancha King built the highest Demonic Tower, standing nine hundred ninety-nine meters tall.
This Demonic Tower was constructed using crystal stones and various secretive metals, consuming thirty-three years of the Tiancha tribe’s efforts to complete.
The Tiancha King believes this enables him to be closer to the Divine Demon in the heavens.
At this moment, the Tiancha King is meditating atop the Demonic Tower, gazing at the starry sky, waiting for the flicker of the blood-colored star.
“Where is my most beautiful, strongest, purest princess?” the Tiancha King asked.
“She went exploring,” Crown Prince Tiancha replied, “She said the blood-colored star is not worth watching; whatever has to be done should just be done.”
The Tiancha King smiled gently.
Crown Prince Tiancha said, “Father, the Rakshasa King is rallying the six Demon Kings; they are negotiating over the Yunhai, attempting to form an alliance to restrain us.”
The Tiancha King said, “A bunch of fools, they truly believe the contract with the Dragon Temple can protect them. Just because the Dragon Temple doesn’t act, doesn’t mean the Motuo Empire won’t. Over these decades, the Motuo Empire has thoroughly infiltrated the entire Southern Barbaric Lands, yet they pretend not to know. If I don’t unify the entire Southern Barbaric Lands, condensing the eight demon races into a single fist, how can we resist the Motuo Empire?”
The Tiancha King has been preparing for this battle for decades, if added to the efforts of his ancestors, it has been centuries.
However, such preparations are never thorough.