Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Father and Son’s Conversation, the Battle Begins
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Looking at the chubby boy before him, whose small eyes were wide open and mouth agape, unable to close, Chen Xing grinned mischievously. He wrapped his arm around the little demon nearby, winking at the chubby boy, “This is your future sister-in-law — a genuine Nine-Tailed White Fox, raised by me since childhood!”
The chubby boy ignored Chen Xing’s provocation, eyes round as saucers, muttering, “The number one goddess of humanity as a wife, plus a Nine-Tailed White Fox, and she’s a little girl raised to adulthood. This is the peak of life!”
Suddenly, the chubby boy threw himself to the ground, clutching Chen Xing’s leg and howling, “Big brother, you’re the best! Please, take me as your disciple!”
After some playful scuffling, Chen Xing’s parents gradually regained their composure. Their gazes at Chen Xing were filled with indescribable emotions — complex, with both pride and reluctance.
Chen Xing’s mother tried several times to speak, wanting to say something, but was stopped by his father. Chen Xing’s father lowered his head, pondering for a moment, and then said to Chen Xing, “Little Xing, I want to ask you a few questions. There are no outsiders here. Just answer yes or no, is that alright?” There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Chen Xing nodded crisply, “Dad, go ahead!”
After organizing his words, Chen Xing’s father slowly asked, “Are you now an immortal?”
Chen Xing considered for a moment, then nodded slightly, “More or less.” The chubby boy rolled his eyes — already involved with Nuwa, and still “more or less” — but refrained from interrupting.
“You’re certain Earth is about to disappear? And you brought everyone from Earth here?”
Chen Xing nodded, confirming his father’s words.
Seeing Chen Xing’s affirmation, his father’s heart surged with overwhelming emotion. Steadying himself, he continued, “I just want to know, will Earth ever reappear?”
Chen Xing hesitated briefly, then nodded and explained, “Earth was not supposed to exist right now, but due to some unexpected events, it will naturally reappear in the future. The chubby one knows something about this.” He glanced at Zhu, the chubby boy.
Zhu nodded, “If the legends are true, it’s indeed not time for Earth to appear yet.” Chen Xing’s aunt, He Qian, asked curiously, “But haven’t you always lived on Earth? How do you know all this?”
The chubby boy shot Chen Xing an annoyed look, then turned to He Qian, “Aunt, haven’t you read novels? Creation Chinese Web? Singularity Web? There are tons of prehistoric novels.”
He Qian was speechless — he actually took novels seriously.
Chen Xing explained, “Most novels on Earth are reflections of myriad worlds. Quite a few can be taken as truth.” Everyone was even more speechless.
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“Ahem!” Chen Xing’s father cleared his throat, interrupting everyone, and addressed Chen Xing seriously, “I have two last questions. First, can we ever return to Earth?”
He waved off the chubby boy’s attempt to interject. Chen Xing replied, “It’s possible, but only when the true Earth reappears.”
Nodding, his father understood — since they’d arrived in the prehistoric world, longevity was no longer a concern, so they could wait.
“There’s one last question. You… must have learned your true origins, right?” It seemed as though Chen Xing’s father had used all his strength to ask this, and afterward he slumped into the stone chair.
Hearing this, Chen Xing’s mother, He Ying, covered her mouth, large tears rolling from her eyes.
Chen Xing was silent for a long time before solemnly responding, “I knew about this when I left Earth. I have already repaid their kindness for giving me life. From now on, there’s nothing owed between us. You will always be my parents, and Mi Mi will forever be my true sister.” His words were resolute.
Upon hearing this, He Ying immediately embraced Chen Xing and wept bitterly, stopping only after a long period of comfort.
The chubby boy, seeing they’d finished, got up at once, “Xingzi, I haven’t had a proper look around since coming here. Take me for a walk!”
Seeing that everything was fine, He Ying took the two future daughters-in-law aside to whisper. Chen Xing nodded, greeted his father, and set off with the chubby boy. Along the way, Zhu’s booming voice echoed through the air,
“Xingzi, how about we take Hong Jun as our master?”
“Hong Jun is my friend.”
“Ah! Then can I be his chief disciple?”
“Then what do you call me?”
“Oh, right, the seniority doesn’t match. So, do you think it’s easy to find a wife in the prehistoric world?”
“Get lost…”
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Within the prehistoric world, the armies of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, after nearly a decade of gathering, were now moving slowly toward the predetermined battlefield under their leaders’ command. The entire realm was in turmoil; countless cultivators desperately fled the impending war zone of the three clans.
The clan leaders were no fools. They vaguely suspected that the turmoil within their clans over the years had been stirred up by the Western Demonic Clan, and so naturally set the battlefield in the West.
In the West, the demon leader Rahu received the news and could not help but sneer. He was merely collecting murderous energy to refine the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation; what did the destruction of the western lands matter?
With the great battle imminent, Rahu grew ever more excited, instructing his subordinates to deploy the energy-gathering formation around the battlefield. To hasten the refining of the formation diagram, Rahu even placed it directly at the heart of the western lands.
Within the prehistoric world, fate became utterly chaotic, murderous energy surged everywhere. The vanguard troops of the three clans collided, and instantly, roars and shouts of killing resounded across heaven and earth.
The Dragon Clan’s myriad dragons soared, each regaining their true forms, writhing endlessly in the void. Their dragon cries shook the world as they charged the allied forces. The alliance also revealed their true forms; a hundred phoenixes cried in unison, their calls echoing across the land as flames billowed from their bodies, attacking the dragons.
The Qilin Clan transformed into gigantic primordial forms, stomping the earth and roaring as they crashed directly into the Dragon Clan’s army. The world changed color as bodies from every clan rained down from the sky, blood soaking the western land. Roars, screams, and the cacophony of battle became the dominant melody of the moment.
Soon, the tens of millions of troops from all three clans arrived at the battlefield. Seeing their vanguards already locked in combat, the cultivators hesitated no longer, roaring as they joined the fray, turning the western prehistoric region into a meat grinder — blood splattering, heads rolling, every fighter’s eyes lost all reason, corrupted by the calamity’s murderous energy, fighting mechanically without regard for their own safety.
Above the Nine Heavens, the clan leaders, accompanied by their strongest warriors, stood opposed, watching their clansmen fight to the death below. The Phoenix Clan leader sighed, “This is the debt we incurred long ago, and now must be repaid with the lives of so many clansmen. Is it worth it?”
The Ancestral Dragon ignored the Phoenix leader’s lament, grinning fiercely, “We’ve come this far, there’s no turning back. Only by fighting can we claim a bright future. Come! Battle!” With a roar, he transformed into a colossal dragon, leading his warriors to attack the opposing camp.
The Phoenix leader and Qilin leader exchanged glances; the Phoenix’s sorrow shifted to sharp resolve. With a cry, she transformed into a magnificent seven-colored primordial phoenix, charging at the Ancestral Dragon. Instantly, countless corpses of the three clans rained from the sky, victims of the epic clash between the Ancestral Dragon and Phoenix leader.
The Qilin leader, seeing the two locked in combat, roared and joined the fray, hoping to ally with the Phoenix to slay the Ancestral Dragon and thereby remove the threat of the Dragon Clan.
Their battle seemed capable of annihilating all life. Waves of magic power swept across the majority of the battlefield, causing countless warriors from the three clans to fall. But the three, now blinded by rage, had no concern for anything, turning the sky blood-red with their ferocious fight.
No one noticed that every time someone died, their murderous energy transformed into a black thread, gathering according to a certain pattern toward a single place.