A Hundred Years
The invasion of the Devil Race and the Blood Race had left this continent in ruins. Unlike the previous invasion of the Devil Race, the people here had lost too much in this war. There were too many things that needed to be sacrificed, to be remembered, and to be washed away by time to welcome a new life.
A hundred years.
Even with the help of the three sacred lands and the support of the ley line, it took a full hundred years for the continent to recover its vitality.
During that time, the Half-Beast Region acknowledged the existence of the half-beastmen. They returned to the Beast Region, which had lost the heads of the four Sacred Beast Clans, and gained new life.
The Immortal Region, Underworld, and Heavenly Court were no longer enemies. They formed an alliance.
Even so, the survivors who'd survived were grateful for their future, but their hearts were still filled with indelible scars.
After becoming the head of the Treasure Tower, Zuo Mo didn't hesitate at all. She immediately announced that she'd cut all ties with the Nine-tailed Fox Clan.
The elders objected, but Zuo Mo used thunderous methods to intimidate them.
As expected, Li Jiayi became the sect master of the Hundred Flowers Gate, and Lin Xiyue became the city lord of Hundred Flowers City. Half a year after the war, Su Liu 'er was no longer able to suppress her divine power and ascended. The position of clan head fell to Su Zhu. A few months after Su Liu 'er ascended, Su Yan vanished from the Nine-tailed Fox Clan.
This was a major event in the Beast Region. The Nine-tailed Fox Clan mobilized all of its manpower to search for her, but to no avail.
It was as if she'd vanished from the face of the earth.
Su Yan wasn't the only one. Another shocking event occurred in the Outer Realms.
Emperor Ye's son, Tiantian, also disappeared a few months after the war ended. Her disappearance shook the entire Three Realms. Only when the Buddha arrived did he say that everything had karma. He told them not to worry, and that the matter was over. However, the Leisure House Ye Zichen had left behind never stopped searching for Tiantian.
Zhuge Kongming and an elder of the Vermillion Bird Clan inherited his mother Zhuge Hong's will and became the clan head. Little White returned to the Tiangou Clan and inherited the position of clan head. The White Emperor abdicated and ascended a few years later. Tu Biyu's son inherited the position of clan head of the Black Tortoise Clan, while Xia Yingda continued as clan head of the Dragon Clan.
As for the Flying Serpent Clan that betrayed the Beast Region, they were exterminated by the other peak clans of the Beast Region. From then on, the Flying Serpent Clan ceased to exist.
Ye Zichen.
In order to commemorate his sacrifice, the Three Realms, including the Beast Region, erected a statue of him on the border between the Immortal Region and the Beast Region.
However, due to the large number of worshippers, over time, this place became a flourishing ancestral hall.
In short, a series of changes had taken place in the past hundred years.
Due to the dragon vein, both the human and the Demonic Beast clans' cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. Countless new factions had sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain, causing the continent to gradually move towards a prosperous period.
"Sect Leader, that was clearly the secret place that we discovered, but they said that they had discovered it long ago. In order not to destroy the medicinal valley, they did not pick the medicinal herbs inside. It was obvious that they wanted to seize it by force. The few envoys we sent didn't even get to enter their sect before they were chased out. Even if they are one of the top powers, our Hall of Slaughter isn't a pushover. "
The Hall of Slaughter was a well-known figure amongst the new factions of the past hundred years. Right now, they were discussing a secret place they'd discovered filled with large quantities of medicinal herbs, enough to further increase their overall strength.
However, what they couldn't tolerate was that the moment they'd discovered it, the Hundred Flowers Gate had ordered them to evacuate, telling them that the secret place belonged to them.
Just as they were about to lose their prey, they couldn't bear it any longer.
"That's right, the Hundred Flowers Gate doesn't take our Hall of Slaughter seriously at all. Calling them a peak faction is just flattering them. If we're talking about true peak factions, Brother Ting broke through to the immortal king level not too long ago. We're the true peak faction. The way I see it, they're too full of themselves. We should show them what we're made of. "
"That's not a good idea. No matter what, the Hundred Flowers Gate's Sect Leader and Emperor Ye … …"
"Emperor Ye, give him face and call him Emperor Ye. If you don't give him face, isn't he just a dead man?"
"Shut your mouth!"
At that moment, a black-robed man seated high in the hall shouted angrily. He was none other than the Hall of Slaughter's Sect Leader, Yun Ting.
Yun Ting could be said to be the most dazzling figure to appear in the past hundred years. He was only forty years old, but he was already an immortal king. Countless people trembled in fear at the mere mention of his battle arts.
"If it weren't for Emperor Ye, would you still be sitting here? No matter what, Emperor Ye created a future for us. If anyone dares to speak ill of him, don't blame me, Yun Ting, for disregarding our old friendship! "
The person who'd just slandered Ye Zichen nodded uneasily. The black-robed man's face was obscured, and he smiled sinisterly.
"But what you said earlier wasn't wrong. Although Emperor Ye's status is exalted, he can't influence the Hall of Slaughter's development. The Hundred Flowers Gate has borrowed Emperor Ye's name to intimidate others for far too long. Our Hall of Slaughter has been a second-rate faction for far too long. Shouldn't we find an opportunity to send them a signal? "
"Then what do you intend to do, Sect Leader?"
"Tonight, we attack the Hundred Flowers Gate."
With that, the black-robed man flicked his sleeves and left. No one saw his sinister smile.
Emperor Ye?
Who the hell did he think he was?
Night had fallen.
It was clearly not a particularly peaceful night. News had already spread that the Hall of Slaughter intended to attack the Hundred Flowers Gate. Countless factions of the Immortal Region were paying close attention to what was happening.
Among them, the Treasure Tower and Leisure House, two peak-level factions, were rushing to the Hundred Flowers Gate's aid.
It could be said that the Hall of Slaughter's signal was to contend with the three peak-level factions.
On the ancient road, the Hall of Slaughter mobilized in full force. They knew that the Treasure Tower and Leisure House were rushing to the Hundred Flowers Gate's aid, but that didn't affect Yun Ting at all.
These three factions were peak-level factions, but not a single one of them had truly broken through to the immortal king level.
Everyone below the immortal king level was an ant. Even if the three factions banded together, it wouldn't matter!
Tonight, they had to flatten the Hundred Flowers Gate!
However, at that moment, an old beggar appeared in the middle of the road, a gourd of wine in hand. He sat on the ground. The old beggar acted as if he hadn't seen them at all. He sat in the middle of the road, gulping down his wine.
"Out of the way!"
The members of the Hall of Slaughter roared angrily, but the old beggar continued to sit on the ground, unmoving, as if he hadn't heard them.
"You're looking to die!"
He'd been about to attack when Yun Ting stopped him before he'd even taken a few steps.
"Let's go around."
For some reason, when he saw the old beggar, Yun Ting felt his heart tremble with fear.
Although the members of the Hall of Slaughter didn't understand, they didn't dare disobey Yun Ting, so they took a detour. But at that moment, the old beggar, who had been sitting on the ground this entire time, suddenly raised his head. With a thud, he slammed his gourd of wine into the ground.
"Where are you going?"
"Hey, you old beggar … …"
"Shut up!"
Yun Ting snapped at the members of the Hall of Slaughter, then cupped his hands at the old beggar.
"Senior, we're preparing to go to the Hundred Flowers Gate."
"Go back. I'm protecting the Hundred Flowers Gate."
The old beggar's tone was very calm. After saying that, he picked up his gourd of wine and began to gulp down mouthful after mouthful.
The members of the Hall of Slaughter frowned. The way they saw it, this old man was too good at acting.
He was protecting them!
What was he going to use to protect them?!
Their Hall of Slaughter wasn't one of the most powerful sects in the world, but their sect master was a supreme expert with the strength of an immortal king.
This old beggar's sloppy appearance made him look nothing like an expert, yet he said he was protecting them … ….
He'd probably drunk too much fake wine!
Yun Ting couldn't help but frown. He couldn't quite figure out the old beggar's background, especially when he felt his heart tremble. He didn't dare act rashly.
But there was no way he'd go back.
He'd already announced that he was going to flatten the Hundred Flowers Gate. If he turned back now, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
"Senior … …"
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