Chapter 715 Xuanwu(Proper Noun) Karma

Meanwhile, deep within the Black Tortoise Sea of the distant Eastern Ocean, 2 figures—1 elderly and 1 young—sat calmly across from each other, engaged in a game of Go.

The elder was hunched over, his hair a silvery white, as if he were a tree on the verge of withering away.

A faint stir flickered between his brows as he gazed into the distant void and remarked calmly, "That young scion of the Ji Family has finally made a move against the Blood God."

The young man’s brow furrowed slightly. After a long moment of contemplation, he finally spoke, “Honored Ancestor, this battle will determine the fate of the Eastern Sea. It is the perfect opportunity for you to intervene.”

"If the Ji Clan reclaims the Blood God Island, the strength of the human race in the Eastern Sea will surely surge. Soon enough, they might gradually encroach upon our demon tribe's territories. Why are you standing by and doing nothing to intervene in this war?"

The elder set down the chess piece in his hand upon hearing this, yet shook his head and said, "Engaging in conflict with others inevitably breeds enmity. The reason I have lived for 1 100 70 1000 years is by cultivating goodwill, not by flaunting ferocity or valor."

"All these years, countless peerless talents that only emerge once in 10 1000 years have perished on their path to enlightenment. I alone have survived to this day, all because I have always chosen benevolence in my dealings with others."

The young man furrowed his brows upon hearing this and couldn't help but remark, "But once the Human Tribe gains power, our Demon Tribe will surely suffer."

"Silly child, since when have there been so-called 'Yao Tribe' in this world?"

The Black Tortoise Patriarch shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Demons are inherently diverse beings of this world. Dragons do not dwell with serpents, and the great roc can hardly flock with sparrows of the woods. We differ not only in race, but many of us are mortal enemies. How then could we be collectively called 1 race?"

"The so-called 'Demon Race' is merely a collective designation imposed upon our myriad races by the dominant human race of the Violet Realm. They coined this term to set themselves apart from the 10 1000 races, proclaiming their own celestial favor and inherent nobility."

"Since the demon race originally consisted of 10 1000 clans, it is impossible for them to unite as 1." The Black Tortoise Patriarch explained methodically before adding calmly, "The innate natures of these myriad clans differ vastly—some are vicious while others are benevolent."

"Some races harbor an undying enmity toward humanity, while others hold the potential for coexistence."

The young man listened quietly, then spoke hesitantly, "Are you suggesting that after the Eastern Sea humans gain greater power, they won't... turn against us?"

"Indeed, it is so." The Black Tortoise Patriarch placed a chess piece upon the board and remarked impassively, "When Emperor Jiang attained enlightenment in the past, this old man contributed significantly to his ascension. Most of the immortal lineages among humankind also share some ties of acquaintance with me."

"Otherwise, do you truly believe that with my current strength, I could have seized this Eastern Sea Azure Dragon’s sanctum from Eldrin (Person Name), a celestial being himself?"

"Such a karmic bond truly exists?" The youth drew a sharp breath, gazing at Patriarch Xuanwu in astonishment. "With such extensive connections, no wonder you've dominated the Violet Realm for nearly 2 100 1000 years."

"Merely clinging to life by a thread—how could that be considered dominating the world?"

The Black Tortoise Patriarch shook his head and calmly continued, "So long as the Outer Realm Demons do not breach our defenses, let the cultivators of the human, demon, and monster paths squabble as they please. I shall not interfere unless they disturb my cultivation."

Deep within the Far Sea Cultivation World, both the Tengshe Sea and the Dapeng Sea witnessed equally astonishing visions emerging.

The Eldrin Teng Snake found itself blocked mid-air by a lone figure, and let out a cold sneer. "You’ve fallen into demonic cultivation, yet still fight for the human race—what a pity. By abandoning such great potential, you have doomed yourself to never reach the realm of Immortal or Demon in this lifetime."

"Becoming an immortal or a demon—what does it matter? This old man seeks nothing but to guard a sliver of peace in this world."

Elder Longgu calmly set up a chessboard, his gaze serene as he studied the game layout. "Brother Tengshe," he remarked, "with cultivation realms like ours, it seems unlikely we could determine life or death."

"Rather than waste our strength and end up in mutual ruin, why not settle this with a game of Go?"

Elsewhere in the Roc Sea, 2 Roc Demon Ancestors were preparing to depart when they glimpsed 2 supremely majestic figures emerging from the depths of the void.

The Azure-Winged Roc Demon Ancestor furrowed his brow, then sat down and shook his head. "Forget it. That measly Blood God Ancestor isn't worth an all-out war against the humans!"

Deep within the East Sea, in the Crystal Dragon Palace, an elegant white dragon gazed at the figure before it, its expression profoundly complicated. "I wondered how the Violet Radiance Thunder Dragon Jade could manifest as a dragon," it murmured, "never imagining it was someone's Second Spirit."

"Should I address you as the Violet Radiance Thunder Dragon, or as Saint Lord Dorian (Person Name)?"

"What’s the point of saying this now?"

The violet lightning-wreathed thunder dragon coiled and danced through the air, its voice tinged with complexity as it spoke, "I must stand in your way. Should you intervene in this battle, my true self would likely fail to claim the Blood God Sea Region (Location)."

"Very well," Bailong spat out, his voice sharp with humiliation and rage. "I regarded you as my dao companion, yet you have been scheming against me from the very beginning."

"In that case, I shall confine you within this Dragon Palace, forever bound to the White Dragon Sea."

Seeing this, the Violet Radiance Thunder Dragon panicked and said in astonishment, "My lady, let us speak calmly."

Putting aside the matter of the few demon patriarchs for now, a great battle was already imminent within the Blood God Sea Region (Location).

As Blood God Island was breached, the 2 Primordial Spirit Elders took the lead, immediately unleashing their divine abilities and spiritual treasures to assault the Blood God Island Patriarch.

Facing the assaults of both opponents, Patriarch Blood God showed not the slightest fear. Though fighting 1 against 2, his cultivation had reached the peak of Divine Soul Third Layer, enabling him to withstand their combined attacks without yielding an inch.

"First, we eradicate the demonic cultivators, then lend a hand to assist the Dao Lord."

At that very moment, the Grand Elder of the Ji Clan spoke.

At his command, hundreds of Nascent Soul True Monarchs soared forth in succession, giving chase to the demonic cultivator True Monarchs.

The demonic cultivators of the Blood God Island were nearly countless, yet those at the Nascent Soul stage numbered only around a 100. Now, facing pursuit by several times as many human Nascent Soul cultivators, they inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

Eldrin and the others joined forces, swiftly driving the demonic cultivators into a relentless retreat.

"Not good!"

The Blood God Patriarch instantly sensed impending doom. Most demonic cultivators were selfish and opportunistic; faced with a battle they were certain to lose, they would likely scatter like frightened sparrows in no time.

At that thought, the Blood God Elder released 8 Blood Demon Progenies to descend.

With Blood God Elder's cultivation at the third level of the Primordial Spirit, the Blood Demon Sons he manifested were immensely powerful, each possessing combat prowess comparable to Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm).

As the 8 Blood Demon Sons struck in succession, they slew over a dozen Nascent Soul True Monarchs in just a few exchanges.

"Beware of Blood Fiend Child."

A Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) expert from the Eastern Sea cultivation world shouted, then stepped forward to intercept 1 of the Blood God’s Progeny.

In the Eastern Sea cultivation world, there were only about a dozen Half-Step Primordial Spirits (Cultivation Realm). Yet in this battle, as many as 3 Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) cultivators joined the fray, taking turns to intercept 3 of the Blood Demon Seeds.

Eldrin scanned his surroundings and saw 4 Blood Fiend Progenies still wreaking havoc. These fiends possessed terrifying power—without cultivation at the late Nascent Soul stage, 1 simply couldn't restrain them. For a moment, they actually suppressed the entire crowd, leaving everyone helpless.

Seeing the critical situation, Eldrin stepped forward without hesitation and launched an attack toward 1 of the Blood Demon Clones.