sinovels Chapter 182 Calamity Aura Pervades, Conflict Escalates
Chapter 182 Calamity Aura Pervades, Conflict Escalates
Chapter 182 Calamity Aura Pervades, Conflict Escalates
Time flies, and a Yuanhui (a unit of time in Chinese mythology) is as fleeting as a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall of time.
However, this era was filled with oppression, restlessness, and an ever-growing sense of despair for all living beings in the primordial world.
The calamity energy between heaven and earth had become so dense that it had almost materialized, like a thick gray fog that not only shrouded mountains and rivers but also deeply invaded the consciousness of every living being.
Those with low cultivation levels are often attacked by nameless inner fire during meditation, causing the three flowers to become disordered and the flow of the five elements to reverse. They may inexplicably suffer from qi deviation and demonic possession, and it would be considered fortunate if their physical body were to collapse.
When the true spirit is corrupted by the calamity energy, its temperament becomes violent and irritable, which in turn leads to more killings and generates more calamity energy, forming an irreversible vicious cycle.
The sky often appears an ominous dark red, not the glow of sunset, but the accumulation of immeasurable calamity energy above the heavens.
It obscures the moon and sun, and obscures the stars in the sky. The light of the sun, moon and stars, when penetrating this layer of silt, is as if covered by an indelible blood-red veil, and the light it casts carries a hint of rust and a sweet, metallic scent.
The spirituality of the mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees gradually faded away, replaced by a sense of desolation and sorrow deeply rooted in the source of the earth's veins. Streams murmured, and mountain winds wept, as if all things in heaven and earth foresaw the coming of the final calamity and spontaneously cried out in grief.
The three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, as the protagonists of the primordial world, have enjoyed the fortune of heaven and earth for countless eons.
The contradictions and karma accumulated by their own struggle for resources, territory, and the right to speak were already at the tipping point of explosion, like dry firewood piled up to the sky, just one spark away from erupting.
Under the laws of Heaven, the rise and fall of a nation is inevitable. No race can stand forever. Even the mighty Pangu, who created the world, transformed into all things. How much less so the three races?
Luo Hou and his demon clan's underhanded provocations, demonic seeding, and malevolent influences are like constantly throwing scorching embers into the most dangerous volcano, using their supreme magic to incite unrest.
Drawing out the toxic fire energy from the earth's lungs greatly accelerated and worsened this process, making the moment of the "sudden" eruption much earlier, more violent, and more intense than the natural workings of the heavens.
Throughout this long and oppressive era, friction at the borders of the three races never ceased; on the contrary, it intensified.
What might have started as a private feud between young members of two clans over a quarrel or a dispute over a spiritual herb quickly escalated into an armed conflict between small groups. Like scattered sparks, it eventually gathered into a prairie fire and evolved into an uncontrollable regional war.
In this long, bloody, and seemingly endless prelude, all three races paid a heavy price.
Countless elders and generals who were once renowned, considered legends in their respective regions, and whose cultivation had reached at least the Golden Immortal or even the Tai Luo realm.
In a series of meticulously planned raids, ruthless ambushes, and head-on battles, they fall like meteors. The energy released when their light dies out often affects more innocent lives, creating even greater tragedies.
A dragon king of the dragon race controls a great river system that runs across the prehistoric continent from north to south, nourishing countless creatures. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, and he commands countless aquatic dragons.
However, during an inspection of the Water Palace, he was trapped by several elders of the Phoenix Clan who had been lying in wait for a long time and were skilled in combined attacks. They used their innate Nirvana Fire to form the "Heaven-Burning and Spirit-Destroying Great Array".
That Nirvana Fire is no ordinary fire; it is a flame of the law that draws life from destruction and then ignites destruction from the point of extreme life, specifically designed to counter the water elemental supernatural powers of the dragon race.
No matter how the Dragon King roared, stirred up billions of hectares of waves, and activated the Dragon Pearl to protect itself, it was ultimately penetrated into its sea of consciousness by the colorless and invisible flames, burning away its dragon soul. Its enormous dragon corpse, which was tens of thousands of miles long, fell like a mountain range.
With a deafening roar, the mighty river was cut in half, blocking the waterway and causing a massive flood that submerged countless homes on both banks, filling the sky with resentment.
A princess of the Phoenix Clan, whose wings are just beginning to grow and whose bloodline is extremely pure, is highly regarded by the Phoenix Lord and is believed to be very likely to break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm within the next ten thousand years. She is naturally lively.
Unable to bear the increasingly tense atmosphere within the tribe, he inspected a scenic grove of paulownia trees on the border.
They were ambushed by the "Earth-Splitting Guard," the most elite force of the Qilin Clan, led by the Black Jade Qilin, and several "Dragon Clan Traitors" with strange auras, who were actually demons disguised by secret techniques and deliberately imitated the aura of the dragons.
The black jade unicorn possessed unparalleled defense, empowered by the power of the earth, and withstood the Phoenix Clan Princess's Southern Bright Fire. Meanwhile, the "Dragon Clan traitors" unleashed insidious and vicious demonic powers, eroding her protective divine light.
Although the princess fought valiantly, burning down the Thousand Mile Mountain Love, severely injuring the Black Jade Qilin, and causing its feathers to wither, she ultimately fought to the point of exhaustion. Her primordial divine fire was extinguished little by little in despair, like a magnificent glass lamp shattering and its light dissipating.
A highly respected elder of the Qilin clan, known for his benevolence and virtue, who mediated many conflicts among the various races of the prehistoric world and was regarded as a protector by countless weaker groups.
While attempting to mediate a conflict between two subordinate races over a newly formed spirit stone vein, he was confronted by someone who had already been implanted with a demonic seed by the demon race.
A dragon general, who had been lying in wait, launched a surprise attack.
The dragon general's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was surrounded by demonic energy. He had long lost his mind and was left with only a pure desire to kill.
In his haste, the auspicious beast elder unleashed the Light of Benevolence, a divine power that gathers the faith and willpower of all spirits, impervious to all laws and causing evil spirits to retreat.
However, the frenzied killing intent stirred up by the demonic seed, combined with the powerful physical strength of the dragon race itself, forcibly tore apart the light barrier of benevolence in a way that was almost self-destructive.
The elder hesitated for a moment, and was pierced through the chest by the dragon general's attack that burned his essence blood, and the Qilin's true blood was spilled on the wasteland.
The auspicious energy contained within it intertwined with the demonic energy, causing that wasteland to become a desolate wasteland devoid of life and chaotic in its laws for tens of thousands of years to come.
These high-ranking figures were all pillars of their communities. Their successive falls were like adding a final, unbearable weight to bowstrings that were already stretched to their limit and groaning under the strain.
The seeds of hatred had long been sown, and now they were fully ignited by the blood and death of loved ones, teachers, and close friends, growing into a towering tree of revenge that blotted out the sky. Its roots entangled reason, and its canopy obscured the future.
The voices of the doves within the three races, who had previously harbored hope, advocated restraint, and sought negotiation, were completely drowned out, replaced by the full-scale rise of the hawks.
They chanted slogans such as "blood for blood," "only war can bring peace," and "we will annihilate foreign races and be the only ones who are supreme," completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope for resolving the conflict through communication.
The clarion call of total war was finally sounded in a manner that was both tragic and frenzied, after a period of accumulated, thick, impenetrable killing intent and deep-seated hatred!
The horn sound pierced the sky, shook the four seas, and spread throughout the eight wastelands, announcing the official start of a blood-red era!