Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 1128 Flower Soldiers and Tree People
At the Dragon Girl's command, the quiet Southern Region erupted into chaos once more.

This time, the South China Sea Demon Court was serious. Not only did they send out more demon kings and more aquatic soldiers, but they also dispatched Ao Xuan, a great aquatic general.

Ao Xuan, the patriarch of the Tunhai Ao clan, possesses the bloodline of the dragon clan and is a descendant of the dragon race.

The so-called "dragon race" refers to aquatic creatures that possess the bloodline of the dragon race. Their dragon bloodline is relatively mixed and they do not have pure dragon blood. Therefore, they are called "dragon race," which means they are subordinate to the dragon race.

True dragons have absolute bloodline suppression over dragons; they are both the most loyal warriors and the most lowly servants of the dragon race.

In the South China Sea Demon Court, the hierarchy among the aquatic races is extremely strict. The supreme Dragon Emperor is the absolute leader, and no demon race can disobey the Dragon Emperor's will.

Below the Dragon Emperor are numerous dragon-related races, who are the Dragon Emperor's supporters and the foundation of his rule over the South China Sea.

Ao Xuan was a powerful figure among the dragons. As soon as he set foot on the Southern Region, he launched a fierce attack on many forces in the Southern Region. In just a few days, he wiped out more than ten forces of varying sizes and occupied most of the Jinchuan Mountain Range.

Such a powerful attack caught the Hengshan Sect off guard, but the sect quickly responded by sending a large number of Golden Core cultivators to join the war.

The war in the Southern Region entered a new phase, with the Hengshan Sect and the South Sea Demon Court engaging in a fierce battle.

A large number of cultivators and aquatic creatures perished on the battlefield in the Southern Region, and many Golden Core cultivators and demon kings also fell.

The war in the Southern Region has escalated, and the situation in the entire Wanhua Region has once again become turbulent.

……

In the Palace of Skulls, a place of impermanence.

Chang Bu stood with his hands behind his back in front of the palace gate, gazing at the dusky sky.

The sky above the Land of Impermanence is always a dim yellow color, with no distinction between day and night, only an ever-present gloomy and ghostly aura.

Soul Maiden followed behind him and said, "Sect Master, the South Sea Demon Court and Hengshan Sect have already launched a full-scale war. Shouldn't we also join them?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was quite clear: shouldn't their Wuchang Ghost Sect also launch a full-scale war against the Wanhua Demon Court?

Despite the seemingly evenly matched battle between the Wuchang Ghost Sect and the Wanhua Demon Court, with both sides suffering heavy losses, the Wuchang Ghost Sect was actually not using its full strength, merely stalling the Wanhua Demon Court.

Chang Bu Zai asked, "Has the Heavenly Dao Master truly entered the Cycle of Reincarnation?"

"It's true! Our hidden agents in the Samsara Realm have sent word back that Lord Tianxian has indeed entered the depths of the Samsara Realm!" Soul Princess said with certainty.

Perhaps the Dragon Girl has a better understanding of the history of the Samsara Realm, but when it comes to understanding the current Samsara Realm, the Impermanent Ghost Sect is truly number one.

In fact, the Impermanent Ghost Sect has many connections with the Samsara Realm. The Impermanent Ghost Sect's method of cultivating Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets originated from the evil spirits of the Samsara Realm.

"Then let's start the war! We need to destroy the Wanhua Demon Court as soon as possible. We don't have time to waste on the Wanhua Demon Court!" Chang Buzai said calmly.

He didn't take the Wanhua Demon Court seriously at all. The Wanhua Demon Court was far weaker than the South Sea Demon Court and had no basis to contend with the Wuchang Ghost Sect.

The only person in the Wanhua Demon Court that he was wary of was the Wanhua Demon Emperor.

However, the fear was just that—fear.

……

Northern part of the Wanhua Mountains.

Countless ghostly soldiers and blood puppets were thrown down from the skeletal flying boats. The terrifying army of ghostly soldiers and blood puppets, like a black tide, submerged the mountain peaks and continued to spread southward.

Soon, the army of ghost soldiers crossed the boundary between the Impermanent Ghost Sect and the Myriad Flower Demon Court, and began a brutal and terrifying massacre.

The demon army was like a small boat in a raging sea before the seemingly endless army of ghost soldiers; it was overturned and buried in the deep sea in no time.

There was also the army of treants of the Demon Emperor Wanhua, but unfortunately the Demon Emperor Wanhua was not prepared, and the treants he left in the mountains were quickly swallowed up by the army of ghost soldiers.

As the battle lines continued to shift south, large numbers of demons fled in panic.

In just a few days, the Yin army advanced tens of thousands of miles south and was about to arrive at the mountains and forests where the Demon Ruins were located.

On the towering mountain peak, the Demon Emperor gazed at the dark sky to the north, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Always absent, humph!"

He realized that the Impermanent Ghost Sect was serious, and he was about to face their encirclement and annihilation.

"Your Majesty, what should we do next?" Xuanling asked, looking somewhat nervous.

The Wandering White Crane Clan was also tragic. Back then, when the Impermanent Ghost Sect attacked the Wanhua Mountain Range, the Demon Emperor was delayed in his cultivation, forcing him to lead his clansmen to flee their territory and stay away from the Wanhua Mountain Range.

Later, the Demon Emperor of Wanhua sent out a large army of tree people to block the Wuchang Ghost Sect, and Xuanling returned with the Wandering White Crane Clan.

But today he was facing the same situation as before, and the seemingly endless army of ghost soldiers filled him with dread.

Li Zhuo, standing beside him, frowned deeply. "There are just too many of these ghost soldiers!"

The Blazing Phoenix Clan is doing alright. Although the last major attack by the Impermanent Ghost Sect caused them considerable casualties, it did not cripple them.

After the Qingyuan Fox Clan went into hiding, the status of their Chihuang Clan under the Wanhua Demon Emperor was also elevated. Not only did they gain the Wanhua Demon Emperor's favor, but they also obtained a large amount of scarce resources from him, which greatly enhanced the strength of the Chihuang Clan.

Even now, facing the army of ghost soldiers, they still feel terrified.

The Demon Emperor Wanhua lowered his eyes slightly, "Since they want to fight, then let's fight them. I want to see if their Yin soldiers outnumber my Flower Soldiers and Tree Men!"

"Floral soldiers?" Li Zhuo was taken aback, somewhat not understanding the meaning of this term.

But she soon understood.

What is most abundant in the Demon Ruins?
It wasn't a delicate jade tree, but rather a variety of exotic flowers and rare herbs.

The flowers and plants covered the entire Demon Ruins. They had a beautiful appearance, but they were also very inconspicuous.

Those who enter the Demon Ruins will marvel at the beauty of the flower sea, but will not pay attention to what is special about those flowers and plants.

The Demon Emperor Wanhua took out the Azure Vein Seal, a faint smile appearing on his eerie face.

"The Impermanent Ghost Sect has a sea of ​​corpses and ghost islands accumulated over ten thousand years, and I, too, have a sea of ​​flowers and forests accumulated over ten thousand years!"

A radiant glow emanated from the Azure Vein Seal in his hand, and a cacophony of chattering suddenly arose from the demonic ruins portal at the foot of the mountain.

It sounded like a flock of birds chirping, or perhaps like a bunch of children making a ruckus.

Soon, small figures emerged from the gate of the Demon Ruins.

They were all only three feet tall and looked like porcelain dolls.

Naïve, cute, and adorable.

If there is only one, anyone who sees them will feel an overwhelming affection and want to hug and cuddle them.

But there were just too many of them.

They crowded together, piled up, and kept pouring out of the doorways, so dense it was unsettling.

The Demon Emperor Wanhua glanced down the mountain, and the adorable porcelain dolls surged into the forest like a tide.

The sight of dolls covering the mountains and fields was even more terrifying than the sight of ghostly soldiers and blood puppets covering the mountains and fields.

Soon, they formed a colorful wave.

The mountains are no longer the same mountains; their former verdant greenery is now tinged with various beautiful colors. Although their skin is snow-white, their clothes are all brightly colored.

These are the Flower Soldiers of the Demon Emperor of Myriad Flowers, beings transformed from rare flowers and exotic plants. They do not possess great strength, but their numbers are almost infinite.

Half an hour later, the black wave finally collided with the colorful wave. A red porcelain doll leaped up and hugged a blood puppet that was enveloped in bloody aura. The next moment, his legs turned into roots, wrapped around the blood puppet and pierced into its body.

"Cuckoo~"

He chuckled as the blood puppet's longsword severed his arm, yet he continued to laugh, his smile as radiant as a flower.

The next instant, his head was severed by the blood puppet, but his laughter did not stop, and his roots continued to wreak havoc inside the blood puppet's body.

His laughter finally stopped when the blood puppet was completely enveloped by roots, but that did not mean he was dead.

The head that had been rolling on the ground closed its eyes and transformed into a vibrant flower. And from its body, or more precisely, from its neck, another head grew.

"Cuckoo~"

Laughter broke out again, mingling with the laughter around them.

But the next moment his body was enveloped in a cloud of black mist, his laughter stopped abruptly, his life force dissipated, and he turned into a withered flower.

A ghostly soldier stepped over his corpse, its malevolent aura constantly devouring the flower soldiers, but the ghostly soldier's body was also entangled by countless roots.

Slowly, the ghostly soldiers fell, turning into a clump of roots, devoid of life, death, or malevolent energy.

The black waves surged in, and then colorful waves burst forth from the black waves.

The entire battlefield formed a long, clearly defined line, as if no one could cross it.

High in the sky, a lone figure stands, looking down at the strange battlefield below.

"Ghost soldiers, flower soldiers, I never expected the Demon Emperor to have such methods!"

Su Mei murmured softly, her expression complicated.

She had long suspected the Demon Emperor's abilities, but she never expected that the Demon Emperor would have such abilities, let alone that the Demon Emperor could actually block the Yin army of the Impermanent Ghost Sect.

She led the Qingyuan Fox Clan into hiding because she lacked confidence in the Wanhua Demon Emperor.

Of course, she also had some dissatisfaction with the Demon Emperor Wanhua.

The Demon Emperor Wanhua is too cold-hearted.

He didn't care about the Wanhua Demon Court at all, nor did he care about the demons under its jurisdiction.

“Unfortunately, I don’t want my people to risk their lives for you!” Su Mei said, her expression hardening.

The struggle for power is merely a contest between the strong, and although she is also considered a powerful figure, she is an insignificant presence in this struggle.

If it were just her, perhaps she would help the Demon Emperor.

But she has the entire Qingyuan Fox Clan behind her, and she cannot sacrifice the Qingyuan Fox Clan for the sake of the Demon Emperor's ambition.

She glanced at the battlefield below one last time, then turned and left.

……

If the war in the Southern Regions was as turbulent as the Changjin River, then the war in the Wanhua Mountains was as calm as a lake.

Only the surface of the lake is calm. From above, you can only see two different colored water surfaces. Only when you get closer will you discover the strange battle taking place on the dividing line between the two water surfaces.

Moreover, this tranquility is not temporary, but rather lasts day and night, year after year.

The two sides seemed to be locked in an endless battle, fighting for over two months without a clear victor. And the tide of conflict continued unabated.

No one can calculate how many there are.

However, as the battlefield between the two sides continued to rise, it gradually engulfed the forests and peaks, forming an unprecedented mountain range.

How many Yin soldiers and blood puppets does the Impermanent Ghost Sect have?

Even the Impermanent Ghost Sect didn't know this number.

They will only transport ship after ship of ghost soldiers and blood puppets to the Wanhua Mountains.

How many flowers and plants are there in the Demon Ruins?
Even the Demon Emperor Wanhua was unaware.

Over the course of ten thousand years, he sowed countless seeds in the land of demon ruins.

……

Palace of Eternal Life.

Yang Zhengshan remained seated in front of the meditation room, though he wasn't just sitting there idly; he was also cultivating.

The formation of the Golden Core takes a very long time; even the fastest process takes three to five years, and it's not uncommon for it to take twenty or thirty years.

There was no danger within the Immortal Palace; Yang Zhengshan was simply worried and that was why he stayed here with Yu Qingyi.

However, he was not entirely ignorant of what was happening outside.

He had already received news of the war in the Southern Region and the war in the Wanhua Mountains.

However, none of this concerned him, nor did it affect the development of the Spirit Source Land, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

On the contrary, Xuanzhen was very interested in the war in the Wanhua Mountains.

And so, Xuanzhen has returned from the Wanhua Mountains once again.

The soft footsteps startled Yang Zhengshan awake. He opened his eyes, revealing a sharp glint in his eyes.

This sharp look was fleeting, but it still startled Xuanzhen.

"Can you please not be so nervous? Your eyes are really scary!" Xuanzhen said, still shaken.

He had never been afraid of Yang Zhengshan before, but in recent years he had unknowingly felt a strong pressure from Yang Zhengshan, a pressure that sometimes made him feel panicked and afraid.

"Didn't you say not to come looking for me unless it's important?" Yang Zhengshan ignored his complaints and said in a calm tone.

"Uh, I have something to do!"

"what's up?"

"The War in the Wanhua Mountains!"

"I know, that doesn't affect us!"

"It's not a matter of whether it had any impact or not, but rather that the scene was simply too astonishing!" Xuanzhen's expression was somewhat strange.

"Flower Soldiers?" Yang Zhengshan also knew that Wan Hua Demon Emperor had created another type of flower soldiers.

Xuanzhen nodded, but then shook his head. "Their numbers are simply astonishing!"

"The war between the two sides has lasted for three months, and in these three months, I estimate that they have consumed hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers, blood puppets, flower soldiers, and tree people!"

"Hundreds of millions! Can you imagine? Their bodies would bury mountains!"

Yang Zhengshan asked indifferently, "So what?"

Whether they are Yin soldiers or tree people, their power is only equivalent to that of Foundation Establishment cultivators, and they are not even comparable to those at the peak of Foundation Establishment. The strongest of them are only equivalent to those at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Blood puppets and flower soldiers are even weaker, roughly equivalent to Golden Body Realm warriors, and some are even weaker than Golden Body Realm warriors.

No matter how many of these beings there are, they cannot threaten Yang Zhengshan.

Therefore, Yang Zhengshan didn't take these things to heart at all.

In fact, neither the Impermanent Ghost Sect nor the Myriad Flower Demon Emperor took these things to heart, otherwise they wouldn't have continued to consume so much energy without any intention of stopping.

"Shouldn't we speed up the training of divine generals?" Xuanzhen asked Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you can arrange it as you see fit!"

The divine generals were not of much use to him either. Although he had trained the divine generals to fight against the Yin army of the Impermanent Ghost Sect, his cultivation level was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm at that time. But now he had already stepped into the Dao realm.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the gods are useless.

It is useless to Yang Zhengshan, but that does not mean it is useless to the land of spiritual energy.

The gods are the best soldiers; they are loyal, steadfast, and honest, and are the best guardians of the Celestial Palace.

(End of this chapter)