Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"My mission is complete."

The young man stared at the broken Three Pure Ones Sword in his hand, which exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression. He was slightly taken aback, but after recovering, he bowed and said, "Demon Emperor, our cooperation this time will surely be extremely pleasant."

"Just this once."

The Demon Emperor said calmly, "The day Yun Tian perishes will be the day of our final battle."

"I will convey to the Emperor Immortal and the Demon Emperor that I shall take my leave."

He finished speaking.

The young man's figure gradually disappeared into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

Everything returned to calm.

The pitch-black figure on the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons slowly raised his head, gazing at the sky that had once been shrouded in blood-red light, recalling the scene of that figure wielding the Bloodthirsty Sword and slashing down the sword of certain death.

He took a deep breath, gripped the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram tightly in his palm, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"The end of Yuntian Academy... has come."

6.nmd,wsm?

The Lantian Empire.

Inside the magnificent palace, there are clusters of buildings with carved railings and jade steps.

A tall, proud beauty, dressed in a red robe, sat at the table with her jade-like feet crossed. Her gaze lingered on the small sand table in front of her. After a moment of contemplation, her expression turned slightly cold.

She looked up, her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of barely concealed panic, and asked, "Senior, did he really agree?"

"They said they would arrive at the crucial moment."

Standing before the beauty, though she possessed the same tall and slender figure, her appearance was slightly immature and lacked some of her former allure. She bit her lower lip and nodded: "But the specific time was not given to me."

The woman in the red robe nodded slightly and murmured, "That's quite in line with that senior's style..."

The two were in the military camp of the capital of the Lantian Empire.

Originally, military camps, such rugged and violent structures, were rarely built directly within the capital. However, given the current special circumstances, with most members of the royal family having to commit troops, military camps, places for discussing tactics and deliberating on plans, are naturally indispensable.

In the vast military camp, a young man clad in heavy black armor, with a sword at his waist that had slain countless enemies, gazed at the sand table before him and gradually fell into deep thought.

Above the sand table at the bottom, where magic arrays floated and solidified, the mountains and roads constructed from sand were lifelike, as if everyone were looking down from the perspective of the sun, with everything clear and bright.

What is truly chilling is that, on the sand table, directly in front of the location of the Lantian Empire, there is a darkness spreading outwards, like a plague devouring and engulfing everything around it.

Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass grew, only shadows remained, within which seemed to swarm with countless rats, and its advance was as unstoppable as a tidal wave.

"The Demon Dynasty will surely attack within three days."

As the empire's most trusted general, Fang Yan let out a long, helpless sigh.

The beautiful woman in red, Chu Xin, gazed deeply at her former beloved disciple. She noticed a hint of weariness on his weathered face, and a look of concern crossed her eyes. She asked, "With our forces, how long can we hold out…?"

"At most one day."

Fang Yan shook his head, his hands clenched tightly, his face showing resentment: "According to the reports from the scouts, the Demon Dynasty has mobilized almost its entire force this time. Apart from the Demon Lords and Demon Venerables who cannot leave their territories, a total of seven Demon Lords and two Demon Venerables have come... I wonder if the Demon Emperor himself will come in person."

"Demon Lord..."

A demonic cultivator in the semi-immortal realm.

Looking across the three great heavenly domains, apart from the Venerable Immortal of the Immortal Capital who has the ability to rival him, let alone Fang Yan, even if the Emperor of the Empire were to unleash the divine souls of the past Emperors of the Lantian Empire, he would probably still be no match for the Demon Lord.

Fang Yan said it would be at most one day, because the Lantian Empire was vast enough that it wouldn't be completely defeated so quickly.

But just imagining how horrific the whole process would be is enough to send shivers down your spine.

Chu Chenxi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but comfort him, "It's okay, that old... senior said he will come."

"As long as they're there..."

"Enough!!"

An angry roar interrupted Chu Chenxi's words.

The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in a fine robe walking slowly into the military camp.

This person's appearance bears a slight resemblance to Chu Xin, and the clothes he wears are made by the royal family.

A hint of displeasure appeared on his stern face. After stepping into the military camp, he looked around and then said to the three men indifferently, "Instead of placing your hopes on others, you should think carefully about what will happen in the future."

"Sixth Young Master..."

Fang Yan's expression turned cold the moment he saw the person approaching.

Chu Xin and Chu Chenxi also had icy expressions, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction as they looked at this person.

Chu Xiu, the sixth young master of the Lantian Empire, was guarding the border during the previous battle between the myriad sects, so he was not involved in that turmoil. He had only heard of Yuntian Academy and had never seen it with his own eyes.

Fang Yan had always admired Chu Xiu.

He can be considered a military genius in some sense. He once had the glorious achievement of commanding three hundred men to kill ten thousand enemies. If it weren't for his own insufficient cultivation level, Fang Yan would probably have had to give up his position as the general who protects the country.

But now, Fang Yan can no longer admire Chu Xiu.

If you ask why—

"Speaking of which, you all seem to really trust that so-called senior?"

"How does the strength of the senior you speak of compare to that of the Demon Lord?"

Chu Xiu seemed to find it quite interesting, and casually sat down, gazing at the sand table.

Chu Chenxi glared at him and said with some resentment, "A mere Demon Lord is not worth mentioning."

"Merely..."

Chu Xiu was taken aback upon hearing this, then a mocking smile appeared in his eyes: "The little princess's words are truly amusing."

"I'm not joking."

Yes, yes~

Chu Xiu chuckled and waved his hand, then let his hand fall on Fang Yan: "General, it seems you trust that senior you mentioned quite a bit... I think they might not even be able to protect themselves, so how could they have the time to help us fight against the Demon Dynasty?"

Fang Yan stared intently at Chu Xiu and asked in a cold voice, "What is Sixth Young Master's suggestion?"

"The disparity in troop strength between the two sides is so great that it is like the difference between an immortal and an ant. Let alone crushing them with a single finger, the ant would probably be shattered by the remaining force just by standing in front of them. Such a force is beyond the reach of tactics and strategy."

Chu Xiu slowly stood up, glanced at the sand table, and then smiled and said, "Given such a huge disparity, according to military law and the war treaty, what choice should be made, General? Tell me."

“Abandon the city.” Fang Yan squinted. “Logically speaking, that should be the case.”

"Well said."

Chu Xiu nodded in approval, then put his hands behind his back and walked slowly and heavily toward the outside of the military camp.

As he walked, he kept saying, "That's good, that's good. The empire is on the verge of collapse. Although we were born for the empire, we can choose our own future. Military law and strategy cannot save the empire."

"Or rather, no one can save us. A wise man submits to circumstances. Gentlemen... it's time to wake up from our imperial dream."

Before Chu Xin and the others could speak, Chu Xiu walked out of the military camp, leaving the three with increasingly cold expressions.

Chu Xiu came quickly and left quickly.

His appearance, his words, and the meaning he conveyed were particularly clear—

Resistance is pointless.

Fang Yan stared in the direction Chu Xiu had left, and after a moment of silence, asked Chu Xin, "How many people were there?"

Chu Xin immediately understood what Fang Yan wanted to ask. After a rough calculation in her mind, she replied, "About 70%... Apart from us, at most only my elder brother and three other people are on our side. The rest... have almost all fallen."

"Those who understand the times are heroes... This saying has overturned the beliefs of so many people."

Fang Yan clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could yell "Ora Ora!" at each and every one of these traitors.

"We have no choice...we can only rely on them..."

Chu Chenxi bit her lower lip, gazing at the overwhelming darkness on the sand table. She lowered her head and murmured:

"I wonder if they are making preparations at this moment..."

……

……

now.

Yuntian Academy, on which the Lantian Empire placed high hopes and which Fang Yan and others regarded as their last hope.

A particularly fierce battle is unfolding.

It was a battle of wills, a contest of tactics, a fierce battle that exhausted every bit of strength, intelligence, and physical power, a battle where even the soul trembled, and where stopping meant certain defeat!

Sweat dripped from the girl's forehead. She felt an indescribable and terrifying force sweep over her entire body, a force that seemed to crush her completely and destroy her flesh and blood!

But what appeared before her was a face covered with a strange smile.

Can't win...

Absolutely no chance of winning...

At that moment, a revolving lantern appeared before her eyes.

Everything from the past kept flashing before her eyes like photographs. She even felt a lightness in her body, as if her soul had broken free from the constraints of her body and was about to disappear into the vast sky.

finally.

Everything fell silent.

The girl's body went limp and powerless, and what appeared before her was an especially terrifying smile.

That's right, the terrible event happening within Yuntian Academy is—

"So I already said... Senior Sister Yuan'er, why did you have to arm wrestle with Ruoxue...?"

The silver-haired girl, sitting upright on a wooden chair in the backyard, shook her head helplessly at the word "Referee" displayed on the long table in front of her.

Lin Yuan, who was directly knocked to the ground, pouted and looked at Zhang Ruoxue, who was smiling smugly, with resentment: "Hmph, Yuan'er doesn't care, Yuan'er is actually very strong!"

"Ugh……"

Ye Yuchan shook her head helplessly and quickly wrote on the snow-white paper in front of her: "In that case, Ruoxue will have a six-game winning streak... Damn it, this girl's points are about to become number one!"