Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1881 Chapter 503: Final Sprint (Part 3)
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"Not yet. I'm locked in battle with the Ancient Demon Clan. If any of you have the time, come over and lend a hand."
A deep, resonant voice echoed—it was undoubtedly the Dragon Ancestor speaking.
The sound originated from the shadowy form of the Ancestor Dragon, twisting through the emptiness, its glow wavering, while golden scales sporadically gleamed across its form.
"Is the Dao Origin tied down as well?"
With no reply forthcoming, the Chaos Immortal Emperor inquired.
Moments later, a dark sword silhouette responded: "Yes."
Short and devoid of feeling, revealing nothing about the circumstances.
"Chaos, the remnants of my Eastern Domain are in your hands now; safeguard them for me. I'm in your debt this time."
The Dragon Ancestor, realizing no aid was coming, chose not to insist, just as they had planned earlier. The downfall of the Eastern Domain stemmed from their collective decision. Those Emperors eager to join had already departed, while the others focused on different schemes.
Even if all attended in person, the Eastern Domain's ruin remained inevitable, possibly hastened. After all, serving as the stage for this massive disaster, it could easily crumble to nothing.
"No need to bring it up. Everyone, get set for the fight; the moment is near. The Ten Thousand Clans must unite for the pushback. Start by wiping out the Ancient Demons from the remaining Three Domains, then surround the Eastern Domain!"
The Chaos Immortal Emperor proclaimed.
"My Emperor Clan stands assembled, primed for combat whenever needed."
A spectral figure with white hair, radiating a commanding presence, declared in a chilly tone.
Even amidst the array of specters, it drew all eyes, akin to the moon encircled by stars.
He was the Heavenly Emperor, founder of the Heavenly Emperor Clan.
"My clan is prepared too. Time to rally the Immortals and Stars; what's the status on your side? We must choose the True Kings now!"
Yet another specter, resembling a vibrant streamer across the heavens, let out a soft feminine voice laced with timeless Daoist essence, otherworldly and deep.
"Has the Four Domains Bridge been constructed?"
An elderly voice sounded, from a spectral elder whose features were hidden, the Immortal Immortal Emperor himself.
Though their physical forms were dispersed throughout the realms, the Emperors' divine senses could converge, enabling talks even for fighters like the Dragon Ancestor in the thick of war.
"It stands complete for now, but for ongoing transfers, we're still infusing it with elite Immortal Vein energies, since this war is set to drag on for a millennium. Full stability will come in another thirty years!"
A spectral elder shimmering with stellar radiance replied, another Emperor.
"Are the rest of the clans set?"
A crowned specter beaming platinum radiance questioned in a grave tone—he led the Saint Clans as their Emperor.
A momentary hush settled over the starlit expanse.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor scanned the assembly, spotting that some key clans lagged behind. He murmured softly:
"Given that both the Four Domains Bridge and the Ten Thousand Clans' mobilization demand time, why not pick a deadline? What about a century from now? In a hundred years, after selecting the True Kings, the Three Domains alongside the Original Lands will split into ten regions, each under a True King, gearing up for the retaliation!"
"A century gives them space to recover somewhat."
The Heavenly Emperor scowled, clearly irritated, his eyes passing over the other Emperors, knowing full well the silent ones weren't prepared yet.
"Patience, Heavenly Emperor. The other clans in the Three Domains are mobilizing too. We require a touch more time."
One more Emperor responded deliberately.
"A hundred years it is, then!"
The words issued from a massive mountain-like specter.
Upon reflection, no further specters raised protests, silently endorsing the schedule.
"Dividing the Three Domains and Original Lands into ten zones, how do we carve them up?"
An Emperor voiced thoughtfully, directing his look at the surrounding specters, a silver axe symbol etched on his brow—he ruled the War Clan as Emperor.
"For governing my Original Lands, only the mightiest will do. I propose splitting the Three Domains into nine zones, leaving the Original Lands as a separate force, keeping them distinct."
A specter entwined with endless vines answered icily.
He ranked among the three Supreme Emperors of the Primordial True Realm, the Original Immortal Emperor.
On this occasion, the Original Lands found themselves drawn into the vast catastrophe. As the Immortal Emperor of the Chaos Ancient Clan, he resisted involvement, yet recognized that Chaos and Dao Origin were deeply mired. Staying apart proved challenging.
As for siding with the Ancient Demons, that was out of the question. He had witnessed their savagery long ago. Besides, to the Ancient Demons, the Chaos Ancient Clan tempted more than other powers. No species bonds with its prey.
Unless,
it had feasted its fill.
"The Original Lands forming their own army... that works."
An Emperor remarked.
After a brief knit of brows, the remaining Emperors consented quietly, grasping the Chaos Ancient Clan's disposition. They despised the True Realm's Ten Thousand Races innately, save for select powers like the Heavenly Emperor Clan and Dao Clan, viewed as peers. The rest appeared as lesser lineages to them.
Should the Chaos Ancient Clan merge with the Three Domains' Ten Thousand Clans, it could spark conflicts on the field.
"Three Domains each yielding three forces, plus the Original Lands as one; it makes sense."
The Heavenly Emperor inclined his head gradually, endorsing the arrangement.
Though he naturally scorned the Chaos Ancient Clan, he conceded the vastness of the Original Lands. United as a single force, it would surely emerge as a powerhouse.
"To lead the Original Lands, none but the foremost True King will suffice. Lesser True Kings can't earn full loyalty."
The Original Immortal Emperor stressed again.
The rest appeared to foresee his statement and held their peace.
The Chaos Immortal Emperor eyed the Heavenly Emperor. From his earlier nod, it seemed he trusted his Emperor Clan's heir to claim the prime True King spot. Thus, if the Emperor Clan could steer the Original Lands' Chaos Ancient Clan via this strife, post-battle, the Heavenly Emperor Clan's sway might seep into the Original Lands, possibly crowning one clan over ten thousand down the line!