The border between the Immortal Chu Dynasty and the Endless Demon Domain is called the Bloody Plateau.
This plateau stretches like a bridge at the edge of heaven and earth, vast and boundless, extending for countless billions of miles.
On both sides are abysses shrouded in bloody mist, where cold and biting winds constantly blow.
Cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation who come here might have their flesh torn apart and their souls extinguished by those winds.
And if one falls into the bloody abyss on either side, even a Immortal King would find it difficult to survive.
Now, as the Immortal Chu Dynasty and the Demon Court continue their slaughter, the bloodiness of this place has become even more intense.
Countless celestial soldiers of the Immortal Chu Dynasty and demon armies of the Demon Court are engaged in battle, with rivers of blood flowing and corpses scattered everywhere.
This great war has lasted for almost half a year. Although both sides have suffered losses, given their deep foundations, these losses are merely superficial.
The demon race is one of the largest and most numerous races in the Prime-Origin Civilization.
Although the Demon Court does not rule over all demons, it commands countless great demons, each with unfathomable strength.
Above the great demons are demon generals, great demon generals, demon lords, and so on.
The demon armies lost during this period are but a scratch on the surface.
Demon generals and demon lords have not yet entered the battlefield, only observing from the edges.
Cultivators who have reached the Immortal Emperor realm or even the Dao Realm are the core pillars of any force. Losing even one would be a great blow.
For the Immortal Chu Dynasty, the significance of this war is merely to deal with the Demon Court.
In truth, the Immortal Chu Dynasty does not intend to truly go to war with the Demon Court.
Meanwhile, many demon lords of the Demon Court are outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, believing that the Demon Ancestor has gone mad to start a war with the Immortal Chu Dynasty at such a critical juncture, which is utterly unwise.
However, fearing the Demon Gathering Conch and the authority of the Demon Ancestor, they dare not openly defy his orders.
Thus, many demon lords have not truly participated in the war. Even when clashing with the forces of the Immortal Chu Dynasty, they have not exerted their full strength, always avoiding injury.
In recent years, Father has been in seclusion at the Abyssal Depths, contemplating the Great Dao, while Eldest Brother, as the Demon Emperor, has been solely focused on pursuing power, neglecting the governance of the Demon Court. This has led to many demon lords becoming less and less fearful of the Demon Court's authority.
No wonder the Immortal Chu Dynasty has shown no mercy this time, taking such a hardline stance. It's as if they're mocking the Demon Court for having no one capable.
Di Kun, the Seventh Prince of the Demon Court, clad in a black and gold robe embroidered with golden crow patterns, now in human form, stood on the Bloody Plateau.
His expression was grim as he watched the fierce battle ahead, his eyes flickering with deep coldness.
Among the nine sons of the Demon Ancestor, he ranked seventh, neither at the front nor the back.
His bloodline talent was inferior to that of his eldest brother and others, and he was not as favored as his eighth and ninth brothers.
Yet, among all the descendants, he was the most diligent and hardworking, as well as the most devoted to governance.
However, he still failed to gain the Demon Ancestor's attention.
A significant reason Di Kun was close to his ninth brother, Di Wen, was to use this opportunity to make the Demon Ancestor notice him.
And Di Kun's plan had been successful. After becoming close to Di Wen, he did indeed receive more attention from the Demon Ancestor than before.
But now, with Di Wen killed, it meant he might return to his previous state, gradually fading from the Demon Ancestor's sight.
Di Kun was deeply unwilling. He had the ambition to become the Demon Emperor but lacked the opportunity to showcase his abilities.
Now, just as he had caught a glimpse of hope, that hope had been shattered.
At this moment, Father is furious. The Immortal Chu Dynasty is holed up, refusing to hand over the murderer who killed Ninth Brother. The demon lords are outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, unwilling to exert their full strength in the attack.
My other brothers are mediocre and incompetent. Relying solely on their bloodline talents, they have great power but no idea how to wield it. Now, they are also wary of the Immortal Chu Dynasty, making it impossible for them to avenge Di Wen.
However, this might also be an opportunity for me.
Di Kun's eyes flickered uncertainly as numerous thoughts raced through his mind.
He had to vent the Demon Ancestor's anger while making the Immortal Chu Dynasty pay a painful price.
Only then could he stand out among his mediocre brothers and gain more favor from the Demon Ancestor.
This was also why he had been so proactive in leading the destruction of Longling Ancient Domain.
On the other side of the Bloody Plateau was another ancient domain of the Immortal Chu Dynasty, where many powerful figures were stationed, exerting pressure on the Endless Demon Domain from afar.
Among them were Dao Realm existences capable of rivaling Di Kun.
Although he had overcome six Heavenly Decline Tribulations, he was not confident he could truly lead the demon armies across the Bloody Plateau.
Indeed, this is your opportunity.
If you seize it, the future of the Demon Court will undoubtedly be in your hands.
Suddenly, a faint, almost illusory voice echoed in Di Kun's mind.
The voice was vast and ethereal, as if it came from beyond the mountains and seas, calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
Who are you?
Hearing this, Di Kun was first startled, then his expression changed drastically as he turned to look around.
On the vast Bloody Plateau, only the endless bloody winds blew.
Scattered corpses occasionally rolled and fell into the abyss without making a sound.
If not for the fact that the voice was so clear, resonating directly in his mind, Di Kun might have doubted whether he had heard it at all.
Despite having overcome six Heavenly Decline Tribulations and being half a step into the Ancestral Dao Realm, he could not trace the source of the voice.
The voice seemed to come from nowhere.
There were no fluctuations or traces of aura, no direction or origin—it was as if it came from deep within his own heart.
This shocked Di Kun and sent a chill down his spine.
Who I am is not important.
What matters is that I can help you become the Demon Emperor.
The voice, still devoid of emotion, spoke again in Di Kun's mind.
Help me become the Demon Emperor?
Di Kun's expression changed again as he suppressed the shock and fear rising in his heart.
He was now certain that the voice came from deep within him.
It seemed to know his every thought.
Don't you want to? The voice let out a faint, enigmatic chuckle.
Though it was a chuckle, it still carried no emotional fluctuations.
This made Di Kun even more horrified.
After all, even his father could not achieve such a feat.
As someone who had overcome six Heavenly Decline Tribulations, he was fully capable of shielding his own fate.
All his thoughts and feelings were contained within himself. How could someone else capture and understand them?
He forced himself to remain calm, took a deep breath, and asked,
How do you know what I'm thinking?
As long as you have desires, I can hear them. I live in the hearts of all beings in all worlds. I am omnipotent.
The voice's reply remained calm, still without any fluctuations.