The Legend of the Eternal King
End Plain

A skinny old man stood in the middle of the fog. Her clothes were white, her hair and beard growing long were also whitening.

Looks very weak and frail as a result of struggling with age.

In his right hand was a tiny black sphere that contrasted his color greatly with his appearance. The ball was pitch-black, as if it continued to suck the light around it.

The ball was played with his thin fingers dry slowly and originally. It seems like the ball could fall at any time.

But the ball seemed to stick tightly to the finger unwilling to roll down from the old man's hand.

He stood firmly charismatic and authoritatively looking like a taoist priest. Sometimes his eyes closed long enough to reopen.

He remained in a state of silence with a condition similar to mind meditation.

When his eyes opened his gaze wandered into the distance like looking at era after era. Long in the past, now and to come.

Foggy fields, anyone of course would not be able to see in the distance.

But in his sunken and wrinkled eyes, the old man's brownish eyes seemed to have seen things no one else could see.

Covered by a sense of unwillingness, his eyes closed once again, “Is this the end”.

The black ball was held tightly and firmly until the veins in his hands and fingers wriggled.

From behind the old man appeared the shadow of a bright purple-robed man, his arrival carrying a powerful whir of cold wind. The cold air came like a storm.

But the old man remained standing and was not affected by anything. Even his hair and robe did not move an inch.

The vibration of the presence of that bright purple robed figure blew away the trees and bushes.

Together with the cold aura, instantly a layer of ice formed covering the bark of trees and leaves.

A few moments later the wind died down. The air calmed back. The fog turned into flying snow. With a slow step the purple-robed figure walked over to the old man.

The old man ignored what had happened, he kept his eyes closed.

***

On a large plain.

A general threw his huge hammer to the ground. The ground shook violently and an earthquake occurred. He was wearing heavy black armor. His body is big and strong.

The clinking sound of his armor rang out as he moved his body. His right hand grabbed the helmet he was wearing and then slowly took it off.

This battle that had just taken place was extremely long and greatly drained his vitality.

He deliberately bit his tongue to resist the fatigue and crummy. He looks like he could faint at any moment.

His face was full of sweat and blood. With the highest grade helmet worn, of course, the defense should not be doubted.

Even so, the temple is still bleeding. You can imagine what weapon could hurt him.

The general looked at his comrade and his dead enemies, his eyes locked on the plains full of holes and torn apart. Over there, millions of corpses lay.

The war flags were torn apart and scattered. Weapons and treasures were clothed in blood.

Seeing this, the General and his army should be very rich by this spoils.

But they were left as if they had no value whatsoever.

The Earth-Splitting Sword

The Thousand Demon Spear

Purple Dragon Scale Armor

Reincarnation Pill

Spatial Ring with a room the size of the world

And there are still many to thousands of them. All of those items were heavenly class, if one were to fall on a sect definitely in the near future would become the main sect of the world's ruler.

Make him the life controller of the other sects.

Not to mention the high grade treasures below the heavenly grade. Anyone must make crazy to be willing to seize it even with a life bet.

The sound of steps approaching the general.

“Is it going to end today?” A person dressed in green came up to the general and said. He held a small jade vase with a faint glowing green light.

“I hope so.” Answer

“I have released everything I have and now I am in a dry state, I endow with my poison they took a step back."

"I hope this weakens them and takes a little time. After this I am no longer useful.” He said while patting the general's shoulder.

“Even your old fangs are still useful, you can still shower them with your teeth and sever their necks one by one before your head is off your neck. Ha.. Ha.. Ha... “ The general laughed out loud.

Both giggle. Then the green-clothed man looked towards the gate. The ground in front of the gate melted greenish-colored into swamps bubbling with a puff of poison gas smoke.

All the bodies were reduced to ashes. Vaporized with poison gas. Only a few strong warriors could defend his bony remains from the strong poison corrosion.

To traverse back this toxic land the enemy must put in great effort to find a solution.

Can't just be stepped over. The smoke of this poison gas seemed to have a life of its own. It grabbed anyone who approached it, turning it into ashes instantly.

This is no ordinary poison. This was a heavenly poison released by a heavenly level poison cultivator. By extracting his entire cultivation and aided by his supreme weapon, the Myriad Death Vass.

Above the final gate of the previously gloomy sky was now pitch-black again as dark clouds began to gather with flashes of red lightning.

The sound of thunder roar against each other said.

“We have fought in this ultimate attack for almost two thousand years, until we finally got to this point. Everything became felt short”.

"I remember when I first met you. You were the one who was snot and wayward"

"And hey don't forget that until today you owe me half a loaf of bread and you haven't paid for it... "

The green-robed man spoke after a while.

“Yu Qing, hopefully after this life I will never see you again. I hate people who talk a lot.”

“Ha Ha Haa..” He responded with a loud laugh until his jaw seemed to come off.

Back silence.

The General snorted. In this long battle, brothers, friends, parents, sons, teachers and disciples had fallen one by one.

Even his wife and only son had died on this battlefield. Almost everyone felt what he felt.

But until now in this great plain as if their hearts had died and the sense of loss was bland as if nothing had happened.

They all seemed to have no need to mourn and cry for the fallen. Everyone has understood the course of this war and how it will end.

Those who plunge into it will end up with a certain death. Sooner or later, there is no choice.

The General grabs the fallen flag then sticks it up and re-enforces it.

Flag with a bull symbol whose condition is tattered camping. Bull faction, one of the seven factions of the human side that supports war.

***

This is a huge plain at the end of the world.

Called the End Plain. The square is directly opposite the Yao Nation gate.

As far as time passed this great army had managed to repel its enemy to this state.

Since the whole world united against the Yao Nation's army. All the sects and countries in the world forgot and put aside their enmity.

All united in the seven great banners against and against the forces of the Yao Nation.

The Yao Nation entered the Cloud Mist world and messed things up. Their nature and greed have made their world dry and arid.

They need to find a new world to mine everything to dry and find a new world. Then look at the other world again for the next target.

They have no choice. Inevitably the Yao Nation had to prey on the Cloud fog World.

Because from their previous world there was only one portal that only led to the Cloud Mist World.

They had to desperately enter and rule over the new Cloud Mist World then be able to leap into the other world.

Black flames shot out from the End Gate. The creeping burns and begins to drain the green pools of poison. The poison in the air hissed on fire.

“Leader of the Yao Nation. Immortal King Yao Hu appeared” Yu Qing narrowed his eyes.

A black-colored dark figure emerged from the gate, its size was large. He has a fang and his head has eight horns.

He took a breath until his muscular chest expanded greatly and then exhaled it in the form of black flames towards the poison pools.

It was the Eternal Dark Flame. A fire that burns everything.

“The Eternal King Yao Hu has been lured out.” Yu Qing muttered.

Bamm ...

Bamm ...

Bamm ...

The Crow Warriors fired their artillery cannons towards Immortal King Yao Hu.

Large cannons with the highest strengthening formation were fired in tandem. The sound of the explosion echoed. These were cannons with Eternal Ice Ore fire.

The crow Warrior had anticipated Immortal King Yao Hu to bring out his Dark Flame.

This ice is no ordinary ice. This is the Eternal Ice Ore. The crow army had 21 ores and fired ten attacks directly.

The End Gate was now completely frozen. Even the thousands of strong warriors of the Yao Nation instantly froze and died. The other half was instantly crushed into small fragments.

The body of Immortal King Yao Hu was partially covered in ice. The attack had almost no impact on him. He just became resentful and ended up roaring loudly.

The soldiers with insufficient cultivation instantly bled their ears and shrieked in pain.

Immortal King Yao Hu ignored the ice that the Crow Warrior shot out. He still took a deep breath and released his fire. He knows his priorities.

He was focused on extermination of the poison Yu Qing although this time his burning had become extremely slow due to the freezing of the area of the Eternal Ice Ore.

Of course the crow Warriors firing it were not for Immortal King Yao Hu. They knew doing that to her was like throwing a dry twig at a rock.

They fired it at the End Gate to slow down the rate of poison burning by the Eternal Dark Flame.

Although the bonus destroyed several thousand strong troops of the Yao Nation, the results are still quite decent.

“Tak is that easy.” A purple-robed figure emerged from the sky pointing at the thin sword and shouting at Immortal King Yao Hu.

Immortal King Yao Hu stopped his fire breath then narrowed his eyes looking at the purple-robed girl in the sky.

"Fairy Bing"