The masses of the Human Race wept in helpless misery, ceaselessly crying the revered names of the Nine Emperors of Human Race, hoping They might tread through the long river of years and return, to quell the chaos of the world.

Dragon Sun was silent, Starfire fell into stillness, Zhao Heng left no trace, the Azure Lotus was lost…

The great calamity that the Demon Clan's beings once endured was now, bit by bit, being paid back in full to the Human Race!

The hatred between the two races was deeper than the sea, higher than the sky; even the waters of the Ninth Heaven could not wash it clean!

Yet the Human Race had, after all, held dominion over the Martial World for a million years as its hegemonic power; what the Demon Clan could not accomplish did not mean the Human Race could not.

On the Central Region Divine Continent, in Xiao City, countless people were frenziedly shouting the name of the Soul Killing Demon Lord, whether aged and stooped, or tender and young.

For it was here that the Soul Killing Demon Lord rose to power, and from here stepped onto the Emperor's Path.

In the end, a miracle truly occurred!

Xiao City roared and erupted; the Soul Killing Small World manifested in the mortal realm, and a pitch‑black soul banner quaked forth, unleashing a radiance that shook the heavens.

The slumbering Divine Spirit slowly revived, and endless souls converged from all directions, reshaping themselves within Luopo Valley.

Taking Luopo Valley within the Heaven Earth Secret Realm as His root, He transformed into a martial, heroic figure, as though resurrected, Soul Killing Banner in hand, swallowing rivers and mountains with His aura, charging to kill toward Five Fingers Divine Mountain!

At this place, only Bo Qing, the Soul Killing Demon Intent, and several Soul Killing Elders remained.

At this moment, Elder Mountain Soul and the others gazed at the receding Soul Killing Banner, their eyes brimming with hot tears: "Forebear…"

Heaven and earth changed, the myriad beings wept, the fallen returned.

The Soul Killing Demon Emperor seemed to have heard the cries and despair of the Human Race's masses, and truly intended to defy the heavens, to tread through the ages and return?!

The beings of the Human Race were crying in pious supplication; on the Western Desert Divine Continent blood flowed like rivers, heaven and earth dimmed, and all things sank into ruin. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Their desperate wails stirred heaven and moved ghosts and gods to tears; uncountable people were calling the Nine Emperors of Human Race, hoping They might revive and return to shelter the Human Race.

And now, they had actually truly reappeared?!

"The Soul Killing Demon Emperor, it really is the Soul Killing Demon Emperor!"

"The Soul Killing Banner can be wielded again? Hu, this is truly too good!"

In the endless years, the Human Race had produced only a single Demon Emperor, and that was the Soul Killing Demon Emperor!

His killing intent was the heaviest, his demonic nature the firmest, his obsessions the deepest; yet no matter what, the Soul Killing Demon Emperor was, in the end, one of the Nine Emperors, and would protect the Human Race!

At this instant, figures of the Human Clan Saints such as Hong Yuan and Bai Qingxu were stirred to the utmost; some Great Saints even roared and howled, driven to the brink of wild excitement.

The two imperial daughters, Flower Yingying and Li Ziping, had been taut with tension, and now finally relaxed a little, letting out a long breath of relief.

At this most perilous hour, the Soul Killing Banner had ultimately awakened, and could at last be used to guard the territories of the Human Race.

Meanwhile, among the Demon Clan, the faces of many a Demon Saint turned ashen, and a few elderly Great Saints could not help but break into heart‑rending sobs.

Could it be that the Demon Clan was truly fated to be oppressed by the Human Race for all eternity?

They had clearly persisted for so many tens of thousands of years, waited so long, and paid so much!

How abundantly the heavens favored the Human Race~

At this thought, whimpering sobs began to rise within the Demon Clan armies as well.

And just then, from high above the Ninth Heaven, there suddenly came an icy demonic voice, like a heavenly sound.

"Hmph, even if Soul Killing revives and Zhao Heng returns, today is still destined to be dyed in blood!"

That voice caused the Demon Clan's armies to rally and regroup, driving away all unease. It caused the hearts of the Human Race, which had just flared hot with hope, to be doused as though with cold water, chilled to the marrow.

Yet more people still were filled with expectation, hoping that the combined might of the Soul Killing Banner and Luopo Valley could bar the advance of Five Fingers Divine Mountain.

With the people's fervor and will lending their aid on home ground, the peror Artifact Soul Killing Banner surely could not fail to withstand even a single peerless Divine Power unleashed by the True Body of the World Devouring Demon Lord…