Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 853 - 848: Ceasefire

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Chapter 853: Chapter 848: Ceasefire

Four hours later.

Di Tian led the strong members of All Clans away from the Ancestor Hall. Upon reaching the Ninth Heaven, they transformed into wisps of azure smoke, dispersing with the wind.

It turns out, these were not their true selves.

After all, they are mortal enemies of the Human race. How could they dare to send their true forms to the Human base camp?

In a certain hall within the Hall of All Clans, Di Tian and other high-ranking members of All Clans opened their eyes one after another.

"Sovereign, why did we agree to the Ancestor’s request?"

After awakening, the Peng Emperor respectfully saluted before asking, puzzled.

A hundred slots in the God-Demon Tomb are a significant loss to All Clans.

This means a hundred All Clans geniuses lose a chance to grow stronger.

"This time at the God-Demon Tomb, this throne will let the Crown Prince lead the team!"

"If the Humans dare to snatch food from a tiger’s mouth, then this throne will ensure that their geniuses come but never return!"

Di Tian said coldly, murderous intent looming.

When he first heard the Ancestor’s demand for a hundred slots in the God-Demon Tomb, his initial reaction was reluctance, but on second thought, if he could turn the God-Demon Tomb into a burial ground for Human geniuses, wouldn’t that be a beautiful thing?

Everything requires sacrifice to gain something!

"When the God-Demon Tomb opens, the Qin Dynasty’s geniuses will surely participate. By then, this throne wants the Human race’s ’Purple Star Emperor’ to become a lonely ghost of the God-Demon Tomb!"

Di Tian continued, slowly clenching his right hand, as if victory was in his grasp.

"Sovereign, wise and brilliant!"

Many high-ranking members of All Clans instantly understood the brilliance of Di Tian’s plan.

For any force, what is most important?

Of course, it’s the geniuses!

If they could kill Human geniuses in the God-Demon Tomb, causing a leadership gap for the Humans, it would greatly weaken any potential developments for the Human race.

As for failure, that was never considered.

They have heard of the Crown Prince’s strength, having reached the pinnacle of Luo Tianxian, currently in seclusion, striving for a breakthrough to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.

Barring any surprises, he’ll break through before the God-Demon Tomb opens.

And those entering the God-Demon Tomb must be under a millennium in age.

In all the heavens, how many can break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm before turning one thousand?

Moreover, the Crown Prince possesses the appearance of a Chaos God-Demon. When grown to his peak, he hopes to reach the heights of a Chaos God-Demon, in the same realm, he is almost invincible.

Even if the Humans have geniuses who can break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal before a millennium, they would be beaten to death by the Crown Prince.

Unknowingly, the powerhouses began to anticipate the opening of the God-Demon Tomb!

...

"Clan Order: In the Middle Thousand World, Humans and All Clans shall cease hostilities. All Clans must return the territories to the Humans!"

Amidst the intense fighting in the Middle Thousand World, a dignified voice echoed down from the Grand Thousand World, reverberating in the ears of martial artists above the Golden Immortal Realm.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

The frenzied slaughters by the Human powerhouses were momentarily stunned.

Cessation of hostilities!

Many Human powerhouses showed discontent but dared not defy the clan order, sheathing their bloodstained weapons and turning away.

Those who do not abide by the clan order, are treated as traitors.

"It seems that the negotiations between the Human and All Clans high-ups have concluded!"

Within the Nine Provinces, Qin Wudao, upon hearing the cease hostilities command, immediately guessed its reasoning.

He shook his head, not bothering himself with it.

Before the ceasefire command was issued, the Qin Dynasty had already completed its expansion, and the ceasefire command did not require them to return the occupied lands of All Clans.

Ceasing the war now can also create a favorable cultivation environment for the Qin Dynasty.

"What a pity!"

In the Guiyuan Sect, Lin Tianyi was full of disappointment.

He wanted to use this as an opportunity to emulate the Small Thousand World, to drive out all All Clans from the Middle Thousand World, expanding the Human race’s geopolitical prestige.

Little did he expect that just as the counterattack began, an agreement was reached above.

"Finally, we can leave!"

In a hideout of the Sky Eye Clan, a strong member sighed in relief, formed hand seals, and dispelled the Formation, revealing the boundless starry sky.

As far as the eye could see, red starlights were everywhere.

These starlights were not naturally formed but stained with fresh blood.

Moreover, not far away, a large Human army looked on, prepared to launch an attack on the ancestral land of the Sky Eye Clan.

It’s over!

This battle is over!

Many forces outside the Human and All Clans also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer fearing the war’s spillover.

Soon, the Middle Thousand World returned to its former peace.

Although the Humans and All Clans still confronted each other, mutually displeased, no large-scale wars broke out. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

...

"Is this the Vajra Temple?"

On the Sixth Heaven, outside a world shrouded in golden light, resonating with faint Buddhist chants, appeared a monk, wearing a necklace of skull Buddha Beads, enveloped in the power of Buddhist and demonic laws.

His body seemed to be divided in two.

One part is boundless Buddhist law, a compassionate, enlightened monk.

The other is roiling demonic qi, a peerless demon bent on slaughtering the world.

Such diametrically opposed powers appeared in one person, immediately drawing the attention of the patrolling Martial Monks of the Vajra Temple.

"Who goes there?"

With a ripple in the void, eighteen monks wielding Buddhist staffs, with skin of a golden bronze hue, appeared, arranging a mysterious formation, sternly questioning.

"Amitabha!"

"This poor monk is Wisdom Absolute, from the ’Mortal Dust World’, here to seek the profound Buddhist teachings of the Vajra Temple!"

Wisdom Absolute explained, bringing his palms together, his face dual-colored, his voice in two tones, emanating both the power of Buddha and demon.

The eighteen Martial Monks looked at each other, unsure of what to do. The monk before them was exceedingly peculiar.

In the man-eat-man myriad worlds, the Buddhist realm had two modes of cultivation: spreading Buddhist teachings and saving the world with Buddhism.

Those who spread Buddhist teachings must diligently study scriptures daily, deeply delve into Buddhist studies, author Buddhist texts, and disseminate the profound truths of Buddhism to the world.

Whereas those who save the world with Buddhism are slayers of Buddhas, quelling beings deemed evil by the Buddhist realm with a mere phrase: "Lay down the butcher’s knife, and turn back to the shore."

These eighteen Martial Monks are slayers of Buddhas.

But Wisdom Absolute presented them with an extraordinary feeling, simultaneously possessing the traits of spreading Buddhist teachings and saving the world with Buddhism.

Such a situation was unprecedented.

As the eighteen Martial Monks hesitated, countless golden lotuses descended from the sky, and a profoundly profound voice was heard: "Let him in!"

"The Buddha of the Buddhist realm has finally returned!"

The Buddha!

The pupils of the eighteen Martial Monks contracted sharply, immediately dropping their guard to respectfully salute Wisdom Absolute.

"Amitabha!"

Wisdom Absolute softly chanted the Buddha’s name, striding into the Vajra Temple, stepping with the left foot as Buddha, the right as demon, leaving indistinguishable whether he was Buddha or demon.

...

The Land of Fallen Gods!

The Sixth Layer!

"Strange, do the evil spirits possess intelligence?"

On a certain black colossal mountain, Luo Hou, dressed in black, his long black hair dancing in the wind, held an evil spirit in his right hand, showcasing a puzzled expression.

In his hand, the evil spirit shook its head continuously, eyes full of terror, pleading desperately.

"Soul Search!"

Luo Hou showed no mercy, as demonic light erupted, a black vortex appearing in his palm, penetrating the evil spirit’s soul to extract useful information.

A few minutes later, Luo Hou clenched his hand forcefully, crushing the evil spirit’s skull.

"It seems the backing of the evil spirit clan involves his trace!"