Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1883 Chapter 504: Leaving Seclusion, Contending for the Throne!

As the century deadline draws ever closer to its end, an extraordinary hush descends upon the Abyss. All cultivators throw themselves completely into frenzied training bursts, with no one wasting breath on casual talk—not even within their own clans—since everyone remains fully absorbed in these urgent cultivation pushes.

Even if most recognize their slim odds of challenging for the True King spot or serving as an aide to one, the accelerated gains from practicing in the Great Emperor Dojo beside the All Heavens Tower Emperor Artifact prove irresistible. Such a precious chance won't last, because once the True King contest wraps up in a hundred years, all must rush into battle, halting any further advancement in this sanctuary.

Soon enough, the clash with the Ancient Demons will erupt.

At this juncture, every ounce of power built now heightens the chances of enduring that ordeal later.

One hundred years—a fleeting instant amid the endless flow of ages.

While the masses hustle through their sessions in the Abyss, the Eastern Domain shuns the stillness the Emperors had foreseen.

Following the fall of the Ancestor Dragon Court and the Five Ancient Demon Clans' alliance claiming the Eastern Domain, they wasted no time on recovery; they plunged ahead into fresh conquests.

This savage pace and relentless drive stunned the Immortal Emperors; before long, they uncovered that Ancient Demon Royal Families across other domains had banded together too, hammering at the fringes of countless realms.

Without question, the Ten Ancient Demon Clans command their own Emperor's Consciousness realms. Likely, the instant they overran the Eastern Domain, the Ten Clans' heads forged an accord and assembled a grand coalition force!

In this very instant, the calamity from a hundred thousand years past truly dawned.

The clans received no scant hundred-year breather to steel themselves; unyielding barrages followed without pause.

Eastern Domain, amid the Ancestor Dragon Court.

The once-majestic Royal Court now sprawls in wreckage, where five fresh Demon Halls rise imposingly.

"Hmph, surprising them like this is precisely our aim. They believe that after striking the Eastern Domain and suffering great casualties, we'll need centuries to recover. But they have no idea—our reserves from over a hundred thousand years surpass what they can fathom; we'll keep fighting non-stop, denying them any time to ready themselves!"

Within the Demon Hall, the Yama Emperor Venerable let out a faint chuckle, his eyes glinting with a subtle ruthless chill.

At his side lingered a spectral figure with an otherworldly vibe, skin pale as fresh snow, eyes deep and black—Mi Xueyao.

From her prior battlefield clash and brush with total annihilation, she had luckily wielded a unique life-preserving Emperor's Weapon. As the Yama Emperor's only heir, he treasures her beyond measure.

Her presence surges far stronger now than in days past, shockingly hitting the flawless peak of the Immortal King Realm's ten layers, enough to seemingly match the nearby Quasi-Emperor stage Ancient Demon powerhouses!

Once the Eastern Domain fell under their sway, she feasted on countless Quasi-Emperors felled by the Yama Emperor. These foes ranked as supreme elites from diverse Eastern Domain clans, including heads of mighty houses, with a special focus on an Ancestor Dragon lineage. She drained their potent Divine Blood and the faint Emperor Blood essence locked inside, fueling her explosive rise in might.

Endless strife feeds yet more strife, beginning by empowering the core descendants of their Royal Family.

"With the Eastern Domain fallen, the other domains will surely sense the danger and set up defenses. Pausing to recover would just hand them preparation time; striking immediately is smart, especially since the other Five Clans are still healing, so having them take the front lines shows our unity."

The Poison Emperor remarked with steady poise.

By capturing the Eastern Domain, their Five Clans' pact now ranks as the dominant power across the True Realm.

Without the remaining Five Ancient Demon Clans merging forces, any isolated clan confronting them would yield in submission.

Their temperament leans far from merciful, after all; should the other Five Clans shun unity or spurn their overtures, they might turn their blades on those kin first, methodically devouring them to amass every shred of Ancient Demon power before unleashing havoc on the True Realm's Ten Thousand Races.

Those other Five Clans grasp this truth all too well. Facing the True Realm Ten Thousand Clans stirs deep grudge, yet those foes typically settle for mere containment. Pulling back to the True Realm's outer edges would earn a temporary reprieve from the Ten Thousand Clans' pursuit. But waging war on the Ten Thousand Clans and racking up steep tolls could provoke betrayal from their own allies instead.

"Yes, a hundred thousand years back, our rapid assault inflicted massive damage, even killing Emperors. Today, it's another quick strike; even prepared, they won't expect us to go all-out right after claiming the Eastern Domain."

A Burning Flame Clan head gave a subtle nod.

"I've pulled key info from a Taichu Clan Quasi-Emperor's Divine Soul; he burned his True God just in time, but I grabbed some pieces anyway."

An Evil Mirror Clan Emperor Venerable announced—not their chief, for the leader tangled with the Dragon Ancestor; he now voiced the Evil Mirror Clan's stance in this war council.

"Oh?"

The Yama Emperor's gaze shifted faintly as he glanced his way.

"These beings from the Ten Thousand Clans have prepared for us for ages. It looks like they've forged a hasty pact: when war erupts with us, all Ten Thousand Clans will band together, with Emperor Venerables from every faction joining in, meaning we might encounter even more Emperor Venerable foes this round."

The Evil Mirror Clan Emperor Venerable declared.

The Poison Emperor replied evenly, "That's foreseeable, though not every Emperor Venerable gives a damn about those beings; Emperor Venerables have achieved liberty long ago, at the peak of cultivation. Many Emperor Venerables have pledged to stay out of this war, and post-battle, we'll leave them be—bound by Heavenly Dao oaths that neither will break lightly."

"True, for Emperor Venerables, disciples and bloodlines mean nothing. Time's current will erode and destroy bloodlines. Those so-called disciples, even if you guide them, they'll top out at Emperor Venerable level, same as you—what's the use? Better to focus on forging more Emperor Roads; maybe combining several could unlock a new height, ascending to Supreme God Venerable."