Chapter 1348 - Battle Of Zhuolu, Eighty Demonic Generals Marches
Chapter 1348: Battle Of Zhuolu, Eighty Demonic Generals Marches
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
‘Legend has it that during ancient Immortal times, the Jiuli Eighty-One Demonic Generals conquered the battlefield. They were matchless except for their mortal enemy, the Xuanyuan Tribe.
‘Chiyou relied on his brotherly generals to match Xuanyuan’s forces in battle. Unfortunately, during the Battle of Zhuolu, Chiyou lost and his brothers should have perished in that battle. The demonic generals here should be their souls or some ghastly apparitions and not their real physical bodies,’ Chu Kuangren thought.
Then, all eighty-one Demonic Generals looked at Chu Kuangren.
A domineering aura exploded and swept all over the cave. The aura did not deter the physical body as much as the Daoist core.
Common cultivators, or even a Gilded Immortal, would feel undeniably intimidated by the gazes of all eighty-one Demonic Generals.
Even the Jiuli Tribe Leader knelt with his head on the ground.
Having an invincible Daoist core, the domineering aura did not affect Chu Kuangren at all. He stood still like a monolith and stared strongly at the leader of the Eighty-One Demonic Generals.
The leader of the group was the one with the strongest and the most terrifying aura, Chiyou.
“The one who possesses my token, are you ready to challenge the trial?” Chiyou said indifferently in his strong and deep voice.
Chu Kuangren finally learned that the piece of iron he possessed was part of Chiyou’s inheritance, which explained why it could sense the location of the inheritance ground.
“Please enlighten me!” Chu Kuangren smiled.
In the next second, his surroundings started to shimmer, and when the shimmer faded, he found himself in a barren land.
What followed were noises of soldiers at war that reverberated across the land.
Armies of soldiers appeared on Chu Kuangren’s left and right, charging at each other with warcry that trembled the heavens.
He was on the battlefield!
Chu Kuangren glanced at both sides.
The cultivators on one side wore animal pelts as armor. They traversed the battlefield in chariots and wielded a variety of weapons while a dragon flew and roared above them.
The cultivators on the opposite had violet demonic patterns on their already ferocious-looking faces, looking courageous and unafraid of death.
“Is this the battle between Xuanyuan Tribe and Jiuli Tribe?” Chu Kuangren murmured.
If he was correct, it should be the Battle of Zhuolu.
“But this is nothing but an illusion!”
Chu Kuangren stood still as the soldiers charged through him and engaged in a fierce battle. Intense blood and ferocious qi filled the air, terrifying anyone who had a sniff at it.
Anyone with a weaker Daoist core would be easily affected by the illusion to join the battle, but not Chu Kuangren.
He stood and watched the astonishing battle unfold calmly.
He spotted many famous figures from ancient Immortal times, such as the Eighty-One Demonic Generals, Wind and Rainmaker, Xuanyuan Emperor, Yinglong, Nine Heavens Deity, and more.
All of the famous figures from ancient Immortal times were in the Battle of Zhuolu.
All kinds of Immortal Techniques and divine abilities were cast, and their terrifying might could easily crush the universe.
The war destroyed the land of Zhuolu.
Soon after, he saw all eighty-one Demonic Generals getting killed in battle.
In the end, Chiyou lost, and with it, the illusion of war faded.
His surroundings returned to the form of a barren land.
The illusion was the strongest memory of Chiyou because Zhuolu was the place where he lost the battle.
Chiyou appeared from the void, together with his eighty other Demonic Generals’ souls.
“A strong Daoist core, huh? How admirable,” Chiyou said.
One of the Eighty-One Demonic Generals then stepped forward with a greatsword in his hand. “If you want to acquire Brother Chiyou’s inheritance, you will have to defeat us!”
Defeat the Eighty-One Demonic Generals?
It sounded impossible at the start because they were all famous fighters in ancient Immortal times, and the weakest of them could rival the strongest Gilded Immortal.
Moreover, there was no lack of Arch Gilded level fighters as well.
Being only a True Immortal, no one would believe Chu Kuangren if he said he could defeat all of them.
He was aware that his chances against a Gilded Immortal or higher were slim. However, if Chiyou left his inheritance for the later generations, he would not have made the trial an impassable one.
There must be a way for the trial-taker to clear it.
“Let’s begin.”
Chu Kuangren stood with his hands behind his back as he answered the challenge nonchalantly.
The Eighty-One Demonic Generals were surprised by his countenance.
Chu Kuangren’s state of mind impressed them.
“Great. Let’s fight!”
The Demonic General strode forward and pointed his sword at Chu Kuangren.
This time, the attack was real.
Chu Kuangren pointed his sword hand sight forward and shot out a surge of chilling sword qi.
Boom!
The Demonic General was blasted away by a single sword qi!
‘I knew it!’ Chu Kuangren thought.
The Demonic Generals were not at their prime since their physical bodies had perished.
In fact, they were nothing but a mimicry conjured by Chiyou through some secret technique. He must have gathered the soul fragments of his brothers and mimicked them in soul form.
The power the souls wielded was limited!
“Hmph! Let me have a try!”
Another Demonic General stepped forward and threw a punch at Chu Kuangren. Terrifying ferocious qi gushed from his fist energy.
However, Chu Kuangren remained still as he shot out another surge of sword qi.
Clank!
Another Demonic General was defeated.
Chu Kuangren glanced at the remaining Eighty-One Demonic Generals and pondered. “If this is the trial, why don’t all of you come at me together?”
The remaining Demonic Generals were enraged by his provocation.
“Arrogant youngling!”
“Don’t you know that the later the number, the stronger the general? You defeated two of eighty-one, and they’re the weakest among us all. What fuels your arrogance?”
“You’re full of yourself!”
Chiyou glanced at Chu Kuangren. “How dare a mere clone dare to speak with such arrogance? Now, I’m looking forward to meeting your true self.”
The other Demonic Generals were shocked by their leader’s explanation.
“That’s just a clone?”
“A clone who dares to accept Brother Chiyou’s trial? He’s really arrogant!”
All the remaining Demonic Generals glared at Chu Kuangren.
Chiyou continued, “All the Demonic Generals will fight you at once. If you lose, even if your true self comes forward, you will not be able to retake the trial.”
He did not resent Chu Kuangren’s arrogance because it reminded him of himself as he, too, was an arrogant warrior in the past.
Arrogance was foolish without true power, and he would never pass his inheritance to an arrogant fool.
Even if Chu Kuangren’s true self was much stronger or much more talented, Chiyou would never let him retake the trial.
“If I lose, it means I’m only that strong and not worthy of accepting your inheritance.”
Chu Kuangren stood with his hands behind his back, showing off his utmost confidence.
“Very well. All of you can fight him together!” Chiyou said to his brothers.
Other than himself, all the other Demonic Generals stepped forward and glared at Chu Kuangren with a powerful aura that shook the heavens.
Even in ancient Immortal times, only less than a handful of opponents were worthy of fighting all eighty Demonic Generals at once.
“Kid, be prepared!”
“You won’t last three breaths in front of me!”