Slaughter God’s Journey to Immortality - C101

In fact, creation and destruction, survival and destruction were originally two sides of the same coin, just like yin and yang, which no one could avoid. Therefore, the Devil Dao represented by the Sky Demon was an indispensable part of the mysteries of heaven and earth, and only after destruction would there be a new life. Therefore, although the Devil Sect was extremely vicious, it had filled the void in the Heavenly Dao, so it was not destined to perish. This was also the reason why the two of them had been fighting for countless years and could not end up together once and for all.

However, Werther was worried that if he devoured millions of the Evil Spirit Ghost King without permission, it would disrupt the entire system of reincarnation in the Grace Mainland. If he did so in his previous life, there would be countless righteous cultivators coming to kill him.

But when he recalled what Vick had said, he suddenly realized that the system for reincarnation in this world didn’t seem to be very developed. Even the Goddess of Life, who was in charge of the life and soul, seemed to do this work according to her own preferences. The best example would be that every year, many souls would either be purified as evil spirits or imprisoned by Necromancers. It was as if the Goddess of Life had used her priesthood of creating life and soul very well.

If he could cultivate to the realm where he could speak equally with the Goddess of Life, he would have to warn the Goddess of Life that she could not continue to be like this. She would have to join forces with the two gods of the underworld, life and death, to form a complete system of reincarnation, and that would be the only correct way to keep the life and death of the entire Grace Mainland flourishing and flourishing. However, he clearly did not have the qualifications now.

Werther silently guarded his Divine Will and probed his sea of consciousness. He saw that one of the two Awakened ones was a raging black flame and the other was a surging golden light. Both of them seemed to have achieved great mastery. Even with his status as a Daoist cultivator, he was actually cultivated to such an exquisite level by the cultivation techniques of the demonic and buddhist sects. He could be considered the first person in Lou Guandao since ancient times. If he could change his cultivation to the Dharma or Devil Dao and cultivate with all his energy, then his achievements would definitely not be small. However, it was obvious that he could not do that.

He slowly practiced the new abilities in his Sea of Consciousness, and obviously, the three kinds of the Sky Demon Divine Powers were not something he could control as he wished, so the cost to master them was extremely high. And the golden Buddha statue on the back of Buddha’s head, he had once tried to enter there to see what kind of state the souls he had protected were in, but unfortunately, he was unable to succeed. When Werther became ruthless, he just ignored him and began cultivating his zhen qi in preparation for the upcoming Great Devil Martial Meet. He also decided that as long as the Devil Martial Arts Conference ended and he obtained the sword of darkness, he would leave the imperial capital and travel the Grace Mainland in search of a chance to break through.

Ten days before the Martial Arts Competition, according to the rules, it was time for Klein to register. Klein had set up registration spots in each of the Mage Association, Swordsman Association, and Mercenary Guild, and there were naturally some in the academy as well, and the scale was also quite large. However, Werther did not need to queue up to suffer, as long as he greeted his father, everything would be settled. This also reflected the natural gap between the aristocrats and the commoners. It was no wonder that many experts of common birth placed their hopes on the upcoming Devil Martial Meet, hoping to get a good rank, get out of the ranks of the commoners and enter the aristocracy.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the Clan Martial Meet. The entire city of Dawn was in an uproar as commoners and nobles rushed out of their homes and rushed towards Klein Palace. This was because the event would be held in the square in front of the Palace. This was also the tradition of the past, and the royal family of Klein would only open themselves up to the public at this time, allowing the world to see their glory. The streets of the City of Dawn were suddenly filled with all sorts of carriages and streams of people. Under the protection of the city guards, they were able to maintain a relatively stable order as they headed towards the imperial palace.

Werther had come early to the palace and sat in the awning specially built for nobles. This was also to make it convenient for the nobles of his own country, as well as for the envoys and dignitaries of other countries. With a glance, he could see tens of thousands of spectators gathered in the plaza. Tens of thousands of eyes were staring at the luxurious VIP seats in the center, where the continent’s most respected people were going to sit.

At noon, accompanied by a burst of cheers from the crowd, the members of the Klein Royal Family finally appeared in everyone’s field of vision. Werther also stretched his neck to take a look. The person walking at the very front was, of course, His Majesty Klein VII. He was still dressed in his yellow robe, with his well-groomed hair and solemn face, giving off a heavy and solemn feeling. Behind him were the two princes, followed by the Grand Princess and Count Jacoby. Werther noticed that the Grand Princess was holding a little boy in her hand, something he had never seen before, but her features were still similar to that of Klein royalty, and she should be the son of the Crown Prince, Raúl. He was already eleven or twelve years old, and Werther, who had entered the capital from the age of ten, had unknowingly been in existence for close to five years.

As the members of the royal family took their seats, Klein’s ministers appeared one after another. First, there were ministers of state and of military, then ministers of agriculture and commerce, and so on. As the Director of Public Security, James was in charge of the security for the entire hall. Next were the distinguished guests from other countries. First was the members of the Holy Church, first was Archbishop Owen, and then was Bishop Anthony. Behind them was a pale and fresh face who was also wearing a red robe.

Following which, the members of the Kaiser Empire came. It would have been too much for Emperor Adolf to represent the Kaiser Empire in the competition, but since the crown prince Karov was involved in this matter, he sent the representatives of the Kaiser Empire’s minister of war. The reason for Karov’s absence was only known to a few, and Werther knew it was a party. As for this minister of war, it was said that he had only earned the title of Grand Duke. The real military power lay in the hands of the Kaiser royal family and Rommel. However, judging from the looks of it, this representative, Kaiser, was still quite reasonable.

Afterwards, it was the organizers of the Devil Martial Arts Competition. In the two kingdoms, the two principals appeared and once again earned the applause of the crowd. However, this person was extremely low-key and basically didn’t participate in politics. Even if he did study magic behind closed doors, he wouldn’t give face to anyone. Even the two princes who wanted to pull him into their own factions also had their doors shut. As for the headmaster of the Kaiser Empire’s magus martial academy, he was actually a woman. Furthermore, she was a woman whose beauty was worthy of praise.

This woman had a head of silvery-white hair, which flickered with a strange luster. Her face was very delicate, filled with a mature charm, but regardless of whether it was her eyes or her expression, it gave off a bone-chilling feeling. In reality, this Bodhisattva Melena was over a hundred years old, but her skin was beautiful, her beauty didn’t lose to that of a young girl.

Werther also noticed that among the envoys from the other kingdoms, there was actually Prince Fitz of the Kingdom of Loke, the Kingdom of the Desert. He recalled the last time when he had offered to cooperate with Klein to suppress the Kaiser Empire and had been rejected. As for the others, Werther didn’t know them too well, so he didn’t pay too much attention to them. After half an hour, the guests had taken their seats and the opening ceremony of the Magic Martial Meeting was finally about to begin.

His Majesty, Klein VII, got up slowly and came to the podium. On the podium, there was a fixed magic loudspeaker device, which could guarantee that anyone who spoke in time would be able to hear them clearly, no matter how low the volume of their voice was. Klein VII first said softly, and then he said, “My subjects and my friends from all over the world, welcome to the five-yearly opening ceremony of the Magic Martial Competition.”

“Everyone knows, this competition was proposed by the Church. It has been more than a hundred years since Klein and Caesar organized this tournament, and from this competition we discovered a large number of young experts. They represent the future hope of humanity, and are also the dream and goal of countless people. Today, under everyone’s anticipating gaze, the fifty-third session of the Demon Martial Competition will finally begin. I don’t want to say too much, I just want to say one thing: I wish you all the love of the Gods! ” He stepped down from the stage with a smile. Waves of enthusiastic cheers broke out from the crowd. Werther noticed that these cheers came from the bottom of his heart, expressing sincere respect. It was not easy for an emperor to do this. It also shows how impressive the political record of His Majesty Laing Klein’s reign was.

Next, the Minister of War of the Kaiser Empire made a brief statement, which generally brought the blessings and hope of the rulers of the Kaiser Empire, Adolf and Karov. Afterwards, the representative of the Holy See spoke. Owen Anthony remained seated, and the newly arrived bishop spoke. This fellow’s name was Conte, and there was nothing impressive about him, but as usual, he was grateful to the Gods and the Pope.