Chapter 57: The Downfall of the Gula Dynasty (Part 1)

  Gula, as the nineteenth strongest in the Honghuang universe's Western region, established a vast Gula dynasty. After millions of years of brutal war in the Honghuang universe, the Gula dynasty not only didn't weaken but continued to expand by swallowing smaller forces, eventually becoming one of the larger powers in the Honghuang universe. Although it can't compare to the three major races with tens of billions of years of heritage or the four rising powers, it is considered a top ten existence among the twenty-odd surviving forces after millions of years of brutal war.

  The Gula Dynasty ruled over a vast territory of several thousand light-years in the west. On this vast land, as long as any living being reached the realm of immortality, they would be absorbed into the Gula Dynasty; those who were not absorbed would be hunted down by the Gula Dynasty. After years of development, the Gula Dynasty possessed tens of thousands of strongmen at the quasi-saintly level of Heavy Heaven, and countless strongmen at the Mahayana Golden Immortal level, demonstrating the dynasty's immense power.

  Gula, after these years in the Western thousands of light-years, claiming to be king and overlord, had long since lost the passion he had when he first established the great Gula dynasty. He was now only immersed in the possession of enormous power, but deep down, he knew that this powerful authority would not have been his if it weren't for his own formidable strength. Without such strength, his authority would eventually be stripped away by others. Thus, over these 900,000 years, Gula had never relaxed, and through arduous cultivation, he too reached the peak of the initial stage of the Subsaint realm.

  In the magnificent palaces, countless strong men of the ancient Gura dynasty suddenly stood up with flames of anger burning in their eyes, but still couldn't hide a hint of panic.

  The Great Hall of the Gula Dynasty.

  A middle-aged man wearing a silver and white brocade long gown sat upright on the throne made of Xiantian Ling crystal. He had an overbearing and resolute face, purple pupils, and an aura of a monarch who had been in power for a long time.

  As the ruler of the Gula Empire, which occupies several thousand light-years in the western part of Honghuang, the performance of Emperor Gula directly affects the morale of the entire empire. As a congenital demon god born since the beginning of the universe, Emperor Gula has lived for tens of billions of years. As one of the top strongmen in the Honghuang universe, he reached the peak of early Saint level in just a few tens of thousands of years. In his life, there are now few things that can move him.

  Many presumptuously challenged the strong on the list of the Primordial Chaos, only to prove that the challenger was just a ridiculous frog at the bottom of the well.

  "Calm," the voice of Gula the Great was even, like an ancient well that did not ripple, and that strange power quickly soothed the imperial strongmen who were hiding a hint of panic under their anger in the great hall.

  "Aolis" Gula looked at a sturdy figure with Quasi-Saint Eleven Heavens cultivation in the front row on the left side of the Grand Hall.

  "Yes, Your Majesty," Oris nodded in understanding and bowed his head.

  If following the convention of previous wars, the main force of the Demon Sect would still take some time to arrive. And before that, the ancient Gula dynasty had enough time to investigate the other party's details, and then give a fatal blow before the other party launched an attack. Unfortunately, since the creation of the space gate in the Honghuang universe, this convention has long been broken.

  Just as Orlis turned around and was about to walk out of the grand hall. Suddenly——

  "Rumble!"

  A violent spatial fluctuation came from the western sky of the Grand Temple. All the strong men in the ancient Gura dynasty's temple felt a strong spatial rule fluctuation.

  Report!

  Outside the grand hall. A black shadow, like a flying bird, swept over the eaves of the grand hall and landed outside: "Your Majesty, urgent report! In the western part of the kingdom, a gigantic space gate suddenly appeared, thousands of meters high, from which countless demonic warriors poured out, and the western land of the kingdom was subjected to an unprecedented attack. We can't withstand the demon's attack at all!"

  The royal warrior, clad in a thick black battle armor, holding a gigantic knife-like sacred artifact, knelt on one knee at the threshold of the grand hall, his head bowed low, large beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead, fearful of being scolded by Gula.

  "Boom!"

  A loud rumbling sound mixed with the mournful cries of the dying warriors of the dynasty came from the west of the imperial palace. At the same time, a divine consciousness burst out of the palace, strong enough to change the color of the sky and earth.

  "Ah!!"

  "The Western Legion of the Wang Dynasty has been destroyed by the Demon Sect, their attack was so swift and sharp!"

  "The Third Legion of the Wang Dynasty has been completely annihilated."

  "They're almost breaking in!"

  After perceiving the source of this earth-shaking change through their divine sense, all the strong men of the ancient Gura dynasty in the great hall changed color. One by one, they were burning with anger but their eyes became more and more flustered, looking at Emperor Gura on the throne, waiting for him to issue a command to resist.

  In the tens of millions of years of history since the establishment of the Gula Dynasty, it has almost never been killed to this extent by its opponents. Although it had also experienced setbacks in the past, it ultimately relied on Gula's personal strength to emerge victorious. However, this time's opponent was the Demon Sect, with Luo Yu as one of the strongest six people in the Honghuang universe, and his own cultivation was only at the early peak of the quasi-saint level, which was far from being a match for Luo Yu. At this moment, Gula's heart, which had been calm like an ancient well, also stirred up a ripple. However, the thought of giving away the Gula Dynasty that he had painstakingly established to the Demon Sect was unbearable, so Gula decided to make one final move, and from then on, his mind was made up.

  Immediately assemble the fifth and eighth legions of the imperial court to block the demonic sect's attack. The first, second, fourth, sixth, seventh, and ninth legions that are outside will all be summoned back. Order the strongest Imperial Guard Legion to gather outside the grand hall, ready to act at any time.

  A series of orders from Gu La alleviated the panicked atmosphere in the grand hall to some extent. However, the good times did not last long as the strong men inside the grand hall soon felt a massive spatial fluctuation coming from three directions - east, north and south - of the ancient Gu Lai dynasty. Three gigantic space gates, each towering over ten million zhang high, suddenly appeared in the three directions of the ancient Gu Lai dynasty. The three space gates continuously spat out dense swarms of demonic cultivators, as if they would never be exhausted.

  Three massive space gates suddenly appeared, and the atmosphere in the great hall became oppressive. Even Gula's heart was a little flustered, and the strong men knew that the Gula Empire might be in danger of being destroyed today.

  Gula also knew that this was the last moment, as the king of the Gula dynasty, he couldn't be chaotic. He said in a deep voice: "Order the First Legion and Second Legion to block the Eastern Devil Cult warriors, the Fourth and Sixth Legions to block the Northern enemies, order the Seventh Legion and Ninth Legion to block the Southern enemies, the Imperial Guard is ready to join the battle at any time."

  Outside the grand hall, those four space gates that reached a height of millions of meters were extremely eye-catching and could be seen from tens of millions of miles away. Countless demonic cultivators poured out of the space gates. The black-armored demonic cultivators swarmed in like a school of fish, crazily pouring into the ancient Gula Empire from the other end of the space gate. On the other side of the space gate, the imposing army of the ancient Gula Empire was surging like a boundless ocean, killing intent shocking the heavens as they came from all directions without cease.

  The sky behind them. Thunder and lightning. Gale after gale, the madly rolling dark clouds below. A thick demonic aura lingered in that land, where the Demon Cult army and the Gurah Kingdom's army clashed most fiercely.

  Innumerable demonic legions and warriors of the ancient Gura dynasty slaughtered each other, with millions of soldiers falling every moment. The sky was shrouded in an astonishing aura of death, countless spirits were born on this land of billions of miles, and blood flowed like rivers.

  Suddenly a wave of fluctuations swept across the battlefield of billions and trillions, countless souls were attracted to something, densely packed and surging into the air.

  Luo Ye stood in the air, coldly observing the battlefield. Behind him, a billion-zhang-long demonic shadow stood upright in the void. It could be vaguely seen that this demonic shadow had three eyes and three pairs of giant dragon wings on its back, similar to those of the Western Dragon Clan. The demonic shadow was not yet clear, but it was Luo Ye's indestructible magic that produced the Chaotic Demon God Body. Of course, this demonic shadow had not yet condensed. Once it condensed, Luo Ye would be able to rely on his condensed Chaotic Demon God Body and naturally enter the Sacred Realm.

  Under Luo Ye's undying magic, the demonic shadow behind him emitted a massive suction force, frantically absorbing the souls of fallen warriors on the battlefield. Countless souls were swallowed by the demonic shadow, and after absorbing the souls of millions of warriors, the shadow condensed at a visible speed, rapidly solidifying. The appearance of the demonic shadow also became much clearer.

  Gula sat on the throne, his face solemn. His gaze pierced through layers of palace walls, traversed countless spaces, and landed directly on the towering magic shadow behind Luo Hui's back. As if sensing Gula's gaze, Luo Hui's eyes turned around, their gazes met.

  "Boom! Boom!"

  The two gazes met, and the massive demonic consciousness and divine consciousness collided, stirring up chaotic energy in the void. At the point where their gazes clashed, a purple electric light flickered uncertainly, accompanied by the sound of crackling sparks that shook the heavens.

  The two devils' eyes only briefly made contact before they parted ways, and in this brief moment of eye contact, Gula clearly felt the gap between them.

  "Kill!" The countless demonic warriors howled, bellowed, and crazily charged into the army of the ancient Gula dynasty. On the vast and boundless land, dense rows of soldiers were torn apart, belonging to two opposing forces, fighting day and night without rest. Until death, every moment, a large number of soldiers fell to the ground, their souls absorbed by the demonic shadow behind Luo Ye. Every moment, countless demonic warriors fell from the sky, the war horns sounded throughout the heavens, while thick smoke and scattered bonfires were the only accompaniment. Gula watched as his own army crazily dwindled, unable to calm down while sitting on the throne in the grand hall.