First of all, the outer perimeter of the demon realm is protected by a barrier set up by demon gods, which is a major hurdle.
One thing they're unsure about right now is whether the Demon God will come up and fight them directly, or whether the Demon Lord will send out his demon army first.
If the demon god were to come, both the immortal and demon realms would surely use their trump cards.
If the Demon Lord were to lead a large army of demon spirits into battle, things might get complicated.
Fighting a demon god can be a quick battle, but fighting the demon lord's demon army will take a long time.
At this moment, the Venerable One and the Demon Emperor truly put aside all distractions and focused wholeheartedly on planning how to fight against the Demon Realm.
After all, the person they were about to face was a demon god, the terrifying demon god who had left a deep mark on their memories.
If they don't plan properly, they might be completely wiped out.
However, this great battle had no choice but to begin.
The Demon Emperor had his concerns, and the Venerable One had her own thoughts. Therefore, even knowing the danger, they still had no choice but to act in this way.
This is a battle we know will be difficult, but we must win.
Just like the two of them were arguing about, it was about the distribution of the benefits after the destruction of the demon realm.
Only by destroying the demon realm will they have a problem with their successors; if they cannot be destroyed... it will all be for nothing.
The Demon Emperor and the Venerable One were discussing things in detail in the main tent. The other soldiers in the camp were not so tense; in fact, they were quite excited.
To them, the Demon God was merely a legendary figure, and a thousand years had passed without them witnessing the Demon God's actions again.
A figure who has been portrayed as almost mythical may simply be a product of misinformation.
Moreover, for them as soldiers, fighting is their mission. If there is no fighting, what is the meaning of their existence?
Unlike the soldiers' excitement, the Confucian master remained seated in his tent, seemingly calm. However, upon closer observation, one would notice that his eyelids were trembling slightly, suggesting that he was struggling internally.
Whether she was nervous or had other thoughts is unknown.
The chaos of war in the Three Realms is ultimately no easy matter.
Chapter 150: Don't Gamble
Inside the Dustless Abode, the night was deep, and all was quiet.
No one would keep watch in the Dustless Abode. It was always peaceful there, and very few people dared to cause trouble.
Of course, the incident involving Liu Xinya last time was also within the Demon God's expectations, which is why he allowed her to do as she pleased.
In the quiet Wuchen Residence, Liu Lanyan was fast asleep. The war in the Three Realms could break out at any moment, and the more so, the more Liu Lanyan understood the importance of rest.
Only by conserving your energy can you contribute at crucial moments.
Mo Yun opened his eyes in the darkness, got up, and slowly walked towards the door. Dressed in white, he emitted a hazy, shimmering white light in the boundless darkness, swaying gently like moonlit water, rippling out in circles, enchanting the dark night.
The door opened silently, and without pausing for a moment, it flew directly to the Dustless Palace.
The entire process was completely silent, so naturally it did not disturb the people inside Wuchen Residence.
Standing at the edge of the Wuchen Palace, Mo Yun looked at the carved railings and painted beams under the moonlight, the so-called magnificent palace, and walked slowly, taking in every scene of the Wuchen Palace as he went.
His mind replayed the beginning, recalling how he had painstakingly built the Dustless Palace, the furnishings inside meticulously crafted by him; the rocks and springs he had summoned with his own power; and the towering trees, rare flowers, and exotic herbs he had personally cultivated…
It can be said that his traces are left in every corner of this place.
The Dustless Palace was his life's work, and he did not allow anyone to set foot there.
Therefore, the Dustless Palace became a forbidden area within a forbidden area.
Even Peng Zhen, who had been following him, and An Yi could only stay on the outskirts of Wuchen Palace and were limited to small-scale activities.
A long white robe slid slowly across the smooth ground, casting a trail of cold moonlight. Facing the moonlight, Mo Yun walked forward expressionlessly, trudging alone in the darkness.
There was no one around him, not a sound in the air, and it seemed as if he was the only one left in the world, slowly moving forward, just like the lonely time of the past thousand years, with only himself.
Finally, Mo Yun arrived at his destination, the spacious platform that Liu Lanyan had visited on her first visit.
Keep going forward, until you reach the end of the platform.
Looking down, all you could see were rolling clouds, a dark, inky expanse in the night, nothing at all.
Looking up, the cold moonlight, devoid of any warmth, shone down, its silvery light dancing on the jade railing, creating a dreamlike effect.
The wind blows gently.
With the chill of a winter night, it lifted Mo Yun's casually flowing black hair, which scattered and gathered behind him, fluttering gracefully in various beautiful poses.
Mo Yun gazed into the distance, at the boundless night and endless starry sky; no one could see what lay ahead…
Looking out from here, you see the starry sky, with countless stars twinkling, both mesmerizing and empty. Gazing at it for a long time can create a sense of unreal disorientation.
Mo Yun just stood there, without any reaction, like an ancient, stubborn rock, standing motionless on the edge of the platform.
Under the cold moon and in the empty starry sky, his tall figure looked so lonely and desolate.
Her stunningly beautiful face, a person so perfect that it made others feel ashamed of their own appearance, was so vulnerable at this moment.
Its resilience contains a fragile beauty that seems to shatter at the slightest touch.