Calamity of Tomorrow

"The Emperor's Sword is a fortune-derived divine artifact created by the pure-blooded human race, and only they could use it. It's the reason why Heavenly Dao has never been able to employ it to subjugate the Heavenly Demon over the years."

"Because the bloodline of the pure-blooded human race had been completely severed."

"But now that Zhou Bai has received the recognition of the Emperor's Sword, it just proves his identity as a pure-blooded human."

"This is a deeply concealed secret, unknown even to the Four Great Sects, let alone in Central City where only a handful of Mixed Blood Human Race families know. None came by this information without taking great risks and sacrificing countless lives."

"Otherwise, we would still be in the dark."

Zhao Yue frowned, saying, "Even so, even if our bloodlines are different, we can still join forces to subjugate the Heavenly Demon, and even oppose Heavenly Dao, right?"

The elder coldly said, "That's just wishful thinking on our part. The Immortals above have never regarded us mixed-bloods as real humans. Because the Mixed Blood Human Race cannot become Immortals."

"They protect us, support us, merely because the pure-blooded humans are all dead. Only then did they pin their hopes on us, hoping to purify the demonic blood in our bodies and turn us back into pure-blooded humans."

"But the resilience of the demonic blood exceeded their expectations, and coupled with the distortion of the Heavenly Dao, all attempts over the past hundred years have failed."

The elder said sadly, "Now that the pure-blooded human race has re-emerged, it signifies that we mixed-bloods are no longer needed by the Immortals. We have even become the demons they speak of."

"When they start utilizing Zhou Bai's pure-blooded lineage to reproduce the human race, we mixed-bloods will be cleansed.

Even directly exploiting the demonic bloodline, holding us captive like the dragons in the Beast Taming Institute—as slaves, as providers of cultivation materials, as delicacies on their dining tables."

Hearing this, Zhao Yue's heart was shaken, she shook her head in disbelief, "That's not possible. Used as materials, as food..."

"Then what do you think all those demonic beast materials provided by Heavenly Dao every year are from!! Where do the corpses of so many Ninth Realm cultivators who fail to ascend go!!"

"The true demons have been extinct for hundreds of years. But in these hundreds of years, when has Heavenly Dao ever lacked demonic materials?"

While speaking, the elder's face vaguely showed large patches of fur, as if there was a tiger within him, its huge mouth gaping as it spoke, "Humans and demons cannot coexist, and once there is a drop of demonic blood, one is forever a demon, less than a dog in the eyes of those Immortals!"

Zhao Yue was shocked watching the transformations of the elder, never expecting his demonic blood to be triggered.

The elder with long eyebrows said, "Zhao Yue... the lives of billions of the Mixed Blood Human Race and the future of the human race now hang on this great discussion of the Daluo Heaven."

"This is our only chance to kill Zhou Bai."

"Without the existence of pure-blooded humans, we can still maintain a fragile balance with Heavenly Dao."

Zhao Yue's body shook continuously, her eyes filled with confusion, her Primordial Spirit vibrating, seemingly struggling to accept the reality in front.

Initially, although she disapproved of Zhou Bai, it was just a rivalry, planning to openly compete with him.

After all, he had received the recognition of the Emperor's Sword. In Zhao Yue's view, even losing to him, letting him lead the rise of humanity, wouldn't be unacceptable.

But now, suddenly knowing such a cruel truth, suddenly realizing the entire race's safety and future were dependent on this great discussion in Daluo Heaven, she felt an immense pressure weighing down on her.

Zhao Yue agonizingly said, "Would the Immortals truly do such things?"

Just then, a figure slowly appeared behind Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue abruptly turned her head, staring at the unexpected figure and exclaimed, "Xiang Haocu? How did you get in here?"

The elder said, "Xiang Haocu is here to help you."

Zhao Yue was startled, quickly realizing, "You purposely lost to me today?"

Xiang Haocu calmly said, "We are of the same clan, fratricide is meaningless. I only learned about the Emperor's Sword from my father yesterday."

Zhao Yue's heart tightened, "Marshal Lei of Xiang Tiandi..."

Xiang Haocu: "Now in the top ten competition, Zhou Bai is our biggest enemy. It doesn't matter who wins first place or who gets the Emperor's Sword, the crucial thing is that we must kill this pureblood Zhou Bai."

"I could have tried to prepare more before my duel with him and taken care of this myself. Unfortunately, it was only after our duel that the matter of the Emperor's Sword occurred."

"Zhao Yue, I can tell you clearly, the Immortals have already begun their plan to suppress us mixed-bloods. All policies and resources will be tightened rapidly."

"Maybe it won't seem significant at first, but in no more than ten or twenty years, as they reproduce more and more purebloods, even if we aren't annihilated, we will all become nothing more than slaves. The situation will be a hundred times more cruel than the current suppression of the human race by the Heavenly Court."

At this moment, it seemed that Xiang Haocu was still unaware of the special qualities of Wei Cangsheng.

Another elder coldly said, "Because we are the humans now. We have inherited the civilization of past humans, the history, the culture. And Zhou Bai, he is now the public enemy of mankind."

The white-browed elder opened his mouth wide, revealing his fangs: "The Immortals want to kill the donkey after it has finished turning the millstone, all because of a slight issue of bloodline."

Another old lady sitting at the front said, "Once the Immortals use Zhou Bai's bloodline to reproduce purebloods and reduce us to slaves, the civilization of mankind will be truly severed, becoming nothing more than puppets in the hands of the Immortals."

The corners of Zhao Yue's mouth revealed a bitter smile, she could not have imagined that the person genuinely recognized by the Emperor's Sword would now become the public enemy of all mankind.

She bowed her head, "I understand. But I'm not completely confident that I can kill him."

The white-browed elder said, "We will help you. Your Eight Desolates Supreme Robe can capture Primordial Spirits and souls, so now take all of our Primordial Spirits and souls."

"What?" Zhao Yue exclaimed, "But in that case, what will happen to you?"

The white-browed elder laughed heartily, "We've lived long enough. As long as we can get Zhou Bai killed and cut off the pureblood lineage, what does the death of a few old ghosts like us matter?"

Another old lady said, "Zhao Yue, you carry the hope of saving the human race and inheriting civilization, don't act like a small girl."

"Remember, once we undergo Primordial Spirit Emergence, deformities are inevitable, even the Eight Desolates Supreme Robe can only suppress us, not stop the deformities."

"You must use up all our Primordial Spirits by tomorrow, don't keep any."

"Our Primordial Spirits, take them."

The next moment, Zhao Yue felt the aura of several elders abruptly stagnate and dissipate.

Then, huge tiger phantoms brandishing their claws and teeth sprung from their bodies swiftly and submerged into Zhao Yue's Eight Desolates Supreme Robe.

At the same time, outside of the ancestral hall, there were faint sounds of someone approaching.

"Daughter, take our Primordial Spirits too."

"Father?" Zhao Yue clenched her fists tightly, she kneeled on the ground, and tears slowly rolled down from her eyes.

Feeling the power in the Eight Desolates Supreme Robe becoming stronger and stronger, her gaze became even more determined.

"I understand, rest assured, no matter the cost, I will kill Zhou Bai."

Xiang Haocu silently watched this scene, sighed, handed over the Thunder Blade, then patted Zhao Yue's shoulder and quietly left the Zhao family's ancestral hall.

But just a few steps after he walked out, Zhao Yue suddenly said coldly, "Did the Four True Gods send you?"

Her head still bowed to the ground, but her tone was icy cold, as if imbued with a hint of the deadly still: "Are the True Gods using the blood of our Zhao family to fight against the Immortals? What is their motive?"

"I don't know… the gods have never trusted us," Xiang Haocu sighed, "We… we're merely pawns in the hands of the celestials, purebloods, mixed-bloods all competing for living space granted by the Heavenly Court in this Battle Arena."

"Maybe someday we'll have the chance to break this Battle Arena, but at least for now… we can only fight fiercely against our opponents to strive for more time to advance."