Chapter 622 - 284: The Apocalypse Finally Arrives

The cold Gang Wind that had blown across the Land of the Far North for countless thousands of years mysteriously vanished today.

An unusual feeling weighed heavily on the hearts of all cultivators.

It was the talent known as Spiritual Sense at work, warning the brain that a crisis was impending, urging a swift response.

The True Demon is coming.

The entire Doomsday Defense Line was silent.

Numerous cultivators and members of the Demon Race quietly awaited within the yet-to-be-activated arrays.

Some seated, some standing, some lying down.

Construction of the Doomsday Defense Line had already ceased half a month ago.

Or rather...

It had to stop due to the exhaustion of resources.

The unrestrained construction of Grand Arrays had, in less than half a year, drained the reserves of both the Righteous and Demonic Dao.

Even the accumulated stockpiles of the Demon Race had been depleted.

If not for the substantial donations from those desperate to escape, there would be doubts whether this Doomsday Defense Line could even be built.

After all, they were about to face Immortals!

The Artifact Refining Department had exerted every effort, reluctantly refining over ten thousand pieces of Life Armor from all the materials Lu Wenwu brought, distributing them to carefully selected Nascent Soul and Golden Core Cultivators.

Cultivators from the Talisman and Elixir departments were working day and night, racing to produce as much additional supplies as possible.

All main war cultivators and demon beasts were taking their final opportunity to familiarize themselves with the temporary teammates assigned to their combat zones—even if it only provided psychological comfort.

The moment the True Demon arrives, they become like grasshoppers tied to the same rope, comrades in arms, unified in advance or retreat.

Even though they had been training together for nearly half a year, it was still too brief a time for cultivators and demon beasts who often live for hundreds of years.

Building this Doomsday Defense Line, which had consumed nearly the entire world’s energy, was already a near miracle.

Even Lu Wenwu couldn’t find fault.

Everyone who came here was doing their utmost.

Perhaps it was for the world, perhaps for family and friends, perhaps simply for their own survival.

But who cares?

The moment they dared to stand here and face the True Demon Mother Insect, they had already become part of an epic tale of heroes.

The sky over the Far North, once as clear as Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, had somehow grown ominously dark.

The sense of unease grew ever more intense.

Some, restless, checked their issued talismans, elixirs, magical artifacts, and life armor repeatedly, ensuring everything was within easy reach.

Others, with a calm demeanor, sat cross-legged in the icy wilderness, a shimmering flying sword resting across their knees, with their battle intent subtly rising.

Some wore a look of determination and readiness for death, pressing their hands to their rapidly beating hearts, silently reciting the Sutra of Clarity and Quiet, making final mental adjustments before the battle...

On the peaks towering skyward, Lu Wenwu gazed into the distance, watching the weak point in space thousands of miles away, deep in thought about something unknown.

This thousand-mile area marked the minimum range the Doomsday Defense Line could cover.

Yes, the minimum.

Everyone knew it was most resource-efficient to kill the enemy at their "birth point."

But that wasn’t feasible.

Low-tier Cultivators simply couldn’t directly face the Power of Corruption of the True Demon Mother Insect at close range.

Lu Wenwu had discovered this when examining the sealed site of Cyan Profound Sword Sect.

If the Doomsday Defense Line was built too close, it wouldn’t be a defense.

It would be an open buffet for the enemy!

Mao Mao, who had solidly reached Divinity Transformation Level, silently squatted beside Lu Wenwu, occasionally flicking its thick tail, the black-golden fur shimmering with hints of eerie firelight.

"Your Majesty, still not using that?" Blood River Demon Venerable couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Wenwu knew exactly what he referred to and slightly shook his head: "Every second the Purgatory Great Wall operates consumes astronomical resources. No one knows how long this war will last, even if saving a single second is worthwhile."

Blood River Demon Venerable knew this well but couldn’t help asking.

Perhaps it was for some psychological comfort or just to find a distraction to shift focus from the tension within.

Even a Demon Venerable like him felt fear and anxiety.

Lu Wenwu’s divine sense swept the surroundings.

Aside from the ever-reciting Void Buddha Venerable, almost no other cultivator could maintain composure.

Even veterans of the Cultivation Realm like Old Flood Dragon Jiao Shengwu, Infinite Sword Venerable, Saint Venerable Heng Ru were the same.

Yes, even though they weren’t genuine Immortals, they still bore the title "Immortal."

The pressure was unprecedented!

"Any more Confucian Scholars coming?" Lu Wenwu suddenly asked.

Saint Venerable Heng Ru was startled momentarily, then smiled wryly, "No one has come these past forty-one days, even with the Teleportation Array always open."

"Hmm." Lu Wenwu absentmindedly responded, "Double-check that all the mortals have relocated?"

"Rest assured, everyone has been evacuated, and we repeatedly instructed them to move towards the center as much as possible before the war ends," Saint Venerable Heng Ru confirmed, "But those who went through so much trouble to get there, will they..."

"Ha... no need to worry, the moment the True Demon descends, they will merely be dried bones in a grave, incapable of stirring any waves."

Recalling the utter desolation along the border of that Little World, Lu Wenwu’s face drew into a cold smile devoid of warmth.