NOVEL WEB Chapter 62:
Chapter 062: The Ninth Layer Fully Opens:
“Are there any traitors this time?”
In a high-level meeting, the Divine Race leader, Guang Wuyu, began with a sarcastic remark.
It was obvious who the comment targeted.
The Tiger Clan’s Husheng glared, his eyes wide with fury.
“What do you mean by that?”
Guang Wuyu chuckled lightly. “What could I mean? I’m just worried that everything is perfectly planned, and then, at the critical moment, someone betrays us and lets the target escape. Wouldn’t that be humiliating?”
Husheng roared, smashing the stone in front of him into powder with a paw.
“Who the hell are you talking about?”
“Throw a rock, and the dog that barks loudest is the one you’ve hit,” Guang Wuyu sneered.
A monk in a kasaya stood up without a word and prepared to leave.
“Du’e, where are you going?” Nightshade quickly stopped him.
Du’e’s expression remained serene.
“When the factions harbor such distrust, this plan is doomed to fail. Why should I stay? It’s better to return and chant a few more scriptures instead.”
“There’s no distrust here. Everyone is gathered to eliminate Lu Ye before the Human Race reacts. Guang Wuyu, Husheng, can you two act normal? Or do you believe that just because Lu Ye hasn’t directly clashed with your kind yet, he never will?”
“When Lu Ye fully matures and you face him, you’ll know what regret tastes like. Decide now. Do we unite, or do we disband here and now?” Nightshade demanded, his tone grim.
The cave fell into oppressive silence, the flickering fire casting wavering shadows.
Guang Wuyu and Husheng remained quiet for a while.
“Unite,” Guang Wuyu finally said.
“Hmph,” Husheng snorted coldly.
Nightshade roared, “What are you snorting for? Unite or not?”
Husheng clenched his claws tightly before eventually loosening them.
“Unite!”
“Good. Then listen carefully,” Nightshade said firmly.
“When the final three layers of the Ancient Prodigy Battlefield open and our strongest fighters arrive, our first and only priority will be to hunt Lu Ye. Forget everything else. This is the most crucial task.”
“Remember, this must be an all-out assault. Approach it as if it’s the final battle for your race’s survival!”
“Convince your strongest warriors, and don’t let anything go wrong!”
…
Time ticked by.
Suddenly, Lu Ye raised his head.
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed across the sky as clouds rolled and winds howled. The heavens seemed to expand infinitely, their light and shadows shifting, dividing the world into new layers.
The final three levels of the Ancient Prodigy Battlefield had officially opened. The faint sense of restraint that had lingered over everyone vanished.
Massive whirlpools appeared one after another in the sky, their sheer size far surpassing those from earlier levels.
Lu Ye’s eyes lit up, and his figure vanished. He headed straight for the Cliff of the Blood Sea.
Almost every prodigy—human or otherwise—rushed toward the seventh layer.
The arrival of stronger beings was evident. Even though the Battlefield was far from many territories, as soon as human experts entered, the elites of other races began to follow suit.
The atmosphere was heavy with overwhelming auras.
Nascent Transformation Realm!
Nascent Transformation Realm!
This time, the newcomers from every race were undeniably powerful. Anyone brought in now was at least in the Nascent Transformation Realm.
Within the Prodigy’s Ancient Battlefield, those under a hundred years old who hadn’t reached the Nascent Transformation Realm were no longer considered prodigies.
Nightshade was the first to greet the newcomers.
The demon race, seeing Nightshade, bowed slightly. As the son of the Demon Emperor, Nightshade was both young and a prodigious talent, worthy of respect.
“Greetings, Prince Nightshade.”
The demon leading the group was clad in pitch-black armor, his bull-like horns radiating intense killing intent. His mountainous frame exuded an intimidating presence.
“Xi Mie, I have urgent news,” Nightshade said.
“Speak, Prince,” Xi Mie replied.
“A supreme prodigy has emerged among the humans, someone destined to become a ruler and an emperor. If we don’t eliminate him today, he’ll be an immense threat tomorrow.”
“I’ve already coordinated with the other races—Divine, Spirit, Ghost, and Buddha clans—to join forces. All that’s left is your demon race.”
“Will you heed my call?” Nightshade asked solemnly.
Xi Mie’s eyes glinted with killing intent.
“Is he truly so formidable? What realm has he reached?”
“Likely Nascent Transformation,” Nightshade replied.
“Good. Lead the way, and I will kill him.”
“It’s not just you. Every demon here must join this battle. Leave no chance for him to escape!”
Xi Mie nodded. “Understood!”
Similar scenes unfolded among the other races.
Husheng approached Hua Qianshi, the strongest member of the Tiger Clan this time.
The Buddha clan sought Huijing, a higher-ranking monk of the Du generation.
The Ghost Clan found Yinxia Yi.
The Spirit Clan contacted Phantom King.
The Divine Race relied on their General of Divinity.
…
Meanwhile, Bai Qiulan entered the Ancient Prodigy Battlefield.
“Master!” Yue Hongling rushed to greet her.
Bai Qiulan felt a wave of relief seeing Yue Hongling unharmed.
“Where’s your senior brother?” she asked.
Yue Hongling’s eyes reddened instantly.
“Master!” she cried, her voice already trembling.
Bai Qiulan’s heart sank. What happened?
Yue Hongling threw herself into Bai Qiulan’s arms but immediately shivered from the icy cold.
“Master, why are you so cold? What happened to you?”
“Nothing. My power of the lunar yin hasn’t stabilized since my breakthrough. It’ll pass in time,” Bai Qiulan explained.
“And you? Why are you so upset?”
Yue Hongling couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, crying as if her heart was breaking.
“Master, I misunderstood Senior Brother. I wronged him terribly!”
Bai Qiulan frowned.
“Feng Wuxie was a trap. Senior Brother willingly stepped into it for my sake. He even lost one of his lives because of it!” Yue Hongling sobbed.
“And yet I harmed him… Master, I don’t deserve forgiveness. I’m so sorry, Senior Brother! I should’ve died instead…!”
Her sorrowful cries were heart-wrenching.
Bai Qiulan closed her eyes, unable to suppress her emotions.
Another one. Another devastating misunderstanding.
Why had things come to this?
Sun Ruowei, eavesdropping nearby, had her ears perked like antennas.
Feigning indifference, she listened to every word Yue Hongling said, carefully analyzing it.
She understood each word, but when pieced together, they made no sense.
Senior Brother? That was clearly Lu Ye. But who was Feng Wuxie?
And Lu Ye lost a life? Didn’t everyone only have one life?
Could it be… that Lu Ye had died?
No, that couldn’t be right. If Lu Ye had truly died, why would Yue Hongling still be seeking forgiveness?
What was going on?
Elsewhere, a young elder from the Great Dao Sect examined his instrument.
“Strange. Why are all the other races gathering toward a single location?”