Chapter 329: Novel Creating Heroes

The entire primeval land lay beneath a dark sky, blanketed by ladder-like red fire clouds. A golden cudgel, stirring the heavens, pointed directly at the firmament, as if tearing the world apart.

"Kill!" roared a Battle God, his muscles bulging, as he charged forward.

The sky was stirred into a vortex, with countless electrical grids converging, twisting, and spreading, rapidly surging towards the other Monarch Emperors across the land.

"He's really alive!" Countless people, seeing the Battle God reborn, couldn't help but show surprise. Many began to shed tears, as sounds of sorrow, cheers, weeping, and joyful roars intertwined.

They knew what this meant.

If the front line collapsed, it would quickly trigger a chain reaction, leading to utter devastation for the entire land resisting the demonic disaster in the rear. The primeval world would surely be destroyed.

They clutched their copies of "The Legend of the Battle God," creasing the pages as if trying to grasp all their tension in their hands.

"Battle God..." They finally couldn't hold back their tears, prostrating themselves on the ground and weeping loudly, deeply moved by the life depicted within the story, finding it profoundly inspiring.

There was once a passage in the story:

After he overthrew the rule of the primordial ancient gods, the fruits of the Ancestral Witch Immortal Court were stolen from him. The description of this was most poignant:

"When five hundred years are but a deception, and the fruits of victory bloom in another's garden... how shall we, who bear hardship and press onward, face despair?"

Despite overthrowing the entire court of the primordial ancient gods, he was still suppressed beneath Mount Changyang, and his twelve disciples still abandoned him.

Yet, he still pulled himself together.

The very concept of "Witch" shattered the heavens, trampled the earth, destroyed Jianmu, and in doing so, defined humanity itself.

"We are born free; who dares to stand above us?"

Suppressed beneath the mountain, he roared once more:

"I want that day to no longer obscure my sight! I want that earth to no longer bury my heart! I want all beings to comprehend the will of the Witch! I want Jianmu to vanish into smoke!"

This passage from "The Legend of the Battle God" was concise and domineering, filled with an indomitable spirit.

He ultimately rose again, united with various ancient gods, taught Dao Changsheng, and once more ascended to attack the Heavenly Palace!

From the moment this personal biography, "Battle God," began serialization, countless people found themselves sleepless, avidly following every update—it was simply too captivating!

It resonated deep within their bones, mixed with so much joy, sorrow, and tears. The classic lines were unforgettable, making them laugh and cry, their emotions completely immersed.

Is this what a hero is called?

Those who resist, who shatter all that confines them, are the true brave warriors.

Countless people lamented; where had they ever read such thrilling stories?

This character biography was an online novel with over ten thousand chapters, featuring the rise of a nobody, treasure hunting, face-slapping arrogance, suppressing dark forbidden zones, and cosmic calamities... it simply made them unable to stop, chasing updates every day.

The character and experiences of the Battle God were so richly depicted that the collective wish-power of all beings converged increasingly, becoming alarmingly vast.

"Too, too, too... too moving!"

Sheila was also dumbfounded, clutching "The Legend of the Battle God" that Xu Zhi had handed her. She was instantly hooked from the first chapter. As a Tier 3 professional, she could already read ten lines at a glance.

Modern online novels, through player channels, were aggressively infiltrating the incense-power worlds of native powerhouses. Even figures like Xu Wei and Emperor Fenteng were chasing updates daily, unable to stop.

"What a tragic life; so that's the kind of person Battle God Tiantu was," Sheila said, deeply moved, continuously flipping through the book. "It turns out not only is our history magnificent, theirs is too."

Xu Zhi held his breath, then suddenly chuckled, "That's all artistic embellishment and beautification, but it's largely consistent, without too many alterations."

These people are really something else.

Their imaginations are truly unique; they constantly employ unconventional tactics to achieve their goals.

He had finally managed to correct the history of the wizarding world, restoring the true historical texts, yet they were distorting the history of the primeval world on the other side? Giving it artistic embellishment?

The netizens outside must be exploding with excitement now! They must be overjoyed.

However, Xu Zhi merely observed calmly, standing from a distance and watching the scene unfold.

"Are we about to turn the tide?" Sheila suddenly asked.

Xu Zhi shook his head. "It's not that simple. Over a thousand years of the Potion Era, while more than two hundred Monarch Emperors have emerged, there are also monstrous figures among them whose combat power is no less than that of ancient Heavenly Emperors like Battle God, Xu Wei, or Emperor Lei. They just haven't made a move yet... because their advantage has been too great, so they've been observing. But now, they should be unable to sit still."

Sure enough, the very next second.

"Battle God... your life's biography, I deeply admire it..." A gentle male voice suddenly echoed in the air.

Swoosh!!! The air suddenly turned a faint crimson, and a male figure, as if transcending some spatiotemporal restriction, stepped forth, slowly approaching.

"Who is that?" Bell asked, startled.

A man covered in fresh blood descended, and almost all the Monarch Emperors of the Potion Era were so terrified they lost their voices.

"It's the Blood Emperor!"

"He's actually still alive?!"

The Blood Emperor was a forbidden existence throughout the land, an arrogant emperor who once dared to challenge the Origin Demon God Medusa. Everyone thought he had died, utterly annihilated, never imagining he had survived the demon god's assault, escaped with severe injuries, and remained hidden until today.

"Finally, someone capable of fighting has appeared."

Bell's expression showed apprehension, yet he suddenly burst into arrogant laughter, clearly displeased inside. "We're all players, we've gotten along well for ages. It's just that 'Cute Sister' character, always plotting against us, doing nothing but taking our kickbacks. This is a good chance to vent some anger!"

"If you like a fight, how about I join in?"

But the next second, his expression slowly solidified, for another terrifying ancient being had appeared.

"And I, Brohm."

It was an eight-meter-tall Beastman Emperor, radiating monstrous killing intent, standing there exuding a ruthless will to battle, renowned as the strongest Beastman in history.

And it wasn't just that; another Monarch Emperor stepped out.

It was a man like a vampire, with a pale face and fangs. He was the sole hidden profession, the Vampire Progenitor, who once established a fleeting vampire dynasty. Even countless years later, ancient legends and myths about him persisted.

"Three..."

Bell's expression slowly froze!

He deeply understood how terrifying it was that their potion system could produce beings with combat power comparable to his own.

He, after all, had cultivated the heaven-defying Nine Revolutions Profound Art!

Now their combat power was equal to his?

These three, had they grown up in the primeval world and cultivated its system, not one of them would have been inferior to Dao Changsheng!

This was the limitation of the potion system: although breakthroughs were easy, leading to many powerful individuals, the ceiling for combat power was too low.

These three were independent existences who had broken through the potion limiter and shattered the combat power ceiling.

He then realized he had severely underestimated the powerhouses of the Potion Era; their depths ran very deep.

"Blood Emperor, you hold back this Battle God."

The Beastman said coldly, moving swiftly, "Since he can revive, we won't kill him. Now that the other Heavenly Emperors are also held back, go to another part of the battlefield and kill the other restrained Heavenly Emperors—those who cannot revive."

"Yes, let's go kill some lesser-known ancient Heavenly Emperors! They probably aren't remembered by all beings, so if we kill them, they'll truly be dead!" The Vampire Progenitor's eyes turned cold as he joined the battle. "Mortal Emperor, Barbarian Nong—these contemporary Heavenly Emperors are hard to kill... let's go for ancient Heavenly Emperors like Xu Wei and Fenteng. They are old and their vital energy is failing; let them die in this era."

The Blood Emperor's expression was calm. "We've observed for a while. The faith power of their dawn commoners isn't infinite. Each revival costs too much; it requires the immense wish-power of tens of millions of people to revive just once. They can't revive continuously; they need to accumulate wish-power. Right now, they have enough for one or two revivals, which can be exploited, but gradually, the time for revival will grow longer and longer—a month... a year... ten years..."

Bell's expression grew serious; he felt as though he was facing a formidable enemy, watching these three. They possessed combat power equal to his own and had been observing in secret.

"These people are in trouble!"

The other Heavenly Emperors revealed expressions of shock.

That's right!

If they had hidden cards, how could the other side foolishly reveal all of theirs?

Many powerhouses from the primeval world and old monsters of the Cave Heaven realm stood silently in the distant Profound Pass region, not knowing what to say, their faces gradually turning pale.