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Published: August 10, 2026
Chapter 1043: Ten Years in the Mortal World
The "Skyline Project" currently existed only in Liu Yu's mind, and without even thinking about it, one could tell how difficult it would be to truly put into practice.
The first obstacle was the three major divine transformation factions. Next were the various nascent soul sects, as well as the affiliated members of the Qingyun Society.
Such a mad plan would even meet open and covert opposition from the small families attached to Yuan Yang Sect, including their own people.
After all, doing so was tantamount to exterminating the inheritance of the vast majority of immortal sects and families.
It could be said that this was making an enemy of the entire cultivation world. To say that the whole world would be hostile was no exaggeration at all, so there was still a very long road ahead.
Not only that, but the current system of branch mansions also had to be thoroughly and drastically reformed!
Looking back over the million-year history of the cultivation world, the only one who had ever achieved centralized rule was the ancient heavenly court.
Even if such ambition were to be implemented, even immortal dynasties like Great Tang, Great Liang, and Great Qian would find it difficult to manage.
Back to the point.
Liu Yu was naturally suspicious.
As for when he would attempt divine transformation, and where he would go into seclusion, he told no one—not even his death warriors knew.
Without anyone noticing, he quietly returned to his cave dwelling to cultivate alone, beginning the most important closed-door cultivation of his life so far.
Demonic beasts roared, fearless of death, charging forward wave after wave.
Magical artifacts thundered, unleashing their final might.
The fighting at the front line was intense, and under the stewardship of the "nine elders," cultivators from all levels could barely unite, working together to fight the demon race in bloody battle.
But the gap in overall strength would not change just because of anyone's will.
Even though the Tian Nan cultivation world was united from top to bottom, year after year the demon race still firmly held the upper hand, seizing cities and territories.
The demon race's invasion was fierce, and casualties among the front-line cultivators were severe.
In the reports submitted to the higher-ups, phrases like "barely escaped with my life" and "fled alone on horseback" appeared more and more often.
In the fierce battles amid the flames of war, more than thirty thousand cultivators from the first batch sent to the front lines by the dozens of nascent soul forces of the Qingyun Society were also withering away like autumn leaves.
Those casualty reports made even the nascent soul old monsters, whose hearts were as steady as stone, tremble slightly when they saw them.
To low-level cultivators, the lofty and untouchable yuan ying true monarchs were also falling one by one like stars from the sky.
A sense of sorrow spread from every corner of the cultivation world, and countless cultivators began to feel weary of war.
But the war between humans and demons was a struggle between two races over living space, something that absolutely could not be backed down from.
Very quickly, the various immortal sects and families all exerted their strength, sending batch after batch of cultivators from the rear to the front lines.
The first batch, the second batch, the third batch...
Perhaps the demon race had resolved to annihilate the Tian Nan cultivation world in a short time. Even with countless cultivators charging forward without hesitation, they still could not reverse even the slightest decline.
From beginning to end, the Human Race had been at a disadvantage, and as time went on, the situation only worsened.
While Liu Yu was in seclusion, time seemed to speed up.
Before he knew it, fifty years had slipped through his fingers.
Sunset Plain.
This place had no natural defenses and was a vast flat plain.
However, behind it lay a natural canyon, where a defensive line could be established using the terrain of the mountains and rivers.