Chapter 2523: Chapter 2521: Divine’s Might Chases Stars

“Who knows, perhaps the struggle above the Saint’s realm is even more intense. Even a temporary alliance would likely only come about if interests aligned. If it weren’t for this, how could the Hominini have failed in their attempt against the Path of Heaven back then?”

Immortal Emperor Yao sneered.

After hearing what Immortal Emperor Yao said, everyone fell silent.

Originally thinking this war was a matter of life and death for the Hominini, Immortal Emperor Yao seemed to suggest otherwise.

It seemed like a struggle of interest distribution, and their mortal combat might just be fish floundering in a tank in the eyes of the Saints.

“Hahaha, since I’ve regained a fragment of my soul, I ought to stir things up a bit. Listen up, you young ones. If you wish to be those outside the fish tank in the future, you must strive to push yourselves to the utmost. At the very least, you must perceive that layer of shackles and perhaps find an opportunity to break free from the cage and surpass the Saint Realm.”

“However, don’t push too hard. Like you and Daniel Wilson’s full-force attacks this time, some have started to notice you. Once you exceed that level, you might face great calamity.”

Immortal Emperor Yao laughed heartily, and after speaking, he opened the Nine-lives Coffin on his own.

“Boy, bring me a quilt.”

He glared and shouted at Frederick Cohen.

Frederick Cohen shivered and didn’t dare speak back under the pressure of the Immortal Emperor.

He hurried over with a Golden Silkworm Quilt and considerately covered Immortal Emperor Yao with it.

“Ah, the Hominini sure know how to enjoy life. I’ve never had such a comfortable quilt.”

Immortal Emperor Yao lay with his legs crossed inside the quilt, seemingly having recovered some Divine Soul Power, putting him in a good mood.

He hummed a tune as he closed the coffin lid.

He looked as if he were about to go camping, leaving everyone speechless.

“Right, young one, your holy body is the Divine’s Might Chases Stars, which requires constant breakthroughs in life-and-death battles. Here, your gap will only widen.”

Before the coffin lid was fully closed, a light sentence floated out.

Frederick Cohen was taken aback, with a somewhat perplexed expression showing on his face.

Indeed, as Immortal Emperor Yao said, after entering Purgatory, he seemed to rarely face life-and-death battles, and his current strength was progressively distancing from others.

“Divine’s Might Chases Stars, such a holy body name seems unheard of?”

Even Edwin Garner, the dean of Thunder Roar Academy who was familiar with various ancient texts, looked puzzled.

It seemed he had never heard of such a holy body, and Kennedi Evans also wore a look of confusion.

“There might be another possibility. This could be a holy body left behind from the Divine’s Might Chases Stars era. Immortal Emperor Yao is unlikely to deceive us. If it’s a holy body unknown to me, it might have been left behind from that era.”

Kennedi Evans pondered for a moment, feeling this was the only possibility.

“We Hominini have our own way of recording the eras. The current era is the Age of Desolation, symbolizing the decline of our race. The preceding four Heavenly Path Years belonged to the Hominini Supreme Era. The Nine Immortal Emperors were from that time, and many Skill Techniques, holy bodies, and Bloodlines were severed, leading to today’s decline of the Hominini.”

Ella Jenkins noticed Ethan Smith and the others’ confusion and explained this piece of history to them.

“If truly, Frederick Cohen, your holy body is one left behind from the Ancient Era, it must be triggered between life and death. Immortal Emperor Yao shouldn’t be lying.”

Kennedi Evans stared at Frederick Cohen, seemingly wanting his opinion.

“Then we must trigger this Bloodline. I’ve been stifled by these recent wars, so this time I won’t follow you all. I’ll head straight to the depths of the Azure Rock Forest and have a good contest with those demon races.”

Frederick Cohen laughed heartily, clashing his fists together, looking incredibly determined.

Seeing the burly man with a head full of hemp rope, several of his companions couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat.

“Though the high-ranking demon race members have suffered severe injuries, you can’t hope to surpass any of the Four Great Divine Beasts, or the various Demonic Kings or Sacred Beasts. Isn’t going to the Azure Rock Forest, a demon race stronghold, a death wish?”

Ethan Smith retorted, annoyed.

“If you are truly determined, I have a good place to recommend, and I might even bestow some opportunities upon you.”

Kennedi Evans said with a smile.

“Where?!”

Frederick Cohen’s eyes lit up.

“The Forbidden Land of Demon Dragons, a territory occupied by powerful Dragon and Demon clans. It is teeming with various perilous creatures and mysterious treasures but also harbors cultivation resources and opportunities. Our ancestors fought there and marked some places of opportunity, but due to significant changes later in the clan, it has been gradually forgotten.”

Kennedi Evans continued solemnly:

“However, I remind you, there seems to be a secret inheritance where the Dragon and Demon clans gain their strength. Hence, the two clans perpetually kill each other there. The Demon Dragon clan living beings there are ferocious. If you act lightly like you do here, you might not survive a day.”

“Rest assured, Sister Kennedi. Whether the situation is serious or not, I understand it. When I get there, I won’t provoke any living beings I can’t handle, but I’ll ensure the creatures of those two clans pay a price. If I don’t avenge the countless people they killed from my race, what’s the point of becoming stronger?”

A flicker of admiration passed through Kennedi Evans’ eyes, seeing that Frederick Cohen maintained a simple and pure heart.

“As long as you are clear-headed. If it weren’t for the high-ranking demon race and demon clan being injured, I wouldn’t let you go even now. Although there are dangers, it is also a good chance for improvement. The demon clans generally won’t act without provocation unless you antagonize them.”

Kennedi Evans further instructed Frederick Cohen with some details and then handed him an old piece of sheepskin paper.

It was a map once drawn by the Jones Clan’s ancestors when they ventured into the Forbidden Land of Demon Dragons, though it’s an extremely ancient map.

However, some inheritances, Mystic Realms, and Ancient Era Dharma Treasures that have not emerged for a long time could likely be discovered, and this information is extraordinarily valuable.

If auctioned, it would fetch an astronomical price.

“Thanks! Sister Kennedi!”

Frederick Cohen expressed gratitude, showing great respect for Kennedi Evans.

Not just because of the Jones Clan’s history, but also due to her wholehearted dedication to the Human Guarding Alliance, without personal bias.

Even in the distribution of spiritual stones to the Jones Family members, she treated all without favoritism.

“You punk, work hard. When the next phase of the Great War starts, I should see a different you. If you dare die inside, I’ll dig up your corpse to feed the dogs.”

Kennedi Evans said viciously.

“Sure, as you command!”

Frederick Cohen laughed.

“Frederick, wait a few more days before you set off. In these days, the Pavilion Master and I will refine some spiritual herbs for the Human Guarding Alliance, and then you can head out.”

Ethan Smith handed over more than seventy bottles of Sacred Spirit Pills to Frederick Cohen.