Chapter 0165: The Army Sets Out!

The New Year finally arrived, and magic fireworks exploded in every corner of the Hengyuan Continent, creating a dazzling spectacle. Yet this brilliance was fleeting, just like some people’s lives. In this world, even the strongest in the Holy Lands could not live forever—only gods could. But even after becoming gods, various disasters awaited them; not even the Supreme God could claim immortality. Standing high in the sky, braving the fierce winds, the Yellow Dragon gazed down upon all living beings. Below, the Hengyuan Continent was filled with joy and festivity, while above, it remained eternally silent. Beside the Yellow Dragon stood Bog, Gusta, Nat, and a few others. The intense wind couldn’t reach even a hundred feet around them.
“Bog, what do you think? What is the purpose of a person’s life?” The Yellow Dragon suddenly asked. Bog and the others were taken aback, seemingly unprepared for such a question. What is the purpose of a person’s life? Bog couldn’t answer. Indeed, it was too difficult to answer. For Bog, his childhood dream had always been to reach the Holy Lands, become a powerful being there, and earn the admiration of others—a goal shared by most people in the Hengyuan Continent. But what about reaching the Holy Lands? Or the Divine Lands? The Divine Lands were too distant, too daunting to even consider. So, if not the Divine Lands, what was the purpose of their lives then? To live just to live?
“Young master, I don’t know,” Bog said after thinking. Gusta and the others also shook their heads. At that moment, Gusta’s magical pet, the Fat Lion, spoke up, “My goal in life is simple—to eat all the delicious food in the world.” His bold statement made Gusta’s face turn red. “You fat pig! You only think about eating! You won’t die from eating!” The Fat Lion retorted angrily, “Gustafat, I told you not to call me a fat pig! Otherwise, we’re done!” Gusta cleared his throat and, looking at everyone, smiled sheepishly. “It happens often. It’s normal.” Having been with this fat pig for hundreds of years, they had also argued for centuries. So Gusta had gotten used to it. It was more unusual not to argue.
As everyone laughed, the Sky Blue Python Ox shook its head and rumbled, “I don’t know what my purpose was in life before, but now I do.” Under everyone’s expectant gazes, it snorted, “To follow my master and eat tender grass!” Was this the legendary old ox eating tender grass? After being stunned, everyone burst into laughter. After the chaos, Bog cautiously asked, “Young master, what about you? What is the purpose of your life?” Everyone fell silent, staring at the Yellow Dragon. “Immortality!”

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Huang Long slowly spoke, his body moving as if without wind, exuding a strong sense of confidence.
To attain the ultimate truth and become a Sage of Hunyuan—eternal and indestructible!
By achieving eternity and indestructibility, one can break free from the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth, exist alongside them, and take control of one’s own destiny!
This was Huang Long’s goal in both his past lives and this one.
His past life was now in the past; thus, in this life, he would strive toward this goal.
The path might be difficult, but he would keep going!
Everyone was stunned.
Eternal and indestructible!
They thought Huang Long would speak of becoming a god.
Becoming a god had been the pursuit of countless powerful warriors at the peak of the Holy Land for hundreds of millions of years on the Hunyuan Continent.
But no one expected Huang Long to speak of eternity and indestructibility!
“What about the Light Church? What about the Dragon Clan?!” Huang Long’s aura grew even stronger, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stared ahead, scattering all obstacles in his path.
Feeling Huang Long’s profound confidence, everyone was also influenced, their hearts filled with ambition and passion.
Gale winds howled, and magical fireworks continued to burst with brilliant sparks.
After the brilliance, everything returned to silence.
The New Year had finally passed.
Its end meant the beginning of a new year.
And under the expectant eyes of millions on the Hunyuan Continent, Huang Long’s army, which was attacking the Snowstorm Empire, finally appeared before the world.
Before the New Year, people guessed whether Huang Long would once again lead a group of magical beasts to attack the Snowstorm Empire’s palace, just as he had done before with a group of Holy Land magical beasts.
But all those guesses were wrong.
Outside the southern city gate of King Lu Tong’s capital, rows upon rows of armies clad in gold and silver armor stood there, forming a vast, dark mass in the distance.
Each of these soldiers was three to four meters tall!
Their auras were incredibly powerful, radiating the strength of level 7, 8, 9, or even peak level 9 warriors.
Each carried a two-meter-long sword, its cold light piercing through the air.
Uniform armor, uniform swords, and an overwhelming aura—this was Huang Long’s army!
An army of shadowy ghosts created by Huang Long after subduing them and using his divine powers to transform their flesh.
An army entirely composed of warriors at level 7 or above.
One hundred thousand!
An army of one hundred thousand warriors at level 7 or above gathered together.
Above the southern city gate, faint black magical energy could be sensed. This energy swirled and dispersed, blocking out the sun, tearing through the storms in the sky. The guards at the city gate, hundreds of meters away, were all shocked by what they saw.

This formidable presence even terrified the elite warriors within the royal city of King Lu Tong. The collective might of warriors above level 107 was so immense that even those at the peak of the Holy Land had to retreat. Initially, the allied elite army of the Dragon Clan and the Church numbered 1.2 million, but compared to this army of 100,000 ghost warriors, there was a vast difference in strength. In the imperial army, warriors at levels 3 or 4 could already serve as battalion commanders, leading a thousand men. Those at levels 7 and 8 were considered generals. Yet, how many generals at levels 7 and 8 could an entire empire have? Even if all the generals from hundreds of countries on the Hengyuan Continent were gathered, they would not be able to form an army as powerful as this one of 100,000 ghost warriors. Inside King Lu Tong’s royal city, all the major and minor families watched this army in horror from afar. Was this real? Was it truly an army composed entirely of warriors at level 7 or above? Though they couldn’t believe it, it was indeed the truth before their eyes. Moreover, these ghost warriors stood three to four meters tall, their eyes emitting dark green light, appearing terrifying and eerie. An army of demon gods?! Huang Xiong and the members of the Huang family also stared in disbelief at this army. Earlier, Huang Xiong had thought his son was sending holy beasts and other forces from the Holy Land to attack the Blizzard Empire and the Holy Mountain, but he never expected it to be such a powerful army. Neither he nor Zhao Rong had known about this formidable army before. Yet, he couldn’t identify the race behind this army—was there such a race on the Hengyuan Continent? With heights of three to four meters, even the royal Tiger-Lion clan of the Orc Empire was not this tall. Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong were filled with confusion. In fact, not only them but also the people from the major and minor families of King Lu Tong standing in the distance couldn’t understand. “King of Ghosts!” At that moment, Huang Long’s voice rang out. The King of Ghosts, standing at the front of the army, stepped forward respectfully and said, “Here, my master!” “Advance the army!” “Target: Blizzard Empire!” Huang Long’s sharp voice echoed. “Yes, my master!” The King of Ghosts replied respectfully before turning around and shouting, “Advance on the Blizzard Empire! Kill, kill, kill!” Kill, kill, kill! The 100,000 ghost warriors roared in unison, their fierce killing intent stirring violent winds that swept around, causing those hundreds of feet away to scream and retreat in fear. After roaring, the army of 100,000 ghost warriors stepped forward together. With each step, the ground trembled violently.

On the walls of the Lutong Kingdom in the distance, dust fell as the guards on the walls were even shaken by this sudden tremor, nearly falling off the walls.
For this attack, aside from his army of 100,000 shadow ghosts, Huang Long only brought Tianqing Python Bulls, Bog, Nat, Gusta, and a few others.
Of course, if one included Bog and the other magical pets, there would be eight great sacred realms; adding the massive monsters from the Group of Immortals Pavilion, that would make nine great sacred realms, each with powerful warriors at their peak!
Huang Long did not bring sacred realm magical pets like the Nine-Eyed Demon Tiger or the two Asuras, leaving them behind in the Huang family of the Lutong Kingdom to defend against possible attacks by the dragon clan and the Church.
With sacred realm magical pets like the Nine-Eyed Demon Tiger and the two Asuras, along with defensive formations such as the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends, they were sufficient to withstand attacks from forces below the divine realm.
“What?! An army composed of 100,000 warriors above level seven!”
“Can it be true?! How could Huang Long gather so many warriors above level seven?!”
“Of course it’s true. The families of the Lutong Kingdom saw it with their own eyes—indeed, it’s 100,000 warriors above level seven! What’s stranger is that all of them are three to four meters tall, with black-green glowing eyes!”
“Three to four meters tall?! Even the orcs of the Orc Empire aren’t that tall! What race has black-green glowing eyes? Could it be some undead race from hell?”
“It probably isn’t, because none of the families in the Lutong Kingdom could recognize them.”
When news spread that Huang Long’s army of 100,000 shadow ghosts was marching toward the Blizzard Empire, the Hengyuan Continent was filled with various reactions—amazement, shock, excitement, anticipation, and fear.
It wasn’t long before Lin Er of the Blizzard Empire also heard about it.
Upon learning that Huang Long was leading an army of 100,000 warriors above level seven to attack, he panicked—completely panicked. Clearly, Huang Long intended to advance continuously, capturing the cities of the Blizzard Empire one by one and completely destroying it.
This was completely different from his previous attack on the palace of the Dragon Language Empire.
He had thought Huang Long would attack the palace of the Blizzard Empire in the same way, and since there was an ancestor guarding the palace, he wasn’t afraid.
But Huang Long didn’t do that.
What to do? What to do? Lin Er panicked inwardly. An army of 100,000 warriors above level seven—even if the entire army of the Blizzard Empire were gathered, they wouldn’t be able to stop their advance.

Ask the Ancestors again? But what kind of figure are the Ancestors? Agreeing to take action against the Yellow Dragon is already a “great favor.” Moreover, given their peculiar temper, if even minor soldiers had to be dealt with by them, they might, out of displeasure and feeling useless, twist off one’s head first.