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Within the portal, Lina found herself immersed in an empty expanse—a vast, dark void stretching endlessly in all directions. Feeling weightless and overwhelmed, she experienced both awe and fear as she searched for something, anything, but found nothing.

Floating in the darkness, Lina's consciousness began slipping away. She vaguely recalled the feeling of freedom before everything faded to black. Her life had taken an unexpected turn, and now she could only wait and see what the future had in store.

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Dongfang Qingcang stood atop a towering hill, wearing menacing battle armor that shimmered with a dark iridescent sheen in the fading light of the sunset. Sinister thoughts consumed his tyrant mind as he thirsted for dominance over his tribe, determined to achieve their complete submission.

Peering down at the opposing army, Qingcang allowed a slight smirk to grace his lips, dismissing the 'fools' who dared question his authority. His piercing brown eyes held an icy intensity, reflecting his entire being, while his deep, intimidating voice resonated like thunder. "I am the Moon Supreme, the bearer of Hellfire. As the mightiest in the three realms, I am unbeatable. You shall never stand a chance against me," he declared, his words cutting through the air.

The dark aura surrounding Qingcang grew as he spoke, casting ominous veils of black mist in every direction, shrouding everything it touched. In an instant, he teleported to the forefront of the army and summoned his ebony his sword, a weapon forged from Hellfire and adorned with blue flames. He wielded it as he observed the soldiers before him.

The enemy army, ten thousand strong, stood poised on the horizon, their weapons glinting. Despite the size of the military, Qingcang remained unyielding and determined to demonstrate the true meaning of power.

The Western King scoffed, his voice firm as he warned, "Do not underestimate us, Dongfang Qingcang."

Acknowledging the king's words, Qingcang turned his attention to the forefront of the enemy army, speaking with a hint of respect, "I commend you for showing up. By now, you should all be aware of my indestructible primordial spirit and immortality. Yet, here you stand, ready to face your demise."

In response, the Western King shouted back with defiance and pride, "Then, Dongfang Qingcang, we shall die with honor! We shall never serve a mere boy."

Qingcang scoffed at the king's foolishness. "You were not so arrogant this morning when I humiliated you," he retorted, his cold eyes filled with contempt.

Unperturbed, the Western King replied, a smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, but you see... We have a little surprise for you." He beckoned the man standing behind him on the right.

The general of the enemy army stepped forward, his eyes turning black as his body contorted and grew in size. Meanwhile, Qingcang remained unimpressed, his icy gaze fixed on the general's transformation into a massive, blood-red dragon.

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In the heart of Ninth You in Cangyan Sea, the sprawling metropolis, rumors spread about the enigmatic Moon Supreme Lord, Dongfang Qingcang. Within the bustling streets, locals engaged in conversations filled with doubt, awe, and speculation.

"Taking on an entire army? Is he crazy?" exclaimed a merchant, eyes widened. "I mean, who in their right mind would do something like that?"

At a street-side restaurant, a group of friends sipped their tea and engaged in conversations, their voices brimming with admiration. "Think about it, guys. It's incredible. He's standing against an entire army! That takes some serious guts. Maybe he really is that strong," argued one of them, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Maybe he's more than just a leader. Perhaps he's our hope."

As the rumors continued circulating, ordinary citizens were caught in a whirlpool of emotions and thoughts. In bustling markets, a group of townsfolk shared their opinions, their voices overlapping with passion.

As the news reached every corner of the city, the wealthy and influential gathered in opulent halls, discussing with curiosity and ambition. "If Dongfang Qingcang is truly immortal," mused a nobleman, thoughtfully stroking his chin, "imagine the power he holds. Immortality would be the ultimate advantage. If we can uncover the secrets of his immortality, we could secure our positions of authority. The possibilities are endless."

In the shadows of Cangyan Sea, whispers of conflict and resistance grew stronger. A group of rebels, their faces concealed, gathered confidentially, their voices urgent and determined. "We can't allow an immortal ruler to control us," asserted one of the rebels. "We must stand against this tyranny."

The air crackled with excitement and uncertainty as tales of the Moon Supreme Lord's true strength and immortality spread through Cangyan Sea. And at the heart of it all, Dongfang Qingcang's legend grew, forever intertwined with the fabric of the Moon Tribe.

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The dragon unleashed a deafening roar, but the Moon Supreme remained unfazed. Standing tall, he brandished his Hellfire sword, never taking his eyes off the formidable foe. The horde led by the mighty Western King and their dragon general countered Qingcang's charge with a fierce attack. Energy blasts tore through the air, and the ground trembled under the impact of the raging battle.

Surrounded by enemies, Qingcang stayed composed and focused, his mind sharp as he analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents. 'So, they wish to play? I'll grant their wish,' he thought, a sly grin spreading across his face. Determined to toy with the army and its general, he engaged them with fierceness, swiftly cutting down his foes on all sides with his blue-flamed sword. With the grace and precision of a predator, he struck decisively, exploiting every opening.

As the Western King witnessed his soldiers falling one by one, a sense of panic engulfed him. 'He's too powerful,' he thought, desperation taking hold of his mind.

The battle raged on, time stretching as mere minutes felt like hours. The army fought bravely, but they were no match for Qingcang, who continued to toy with them. Swift and elusive, he appeared omnipresent, a blur in motion, always staying one step ahead of his enemies. His movements exuded a lethal elegance as he effortlessly sliced through the enemy ranks, his sword striking with blinding speed and appearing simultaneously in multiple places.

The Western King pondered desperately, 'If I don't devise a plan soon, we are doomed.'

Pressing forward, the army advanced with weapons raised. Qingcang sneered, feeling a surge of power within him. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed a colossal wave of energy that obliterated the forefront of the army, reducing them to dust. The surviving soldiers were sent flying in all directions, their bodies battered and broken. His heart had no mercy as he unleashed devastating energy blasts, each more destructive than the last, filling the air with the anguished cries of the fallen.

Confronting the King of the West and the dragon general, Qingcang positioned himself before them, exuding an air of superiority. "My power transcends your comprehension. I shall crush you and your pitiful army," he taunted, his voice filled with contempt. Standing tall, he raised his arms to a ninety-degree angle, summoning a raging inferno of blue energy from within. His eyes blazed with a vibrant blue hue as he prepared to unleash his wrath on the soldiers. "All of you shall perish," he declared. With a mere flick of his finger, he effortlessly deflected the explosions, redirecting them back toward the soldiers.

The center of Qingcang's palms blazed with the intensity of blue flames as he prepared his most devastating attack, Hellfire. With a ferocious roar, he unleashed the attack upon the army. Terror-stricken screams filled the air as the blue flames consumed them, their bodies disintegrating within moments. The Red Dragon General of the West was engulfed in a vortex of the raging inferno, reducing the surrounding soldiers to ashes where they stood. The colossal dragon let out an agonized roar as the flames devoured him, instantly turning into dust.

"This is the consequence of defying the unity of the Moon Tribe, King of the West," Qingcang stated in a monotone voice, without a trace of remorse.

Fear and regret flooded the King of the West as beads of sweat formed on his brow. Holding his breath, he found himself at the mercy of the all-powerful Moon Supreme, and his gaze lowered in agony from the mere impact of Qingcang's attacks. He now stood helpless, realizing the dire consequences of defying such an omnipotent force.

Qingcang sneered at the Western King before abruptly thrusting his sword into the traitor's body, leaving him to meet his demise.

Defeated and shattered, the King of the West coughed up droplets of blood as he knelt before the Moon Supreme, the person he had once dismissed as a mere boy. Wracked with pain, his body trembled as he attempted to rise, only to falter and collapse face-first onto the ground.

Terror contorted the faces of the soldiers as they witnessed their leader's downfall. Those who remained scrambled desperately to escape Dongfang Qingcang, scattering in all directions.

Qingcang's eyes shimmered with otherworldly energy as he ascended into the sky, a dark aura swirling around him like a cloak of shadows. 'These fools should've surrendered when they had the chance,' he thought, unleashing a relentless barrage of black energy blasts that streaked across the sky, obliterating everything in their path. The soldiers stood no chance against his unimaginable power, falling before him like wheat before a scythe. Their anguished screams filled the air as terror and agony prevailed.

With a triumphant cry, Qingcang unleashed his ultimate technique, a massive Hellfire wave of blue flames, engulfing the remaining soldiers at the forefront and incinerating them. The battlefield's sounds fell into the fading crackle of energy blasts and the distant cries of the wounded.

While ascending higher into the sky, Qingcang's power surged with each passing moment. With a commanding gesture, he summoned a colossal cloud above the battlefield. Casting a cold and indifferent gaze upon the soldiers below, he raised his arms to the sky, beckoning a fierce storm that sent lightning bolts crashing down on the fleeing troops.

"Retreat! Retreat!" echoed the panicked shouts among the surviving soldiers.

Those who managed to evade the initial onslaught of energy blasts were assailed by an unrelenting barrage of lightning bolts from Qingcang's overwhelming power. Their bodies convulsed under the electric currents, and their lives were extinguished instantly. "You cannot escape nor hope to defeat me," he snarled, his eyes ablaze with ominous energy. "I am invincible." He continued to summon lightning bolts with precision and deadly accuracy as the battle raged on. The sky crackled with electrifying energy, and the air carried the scent of smoke.

Descending from the sky, the lightning surrounding Qingcang's form gradually faded. The battlefield became a wasteland of smoldering ruins. Standing triumphant and unscathed, his power unmatched by any who dared challenge him, he was an invincible force. The battle had been nothing short of one-sided, as he effortlessly obliterated an entire army with his formidable attacks.

Dongfang Qingcang let out a soft, disdainful "Hmph" as he observed the devastation he had caused. A sense of boredom overcame him, and he realized that this was merely the beginning of his reign.

This was the first half of the chapter. Read the next episode for the rest!