Fallen Demon

"Is it the Saint?"

"No wonder, no wonder she is willing to help humans even though she is in the demon clan."

"I used to hear some people talking about the Saint with such respect that I dismissed them. I never thought I would receive her kindness today."

"But why does she help humans?"

"You don't know, she originally..."

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All the cultivators who yearn for the righteous path reacted in this way, not to mention the ordinary people, who had long remembered Yi Wu as their reborn parent.

After the disaster, everyone picked themselves up, buried the dead, repaired damaged houses, and resumed normal life.

The monks placed talismans and formations throughout the city, which would serve as an alarm if any demons appeared again, and all the major sects would rush to the rescue.

Yi Wu had no intention of caring about what happened in Jieyang City. What she cared about was that the number of demons she had killed in the entire city was less than thirty, far from dozens. Where did the other demons go?

With Jieyang City as the center, Yiwu swept through the nearby towns and cities, large and small, and killed all the remaining demons. It took half a month.

Later, with nothing to do, she continued to wander around the human world, occasionally going to a teahouse to listen to stories, occasionally drinking on the mountaintops, or killing a few things she disliked. Half a month passed in a flash.

Unfortunately, no matter what method he used to distract himself, as long as he closed his eyes, the black wooden box containing the Demon Lord's heart blood would appear in his mind and could not be shaken off. It was the key to opening the Ji Ming Seal.

Yi Wu was always thinking about how to steal it without anyone noticing.

Another half month passed, and it was already the height of summer. Still nothing happened on the cloud tops; everything was as still as water, oppressive.

Finally, Yiwu heard some unusual noises from Jinchan.

She was drinking in the restaurant when a noisy sound came from the golden cicada. Someone hurried into the Nether Palace and shouted anxiously, "High Priest, it's bad! There's a fire! There's a fire!"

"Just put out the fire. Why are you yelling?" The high priest said, unconcerned, "It's nothing precious. Let it burn."

The voice was still anxious, pointing in a certain direction, "Don't burn it, High Priest! The Demon Lord is still inside!"

"What? The forbidden area is on fire? Who did it!" The high priest changed his indifferent look, hurried out of the Netherworld Palace and headed towards the highest point of the Cloud Peak.

There was a palace enclosed there, where the Demon Lord was in seclusion. You could burn anywhere on Cloud Peak, except that place.

The forbidden area is on fire. This is a huge problem. The high priest cannot return to the Nether Palace for a while.

Hearing this, Yi Wu sat up, glanced at the guests who were listening to the story downstairs, and turned into black mist and disappeared.

The forbidden area caught fire, and all the demons from the Cloud Peak rushed to put out the fire. Yi Wu easily bypassed the guards and sneaked into the Nether Palace.

The Netherworld Palace is not big, but it has five halls, one main hall, four side halls, and a bedroom for the high priest. It would take too much time to search for them one by one.

Yi Wu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils glowed red. At the same time, her left hand released demonic energy, searching for the target with all her might.

There was no trace of it in the main hall or the side hall. She tried to go into the bedroom to look for it, but was blocked by a restriction.

The high priest was indeed thoughtful and had set up special restrictions to prevent anyone from stealing important items.

There was a commotion nearby; it was obvious Qingpu was also fighting a fire in the forbidden area. The flames crackled, punctuated by the sound of voices.

"High Priest, this place has been destroyed."

"High Priest, do you want to go in and take a look?"

"No! No one is allowed in!"

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Judging from the sound sent back by Jin Chan, the fire in the forbidden area is almost under control, and Yi Wu doesn't have much time left.

She clenched her fists and then released them three times. After doing this, she carefully forced a small gap in the restriction and slipped into the high priest's bedroom.

She searched everywhere she could see and everywhere she couldn't see, but the black wooden box was nowhere to be found. Yi Wu was getting anxious, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and looked up. There seemed to be several imperceptible cracks on the thickest beam.

Yi Wu flew up, took out a dagger and carefully cut open the crack. After prying open the wood, she found a black wooden box hidden inside.

Her eyes lit up, and she gently took out the box. When she opened it, she saw the drop of blackish red heart blood, which was exactly the same as the one she had seen before.

Quickly tucking the box into her arms, Yi Wu conjured up an identical black wooden box and placed it back into the groove on the beam. After carefully restoring the beam to its original shape, she quickly left the Nether Palace.

Yi Wu didn't stop for a moment and immediately ran towards Ji Ming.

After finding the cave hidden under the cliff, Yi Wu followed the high priest's actions in her memory, opened the stone door, and followed the narrow path in.

She had an excellent memory and never made a wrong move. She quickly found the spacious cave where the black dragon was sealed and took out the black wooden box.

Hearing the noise, the black dragon opened his eyes and sniffed the familiar smell in the air, as if he had seen an old friend. He said with relief and excitement, "You are finally here."

"I didn't expect you to steal Jiufang Jie's heart blood so quickly," it looked up impatiently, urging Yi Wu, "Why don't you open the seal quickly? What are you waiting for?"

For more than four hundred years, it couldn't wait to leave this damn place.

Ignoring the black dragon's urging, Yi Wu let out a breath, calmed herself down, recalled Jiufang Mingyuan's actions, and opened the black wooden box.

She raised her right hand, trying to use her magic to place the drop of blood into the center of the formation, but it remained motionless. After trying three times, Yi Wu realized she couldn't control it, and her face darkened.

Seeing her staring at the box in a daze, the black dragon became impatient again, "Stop dilly-dallying. What can you do..."

Halfway through the conversation, it seemed to remember something and changed its tone, "You can't control it?"

Although she didn't want to admit it, this was the fact and Yiwu was speechless.

Rumor has it that once someone becomes powerful enough, those who are weaker than him will not be able to use his possessions, let alone something like heart blood which contains the power of the owner.

Unless, you are stronger than him; or, you are related to the master by blood.

"No wonder..." Yi Wu suddenly understood everything, "No wonder he doesn't care at all."

Since the great war between immortals and demons, all things in the Vanity Continent have withered. How could there be someone in this world today who is more powerful than the former Demon Lord Jiufang Jie?

Absolutely not.

As for the person who has a blood relationship with him, it is only Jiufang Mingyuan, so it is naturally impossible for him to unlock the Jiming seal.

No wonder Jiufang Mingyuan dared to bring other people into the cave and even generously spared Yiwu's life. It turned out that he was sure that she could not cause any trouble.

Yi Wu looked down at the hard-earned hope in her hands, feeling extremely unwilling.

Today was so smooth after so many efforts. After three hundred years, she was only one step away from success, the last step.

"You useless thing, you made me so happy for nothing."

The Black Dragon's hopes were dashed just as they were ignited. He refused to accept reality and struggled to devour Yi Wu in one gulp to vent his hatred. "You give people hope and then disappoint them. You're even more despicable than that Jiufang Mingyuan!"

"Shut up."

Yi Wu suddenly raised her head, her eyes red, and clenched her teeth, "It's not your turn to speak."

A small stone fell from the cave ceiling, hitting Yiwu squarely on the forehead. Blood flowed down from her brow, across her nose, and onto her lips, like the devil in hell.

The black dragon was frightened by her aura and became quiet in defiance.

The familiar smell of blood suddenly reminded Yi Wu that she still had a way.

As long as she completely gave up her immortal bones and refined the vast demonic energy accumulated in her body, she might be able to try to control Jiufang Jie's heart blood.

No one knew that the immortal god of war who had fought to the death against the demons and who had fought the devil lord Jiufang Jie to such an extent that the world was dark and gloomy, was Yi Wu's mother.

At that time, Yiwu was still in her mother's womb.

During the battle, the Goddess of War was injured by the demonic energy of the Demon Lord and cursed. To protect the immortal race, she forced the demonic energy and curse into her abdomen, injuring Yiwu's immortal root.

Unfortunately, the immortals were still defeated and were sealed in the place where the demons originally lived.

The Dark Realm is a demonic land, shrouded in demonic miasma and devoid of sun or moon, making it difficult for immortals to survive. It wasn't until Yiwu was born that all the demonic energy surged and poured into her tiny body.

Trapped by her mother, she became a natural-born demon.

The Father God placed a seal inside Yiwu's body to protect her already damaged celestial bone, and repeatedly warned her.

"Yun'er, you must not open the seal no matter what. Remember this."

"If you lose your immortal bone, you will never be able to return."

Tears started flowing out of her eyes and her vision became blurred. Yi Wu blinked and forced herself to suppress them.

I'm sorry, Father God, Guiyun has to break his promise.

After making up her mind, she covered the black wooden box, carefully put it aside, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The seal left by the Father God was extremely strong, and Yi Wu had to use the magic of devouring magic to open it.

She saw her own immortal bones, the white color covered with black cracks. At the first glance, she was overwhelmed by the evil spirit like a tide.

Countless demonic energy enveloped the immortal bone and penetrated into it through the cracks, completely shattering the already damaged immortal bone. Yi Wu spat out a large mouthful of blood.

She didn't dare to delay and held her breath to refine the demonic energy.

The broken immortal bone was completely turned into powder, and it was reshaped into a powerful devil bone with black and red colors. Severe pain filled every inch of flesh and bones in the body.

All the tremendous demonic energy that Yiwu had absorbed since birth was refined, and her lips and nails turned black uncontrollably, while her eyes became unfathomable.

When Yiwu had refined all the demonic energy and achieved great success in her cultivation, the entire cave trembled.

The black dragon witnessed the entire process with its own eyes and was utterly astonished. It seemed as if it felt the same oppression it had felt from Jiufang Jie before, "You..."

Without taking a rest, Yi Wu opened her eyes again, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and stood up with the black wooden box in her hand.

She nervously opened the box again and applied magic power to the blood beads. The heart blood that had been motionless before began to float up and down.

“Success!”

Yi Wu was ecstatic, her eyes gleaming brightly. She carefully guided the blood bead upwards and placed it into the center of the formation.

Just like last time, the blood of the Demon Lord Jiufang Jie's heart was hanging steadily above the formation, and a huge and complex formation pattern lit up under the black dragon. Next, as long as the seals were formed and the formation was activated, the Ji Ming seal could be opened.

The black dragon raised its head, looking up hopefully, then fixed its gaze on the ground below. It didn't dare make a sound, fearing it would disturb Yi Wu.

Yi Wu took a deep breath, imitated Jiufang Mingyuan's movements, formed seals with her hands, and activated the magic circle.