Accident

The Demon Realm, deep within the Demon Abyss.

Crimson moonlight pierced through the jagged rocks, casting dappled, ghostly shadows in the dark cage.

Led by the Envoy of the Smoke Domain and Qi Sha, the bewitched demons fell silent, their eyes a mixture of fanaticism and fear, yet suppressed by greed. Above the array's core, the dark purple demonic crystal silently rose and fell, greedily devouring the blood moon's radiance.

Night Asura arrived as promised. In the crimson light, his figure shrouded in black gauze appeared even more eerie. He was expressionless as he raised the jade cup high. Crimson blood beads slowly rolled, and the pure and powerful demonic energy instantly drew everyone's attention.

However, he did not immediately hand her over to the Envoy of Shenyan Domain. Instead, he swept his deep gaze over the crowd and said in a low voice, "Where is my sister?"

Qi Sha coughed lightly, and a woman with black hair and snow-white skin stepped out from the crowd. She wore a pure white gauze dress identical to Ye Xiuluo's, except that she had a few exquisite gold ornaments on her forehead and wrists. The woman looked listless and extremely tired, but when she raised her eyes slightly, one could be amazed by her celestial beauty. Her features were almost identical to Ye Xiuluo's, only with a touch of feminine gentleness.

Upon seeing Ye Xiuluo, the woman's eyes suddenly reddened. She threw herself into her brother's arms, sobbing softly without uttering a word.

"...It's alright now, Guanyin. Tonight, we can both regain our freedom." Ye Xiuluo gently patted her, finally handing over the jade cup, and escorted his sister to the side of the formation, reminiscing about the beautiful times before they were abducted. This scene of deep brotherly and sisterly affection brought tears to the eyes of many demons present.

"Welcome!" the envoy from the Smoke Domain cried out hoarsely, pouring the demonic blood from his cup onto the demonic crystal. "The Demon God has returned!"

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, the demonic crystal burst forth with blinding light. In an instant, the entire demonic array was fully activated, and countless obscure runes emerged, expanding outward from the array's core. In less than a moment, they occupied the entire secret realm, frantically draining the bloodline power of all the demons present. Screams and groans rose and fell. Those with weaker cultivation had their remains drained within a few breaths, turning to ashes and scattering into the deepest part of the secret realm, becoming nourishment for the demon gods. The immense energy, enough to flatten the demon realm, intertwined and merged into a dark red pillar of blood, which crashed into the deepest part of the secret realm—the abyss sealing the demon god Yunhua.

Holding the Jade Guanyin, Ye Xiuluo silently retreated to the edge of the shadows. The "brother and sister" huddled together, coldly watching this incredibly insane sacrifice, which came at the cost of betraying the demon race itself. Their mission was complete; now, all that remained was for the Venerable One to close the net.

"Money is so hard to earn." Jade Guanyin tugged at the gauze covering her body. "Never mind, this dress suits me quite well."

"...I'll give you this outfit too." Ye Xiuluo's fingertips twitched slightly as he changed back into his original simple librarian clothes—he felt more comfortable this way.

"Tch, all yours are broken. I don't want them."

Night Asura remained noncommittal, merely squinting as he surveyed his surroundings, mentally matching people with their corresponding positions. The former librarian, one of the Seven Fiends, the deputy general of the Demon Abyss Secret Realm… The more he looked, the more solemn Night Asura's expression grew.

There was no pharmacist.

Jade Guanyin also did not sense any aura from the Medicine Platform.

“Strange…” Jade Guanyin rested her chin on her hand, utterly perplexed. “If there were no inside help from someone in the Imperial Pharmacy, how could the water source in the herb garden be contaminated by the Corrosive Spirit Herb…”

On the other side, Qi Sha stared at the pillar of blood piercing into the abyss, a maniacal joy on his face: "It's done...it's done!"

However, this joy did not last long.

The scene they had envisioned—the awakening of the demon god and the destruction of the world—did not occur. The demonic blood poured into the abyss vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, only stirring up an increasingly dense blood mist before utterly disappearing. The seal remained, the deathly silence remained.

"What's going on?" The ecstatic joy on Shenyan Domain's face vanished, replaced by astonishment and doubt. "Demon Lord... why can't Mo Yiheng's blood summon the Demon God?!"

The words had barely left his lips when the last drop of "Demon Lord's Blood" fell, causing the entire Demon Abyss Secret Realm to tremble violently. A surge of raging demonic energy erupted from the ground, its target not the Demon Palace, but the kneeling rebel army!

The time is ripe.

Night Asura and Jade Guanyin struck the ground with their palms, and hundreds of array flags that had been buried beforehand emerged from the shadows, instantly forming a new and more profound golden array that enveloped the entire secret realm.

"seal up!"

Night Demon roared, and the array shone with golden light. Endless chains of runes appeared out of thin air, binding the traitors tightly and slowly dragging them to the bottom of the abyss.

Almost simultaneously with his movement, the "sleeping" Demon Lord appeared like a ghost at the edge of the forbidden array.

"Because that was not my heart's blood."

Mo Yiheng slowly emerged from the shadows, his black robes fluttering even without wind. The Soul-Suppressing Golden Lotus and the real Demon Crystal slowly rotated in his palm, the gentle golden light purifying everything blending perfectly with the chilling killing intent surrounding him, making him appear both immortal and demonic.

"Mo Yiheng! You...you!"

Seeing the unusual formation, the magic crystal in Mo Yiheng's hand, and the leisurely Ye Xiuluo siblings beside the formation, Shen Yan and the others immediately realized that they had already fallen into a trap and were now to sacrifice themselves to the demon god to satisfy his lust for killing.

"What about me?" Mo Yiheng chuckled. "Wasn't it you who were plotting to offer up the 'Demon Lord's Blood' to awaken our Grandmaster? Now that I've come in person, isn't this sincerity far greater than a few drops of blood?"

Before he finished speaking, the golden lotus in his palm shone brightly. The golden torrent, just like the later formation, was not used to punish the traitor, but instead shot straight towards the core of the forbidden formation, which had absorbed a large amount of mixed demonic energy and was therefore extremely unstable!

"Mo Yiheng! How dare you—!" Qi Sha cried out in terror, trying to break free of his restraints to stop him, but it was too late.

The pure power of the golden lotus clashed violently with the chaotic magic array!

Boom!!!

Within the secret realm, a deafening explosion resounded. Not only the Demon Abyss, but the entire Demon Realm trembled. This wasn't due to the Demon God being awakened by the Demon Lord's blood, but rather the complete shattering of the already fragile balance, causing both demonic arrays to simultaneously explode out of control!

A violent surge of energy swept across everything, and Chenyan, Qisha, and the others were thrown back, coughing up blood, and crashing heavily onto the chain-linked stone wall.

But to everyone's surprise, at the core of the explosion—the deepest part of the abyss, the shackles forged from millennia-old cold iron—groaned under the weight of the pressure, and the heartbeat that had been silent for countless years sounded again.

"Thump!"

"Thump!!"

"Thump!!!"

Each heartbeat was heavier and clearer than the last, like the heavy hammer of an alarm bell striking the soul of every survivor!

That ancient, violent will, filled with endless resentment and an aura of destruction, slowly opened its eyes like a slumbering, ancient beast.

The demon god Yunhua was unexpectedly disturbed from his slumber by the chaotic explosion and shockwave. He was not awakened by a ritual, but returned prematurely in an extremely violent and unstable manner.

Mo Yiheng's expression changed drastically—his original intention was merely to destroy the demonic array and cleanse his own sect, and he had never imagined it would end like this. He clearly felt that the surging demonic energy within him was now shrinking back because of the presence beneath the abyss.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!" The Envoy of the Smoke Domain, his limbs crippled and coughing up blood, laughed maniacally. "He's awake! He's finally awake! Mo Yiheng, you've awakened him with your own hands after all! You're finished! We're all going to hell together!!!"

The Soul-Suppressing Golden Lotus hung atop the abyss, casting rays of golden light to protect its master. Mo Yiheng's gaze was icy, his demonic energy swelling uneasily as he warily anticipated whatever might emerge from the depths.

The raging demonic energy, wrapped in shattered immortal essence, surged forth like a tsunami! The rebel envoys of the Smoke Domain were the first to be hit, and before they could even utter their last words, they were crushed into dust by the torrent, their souls and spirits annihilated!

The overwhelming demonic energy formed a barrier in front of them, and Mo Yiheng led the Ye Xiuluo siblings to retreat, but they were still shaken by the tumultuous impact, causing their blood and qi to surge.

As the smoke and demonic energy slowly dissipated, a figure emerged from the bottom of the abyss, step by step ascending into the void.

His tattered robes still faintly revealed their original white base. His long, ink-black hair hung loosely down his back, his face handsome yet devoid of color. His eyelids fluttered a few times, then he calmly opened his eyes—eyes devoid of pupils, only a chaotic void, endlessly tearing and piecing itself back together. It was filled with boundless pain, confusion, brutality, and the purest, deepest hatred for demons!

The ancient demon god, Yunhua, descends upon the world once more on this night of the blood moon.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the three remaining living beings present—especially Mo Yiheng, whose demonic energy was the purest and most powerful.

"Demons...corruption...ball..."

A hoarse, broken syllable was squeezed out of his throat, revealing his murderous intent.

Without any warning, Yunhua raised his hand and pointed—

The gray-white pillar of light, condensed to its ultimate form and mixed with the sacred power of immortals and the filth of demonic energy, instantly tore through space and pierced straight at Mo Yiheng's brow! Its speed and power far surpassed any spell Mo Yiheng knew!

This light is unavoidable.

Mo Yiheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly unleashed the Soul-Suppressing Golden Lotus to desperately resist the terrifying power. He knew that if he couldn't withstand this attack, his only fate would be to be shattered to pieces.

At this critical moment—

"Master! Show mercy!"

A clear yet anxious voice, accompanied by a gentle yet resilient golden light, suddenly appeared between Mo Yiheng and Yun Hua, blocking the devastating attack for the Demon Lord!

Yunhua was startled, her eyes blankly staring at the thin, frail figure. Her lips trembled, and she called out very softly but uncertainly, "Qiu... Qiu...?"

This gave Yun Shu an opportunity. He instantly appeared in front of Yun Hua, a golden pill gleaming from his fingertip, which rolled into the demon god's throat with a "plop." The pill, the size of a longan, quickly melted, turning into countless soft points of light, flowing like the gentlest spring stream into Yun Hua's blood, which had suffered for over ten thousand years, soaking into Yun Hua's parched heart, attempting to soothe his raging and chaotic soul.

At the same time, Yun Shu hugged her long-lost master tightly, suppressing the taste of blood in her throat, and gently persuaded, "Master, Master... it's Qiuqiu who's late, please calm down, okay?"

Sensing the familiar scent of herbs emanating from his youngest disciple, Yunhua regained a moment of clarity, almost raising his hand to completely envelop the trembling Yunshu in his protection. However, Yunshu's demonic power was nearly exhausted from his journey, and his violent coughing and pain rendered him unable to conceal the abnormality within his body. As soon as Yunhua lowered his head, he smelled the sinister and stubborn aura of demonic poison emanating from Yunshu's body.

“Chaotic, painful… disgusting demonic energy…” Yunhua muttered to himself, pressing close to Yunshu’s throat like a wolf, sniffing carefully, “You… were bullied? By that little beast of the demon race, the Demon Lord?”

...Oh no! Yun Shu hurriedly tried to calm herself down and cover it up, but in her haste, she couldn't find the right way. Instead, the blood in her chest surged even more, spilling uncontrollably from the corner of her lips, wetting Yun Hua's tattered clothes, and slowly sliding down from Yun Hua's palm.

"You... are injured... your life force is almost depleted, even worse than mine... that demon has your scent on him... did he steal it? He corrupted your scent, and the poison here has also corrupted your life... Xiaohe... also has this disgusting smell... the smell of demons..."

The chaotic power of immortals and demons, which had just subsided, became extremely violent once again.

"Demons... demons! They are all born filthy, treacherous and cunning! If I had known you would suffer this after I left... I shouldn't have stepped into Little Crane's seal! I shouldn't have left only the two of you to suffer!"

Yunhua pushed aside his weakened disciple, gathered immortal and demonic power in his hand, and pointed it directly at Mo Yiheng and the others who had not yet escaped the battlefield!

"Qiuqiu, don't be afraid, don't worry... Your master will... exterminate all the demons and monsters in the world... and bury this demon realm with your master! Then you and Xiaohe... will have no more worries!"

The awakened clarity was fleeting, and boundless pain and hatred once again engulfed Yunhua.

Realizing her master intended to perish together with all the demons in the world by exploding her body, Yun Shu had no time to think. She transformed into her original form and stood in front of him. The enormous, beautiful, elegant, and pure nine-tailed celestial fox, as large as a snow mountain, let out a sharp cry and tackled the enraged demon god to the ground without hesitation. Yun Shu used her own flesh and blood to withstand that world-destroying attack!

Mo Yiheng's pupils contracted sharply. He shook off Ye Xiuluo and Yu Guanyin and tried to turn back, but it was too late.

"Master!"

"Waaaaah—!"

After the painful wailing, the fox spirit's body slid softly to the ground like melting snow, with a deep wound on its chest and abdomen, and even the bright red, weakly rising and falling heart could be vaguely seen.

"Fox Deity!"

"Uncle-Master!"

Jinzhu and the Second Elder, who arrived late, witnessed this scene. They didn't care that Yunhua was right in front of them and rushed over anxiously. They carefully lifted the drooping fox head and checked if it was still breathing.

Confirming that the fox was still alive, the Second Elder silently took out a medicine bag half the height of a person and poured hundreds of kinds of pills into the fox's mouth to keep it alive. He then took out needles and thread sterilized by heavenly fire and began to sew the fox. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether his hands were covered in more blood or that he was sweating more cold sweat.

Fortunately, Yunhua stopped in time; otherwise, Yunshu would have already ascended to paradise.

In this situation, even the demon god was stunned, and all his anger vanished. He reached out blankly, wanting to touch the lifeless white fox, but before his fingertips could touch the fox's fur, he was stabbed in the back by something as timid as an ant—though it didn't even tear his clothes.

"You, you're not allowed to touch him!" Under the pressure of the demon god, Jinzhu was too scared to stand up, but she still bravely raised the longsword she had only practiced for two months and poked at the "bad guy" she had never met before, tears streaming down her face.

Having confirmed the disciple's robes, Yun Hua paid no further attention. He simply flicked his sleeve, sending Mo Yiheng, who was trying to approach Yun Shu, flying away, his pupil-less eyes issuing a final warning.

"Get out of my way, you monster." Yunhua made no attempt to hide the disgust in her voice. "I don't have time to deal with you."

Then, he bent down, ignoring the Second Elder and Jinzhu, shrunk the tattered Yunshu into the shape of a young fox, gently picked it up and placed it in his arms, turned around and leaped into the deepest part of the Demon Abyss.