Infiltrating the Seal
Thirteen thousand four hundred years of spring in Vanity Continent, the weather was the same as usual, with no wind or rain, and dark clouds covering the sun.
This situation has lasted for hundreds of years since the demons occupied the top of the heavenly cloud, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
A wisp of black mist floated down silently, sneaked into the busiest restaurant in the imperial capital through the window, and transformed into a stunning woman in red, leaning on the couch in a casual manner.
Yi Wu arrived just in time. The next moment, the storyteller in the lobby downstairs banged the wake-up stick, and guests from all directions looked at him.
"Thank you all for your support. Without further ado, let's continue from the last chapter." The storyteller was a straightforward man. He got straight to the point after setting the tone.
"Last time, we talked about how the despicable Heavenly Lord deceived the former Saintess in order to seize the Demon Realm's most precious treasure. Today, we will tell you how the Demon Lord led the demons to the heavens to seek revenge, defeated the immortals of Cloud Peak, and imprisoned them in the land of the underworld."
The words he spoke were full of outrageous things, but everyone present was fascinated by it, and they would occasionally applaud and cheer when they heard some exciting parts.
"The Demon Lord is mighty!"
"A mere God of War is no match for the Demon Lord."
"The Demon Lord is invincible!"
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Today, it is the world of the demons, and all mortals are followers of the demons.
Yi Wu lay by the window on the second floor, yawned out of boredom, and tears welled up in her red eyes.
She had seen the same scene countless times, but she only listened to it intermittently and was not as furious as she was at the beginning.
Just as she was beginning to feel sleepy, a pitch-black crow suddenly appeared on the windowsill and spoke in human language, "Saintess, the High Priest wants to see you. Please return at once."
Yi Wu didn't even raise her head, and casually waved her hand to drive the crow away. She sat for a while before getting up and returning to the top of the cloud.
Through the heavy dark clouds, the magnificent palace stood at the top of the clouds. The golden building had been infected by evil spirits for many years and had become completely dark and gloomy.
The high priest was waiting for her at the palace gate.
As Yi Wu approached, the High Priest's old and gloomy eyes swept over her and looked into the distance. "Young Master and I have something to go out for. You guard the Cloud Summit."
"Yeah." Yi Wu didn't ask any more questions and nodded in agreement.
After giving his instructions, the high priest immediately left, leaning on his cane. As the two passed each other, Yi Wu turned to look at his gradually blurring figure.
During the two or three hundred years she had been on the Cloud Peak, the High Priest had to deal with the daily affairs of the Demon Clan and never left easily. Unless, Ji Ming had something unusual.
Could it be a seal...
Thinking of this, Yiwu glanced around calmly, and after making sure that there was no one around, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.
A ball of black mist emerged from her forehead, transformed into a butterfly, and flew towards the high priest. Then it quietly grasped the hem of his black robe, quickly turning into a pattern on the clothes and disappearing.
Afterwards, Yi Wu withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked into the palace gate. She found the tallest locust tree in her palace and climbed up.
With a flick of her wrist, she took out the wine jug, leaned against a tree branch and drank from it in small sips. After a while, she closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.
What was lying there was just a shadow; the real Yiwu had transformed into the black butterfly on the high priest's clothes.
She opened her eyes, but could see nothing but gray clouds. The high priest was rushing somewhere at top speed, his clothes fluttering, nearly leaving Yi Wu behind.
About half an hour later, he met up with another person. The high priest bowed and saluted with great respect, "Young Master."
The young master of the demon clan, Jiufang Mingyuan, is now the most powerful person in the demon clan and is in charge of the demon clan on behalf of the demon master.
Yiwu held her breath, concentrated, and concealed her presence, trying her best to reduce her presence.
Fortunately, Jiufang Mingyuan did not notice that someone was following them for the time being. With a wave of his long sleeves, he appeared in the dark land tens of thousands of miles away with the high priest.
The two stood on the top of a mountain a thousand meters away, overlooking the entire Ji Ming.
A huge red transparent light shield sealed the entire dark land inside. A few rays of sunlight shone through the dark clouds, revealing lush greenery and vitality inside.
"It seems they live quite comfortably." Jiufang Mingyuan said in a mocking tone. He caught a glimpse of the high priest's slightly lonely expression and raised an eyebrow to ask, "Why, are you missing home?"
Knowing that the young master loathed the immortals, and by extension the land of the underworld that sealed them, the high priest quickly lowered his head and restrained his emotions, "I dare not."
Ji Ming should be a dark and gloomy place full of demonic energy and surrounded by dark clouds, but now it is filled with ethereal air and golden light, which the demons will not like.
It's just that I grew up there, so I miss it a little bit.
Their minds were all focused on what was below, and no one noticed something slowly moving up behind the high priest's robe and quietly peeking out from over his shoulder.
A sharp eagle-like gaze suddenly pierced over, and Yi Wu dared not move for a moment.
Jiufang Mingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression dark and unclear beneath the golden mask. "When did the High Priest start liking butterflies?"
"Butterfly?" The high priest looked up at him, confused. "Why do you say that, Young Master?"
Following his gaze, the high priest turned his head to look at his right shoulder. He was about to see something when Jiufang Mingyuan blocked his view with his hand.
"Nothing, I was mistaken." He withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist and put it behind his back. "Let's go, business is more important."
When the matter was brought up, the high priest immediately became serious, "Young Master, you are right. Let's go and reinforce the seal."
After saying that, he took the lead and jumped off the cliff, heading towards the center of the seal array.
On the cliff, Jiufang Mingyuan did not follow immediately.
The butterfly's wings brushed lightly across his fingertips. He raised his hand and opened it, and a black butterfly suddenly appeared in his palm. It was the one he had just grabbed from the high priest's shoulder.
He held the butterfly up to his eyes, but instead of killing it immediately, he praised it in a good mood, saying, "You're quite brave."
A strong pressure came towards her, and Yi Wu didn't dare to move at all. In just a few breaths, her mind was in a state of confusion.
She had gone through countless hardships to climb to the top of the clouds just to find a way to open the seal of the underworld. Now that hope was right in front of her, how could she give up so easily?
But now he has been caught by Jiufang Mingyuan. If he cannot escape successfully and he is discovered by him, he will die on the spot and his efforts will be in vain.
The butterfly flapped its wings, pretending to flee. Jiufang Mingyuan saw through its intention and opened his thin lips, "Don't move."
Then, for some unknown reason, he raised his hands to his shoulders and ordered, "Come up."
The black butterfly hesitated for a moment, then gently climbed onto Jiufang Mingyuan's shoulder, adjusted its direction, and lay down, hiding itself once again as a pattern on his clothes.
The view here is excellent, and we can see everything they do later.
Yi Wu didn't understand why he did this, so she remained tense and didn't dare to be careless.
There was a thousand-foot cliff in front of him. Jiufang Mingyuan jumped down and reached the foot of the mountain in a moment. He walked into a cave hidden behind layers of green leaves with the high priest.
The high priest reached up and fumbled around the cave door, then pressed a mechanism. The stone door rumbled open to both sides, revealing a pitch-black, bottomless cave.
"Please in, young master." He let Jiufang Mingyuan go in first, and only entered after making sure that no one was following him.
The stone door closed behind the two of them, and with a "bang", the lamp in the cave ignited without fire, illuminating the front.
The corridor is narrow and the route is complicated, only wide enough for one person to walk alone, and the smell of damp soil hits you in the face.
Yiwu was fully focused and carefully wrote down the route.
Soon, a faint fishy smell mixed with the scent of blood reached her nose, becoming stronger as she walked forward. It wasn't until Jiufang Mingyuan walked out of the corridor and into a wide, flat area that Yiwu finally understood where the smell came from.
Inside the spacious cave, a massive black dragon was bound by a magic circle. Crimson chains extended from the circle, digging deep into its flesh, trapping it firmly and providing energy for the sealing circle.
For so many years, it struggled continuously, even though its skin was torn, the wounds scabbed and cracked again, and even rotted, it could not break free from the magic circle, and its life and blood were consumed.
Perhaps tired, the black dragon was lying on the ground to rest. Noticing someone coming in, it slowly opened its lantern-sized eyes.
After being locked up in this dark place for hundreds of years, its five senses have long since degenerated, but even so, it can still accurately recognize people.
"It's you."
Without warning, the black dragon suddenly erupted in rage. It struggled violently, roaring and opening its bloody maw, intending to tear the two men to pieces.
The entire cave trembled, and debris fell from the ceiling, nearly hitting Yi Wu. She quickly swam away, hiding at Jiufang Mingyuan's collar.
"Forget it," Jiufang Mingyuan kindly advised, turning his head to avoid a small stone, "Don't ask for trouble."
The black dragon stopped moving, its crimson eyes fixed on him fiercely, and it asked through gritted teeth, "Are you asking for trouble? Have you forgotten who sealed me in here? Who made me become like this?"
It had been peacefully residing in the depths of the North Sea, cultivating for nearly ten thousand years, unconcerned with worldly affairs, solely focused on transforming into a dragon and ascending to heaven. Unexpectedly, it was captured and brought here by that damned Jiufang Jie for no apparent reason.
Every time the Black Dragon tried its best to shake the seal a little, the two damn demons in front of it would rush over to reinforce the seal, preventing it from being freed. It was so hateful.
Jiufang Mingyuan calmly endured its overwhelming hatred and remained unmoved, "It's not me anyway."
Young Master's words were always harsh. Afraid that he might irritate the Black Dragon again, the High Priest raised his hand and pulled out a black wooden box from his bosom and handed it to him, "Young Master, don't bother with it. Quickly reinforce the seal."
The box contains the blood of the Demon Lord Jiufang Jie. Put it into the center of the formation and use magic power to drive the formation to rotate clockwise to strengthen the seal.
Otherwise, the seal can be unlocked.
Jiufang Mingyuan took the box and casually raised his index finger. The lid opened automatically, and a drop of blood that was so red that it was almost black flew above the magic circle.
The Demon Lord's heart blood was hanging steadily in the air. Jiufang Mingyuan formed seals with his hands and used magic power to activate the magic circle.
Complex array patterns emerged from beneath the black dragon's massive body. Driven by magic power, it began to spin and transform, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire cave.
"Jiufang Mingyuan!" He shook his body desperately, trying to break the seal, but to no avail.
As the formation became stronger, the chains bound around the black dragon's body gradually became brighter and shorter, becoming unbreakable.
The giant dragon, which had just been struggling and roaring in anger, was now forced to lie prone on the ground, unable to move. Blood flowed from the corners of its mouth and body, and it was instantly sucked into the mud.
Suddenly, it stopped resisting, raised its nose and sniffed carefully twice, and smelled a strange smell.
It was not Jiufang Mingyuan, nor the gloomy old man next to him. There was a third person who quietly followed them in.
"When I get out of here, I will eat you alive." The black dragon's anger was mixed with a hint of joy, and he clenched his teeth, twisting his body. "I'm really looking forward to that day coming soon."
Anyone who is interested will understand the hidden meaning in these words.
Jiufang Mingyuan took back the blood beads and handed the box back to the high priest. He seemed to casually touch the butterfly pattern on his collar and chuckled nonchalantly, "Really? I'm looking forward to it too."
After saying this, he did not linger any longer and turned around to leave the cave.
The high priest carefully put away the black wooden box and left with Jiufang Mingyuan. Silence returned to the cave. The black dragon's hateful gaze fixed on the two men, as if it were a physical object.
The warmth left by Jiufang Mingyuan on her body quickly dissipated, but Yiwu's heart felt like it was burning with fire.
Was Jiufang Mingyuan hinting at her to open the seal, or threatening and warning her?
Forget it, let’s not talk about this matter for now. The most important thing now is how to escape from Jiufang Mingyuan.
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