"Martial arts barbarian!"
The blood-soaked figure, its head pierced through the skull, raised its faceless head and let out a mocking laugh at the armored general wielding a spear, seemingly unaffected by anything.
But in the next instant, the pitch-black energy erupted within his body, rampaging through him like an ancient, savage dragon. Its form exploded, and even the twisted throne he sat on shattered along with it. Giant waves surged in the blood river, splashing three thousand feet high.
"It's all in vain, utterly useless!"
Blood surged, blood rivers roared, and ghosts reappeared. The faceless, blood-red figure emerged once more, showing no signs of injury. He uttered unrestrained sarcasm, mocking the protector from the Great Qin.
"So noisy!"
As the two simple words fell, a dragon spear, seemingly capable of crushing the heavens and distorting the light, fell. This divine weapon once again struck the blood shadow on the head, causing it to shatter on the spot.
"What a waste of effort!"
The blood shadow condensed for the third time, seemingly immortal. The blood river beneath its feet, though struck twice and having a large amount of blood evaporated, still surged and showed no sign of drying up.
Amitabha!
Just as the blood-red shadow was gloating and rampant, a Buddhist chant rang out, and a vast Buddhist light filled the heavens and earth. The ghostly spirits struggling in the blood river were immediately enveloped in the Buddhist light, and their faces showed a look of liberation.
The First Cause of All Realms
"Bald monk Jingyun, how dare you disrupt my cultivation!"
Blood River True Monarch, who had not been enraged even after his Blood Shadow Dharma Body was shattered three times in a row, suddenly flew into a rage under the shroud of Buddhist light.
"The Buddha said: If demons do not enter hell, who will? Blood River Benefactor, this humble monk will send you to hell today!"
The Buddha, who stood tall and imposing, was now completely enveloped in the flames of wrath. The golden Buddha fire was clear and bright; those with pure minds felt its radiance and warmth, but demonic cultivators like Blood River True Monarch found it utterly repulsive.
"As long as the river of blood flows, your spirit will never perish! I've long heard of your reputation, you fiend. Now that we've met, it's a good time to test whether my sword can sever your immortality!"
A protector from the Heavenly Sword Path stepped forward, and even the Blood River True Monarch, who considered himself to have special supernatural powers, became somewhat intimidated by the pointing of his immortal sword.
Although his cultivation method is unique and is among the best in the world in terms of survival, he might actually fall if surrounded by so many powerful figures.
Even if he manages to escape, he will be severely weakened. If he returns to the sect and a fellow disciple tries to assassinate him, he won't have enough strength to deal with it.
He might end up dying not at the hands of outsiders, but at the hands of his own fellow disciples—a tragic fate that sent chills down his spine just thinking about it.
Those who cultivate the demonic path must maintain sufficient power at all times and in all places. This is a principle he has understood since he began cultivating. Otherwise, even if he survives, he will end up in a fate worse than death.
"You self-proclaimed orthodox fellows, do you think I, a heretic, am all alone? You have sects, and so do I, the True Lord!"
In a one-on-one fight, Blood River True Monarch was fearless against anyone, but now that three powerful figures were attacking him, he really felt he couldn't handle it. After all, at this level of cultivation, who was much worse than whom? It was just a matter of choosing a different path and having different inclinations in various aspects.
In this situation, if you can't run away, try to call for help. It doesn't matter if the people you call are capable or not. It's good to take someone down with you, so that some of the damage can be shared and the person can suffer less.
"Do you want to call for your fellow disciples? Demon lord, call for help immediately, don't delay!"
A frog's croak echoed between heaven and earth, and a golden three-legged toad appeared out of thin air, with a Taoist priest of unusual appearance and ancient demeanor sitting on it.
Upon seeing this scene, Blood River True Monarch immediately panicked. Upon careful sensing, he realized that he seemed to have disturbed the lair of an immortal. There were dozens, even hundreds, of hidden auras in the surrounding void, which was terrifying!
"What do you want to do? Do you intend to unleash a catastrophe upon the world?"
Blood River True Monarch had not forgotten where he was now. This was the Central Continent. Although the human race had attempted to seize control of this continent, they had only occupied a territory of 100,000 square miles and had just gained a foothold.
The area he is currently in can hardly be considered human territory. The simultaneous appearance of so many immortals and powerful Buddhist and Taoist beings in a region outside of human territory is hard not to arouse speculation. Could it be that the human race is no longer content with its original Nine Provinces and wants to launch a new round of expansion, invade the world, and become the true ruler of this world?
Thinking of this, Blood River True Monarch panicked even more.
If the human race of the Nine Provinces were to seek the position of the ruler of heaven and earth, it would inevitably trigger a catastrophe that would sweep across the world. Under the impact of this catastrophe, someone like him, who was classified as a heretic and labeled as a traitor by the human race of the Nine Provinces, would definitely not be able to escape. Now, he might be used as a sacrifice as the beginning of the great calamity.
"Junior brother, hurry to Central Continent. This is where the geniuses of the human race from all nine continents are training. Don't miss it."
"Master, my life is in grave danger! I beg you to have mercy and save me!"
"Great Sage Lantuo, save me! The humans have invaded!"
After careful consideration, the Blood River True Lord began to send out requests for help and assistance to all the like-minded people and powerful demons he could find, adopting an extremely humble attitude.
Dignity and face are nothing compared to life. As long as life is saved, there will be opportunities to get them back later. If anyone overestimates himself and dares to secretly mock him about this, he will definitely find a way to send them into the cycle of reincarnation.
As the cry for help was being made, the Blood River, which stretched across the heavens and earth and initially appeared extremely terrifying, began to shrink. But at this point, it was not so easy for the Blood River True Lord to leave. Several array flags flew out of thin air, landed in the void, took root on the spot, and instantly imprisoned a space-time, fixing the Blood River in the sky.
"Humans, what do you want to do?"
Just as this demonic giant, whose cultivation method pursued the ultimate characteristic of immortality, was in an increasingly miserable situation, a huge pore resembling two blood moons opened in the depths of the sky. In an instant, the world darkened, and even the sun at the highest point was hidden without light, completely obscured, leaving the world in darkness.
A terrifying demonic aura descended from the sky, its enormous shadow making the Buddha, who sat between heaven and earth chanting scriptures, appear so small.
"Lantuo the Demon Saint!"
A divine tree stretched out its branches, supporting a field rich in life energy, preventing the human prodigies whose strength and realm were not yet high from being eroded and intimidated by the demonic energy.
"It's actually this person!"
One after another, immortals appeared above the many human prodigies. Unlike these young prodigies, they were not arrogant. Many of the immortals were simple and unpretentious. Among them was even an old man with a cane, dressed in coarse clothes, looking like an old tree that was about to die.
Only a very few people exhibit truly astonishing phenomena, such as stepping on a golden toad, holding a giant snake, or, more commonly, standing on a gourd, a Dao diagram, a flying bridge, or a celestial sword.
"Demon Saint, do not worry. We are only here to protect our younger disciples and have no other intentions!"
A Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a star-studded crown and feathered robes, looking every bit like an old immortal, stepped forward. Facing the terrifying being that occupied half the sky, obscured the sun, moon, and stars, and plunged the earth into darkness, his expression showed little tension.
As I said before, we are all people with status and position. The person in front of us is indeed terrifying, but he is not some nameless, wandering cultivator from the mountains. He also comes from a major human sect, and within the sect's foundation, there are also beings who can rival him. There is nothing to be afraid of, and there is no need to be cowardly.
"Protect the Dao? What Dao are you guys protecting? This is Central Continent, not your human race's Nine Continents!"
Before the terrifying demon saint could even speak, Blood River True Monarch, who had been beaten so badly by the three human powerhouses that even his primordial energy had been significantly reduced, jumped out.
It's quite pitiful, really. He just happened to be nearby when he received a distress message from this evil god being cultivated by the sect. He planned to come over and take a look, hoping to get some benefits. He never expected to run into such a thing. He was really unlucky. Not only did he not get any benefits, but he also lost several percent of his years of accumulated wealth, which really hurt him.
"Ignorant devil, if you know nothing, shut up and stop making noise!"
A martial arts general with astonishing blood energy, resembling a lurking dragon, stepped forward. He had just been mocked and now had no chance to retaliate, so he had to seize the opportunity to hurl insults back, or he would be at a loss.
"Great Sage Lantuo, when the Golden Crow Clan sent its heroes into the Nine Provinces, none of us immortals dared to attack them. Yet you sent this thing to intercept us human prodigies. Are you perhaps cowardly?"
One of the immortals spoke up, saying that the demon saint before them was too terrifying. Even without moving, he brought great pressure to the many immortals. It should be known that only the supreme saint among the demon race can be called a great saint.
Such an existence is beyond the power of all of them combined. If the other party hadn't been somewhat cautious, they probably would have swallowed it whole in the first place.
"The Golden Crow Clan!"
A deep, resonant voice, indistinguishable in masculinity, far more awe-inspiring than thunder, echoed throughout the heavens and earth. It was the voice of the demon saint summoned by the Blood River True Monarch, whose will governed the celestial phenomena of this region.
As he spoke, more figures, some faintly visible and exuding an aura of malevolence, others dense with demonic energy, appeared below him. These were also demons and evil spirits who had received the Blood River True Monarch's plea for help.
These guys initially planned to be cautious and observe, after all, the one who sent the distress call was Blood River, who had a bad reputation and was of despicable character.
Even if he was humble, they still had to be wary of what tricks he might play and what schemes he might devise. However, when they saw the figure of Lantuo Dasheng appear, they put aside many of their worries.
No matter how cunning Xuehe was, he couldn't possibly outmaneuver a Great Sage. He didn't have the guts, nor the strength. In the end, the world was ruled by the strongest. Being cunning was merely a low-level skill.
"Great Sage..."
A demon who knew about this matter was moved and reported what he knew to the supreme being of the demon race.
The current situation is clear: the Golden Crow Clan, the recognized royal family on their side, has sent a half-demon whose bloodline is not pure. It is unknown why the demon has entered the human territory to cause trouble.
After defeating several human prodigies, they were still defeated. However, the human race was enraged and sent many prodigies to their demon territory to seek revenge.
"Boring!"
After realizing the reason, this great demon who had revealed his whereabouts immediately felt extremely bored. In his eyes, this was a trivial matter, yet he still had to show his face, which was simply ridiculous.
However, since they had come out, they couldn't just go back without doing anything; that would seem like a waste. With a sweep of his eyes, which resembled two blood moons, he saw the many human prodigies who were being protected so well by their protectors.
"Let these humans pass through. No one, regardless of who they are, is allowed to stop them. As long as the human immortals do not intervene, no demon king is allowed to lay a hand on them!"
The humans were humiliated by the half-demons on their side, so they sent people to get revenge. This was just a superficial battle of pride.
For someone like him, face is important, but it doesn't concern him. He only needs to establish the tone of the matter by adopting the demeanor of the Great Sage.
The battle between the young prodigies of the human race, who have not yet grown up, and the infants of the demons, is a violation of the rules if an immortal or a demon king or higher intervenes. Regardless of which side breaks the rules, they should be prepared to bear the wrath of this Great Sage, because he has already spoken!
After he conveyed this will, he no longer sought the opinions of those powerful human beings, because there was no need to. They were not on the same level as him, and it would be beneath his status to talk to them.
The terrifying figure of the demon saint vanished in an instant. The sun shone brightly on the earth once more, its boundless radiance pouring down from the sky, making the scene seem like an illusion.
However, the demonic figures lingering at the boundary between heaven and earth were telling the many geniuses who seemed to be in a dream that what they had just seen was real, not an illusion.
"So, we've finally got our entry permits!"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen, who had just witnessed that scene, actually had the mind to make such a joke with his friend beside him, because this was not the first time he had seen a great saint of the demon race. This is how he developed his vision and courage.
"The Great Sage Lantuo has spoken. Unless it is another Great Sage, no demon will defy his will!"
And that was indeed the case. The powerful demons who had gathered dispersed without any intention of stopping them, and the Blood River True Monarch, who had been beaten quite badly, also took the opportunity to escape. No immortals made a move against him anymore. Since the Demon Saint had come out, they had to give him this much face.
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