Chapter 38 The White Moonlight Kills the Male and Female Protagonists (The End)
Suddenly the elder burst into laughter.
"There's no need to discuss it. They will definitely come in person within a day. We can talk about it then."
Canglan suppressed his anger, knowing that his anger was useless. If he wanted to live, he had to endure it until the people from Kunlun Mountain came and wiped out this rabble.
As the demon race said, in less than a day, the other three immortal venerables of Kunlun led their disciples into the secret realm.
Having learned from past mistakes, they became even more cautious, laying a tight net outside the secret realm before they arrived, with the aim of wiping out all the demons inside.
"Canglan is truly useless; the dignified Kunlun Immortal Venerable was actually captured by a group of demons!"
"Canglan's cultivation has indeed slackened considerably in recent years, but the fact that those demons were able to capture him shows that their strength should not be underestimated."
Several immortals stood outside, and after killing a few minor demons, they made their way unimpeded to the heart of the secret realm.
Seeing Canglan hanging in the air, Diyong Immortal Venerable scoffed and then used his spiritual power to break the ropes, rescuing Canglan.
"Canglan, oh Canglan, look at yourself! You no longer resemble a celestial being at all!"
Canglan was completely exhausted of spiritual energy and could barely stand. She was too lazy to argue with him and just said in a hoarse voice.
“These demons have become a force to be reckoned with; they must be exterminated, regardless of age.”
"You don't need to remind me. The demon race is the most vengeful. Emperor Hao should have listened to me back then and wiped them all out, which would have saved us so much trouble now."
After speaking, Di Yong Immortal Venerable gave an order to those behind him.
"Did you hear that? No matter what kind of demon it is, kill it if you encounter it!"
With two thousand disciples present, Canglan felt much more at ease.
"How many demons did you encounter on your way here?"
Di Yong said indifferently.
"There were only two or three minor demons. I guess the bigger demons are smarter and know to hide when they're scared, but hiding won't help!"
Upon hearing this, Canglan felt a vague unease in his heart, and before he could speak, this unease materialized into reality.
A scream came from a disciple in the distance.
The next second, thick fog suddenly rose up, and everything around became blurry.
Canglan was startled.
"Be careful, this fog...it looks so familiar."
Oh, right!
Isn't this one of the ultimate techniques from the immortal cultivation manual he treasures—the ability to exhale and breathe mist?
He himself hadn't even learned this move, yet it has now spread to the demon realm and been learned by the demon race!
Thinking of this, Canglan felt a surge of anger.
Their precious possessions were stolen, but they used them all on themselves!
Realizing something was wrong, he immediately transformed into a wisp of smoke and prepared to leave.
Just as his form materialized, he was suddenly caught in a powerful tornado!
Suddenly, the world spun before his eyes, and as he found himself with nothing to lean on, Canglan saw a familiar face.
"Jin Shu!"
Jin Shu is here too!
He instinctively reached out his hand, stared at Jin Shu, and shouted loudly.
"Jin Shu, hold your teacher's hand!"
When Canglan realized that the wind was coming from the mouth of a great demon, he reached out to Jin Shu without thinking about what had happened.
No matter what, survival comes first.
Jin Shu, who remained motionless in the wind, looked indifferently at Cang Lan, and then she stretched out a hand.
Canglan reached out desperately, straining with all his might to grab it; it was his lifeline, his only hope now.
Just as it was about to touch, the hand suddenly withdrew.
Canglan looked at Jin Shu in disbelief.
"Jin Shu!!"
Jin Shu simply looked at him indifferently, then with a flick of her sleeve, she revealed to him the mortal realm and the demon realm before her.
“Master, you taught me to have compassion for all living beings and to be tolerant and selfless. Now I have done it. You can go in peace.”
Canglan stared intently at her, but before the hatred and despair in his eyes could fully erupt, he was swallowed whole by the tornado and into the belly of the great demon.
Seeing the Kunlun Mountain army collapse like a house of cards, and the three immortal venerables struggling in a sorry state, Jin Shu smiled and left.
The Immortal Clan prides itself on its pure spiritual lineage, and the reason it can occupy the top position in the Six Realms is because of its extraordinary talents.
Now it seems that if humans, demons, and immortals have equal opportunities to cultivate immortality, and if everyone values martial arts and cultivates immortality, these arrogant and lazy immortals will be in complete panic.
The result of this great battle was that Kunlun was defeated, losing more than 800 disciples, while the demon race suffered more casualties, but compared with their current scale, these casualties were nothing.
Kunlun's defeat was just the beginning.
Because the Immortal Clan's power was scattered, each of the eight mountains and four seas was its own kingdom, ruling over the lower realm and surrounding forces. In addition, the Immortal Clan advocated a wait-and-see attitude, so after Kunlun was defeated, they only provided symbolic military support.
Finally, Kunlun signed a pact with the demon and human races, opening the Kunlun Mountains to both races. In addition, humans and demons, like immortals, could enter Kunlun to learn immortal techniques.
The Four Celestial Venerables were abolished, and an elder system was established, with one representative each from the human, demon, and immortal races serving as elders.
Kunlun could only accept them one by one.
While the other immortal mountains were secretly mocking Kunlun for lacking backbone and easily agreeing to such an unequal contract with the demon race, a hundred years later, the remaining seven immortal mountains also suffered large-scale attacks from the human and demon races.
Of course, the four seas and the four corners of the earth were not spared either.
In just a century, the Immortal Clan, which had maintained its dominant position for tens of thousands of years, was dethroned from its divine pedestal.
The death of Emperor Hao brought a thousand years of peace and stability to the Immortal Clan. Believing that the Demon Clan was no longer a threat, the Immortal Clan became lazy and indolent, and advocated a carefree and unrestrained life.
But what they didn't know was that the lower realm had long been a place where martial arts were highly valued, and everyone was diligently cultivating, not daring to slack off for even a second.
This situation was somewhat expected.
Jin Shu wasn't deliberately seeking revenge against the immortals; she simply didn't want them to continue enjoying the peace that her father had bought with his life.
After Canglan's death, Jin Shu never paid attention to the news of her other fellow disciples on Kunlun Mountain.
In short, Lianxin and Jingye will remain in that swamp forever.
As for Xin Yi, the demon bloodline he had been suppressing finally came into play. He destroyed his demon bloodline by refining it, thus becoming a half-baked being who was neither demon nor immortal, wandering aimlessly through the six realms all day long.
As for Meng Ling, who was captured by the Queen Mother of the West, her remaining two branches were also refined.
Without the spiritual vein, she returned to the mortal realm.
The wonton shop is still there, but the people inside have changed.
It turns out that her older sister and brother-in-law were among the first human cultivators to fight against the immortals, and have long since become heroes of the human race, sitting in the Hall of Longevity, where they are dedicated to training cultivators for the human race.
Meng Ling felt both hatred and regret, sorrow and resentment.
She was a genius, but somehow she ended up in this situation.
A century later, she passed away in a state of deep melancholy.
(End of this chapter)
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