Chapter Eighty-Six: This is the Heavenly Origin Demon Lord
The moment Murong Chong died, the blood-silk cage that had trapped Zhou Yating and the others vanished. But now, these people stared at Han Wei, their faces deathly pale.
Han Wei, meanwhile, recalled the Blood Nail, took Murong Chong's storage bag, and watched the bronze door slowly open.
After the towering bronze gate, several dozen feet high, opened, a magnificent hall appeared inside. The hall was inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire palace. Ignoring the frightened Zhou Yating, Cheng Yan, the brown-haired old man, the blue-clad youth, and the middle-aged man in green behind her, Han Wei walked straight ahead.
Zhou Yating and the others dared not follow Han Wei into the main hall, nor did they dare to leave just like that.
They had just witnessed Han Wei effortlessly annihilate Murong Chong, a master of the Void Refinement stage, and in their eyes, Han Wei was already a terrifying old monster. This was definitely not Ding Qi; this old monster had possessed Ding Qi, and they didn't know what he wanted to do. Now that they knew about him, if they left now, would they be silenced immediately?
No one believed they could escape.
So, they were all drenched in cold sweat, but none of them dared to flee.
Han Wei stepped into the main hall. In the center of the hall, a suit of armor floated in the air. The armor was silver-blue, with silver and blue arcs of electricity swirling around it, like two lightning dragons swimming. The armor had a unique design and was the work of an ancient master craftsman.
Han Wei reached out and grabbed it, and the armor flew towards her.
“Lingbao!” Han Wei said with a beaming smile.
This armor is a top-grade spiritual treasure.
She stroked the patterns on it, tried it on, and since the magic weapon could automatically adjust its size, there wouldn't be any problem with it not fitting. Han Wei felt a surge of power as soon as she put it on. She activated the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique," and the armor seemed to come alive, crackling with electricity that filled the entire hall.
The violent energy formed a terrifying pressure, making the several Nascent Soul stage cultivators outside tremble with fear.
Han Wei thought to herself: Wearing this armor and using the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique" will definitely increase its power many times over, no, at least ten times. Add the Thunder Beast Chariot, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator could put up a fight.
The armor didn't have a name, so she gave it one herself: "Thunder King Armor."
After storing the armor inside her body, Han Wei used her divine sense to scan the entire hall, but found nothing else of value.
She was about to leave when a tremor came from deep underground, and the entire ancient ruins shook violently. Exaggerated cracks instantly filled the walls and the ground, and the main hall was about to collapse. Not only the main hall, but the outer passage was also collapsing.
What happened?
Both Han Wei and Zhou Yating and the others outside were very surprised.
The ground collapsed, boulders fell, and an incredibly powerful suction force pulled Han Wei and the others downwards. Zhou Yating, Cheng Yan, the brown-haired old man, the young man in blue, and the middle-aged man in green all cried out in alarm as they fell.
Han Wei's divine sense covered the surroundings, but suddenly she saw the light and shadow change, her body passed through the water curtain-like barrier, and then she was already in another place.
This is a colossal palace deep underground, even older than the ruins above, yet remarkably well-preserved. Han Wei stood in the sky, releasing her divine sense, and discovered that the buildings here were constructed from a large amount of Black Prison Stone, capable of isolating divine sense.
Recalling what had just happened, Han Wei felt something was amiss.
She didn't trigger any mechanisms or formations, did she?
So what exactly is going on now?
Han Wei looked at the rows of passages and flew towards one of them. The air here was cold and damp. After flying for a while, she saw corpses on the ground that had been dead for who knows how many years, their flesh and blood long since decayed into bones.
A sense of oppression and unease permeated the area. Even without using her divine sense to investigate, Han Wei could clearly sense the ominous and eerie atmosphere hidden there.
This underground palace is a maze. At this moment, Han Wei, Zhou Yating and the others are all separated into different areas, and they are all carefully searching for a way out.
A tall stone statue stood beside the passageway, and a stunningly beautiful girl in a colorful and gorgeous dress flew by. Han Wei had already returned to her original form. Maintaining the transformation required a lot of magic power, and although her magic power recovered quickly, she still felt it was best to be careful.
Being cautious, she released Gu Qi from the storage bag.
The white light transformed into a handsome man in white robes, who stood before Han Wei.
"Search here for any living creatures," Han Wei ordered.
Gu Qi's divine sense was superior to hers; perhaps he could find something. The Black Prison Stone could block divine sense, but it didn't block all levels of divine sense. After releasing his divine sense, Gu Qi looked towards one of the passages, and Han Wei also looked in that direction.
Is there anything there?
Han Wei led Gu Qi and flew in that direction.
The main hall was a vast space littered with corpses, piled up like mountains. The pillars here were incredibly tall, a hundred feet high, and perched atop them were ferocious beasts. These beasts were no ordinary creatures; they were neither demonic beasts nor the primordial beasts or crystal beasts of the savage world, but rather demonic beasts from the demon realm.
"Your corpse puppet is quite interesting."
The sudden sound startled Han Wei.
Han Wei looked up and saw the man sitting high up. He sat on a seat made of corpses, holding a black skull in one hand. He wore a magnificent red robe, his long black hair cascading down his back. He had fair skin, looked very young, around twenty years old, and was quite handsome.
Han Wei met the man's bloodshot eyes, her pupils contracting slightly. Such cold eyes. He was clearly sitting there, but she hadn't noticed him at all until he spoke.
Han Wei's face turned pale.
She realized that this person was a demon.
His entire body was shrouded in demonic energy, making it impossible to determine his cultivation level. Fortunately, his hands and feet were bound by thick chains connected to the ground and the chair. Clearly, this guy had been locked up here for some reason and by someone, and was unable to move freely.
He recognized Gu Qi as a corpse puppet at a glance? Could it be that he also recognized him as a wood spirit?
Han Wei broke out in a cold sweat.
She maintained her composure and bowed to the red-robed demon, saying, "Greetings, senior. I have mistakenly entered this place and disturbed your cultivation. Please forgive me."
"It's alright. I've been here for hundreds of thousands of years, and I'm so bored. Little girl, you're here. Perfect, keep me company for a chat." The red-robed demon played with the jet-black skull, smiling as he looked at Han Wei.
"I'm not good with words and I'm not very good at chatting."
"Let's chat casually, like, what's your name?"
"My surname is Xu, Xu Muyao. May I ask your honorable name, senior?" Han Wei asked politely.
"I am the Heavenly Origin Demon Lord," the red-robed demon said with a smile.
Tianyuan Demon Lord? I don't know him.
Although Han Wei understood the demon language, she had never heard of the name Tianyuan Demon Lord. It was surprising that there were demons in the Star Luo Realm. She had been in the Star Luo Realm for quite some time, and had never heard of demons from anyone before; Han Wei had even assumed they didn't exist here.
"It seems you haven't heard of my name," sighed the Heavenly Origin Demon Lord.
Han Wei looked at him respectfully and said, "I am still young and have limited knowledge."
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