Chapter 407 The Ancient Night Finally Arrives!
boom--!!!
The inky sky suddenly exploded, and a dazzling golden wheel shaped like the rising sun was shattered as soon as it bloomed between heaven and earth. The scattered shockwaves instantly turned into a sandstorm that swept in all directions.
In the mountains and forests, countless ancient trees were snapped in half by the wind, and the mountain walls facing them were instantly shattered into dust.
Meanwhile, in the sky on the other side, a powerful and overwhelming blade of energy was slashing towards a main force of the demon race, but before it could land, it was knocked back by an iron fist covered in scales.
Wherever the force of the fist passed, the night sky was torn open by a crack that stretched for thousands of miles, and the surging sea of clouds could be pierced through to reveal countless twinkling stars behind it.
The wind and waves, the oppressive and terrifying aura, all rushed down from the sky, heavy as mountains, causing the cultivators around the forest to twitch their eyelids wildly.
They knew that a powerful expert at the peak of the fifth realm had made a move, but they did not expect that the demon race would have enough combat power to stop them.
The Great Dao roared and exploded repeatedly, the fierce energy spreading for thousands of miles, causing these human cultivators to tremble incessantly.
Meanwhile, atop a high mountain in the northeast of the ancient North Plain, Ye Han, clad in black and gold armor, stood watching this scene unfold.
Throughout the history of the demon race, there have been countless powerful demon kings, each a unique and exceptionally talented individual who dominated their respective regions. Whether within their own tribes or throughout the entire demon race, they each possess their own legends, which have been passed down from generation to generation by the demon people.
What's puzzling is that these demon kings, without exception, would suddenly disappear from everyone's sight in the later stages, without a sound, as if they had vanished into thin air.
Ye Han had also had doubts and questions about this issue. When he was young, he even asked the servants in his household to investigate, but to no avail.
Until this time, when he went to the palace to ask his father to order the dispatch of troops, he was led to the front of twenty-three coffins made of snow-covered ice.
When he witnessed his father awaken the twenty-three demon kings who had been sleeping in their coffins for countless years, he finally understood the answer to this matter.
Unlike humans, demons do not need secret techniques or medicines. They are born with the ability to prolong their lifespan and slow down aging through sleep.
However, their reason for falling into slumber is not like that of humans, who are searching for ways to prolong their lives, but rather because of their race.
After the ancient war a thousand years ago, the demon race, led by the first demon emperor, had no choice but to migrate to the snowy region, where they endured all kinds of hardships.
But for them, they have always firmly believed that one day they will be able to lead their people back.
From that time onward, every generation of powerful beings who reached the Demon King realm would hibernate in the underground ice cave of the Demon Emperor's Palace at an appropriate time, just to wait for the long-awaited day to arrive, when their demon race would have enough powerful beings to deal with all wars.
But just like the human race's secret techniques for prolonging life, this kind of sleep only slows down the body's decline, rather than actually stopping time.
Therefore, over the past thousand years, countless ancient demon kings have passed away in their sleep.
Over time, the Xuanbing Coffin beneath the Demon Emperor City has changed hands countless times.
Only now, the twenty-three modern demon kings they have accumulated, carrying the blood and responsibility of countless heroic souls of their ancestors, have finally had their chance to appear here.
At this moment, an old demon king in his sight traversed the void, his demonized figure causing a thunderous roar. At the same time, the giant axe in his hand slammed down, directly pressing a peak fifth-realm cultivator into the sacred mountain forest.
"Report! Your Highness, the main force on the west side has entered the mountains and forests for twenty miles, and the main force on the south side is diagonally joining them in the mountains and forests."
"It seems that the human race really has no experience in group combat. This speed is far beyond my expectations."
Ye Han's eyes narrowed: "Pass down the order: within three days, the soldiers must break into the core of the human race's holy land."
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, the messenger bowed and immediately took off with his sword. A few breaths later, a deafening horn sounded throughout the wilderness, like a sharp sword piercing through the plains and into the minds of every demon warrior. The demon army, which had been scattered by the humans at the peak of the fifth realm, instantly began to regroup. After a rapid reorganization, they launched another attack on the mountains and forests where the sacred land of the sages was located.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, the cultivators stationed in the mountains and forests immediately swarmed forward, colliding violently with them in an instant.
Just as the stench of blood continued to explode in the forest, a silver spear suddenly fell from the sky.
Ye Tuo, a renowned general of the demon race, made his move. His iron spear, like a long dragon cutting through the wind, swept towards the oncoming human cultivators.
The Xuan Yao Realm's peak team's combat strength was equivalent to that of the human race's Ying Tian. This spear strike was like a dragon, directly killing the ground and creating a blood mist, with continuous wails.
However, just as the spear force continued its relentless charge, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the forest.
Standing atop the high mountain, Chai Ze, a disciple of the Heavenly Book Academy's Hall of Longevity, fiercely repelled the long spear with a flick of his finger.
At the same time, a beautiful figure rushed over. He Lingxiu, who was accompanied by magic, drew her sword in the howling wind, and a bolt of lightning slashed down, knocking Ye Tuo back.
Shi Junhao also rushed to the scene, fighting alone and spitting out blood.
The three then gathered together and charged into the demon army with fierce momentum.
Amidst the flying blood and shattered limbs, the demon army suddenly began to disperse in all directions, surging out in groups of a hundred in each direction.
He Lingxiu and the other two turned to look and saw the demon army scattered into the mountains and forests heading towards the deeper Luoyue Territory from countless angles and along countless routes.
From a sensory perspective, this scene looks exactly like a chaotic scene of people scattering in all directions.
However, upon closer observation, it can be seen that their marching speed and rhythm are also very consistent, clearly indicating that they broke into numerous combat units and then combined to launch an attack.
On the other hand, the human race was divided: the powerful families followed the immortal sects, and the weak followed the strong. For a time, no one was willing to leave the group to pursue them.
Just as they had sensed before, the human race did indeed have a greater number of strong individuals than the demon race, but the demon race's collective combat awareness was a major problem.
Most importantly, whether they are from aristocratic families or immortal sects, they participate in battles so that they can get a share of the pie in the future. And getting a share of the pie is only meaningful if they don't die. But the demon race fights for the sake of their race and is willing to risk their lives.
East of Luoyue Gorge lies the Peach Blossom River.
Under the deep darkness of night, the rushing river made a gurgling sound.
Zuo Qiuyang strolled along the riverbank, surrounded by a mysterious light, his aura booming like thunder.
Suddenly, with a trembling sound, a powerful splash of water erupted from the river surface, evaporating into endless mist before it even hit the ground.
In the midst of this mist, an old demon king suddenly appeared, his halberd, brimming with immense power, crashing down.
boom!!!!
Zuo Qiuyang suddenly waved his hand, and myriad rays of mysterious light burst forth from his hand. His sword fiercely blocked the halberd that seemed to split the heavens.
But just as the halberd was suppressed by a single palm strike, a whooshing sound came from high above, and two more demon kings broke through the air, simultaneously smashing down with two fierce iron fists.
A violent explosion rang out, and half of the river water evaporated instantly.
A faint trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zuo Qiuyang's mouth. He then calmly looked at the three demon kings with sharp and cold eyes. The three demon kings were also covered in wounds, with drops of blood dripping from their fingertips.
Buzz!
Just as they were locked in a standoff, a trembling sound came rushing in from afar.
The Lord of the Hall of Longevity, Chai Hu, suddenly appeared. With a wave of his hand, a powerful force field, shaped like a mountain, suddenly attacked the old demon king who was holding a halberd and whose hair was flying all over his body.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zuo Qiuyang stepped into the air and leaped towards Luoyue Gorge.
But before he could take that step, three long swords suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and three more demon kings attacked, forcing him to stop.
Seeing this, Zuo Qiuyang turned around and looked behind him.
The three demon kings who were chasing him fought with Chai Hu for a moment, and the two sides also formed a stalemate.
"Are these three with you?"
Chai Hu gasped for breath for a moment: "Indeed, they are all extremely troublesome opponents, impossible to shake off."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiuyang frowned slightly.
He hadn't expected that the demon race would have so many demon kings. It seemed that even when the barbarian demon alliance invaded Youyun and Youyun provinces, they had been hiding their strength and never revealed their true power.
But there is no doubt that they were held up.
The situation should be the same for Junior Brother Lü Fengchuan, the Dao Asking Sect, the Mountain and Sea Pavilion, the Chen Clan Immortal Clan, and those at the peak of the Upper Five Realms of Lingjian Mountain.
"What is the purpose of your attack on our human race today, my esteemed demon kings?"
As Zuo Qiuyang spoke, he looked at the three demon kings who had been chasing him, especially the old demon king who was holding a halberd.
Since their appearance, they have clashed countless times, and from the shouts of these three demon kings fighting together, Zuo Qiuyang has gained some understanding of them.
The old demon king wielding the halberd was probably the most respected and strongest among them, named Gu Chuan.
Of the other two, one is his brother Goode, and the other is his direct descendant.
After the question was asked, the three demon kings did not respond.
Their mission was simply to hold off the human powerhouses or find an opportunity to kill them, thus helping the demon army enter the sacred land of the ancients. Everything else was meaningless, so naturally they wouldn't answer any questions.
But Zuo Qiuyang did not give up after failing to get an answer from the first question.
"The demon race and the human race have been allies since ancient times. They should have maintained good relations and lived in harmony for generations. Not only did you ally with the barbarians to conquer my two states of Youyun, but today you suddenly launched a large-scale attack on the Central State. Do you really intend to destroy this harmony that has lasted for thousands of years?" Zuo Qiuyang's tone began to turn cold.
Gu Chuan smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Harmony? If we were truly at peace, why did our demon race abandon this beautiful land of Kyushu and choose to flee to the snowy region?"
"That was your own choice. How can you direct your hatred at my human race?"
"When the ancient war ended, your human ancestors hung the sacred artifact above my demon clan's territory for three days, while claiming to the outside world that they were going to investigate the remnants of the fallen clans. How could my clan not leave?"
Zuo Qiuyang looked up upon hearing this: "Back then, the demon race was far more powerful than the human race. I think our ancestors and sages were only trying to protect their people."
Furukawa looked at him coldly: "You humans love to make excuses too much, but in fact, there is no need for many high-sounding reasons for the conflict between races. It is just a matter of the victor taking all. We could accept it back then, so you should accept it today."
boom!!!!
With a deafening roar, a massive gap was cleaved open in Falling Moon Ridge.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the demon army surged towards the core of the sacred land of the ancestors like a river bursting its banks.
Upon seeing this, the demon kings instantly raised their energy to its peak, preparing to interrupt any possibility of human powerhouses capable of influencing the battle going to provide support.
But to their surprise, they didn't move; they simply watched as the demon army surged forward like a torrent.
However, at that moment, a vast expanse of golden light suddenly rose from the dark forest, and countless fine golden lines spread like ripples throughout the woods.
Those are array patterns, the same array patterns as those used by countless immortal sects to protect their mountains.
*Pfft*
Before the hundred or so demon cavalrymen at the front could react, they were instantly annihilated, their blood pouring down like a torrential rain.
This sudden turn of events caught the demon race off guard, and a surge of shock and anger instantly rose in their hearts.
It should be noted that the barbarian tribes spent a thousand years attacking but failed to set foot in the Nine Provinces. Ninety percent of their success was due to the great formation above the northern city walls.
Even if their tactics are clear and their coordination is perfect, how could they possibly get through this massive formation that has no blind spots in its defenses?
However, they soon realized something was wrong.
Because those ripples didn't continue once activated like those emanating from the Northern Array; instead, they were gradually weakening, and the light was also fading.
No, they are not the same. The great formation here is not the same as that in the Northern Territory.
In an instant, all the Heavenly Demon Generals in the army confirmed this.
Indeed, the large array on the northern city wall took more than twenty years to carve; how could they possibly have had enough time to prepare an identical one?
Based on its declining characteristics, this large formation should need to build up its strength.
If this is true, then each activation should have a time limit, and the attack time should not last too long.
Just as they expected, about ten breaths later, the ripples suddenly dissipated in the air, and the killing intent that had surrounded the entire holy land was instantly annihilated.
"Just as I thought!"
"That formation can't be kept active indefinitely, soldiers, charge!"
Then, at the command of the leading general, the swarming demon soldiers were immediately invigorated and charged forward once again.
Although the formation could not continue to operate, it did buy time, giving the human cultivators who had been left behind by the Zero-Displacement Tactics enough time to catch up.
Thus, the oncoming charge once again unleashed an endless storm of bloodshed.
In fact, if the demon race really wanted to confront the human race head-on, they would not be able to gain much advantage. Moreover, they now had to be on guard against the sudden activation of the formation, so their speed of attack was severely hampered, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.
After several such incidents, the number of casualties in the army began to gradually increase.
The main forces on the west and north sides also broke into the core edge from other directions, encountering the same obstacles and difficulties, which made the whole battle extremely tense.
Most importantly, when a vanguard force managed to escape the attack of the main formation and fought their way in with great difficulty, a stone mirror suddenly rose into the air.
Endless celestial light burst forth, fiercely repelling the demon race that had broken through the killing intent range of the great formation.
The suffocating power forced countless bloodthirsty demons to abandon their hard-won opportunity to launch a surprise attack and retreat once again.
It is a sacred artifact.
Whether it was the old demon king who was confronting the perfected five realms, or the heavenly demon general who led the attack, they couldn't help but look at the red chariot deep in the dense forest.
Upon seeing this, the human cultivators immediately let out a high-spirited cheer, and their gazes toward the demon race instantly turned contemptuous.
Indeed, no matter how recklessly the demon race disregards life and death, and no matter how many powerful beings they have, how can they possibly contend with the sacred artifact?
However, to the surprise of the human cultivators, even when they felt the power of the sacred artifact, the demon race did not show the slightest fear or retreat. Instead, they continued to charge forward.
In the subsequent attacks, the demon army made countless attempts.
They circled the perimeter of the sacred site of the sages, forming an extremely wide arc, searching for an opportunity from night until dawn.
After two days and two nights of attacks, both humans and demons were starting to pant and show signs of fatigue.
But the most exhausted were not them, but the alchemists who lived in the valley.
The continuous repair work had taken a heavy toll on them, and even the gathered cinnabar light was no longer as abundant and surging as it had been at the beginning.
But as the sounds of battle drew ever closer, they dared not relax their guard in the slightest.
Stay calm...
We must never tear each other apart again...
Amidst the surging crimson light, Yuan Li, who was repairing the cracks, paid no heed to the roars and screams from the outside world, continuing his work while muttering to himself.
Before his eyes, only the edges of the two cracks remained.
"boom!!!"
After an unknown amount of time, a vast and overwhelming aura descended, and a pure and magnificent aura spread in all directions.
On the banks of the Peach Blossom River, Zuo Qiuyang suddenly opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the location of the sacred site of the ancient sages.
In that instant of distraction, the demon kings suddenly abandoned their siege of them, instead soaring into the sky and crashing down towards the core valley.
"Damn it, that imitation formation can't stop the Demon King!"
"It's alright, the Master is guarding the core, and with the sacred artifact suppressing it, there will be no problem!"
Zuo Qiuyang and Chai Hu soared into the sky, heading towards the core of the holy land. There they saw the demon kings using their powerful bodies to withstand the great formation and block the myriad killing intents that were about to break through.
Just as they had predicted, the spirit mirror of the young master of Spirit Sword Mountain suddenly rose into the sky, and several beams of immortal light shot out at the same time, attacking those demon kings.
The sacred artifact uses the power of the Heavenly Dao, representing the might of Heaven. Not to mention the Demon King realm, even the demons in the Immortal Realm back then would have had difficulty resisting it, so their death should not have been an accident.
Surprisingly, just as the spirit mirror unleashed its power, a huge phantom appeared in the night sky, uttering a soft incantation, and instantly transformed into a sky full of roars.
Just as the roar descended from the sky, the spiritual mirror in the heavens suddenly trembled violently, and the immortal light in the mirror was directly deflected, failing to hit anyone.
"The Demon Emperor..."
"How is this possible? The Demon Emperor can actually withstand a sacred artifact?"
Zuo Qiuyang looked at the tall figure in the night sky and suddenly remembered the aura that his junior sister You Yingqiu had emitted when she was in seclusion. His eyes froze: "No, he didn't block the sacred artifact. He affected the heavenly secrets at that moment."
At this moment, cheers erupted from the demon race, and their morale surged instantly.
At the same time, the cold night air on the high mountain couldn't help but feel excited.
Humans all know that the headmaster of the Heavenly Academy can control the secrets of heaven, but few people know that the Demon Emperor's lineage can also do so, although there are some differences between them.
The headmaster of the Heavenly Academy was able to grasp the secrets of heaven because of the Heavenly Secret Technique, while the Demon Emperor was able to grasp the secrets of heaven because of his bloodline talent for perceiving the secrets of heaven.
Since the end of the Primordial War, the Demon Emperor lineage has been researching how to use heavenly secrets to deal with sacred artifacts, and has made countless attempts in this regard.
But they later discovered that no matter what efforts they made, the sacred artifacts possessing the power of the Heavenly Dao were still the most powerful force in the world, and difficult to contend with.
The Demon Emperor's lineage was once depressed because of this, feeling that there was no hope of returning to the Nine Provinces, until his father's generation.
His father abandoned the direct confrontation with the sacred artifact and instead focused all his efforts on altering the secrets of heaven.
Just now, he was momentarily blinded by the secrets of heaven, successfully disrupting the perception of the sacred artifact.
"They're all a bunch of guys who can only see what's in front of them..."
In the heart of the mountain forest, Fang Ruoming uttered a soft remark before rising and leaping down into the valley.
After repairing the two rifts, the Dan Sect began opening the sacred ground at the same time to avoid a chain reaction of instability.
At this moment, as the mystical light continued to spread, an entrance slowly unfolded at the location of the two cracks.
Let's welcome the arrival of the new world.
Fang Ruoming arrived at the bottom of the valley expressionlessly and looked at the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were left behind to be responsible for communication between the inside and outside.
"Go, take care of them."
"yes!"
At Fang Ruoming's command, the armored guards behind him suddenly drew their swords.
"What...what are you going to do!?"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect who were left behind to relay messages were stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask a question, but the response they received was a fierce barrage of sword strikes.
These people were never entrusted with fighting the enemy, so their combat strength was not high at all. In the blink of an eye, they were hacked to pieces and fell into a pool of blood.
The human cultivators, who were fiercely fighting the demon race, were taken aback by the large array surrounding the core of the holy land.
“Look over there…”
"The Zhenbei Army has gone mad?! They...how could they kill their own men?!"
Cao Jingsong, covered in blood, raised his head and stared at the figure for a moment.
"Sect Leader Yuan, close the gates of the Holy Land!" Zuo Qiuyang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he immediately shouted angrily.
He didn't know what the commander of the Northern Garrison was planning, but he could tell that he wanted to enter the Holy Land.
However, the sacred land of the sages was originally an unstable space. To repair its fortune, a sacred artifact needed to be placed inside. It could not withstand any more excess energy. Therefore, he immediately ordered the sect leader of the Pill Sect to seal the entrance.
But as this angry shout rang out, Yuan Li did not react at all, or perhaps he was stunned the moment he saw Fang Ruoming.
"Long time no see, Sect Leader Yuan."
"It's you..."
Yuan Li stared at him, the image of the young man who had visited with the Chu family flashing through her mind, and her hands began to tremble.
The Dan Sect was involved in the misdeeds committed by the aristocratic families, and besides themselves, there was one other person in the world who knew about it.
But after the disaster was about to fail, the man disappeared.
After learning of this, Danyangzi and Danxunzi advised that the man might also know that being exposed would lead to his death, so he concealed his identity and asked him to learn from this and keep the secret forever in his heart.
But at that moment, that person reappeared in front of him.
Yuan Li was momentarily dazed, then suddenly turned to look at the entrance to the holy land behind him, feeling as if some things had been connected.
Back then, someone kidnapped his daughter Caiwei, seemingly to harm the Dan Sect, but in reality, it cleared the Dan Sect of suspicion and covered up the fact that they were involved in the disaster.
This puzzled him; he couldn't understand why someone would go to such lengths to help the Dan Sect.
Until this moment, he suddenly understood.
They did this because after the thousand-year-old aristocratic family's attempt to cause trouble failed, the Dan Sect still had other uses for them.
Yuan Li's mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately turned around to shut down the Holy Land.
But just as the cinnabar light appeared between his hands, Fang Ruoming's voice rang in his ears.
"You should know how the five great immortal sects will treat your alchemy sect after they find out you were involved in the misdeeds of the aristocratic families. They will not allow any threat to remain in this world."
Fang Ruoming stared at him: "You seem to have forgotten that from the very beginning, you and I have been on the same side."
This emotionless voice exploded in Yuan Li's mind like a thunderclap, freezing him in place.
That's right, even if he didn't know it, they were on the same side from the very beginning.
He also knew that once the Immortal Sect found out about the Pill Sect's collaboration with the thousand-year-old families to commit evil, they would surely kill them all.
What exactly do you want to do?
"The new world that the Chu family promised you, I will give it to you."
Fang Ruoming whispered something, then ignored him and strode toward the gate of mystic light.
But at that moment, a large halberd crashed down.
Having previously evaded the sacred artifact Demon King Gu Chuan with the help of the Demon Emperor, he is now arriving through the air.
He didn't know what the humans were up to or why they were suddenly killing each other, but he still remembered his mission: to seize the fortune when the holy land opened. Of course, he couldn't let others get there first, so he would kill anyone who stood in his way.
"boom!!!"
Beneath the rampant sandstorm, the cliff directly opposite the Gate of Profound Light exploded instantly, sending a cloud of dust billowing into the sky, causing everyone's eyes to widen in horror.
As the halberd fell, Fang Ruoming instantly drew his sword and charged forward, slashing the old demon king back with a single blow.
At the same time, a scorching aura erupted from his body, making everyone's scalp tingle, as if they were seeing someone who had been dead for a long time.
“It’s the same aura as Ji You.” Cao Jingsong’s expression changed drastically.
At the same time, the young appraiser of Lingjian Mountain inside the red imperial carriage also stared intently, a hint of disbelief flashing in his beautiful phoenix eyes.
Like Kuang Cheng, she also knew of the Night's Watch and naturally understood what this aura represented.
To his surprise, her scoundrel husband wasn't the only one.
Fang Ruoming held his sword horizontally in front of him: "Everyone, whether it's the Immortal Sect or the Aristocratic Family, they should have been buried in history long ago. See you in the new world."
"He's trying to steal the fortune!"
"Stop him!"
Amidst the exclamations, the young appraiser of Lingjian Mountain had a sudden thought and immediately prepared to activate the sacred artifact.
But at that moment, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She instinctively touched her stomach and her face turned pale instantly.
At that very instant, Fang Ruoming, as blazing as the rising sun, charged toward the holy land.
But he couldn't get in.
With a deafening roar, Fang Ruoming was violently thrown out of the Xuan Guang Gate, coughing up blood as he crashed into the remaining half of the cliff.
As countless fragments of corpses flew through the air, his eyes widened in disbelief. Then, a magnificent and surging evil thought, like a plume of black smoke, burst forth from the holy land and rapidly spread across the sky.
At the same time, a thick black fog suddenly surged into the sky, which had just begun to lighten, and spread rapidly in all directions.
The earth began to tremble, the mountains began to collapse, and a blood-red light burst forth from the crack in the sky, spewing out endless malevolent energy.
Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw countless faces with three eyes, two horns on their foreheads, and ferocious expressions emanating a deafening roar from the night sky, rushing towards the northeast and instantly engulfing the entire sky.
Buzz!
On the north side of the mountain forest, Elder Shang Hui of the Dao Asking Sect killed countless scattered demon soldiers, and then suddenly a scream was heard.
Looking back, he saw that it was Shang Ying, a disciple of the sect, crying out in pain to the sky.
Upon seeing this, Shang Hui's gaze instantly turned serious, but he did not step forward; instead, he kept staring at him.
Shang Ying was one of the disciples who had eaten Dao Fruits back then. Her cultivation level increased rapidly, and she had already reached the upper realm of Dao Fusion before she was thirty years old.
If he continues to grow, becoming a member of the sect's elders is inevitable.
The problem is that he has been possessed by a spirit.
Indeed, when Ku Ye went to assassinate Ji You, his physical body was shattered. After returning to the mountains, he chose Shang Ying as the object to whom his soul would be inhabited.
Since then, Shang Hui has been ordered by the deputy sect leader to keep a close eye on him until Ku Ye is revived through his body.
Ku Ye was a powerful cultivator in the Divine Travel Realm with an incredibly strong soul, while Shang Ying was only in the Fusion Realm. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have any power to resist. However, what puzzled Shang Hui was that Ku Ye had never appeared after being possessed by Ku Ye, as if he had vanished without a trace.
At that moment, he saw that Shang Ying's forehead had split open.
From the bloody rift, a creature with three eyes and two horns on its forehead soared into the sky, carrying boundless blood energy.
As for Shang Ying, he was like an empty shell with a shattered head, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Upon seeing this, Shang Hui collapsed to the ground with a thud, trembling uncontrollably.
He suddenly understood why the suffering had never appeared: because something far more powerful had been parasitizing Shang Ying's body.
The moment the soul of the suffering being entered his body, it was devoured.
*Pfft*
*Pfft*
In front of the great formation at the core of the holy land, countless heads, like overripe fruits, exploded, splattering blood everywhere.
Those were all geniuses who had consumed Dao Fruits, including some elders of immortal sects, all of whom lay withered and emaciated on the ground amidst a cloud of blood mist.
This sudden scene caused everyone to tremble uncontrollably, and even the demon race stopped their attack, staring in astonishment at everything.
"Sister, sister!"
"Master!!!"
"What is that? What's inside their bodies?!"
Amidst screams and panic, no one noticed that the demon emperor's figure in the night sky had suddenly vanished.
The next instant, the imposing Demon Emperor appeared in his Demon Emperor Palace, and cries of pain echoed in his ears.
He turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw the Scale Clan Chief, who was left behind to guard the clan, struggling in the main hall with bloodshot eyes. He was pounding his forehead with his fists, tearing his skin and making the sound of bones cracking.
"Your Majesty, kill me... There's something inside me, there's something inside me!"
"Kill me, Your Majesty!"
The Demon Emperor stared at him for a long time, when suddenly his head exploded.
Thick, scalding blood splattered out, turning the white hall crimson, a shocking sight.
The instant the head exploded, a hideous face began to soar into the air.
Upon seeing this, the Demon Emperor's eyes turned as cold as raging ice and snow. He immediately got up and rushed out of the Demon Emperor's Palace, chasing after that face westward.
He swept past endless buildings, riverbanks, and valleys, and arrived at the western border wall.
At this moment, the chieftain of the Feather Clan was standing on the city wall, looking at the Youzhou land opposite with a look of horror, trembling as if he had lost his soul.
The Demon Emperor suddenly landed, a sharp light bursting from his golden vertical pupils as he gazed at Youzhou, shrouded in the heavy darkness of night.
Near the border of Qingzhou, a massive, chaotic mass of flesh and blood surged wildly, forming a monstrous ball that rose thousands of feet high, like a storm sweeping across the heavens and earth.
As those hideous faces howling through the night continued to arrive, the shattered flesh surged forward frantically, beginning to recombine.
"What happened?"
Upon hearing the majestic voice, the Feather Clan Chieftain immediately regained his senses: "Your Majesty... just an hour ago, the Barbarian Emperor appeared, and then all the barbarians stationed on the border went to the open plains, where they were blown to pieces, their flesh and blood filling the sky, and that's how it ended up like this..."
The Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes: "Reshape the physical body..."
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Just as the Demon Emperor's voice fell, countless figures burst forth from the storm of flesh and blood that stretched across the sky.
They all had three eyes on their heads and two horns on their foreheads, carrying an incredibly powerful aura and a heavy killing intent, charging in from all directions.
Some rushed towards Qingzhou, some headed diagonally towards Youzhou, and some raced directly towards Yunzhou.
From a distance, the scene looked like an overwhelming black fog surging forth, causing the heavens to tremble.
"Mobilize the army, the enemy is attacking!"
"Mobilize a large army; enemy attack!!!"
A sharp horn blared rapidly from the western city wall, its piercing sound echoing across the land. But at that very moment, the western section of the wall collapsed with a deafening roar.
Countless figures, enveloped in malevolent energy and carrying a heavy stench of blood, surged into Yunzhou, rushing madly towards the cities in all directions.
They were incredibly fast and incredibly strong, far surpassing the demons and barbarians. Before the demons in the city could react, they were quickly tackled to the ground and devoured amidst their painful screams.
After the flesh and blood entered their mouths, the creatures within the malevolent energy instantly became more robust, their bodies growing several times larger.
"Help!"
"Help!!!"
Before the demon army could react, a huge breach was smashed through the eastern wall of the Demon Emperor City. Countless demons began to flee frantically, but they were all slammed down by the creature that came flying through the air.
At this moment, a young Scaled Clan woman was holding her child, collapsing to the ground in despair. Before her, a figure with protruding fangs pounced, its blood-red maw tearing downwards.
At this critical moment, a gleaming silver spear swept down and pierced the forehead of the hideous face with a loud thud.
This shot was incredibly powerful, carrying enough force to shatter metal and stone, as if it were about to pierce through his skull.
Who would have thought that in the next instant, the ferocious monster suddenly raised its hand, abandoned the mother and child beneath it, grabbed the spear, and with a sharp shriek, pounced directly at them.
At that moment, a slender jade hand pressed against the end of the silver spear, and then suddenly exerted force. The spear hummed loudly and pierced through the creature covered in murderous aura with a "thud," leaving only flesh and blood that had not yet completely solidified on the ground.
The rescued woman, holding her child, suddenly turned around and saw a slender figure in a dress standing behind her.
"Princess...Your Highness."
"Take the child to the back."
Feng Yangpeng gripped the spear that had been thrust out, then turned and disappeared. In the next instant, she charged towards the group of figures. With a fierce thrust of her spear, the silver spear, carrying immense power, emitted a sharp cry and instantly pierced through ten miles, leaving the woman in astonishment.
The demons all know that they have a princess who is as precious as a treasure, kind-hearted, gentle, and loves to heal the sick and save lives.
But few ordinary people know that she is also a great demon of the Heavenly Demon Realm, and shares the same lineage as the divine general Asakura.
"Your Highness!"
Just then, the troops left behind in the city rushed over and immediately came to her side.
Upon seeing this, Feng Yang turned around and said, "Immediately lead your clansmen to retreat to the southeast, and send another person to my residence to fetch armor for me."
"yes!"
After Feng Yang finished speaking, he looked solemnly at the corpses scattered on the ground, recalling a passage from an ancient book of the demon race.
The ancient race, with a ferocious and slender appearance, resembling evil spirits, can turn evil. After transforming, they have three eyes on their head, two horns on their forehead, and are ten feet tall with bluish-white skin. They are cruel, extremely bloodthirsty, and have enslaved all races for five thousand years.
Meanwhile, in Youzhou, amidst the vast expanse of flesh and blood that resembled a raging storm, several figures coalesced once more.
They were different from the previous remnants of the clan; both their aura and their physical stature were much stronger and taller.
However, they did not leave after forming bodies, but instead stayed between that mass of flesh and blood.
And within that flesh and blood, an even more powerful aura was constantly solidifying, pressing down on the night, causing the air to churn and explode repeatedly.
Subsequently, more remnants of the race, before their flesh and blood had fully solidified, rushed wildly in all directions, beginning to devour everything in their path.
There were demons monitoring the movements of the barbarians, and immortal sect members tracking the demon army. They didn't even have the strength to fight back. Countless people died or were injured in the blink of an eye, and screams shook the heavens. The remaining people were ashen-faced and began to flee frantically towards the heart of the Nine Provinces.
"How can there be two Heavenly Daos...?"
In the fenced garden of Tianshu Peak, You Yingqiu soared into the sky, reaching the deepest part of the sky, and stared in astonishment at the endless sky.
After two years of seclusion, her celestial secrets technique was finally perfected.
To her surprise, she saw two versions of the Heavenly Dao.
One was a vast, dark, and extremely chaotic place, carrying an ancient and primordial aura; the other was tender, weak, broken, and beyond life.
She felt like a tiny drop in the ocean, and looking at that aura that resembled a crouching dragon, a chill ran through her body.
Just then, You Yingqiu suddenly turned around.
The silver light in her eyes gradually faded, and the real scene returned to her eyes.
In the distance, a thick darkness, like venom, climbed along the bright horizon, swallowing up the sunlight and clouds.
Beneath the thick darkness, a pale-skinned creature with wings on its back landed on the mountaintop, observing everything before it with great interest.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth... Gradually, more and more figures landed on the Heavenly Book Peak and on the Cloud Mist Cliff.
Their auras were extremely powerful; any one of them was far more terrifying than the aura of someone in the Boundless Realm, and their auras continued to rise.
Before long, they suddenly noticed You Yingqiu's presence.
In the next instant, a fierce hand suddenly grasped a beam of dark light and attacked.
You Yingqiu was a powerful expert at the peak of the Upper Five Realms, invincible below the Immortal Realm, but at this moment she suddenly felt pressure she hadn't felt in many years and was violently slapped away.
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