A hundred miles outside the Demon Capital, looking out, there were endless mountain ranges, with many peaks soaring into the clouds nearby.
At this moment, even with the barrier buffering, the violent tremors in the Demon Capital still caused countless rocks to fall and rivers to surge several yards high outside the barrier.
At the mountain peaks, crowds of people surged, unable to stand steady. They used magical artifacts to stabilize themselves, and looking through the semi-transparent barrier, they all froze, their lips trembling, cold sweat pouring down their bodies.
The Demon Capital was now covered by heavy dark clouds, shrouded in a layer of darkness.
From the east, south, west, and north positions on the ground, chains of spiritual energy emitting golden light surged forth. Several other positions were filled with obscure, complex inscriptions. At the center where the spiritual chains converged and the inscriptions encircled, something below was constantly colliding against the barrier.
“Bang!”
The source of all the turmoil struck against the binding seal that had contained it for hundreds of years, with a force capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas.
“Bang!!”
Another strike.
The four spiritual chains all broke, dissolving into specks of golden light.
“BANG—!”
In an instant, thousands of inscriptions shattered. With an earth-shattering roar, a gigantic shadow in the night sky soared upward, then crashed down again, smashing half the city to pieces.
Those who witnessed this scene were all terrified to the core. They were all demons, and without anyone saying a word, the powerful bloodline that penetrated the barrier and came straight at them revealed the identity of the demonic beast.
“It’s Qiongqi! The prehistoric giant beast!!”
“The demon beast has broken the seal, run quickly!!!”
Outside the barrier, countless figures immediately fled like rainbows, evacuating. In less than a moment, this catastrophic news spread throughout the Three Realms.
That night, a thunderclap from clear skies.
In the cultivation world, all major immortal sects immediately detected the anomaly in the demon realm. They initially thought some demon king had treacherous intentions, but the news they received was even more terrifying.
At the Sword Sect.
Lan Xiaosheng quickly summoned Ye Bingran and others to discuss countermeasures. Disciples gathered in the training field, their postures tall and straight from years of sword practice, each carrying a long sword on their back, their faces solemn and grave.
Compared to the Sword Sect, the Qinglin Sect was without leadership. Neither the Sect Master Ling Ye nor any of the immortal lords were in the sect. When the news arrived, they immediately fell into chaos, until Ling Ye’s disciple Ling Mushan appeared with the sect master’s token, giving everyone a pillar to lean on and gradually calming them down.
Subsequently, under the command of Ling Mushan and the elders, they began preparations.
The Demon Realm.
In a secluded place in the Demon Palace, surrounded by dark bamboo, quiet and peaceful.
Nan Yuequan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the soul-gathering platform he had prepared for years, causing some ripples in his eyes.
Next, only Su Baiche was missing.
This person’s reaction had been quick, sensing something was wrong back then and immediately fleeing to the Demon Realm, but one could only escape temporarily, not permanently.
His brother’s true body could not allow others to usurp it like a cuckoo in another bird’s nest; it must be reclaimed.
Nan Yuequan’s fingers touched the soul-summoning banner. His heart suddenly stirred, and as if sensing something, he looked toward the horizon. In a moment, his subordinate brought news: “The demon beast Qiongqi has appeared in the Demon Capital, temporarily trapped in a barrier, with Emperor Di inside.”
“Foster father…”
Nan Yuequan’s fingertips paused, his brows gradually furrowing. “I’ll go to the Demon Realm. You guard the soul-gathering platform until I return.”
Having said that, he turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side of the Demon Realm, the sky above the Eight Cardinal Realms was filled with thunder clouds and pouring rain. Looking closely, the lightning striking down changed from streaks of red to gradually becoming black, all gathering at a cave dwelling.
In a cave not far from the dwelling.
A puppy with gray wings, sleeping soundly in a warm nest, suddenly opened its eyes while rolling over and darted out of the cave entrance.
Soon, a figure came to report news of the Demon Capital.
Ao Yue’s face changed drastically. He wiped the rainwater from his face and quickly walked toward the cave dwelling. However, halfway there, he looked at the color of the clouds in the sky and showed hesitation.
He hesitated at the entrance for a long time, then gritted his teeth and retreated.
The Evil Ghost Immortal Lord better hold on! At this critical moment of blood awakening, rashly interrupting Zhou Xuanlan might mean he’d collapse before even reaching the Demon Capital!
And at the storm center, the Demon Capital, under Qiongqi’s rampage, the flourishing city instantly became ruins.
Outside the barrier, the gloomy crowd, mostly scared away by Qiongqi, made the various mountain peaks spacious.
Ling Hua, pulling Yao Mengyue, spotted a cyan-robed man alone in the distance. They hurriedly rushed through a line of panicked people. “Sect Master!”
Ling Ye’s gaze fell on the Demon Capital. Without looking back, he removed the barrier to let the two in.
Ling Hua pulled Yao Mengyue behind him while asking, “Sect Master, what should we do next?”
Ling Ye said: “Wait.”
He pointed to the barrier. “The most formidable person is inside. We can only wait.”
In a place adjacent to this mountain peak, the various demon kings had different expressions, all contemplating silently. The peak was extraordinarily quiet, as if even the air had solidified.
At this moment, a panicked figure appeared, scanning everyone, shouting, “You’re all here, where’s Father King? Where did my Father King go?”
Amidst the chaos, no one paid attention to Heng Feican, allowing him to frantically search around. “Where’s Father King? He didn’t get out, did he? Has anyone seen my Father King? Say something!”
Soon, seemingly receiving news, Lin Du, who had been by Heng Jiuyin’s side for years, appeared with a solemn face and took him away. When asked where Heng Jiuyin went, he remained silent, infuriating Heng Feican into cursing, only quieting down after being subjected to a silencing spell.
Heng Feican’s commotion gave the demon kings something to think about, but soon, their attention returned to the Demon Capital.
Inside the barrier, a blinding light appeared, explosively releasing extremely powerful spiritual energy that swept through the barrier toward everyone.
But the oncoming spiritual energy didn’t inspire fear. Within its sharpness was a gentle calmness, making the cultivators enveloped in it feel as if they were in a vast, quiet spiritual sea, with an indescribable sense of peace and comfort.
The panic on everyone’s faces gradually dispersed, replaced by excited expressions.
“This spiritual energy… Emperor Di! It must be Emperor Di!”
“Emperor Di really came. There’s hope, there’s still hope!”
“Don’t be afraid! Emperor Di will surely subdue the demon beast! Don’t be afraid!!”
…
“Hmm? Afraid?”
On the ancient tree enveloped in a faint golden light, Di Yunyu inserted the phoenix feather in the small Nascent Soul’s hair, noticing the face in his hand was icy cold, without color.
He said: “The demon beast is just large in size. In human form, it’s nothing special.”
Shen Liuxiang shook his head.
It wasn’t fear of the demon beast, but the layers upon layers of dark clouds in the sky, like mountains pressing down, blocking sun and sky, making it hard to breathe, as if thousands of lightning tribulations were about to descend.
He reached out, grabbed Di Yunyu’s sleeve. “Qiongqi can’t break through the barrier for now. The tribulation is coming soon, isn’t it? Father Emperor, please leave quickly and find a stable place to face the tribulation.”
Di Yunyu lowered his gaze to the two small hands gripping his sleeve tightly, the ten fingers exerting so much force they were turning white.
He was silent for a moment, then said: “No need to worry. There’s still time.”
Having said that, he slowly withdrew his sleeve from the delicate, small fingers and created a protective barrier around Shen Liuxiang.
“Stay here and don’t leave. Even a god couldn’t harm you.”
Shen Liuxiang’s face paled. He wanted to reach out again, but Di Yunyu’s figure suddenly disappeared, reappearing in the air. Simultaneously, a voice reached his ears, “If you fear the enormous creature, use magic to transform it into human form. Watch carefully.”
Shen Liuxiang’s eyes widened slightly. He saw the wide sleeve he had just grabbed moving without wind. Di Yunyu’s hand revealed a golden talisman. His tall figure swayed slightly, and in an instant, he stood atop Qiongqi’s head, bending one knee to press down the talisman.
Immediately, the terrifying giant demon beast let out a deafening roar. Its black wings trembled, and it fell from the sky to the ground, transforming into the shape of a man.
Qiongqi had silver hair reaching the ground. His face was covered with ferocious, twisted demon markings. Although his features were distinct, his true appearance couldn’t be clearly seen. The clothes unchanged for four hundred years hung tattered on his tall, robust body. His arms were bare, and his red eyes stared at Di Yunyu.
“You again!!!”
In the lightless abyss, Qiongqi had waited day after day for a full four hundred years. Having finally broken through the seal, he unexpectedly found that the first person he saw was the one who sealed him underground years ago—the person he wished to devour flesh and bone, inch by inch, to alleviate his hatred.
Like a nightmare, Qiongqi feared…
Yet was also delighted—Di Yunyu’s cultivation had actually weakened!
“Your power has weakened, yet you still come seeking death. I shall grant your wish!”
Qiongqi formed a fist with one hand. The spiritual energy in the air condensed, as if becoming solid, then was torn apart by the fierce spiritual power overflowing from between his fingers. With a force capable of shattering mountains and rivers, he struck at the white-robed, golden-crowned figure.
This attack, containing centuries of hatred, was immensely powerful, blocking Di Yunyu’s escape routes.
It arrived in an instant—!
Unfortunately, it still hit nothing. Di Yunyu flashed away, his black hair floating lightly in the wind, saying unhurriedly: “My cultivation has indeed decreased, but it’s still enough to deal with you.”
He had thought that after being imprisoned for four hundred years, Qiongqi might have repented. Who knew he would show no remorse and instead become even more vicious.
With such a strong inclination for slaughter, he couldn’t be spared.
A cold light flashed in Di Yunyu’s eyes as he raised his hand, and a strike fell.
Boom—!
Amid the chaotic explosions within the barrier, a small figure silently walked out of the protective shield, leaped down from the tree branch with a face as pale as paper, and hurried to the edge of the barrier without stopping.
Separated by a layer of barrier stood two figures.
Shen Liuxiang’s eyes lowered slightly as he cast the Star-Shifting Technique on the Nascent Soul. He hadn’t gone to such lengths to leave his Nascent Soul behind just to keep Di Yunyu from being bored.
With the barrier obstructing, magic cast on anything inside would hardly be effective. But the Nascent Soul was different—its connection with its true body was extensive. If close enough, even the largest barriers couldn’t prevent a connection, allowing for position exchange at will.
Shen Liuxiang appeared inside the barrier, dizzy from the impact of the turbulent spiritual energy waves. He steadied himself, adapted for a moment, then looked back at Xu Xingchen, nodded, and disappeared.
“Be careful too—”
After shouting this, unsure if Shen Liuxiang had heard, Xu Xingchen bent down to pick up the small Nascent Soul, which had collapsed limply on the ground after being away from its true body for too long.
His gaze inadvertently swept over something in the hair, paused for a moment, and then his eyelids lowered as he transferred some spiritual power to the Nascent Soul.
Above the Demon Capital, black clouds had unknowingly formed a deep vortex. Incandescent lightning flashed, ranging from needle-thin to python-thick. Deafening rumbles like waves rose one layer higher than the next.
On the ground, vast stretches of forests were razed to flatness.
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