C1562 The World Was Shocked!
A phoenix's cry sent shockwaves across the world.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Elemental Mountain, Secluded Sun Mountain, Yang Mountain, Quill Mountain, Phoenix Mountain, Yang Mountain, and Dark Sun Mountain.
The seven towering peaks of the Mountain of Flames shook violently. Rings of dark red, scarlet, deep red, and orange spiritual energy waves emanated from the mountainsides, attempting to coalesce into a protective barrier.
Regrettably, as the mountains trembled, the waves of light were nullified, vanishing into thin air.
The Primordial Yang Sect's protective barrier failed to manifest its intended power—it hadn't even fully formed.
Then, a vast expanse of deep purple sea slowly swallowed up Secluded Sun Mountain where Yuwen Hao was in deep cultivation.
All practitioners of the Primordial Yang Sect, gazing upon the demonic Qi and endless blood energy of the purple sea, felt an overwhelming oppression, making even breathing a struggle.
Upon realizing the significance of the deep purple sea...
Those cultivators nearest to Elemental Mountain began to vomit in agony, overwhelmed by the intense stench of blood.
They cried out in their sacred grounds, invoking the names of Han Miaoyuan and Lin Daoke, pleading for salvation.
Xu Jingyao, disheveled, rushed from his meditation chamber, his face etched with despair as he witnessed Secluded Sun Mountain being consumed by the purple blood energy.
"How has it come to this? How could this happen?"
He sobbed uncontrollably.
Cultivators of the Primordial Yang Sect, just like him, were scattered across each mountain peak, weeping bitterly.
Those who wished to approach Elemental Mountain, to make one last desperate effort, were restrained by the sect's elders, forbidden from moving an inch.
For they knew what the formidable purple sea of blood signified.
It signified the Demon Phoenix, a symbol of invincibility.
...
In the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, the Oracle Divine King was suddenly jolted from his grand temple and soared into the sky, surpassing the confines of the Heaven Sealing Soul Transformation Formation. He looked gravely towards the Heavenly Source Continent.
Next to him, an evil stone statue, hewn from the Sword Prison, hung suspended in the void.
The Oracle Divine King, born of the Outer Star River and adhering to that philosophy, focusing on physical fortitude, sensed the overwhelming demonic energy that seemed to engulf the vast expanse. His face darkened as he realized, "This is her power?"
The statue, with a benevolent expression, inquired softly, "How do you feel?"
"I finally understand why even the Chaos Roc is suppressed in the Ember Waters," Tianqi said, taking a deep breath, his voice tinged with difficulty. "In terms of sheer flesh and blood energy, she is the strongest I've encountered in my lifetime. She surpasses even the Starry Behemoths that we are aware of."
"Ever since that supreme entity fell into the vastness, she has been hunting Starry Behemoths across the world," the Ruins Divine King spoke of the Demon Phoenix with a sense of oppression. "Her continuous self-improvement comes from the demise of these Starry Behemoths. You realize now that we need to think strategically and long-term, don't you?"
Tianqi nodded gravely.
...
At the Babel Chamber of Commerce.
Jun Chen and Zhongli were initially stunned, then turned their attention to Lvliu, who had just returned from the Absence Relic.
Fong Zhong and Zhou You were equally astounded.
"She, she..."
As the new leader of the Ancient Desolate Sect, Zhongli had an acute sensitivity to the vitality of the human race.
The more he pondered, the clearer it became to him how formidable the energy emanating from the Primordial Yang Sect was. He had never sensed such intense flesh and blood energy in any creature, whether within the vast expanse or beyond.
"It's her."
Lvliu nodded, clearly troubled.
Suddenly, he considered that the other 'him' in the small glass bottle Yu Yuan had given him might prove useful in the future.
"What in the world happened at the Ascension Mountain Range? Why did she want to kill Yuwen Hao?"
Zhou You was frantic, itching to rip through space to check out the parliamentary valley and then the Primordial Yang Sect.
But he dared not.
"The vast expanse is likely on the cusp of a major upheaval," Fong Zhong murmured.
...
At the entrance to the valley in the Ascension Mountain Range.
Following a cry of the phoenix, everyone's faces turned pale, and their piercing gazes fixed on Man Hu's face.
No one had anticipated that the Demon Phoenix would target the Primordial Yang Sect during the assembly.
She had no intention of consulting with anyone; she openly launched an attack on Yuwen Hao.
Her stance was crystal clear...
Since the Qilin won't be returning and you, Han Miaoyuan, are pressuring me to relinquish a divine seat, I'll just eliminate Yuwen Hao to claim it.
And she had already taken action!
No one could fathom her thoughts. Before she struck, nobody anticipated she would act so unreasonably and tyrannically!
Lin Daoke, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, indifferent to the proceedings since the meeting began, suddenly opened his eyes at the sound of the phoenix's cry and immediately stood up.
Lin Daoke, who perpetually carried a single sword, narrowed his eyes and gazed towards the Primordial Yang Sect.
His gaze was icy, brimming with a desire to fight.
A sword intent so pure it seemed to split the heavens surged from the top of his head, instantly cleaving through the misty expanse of the Ascension Mountain Range and transforming into a silver-white beam of light that caught the attention of all beings.
The beam halted high above the Ascension Mountain Range, its aim fixed on Elemental Mountain.
In that moment, all formidable beings, whether or not they could see the silver-white light from the Ascension Mountain Range, sensed something.
A sword was suspended in the expanse above, poised to strike at any moment.
It could target anyone!
No matter where the intended target might be, no matter how well it was concealed, the sword would find and strike true.
"Lin Daoke!"
Countless people were moved, their unease palpable.
This was especially true in the northern Quietus Continent, home to the Demon Palace, where nearly every Ninth Level Demon King felt as though they were staring death in the face...
Yet, they were acutely aware that they were merely collateral; the sword's true target was not them.
"Stop!"
Emerging from the Profound Dao Flag, Han Miaoyuan's true form grasped Lin Daoke's shoulder with a grave look and urged, "Hold back for now!"
Lin Daoke's expression chilled, his displeasure evident as he cocked his head, waiting for an explanation.
Tension hung heavy at the entrance to the deep valley, with every formidable cultivator from all corners feeling the weight of the moment.
They all understood that a cataclysmic battle could erupt in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the ferocious Sky Tiger was the epitome of calm, immovable as a mountain.
His demeanor was serene, as though he was fully prepared to weather any storm that came his way.
As a representative of the Demon Palace and a member of the Demon Race, he was resolute. Should the Demon Phoenix come under attack, he would disregard the consequences and stand his ground against all the humans present until the bitter end.
Even in the face of death, he would harbor no regrets.
Zu Ann and Youyu simultaneously turned their gaze to Mo Baichuan.
Mo Baichuan, a delegate of the Primordial Yang Sect, was visibly shaken. The sorrow and helplessness in his eyes were apparent to anyone who looked at him.
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on Han Miaoyuan.
No words were necessary; his facial expression and demeanor said it all.
He was imploring Han Miaoyuan to ensure Yuwen Hao's survival.
Qin Luo of the Red Devil Sect was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.
For millennia, the Primordial Yang Sect had been the arch-nemesis of the Red Devil Sect, primarily due to Yuwen Hao's presence, which had kept the Red Devil Sect from rising to prominence and prevented them from producing a supreme being for many years.
Yuwen Hao was like an insurmountable mountain looming over the Red Devil Sect, seemingly impossible to overcome with their strength alone.
This mountain, being a human Primordial Spirit, possessed endless life. Before Qin Luo, all the leaders of the Red Devil Sect had either fallen in battle or succumbed to old age, none able to challenge Yuwen Hao's dominance.
Even the proud Qin Luo acknowledged that without Yuwen Hao's demise, victory would be exceedingly difficult.
But now, the supreme being of the Demon Palace had taken action, casting a shadow over Elemental Mountain. Based on Qin Luo's limited knowledge of the Demon Phoenix and the tales he'd heard...
Without external intervention, Yuwen Hao's defeat was certain, and the mountain would surely crumble!
Once Yuwen Hao perished, his path on the Divine Flame would be vacated, paving the way for Zhou Cangmin to seize the opportunity and ascend to divinity when the time was ripe.
Thus, the two Divine Roads, long dominated by the Primordial Yang Sect, would fall under the control of the Red Devil Sect.
The status of the Primordial Yang Sect and the Red Devil Sect was on the brink of reversal during Qin Luo's era!
He was the sole individual among the humans who yearned for Yuwen Hao's demise.
Moreover, he was aware that Tan Xiaotian of the Devil Palace had long admired him and held Yuwen Hao in contempt, especially for Yuwen Hao's cowardice and inaction.
Qin Luo was quietly exhilarated and brimming with anticipation.
"Tan Xiaotian."
As Han Miaoyuan emerged from the Profound Dao Flag, he placed a hand on Lin Daoke, signaling him to stay calm. Then, with a sudden shout, he fixed his gaze on the thick darkness.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The impenetrable darkness began to churn violently, undergoing a rapid and chaotic transformation.
It was as if hundreds of dark Dao principles had morphed into countless black threads that converged in a flash.
Then, in a blink, the darkness vanished.
A striking young man in black, levitating off the ground, materialized before them.
His black hair, longer than his stature, cascaded down his back and would have swept the ground had he not been suspended in midair.
"What a nuisance," he grumbled, gathering his lengthy hair and securing it at his waist like a coil of black rope, ensuring it wouldn't interfere with the impending battle.
"Lin Daoke, you alone are insufficient. With my assistance, we should be formidable enough."
Tan Xiaotian, who rightfully belonged in the Outer Star River, had arrived in his true form.
He rolled up his sleeves and chuckled mischievously, "I've been hounded by Cadorath, Barol, and the Asura King across the Outer Star River, barely grasping an unripe divine seat. Toiling day in and day out, only to discover a fire in my own backyard."
"Zhu Zhen has perished, and Yu Zhu, with her half-demon lineage, surely had a hand in this. I refuse to believe otherwise."
Tan Xiaotian, eyeing the Sky Tiger, smiled and remarked, "We've both made significant contributions to the divine seats that follow Hao Lin. To be precise, my contributions far outweigh yours! I can understand the Demon Palace's desire for the divine seats, but to pilfer them directly from me? That's hardly honorable, is it?"
"The divine thrones were all claimed through my own battles. By what right do you attempt to seize them?"
His gaze, fierce and unyielding, turned toward Youyu.
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