C979 The Demonic Seed's Worry
Yu Yuan stood amidst the clouds, his deep, dark eyes gazing down upon the insignificant figure of himself on the ground.
Elsewhere, another Mighty Spirit King, encircled by several female demons, waved his hand with detached indifference. Each gesture unleashed black flames that pierced through the "Soul Trap" laid by the demons, rendering their secret arts useless.
The assailant of Yu Yuan was merely a special avatar of the Mighty Spirit King.
The demon spear, ablaze with black flames, underwent a transformation as the gleam in his eyes shifted. Three massive devil wolves, also wreathed in dark flames, seemed to split from the spear, converging on Yu Yuan in a single moment.
Crack!
The space above Yu Yuan's head, as well as before and behind him, fractured like a shattered mirror. The three devil wolves emerged in unison, their size, stance, and biting assault perfectly synchronized as they targeted Yu Yuan's chest, back, and skull.
Yu Yuan, clutching the grey-and-white Dragon Slash Platform primarily used for the burial of the Space-time Dragon, abruptly opened his eyes. With a serene countenance, he lifted the platform.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
Above him, as if three unseen "Spacetime Secret Gates" swung open, an aura of desolation, darkness, and coldness seeped through.
One by one, the menacing figures of the devil wolves began to vanish as if being slowly swallowed by the void.
The Mighty Spirit King in the void grunted, his hands swiftly forming an ancient demonic seal. He procured three drops of essence blood from another Mighty Spirit King and infused them into the seal, imbued with the power to navigate past, present, and future. In a low demonic chant, he commanded, "Return."
Clusters of black flames flickered around Yu Yuan like countless dark eyes that, after millennia, had at last found their path home.
The dark flames coalesced, writhing like living tissue, reforming into a demonic spear as tangible as flesh and blood.
The Artifact Soul within the spear conveyed its sentiments to the Mighty Spirit King, suffused with the essence of a long-awaited reunion.
The two Mighty Spirit Kings, their expressions stiffening, beheld Yu Yuan from their respective vantages, their gazes laden with gravity and astonishment.
In mere moments, the Artifact Soul within the spear revealed it had been adrift in an uncharted, lifeless, and energy-devoid realm for what could have been a century.
"In the blink of an eye, a century had passed."
The cultivator from the Devil Palace, at the Unrestrained Stage, fell into silence as he gazed once more at the Dragon Slash Platform that Yu Yuan held aloft in his firm grip. The platform's enigmatic power had thrown space into disarray, casting a dark shadow over his heart.
He resolved then and there to delegate the task of dealing with Yu Yuan to another.
Sudden screams of impending death pierced the air.
The Mighty Spirit King glanced over to see numerous disciples of the Fiend Sect and Voodoo Cult falling as they attempted to slay Shi Yuxuan, Qin Yun, Qi Yunhong, and Lulu.
An ancient, rustic green armor, seemingly adorned with numerous sinister green eyes and shrouded in dark soul energy, covered a Soul Wandering Stage expert. When the green armor departed, the Fiend Sect expert was devoid of life.
A yellow lantern, fueled by dark soul energy, burned with a twilight flame atop the head of a Voodoo Cult disciple. The lantern lingered but a moment before leaving the disciple's soul utterly consumed by the flames.
An old crone, cloaked in black so deep it seemed to swallow the soul, wept unseen.
Three practitioners from the Filthy Spirit Sect clutched their ears, bleeding from every orifice, until they breathed their last.
Silver chains wove through the ranks of the Ghoul Glyph Sect, their experts suddenly clasping their own throats. Gradually, they choked the life from themselves.
The Mighty Spirit King's gaze shifted to the horizon.
Hundreds of Evil Devils, arrayed in a sinister vortex, engulfed a Yang God Stage cultivator from the Devil Palace. The Yang God and Yin God struggled to escape, only to burst apart upon leaving their corporeal forms, devoured by the chittering Evil Devils.
Elsewhere, similar arrays of Evil Devils mercilessly struck down practitioners from the Primordial Yang Sect, Spirit Void Sect, and others from the Devil Palace.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The colossal dragons of the Nagas collided with the nine palaces.
The Nine Heavenly Furnace lay dormant, unable to function. Cao Jiaze, who had been seated within one of the palaces, now stood with a grave countenance, watching the chaos of the rampaging dragons within.
Cao Jiaze's troubled expression spoke volumes, as he pondered over a solution to the turmoil.
The Profound Sky Sect was once the spearhead of assault, their formation of the Nine Heaven Palace Seals previously invincible, claiming the life of Quero, the leader with the ninth-level bloodline, in mere moments.
But now, the Nine Heaven Imperial Palace's might was nowhere to be seen. Cao Jiaze, Cao Yi, Guanghong, along with three other Unrestrained Stage cultivators and more from the Profound Sky Sect, found themselves entangled with the colossal dragon.
Elsewhere, the arrival of Zhongli and the clash between the Golden Elephant Ancient God and the Demon Gods allowed the trio of Demon Gods to break free.
The Mighty Spirit King's gaze shifted to another battlefield...
He observed that nearly all the formidable beings from the five greatest powers, along with their allies, could hardly claim to have the upper hand.
The battlefield was littered with the fallen from both sides—non-humans, humans, and demons alike.
The conflict was at a stalemate, with the likely outcome being mutual devastation.
"It's all Yu Yuan's doing!"
The thought struck him unexpectedly.
His eyes once again settled on the figure seated upon the Silvery Land, feeling a sense of alienation from Yu Yuan, as if he had never truly known him.
"I share that sentiment."
Zhou Cangmin of the Red Devil Sect, clad in white, paused before the Mighty Spirit King's spectral presence, his smile tinged with bitterness. "I've heard you've met Hong Qi."
The Mighty Spirit King, acknowledging the Demonic Seed who had distinguished himself in the starry realms beyond, replied, "Years ago, our paths crossed, but I wouldn't say we were acquainted."
"I haven't met Hong Qi, but I know Yu Yuan well." Zhou Cangmin stroked his chin, gazing into the twilight sky. "It seems everyone's on the brink of madness. Those who remain clear-headed are becoming increasingly rare."
"What are you getting at?" The Mighty Spirit King's brow furrowed.
"Relay to the one in the Devil Palace that this war, if it persists, will lead to severe losses on both sides." Zhou Cangmin's words carried weight as he gestured towards the shadowy chasm housing the Realm passageway. "Have you noticed? The once volatile passageway connecting us to the outer realms is swiftly stabilizing."
The Mighty Spirit King's shadowy form quivered as he echoed, "What are you trying to say?"
"Death. A multitude of deaths can mend the conduit linking to the Delude Devil Abyss," Zhou Cangmin stated with a grave tone. "That's my conjecture."
"Do you believe that once the Realm gateway is open, those 'visitors' from beyond will manage to depart with ease?" The Mighty Spirit King asked, astonished.
"No, that's not my concern," Zhou Cangmin replied, shaking his head. "I'm not worried about them escaping or seizing the chance to leave."
He paused briefly before adding, "A significant number have already perished here. If our aim is to ensure no new exchanges occur within the Boundless Land, I believe we've succeeded."
"Having fled back to the Delude Devil Abyss and the cosmos, they'll think twice before venturing here again," Zhou Cangmin asserted with conviction.
"What worries you then?" the Mighty Spirit King inquired, furrowing his brow.
"My fear is that something new might seize this opportunity to come forth," Zhou Cangmin declared emphatically.
At those words, the Mighty Spirit King's face took on a grave cast.
With a burst, the Grey Wolf King, furiously assaulting a palace, had its skull shattered, releasing a two-faced evil statue.
The Ninth Level Grey Wolf King collapsed into a pool of his own silvery blood, shimmering with a moonlit essence.
The evil statue, having departed from the Grey Wolf King, now revealed clarity on one side.
It was the benevolent, friendly aspect, radiating a light that seemed to soothe the soul.
The nearby dragons and the Profound Sky Sect's masters found an unexpected tranquility wash over them, their lethal Spiritual Spells and Dao Arts diminishing in force of their own accord.
In a trance, the dragons and the sect's experts gazed at the statue, their expressions blank.
