Liuyun, Why Is the Top of Your Head Pointy?

"Is this the fucking Demon Realm? Is this really the fucking Demon Realm?" Jin Guang had completely lost his composure.

Though fully equipped Xuan Xin Sect Disciples stood behind him, with even their shoe insoles covered in talismans, he still felt powerless.

The vibrant yet violently explosive Golden Demonic Energy and the bone-piercingly cold Purple Demonic Energy, like deathly chills pouring forth from the opened gates of the Nine Netherworlds, had mixed together to form demonic fog so thick one could not see a hand before one's face.

The boundless demonic fog constantly broke through the defenses of their talismans and magical artifacts, invading their bodies at every moment.

Had they not been fully armed, the disciples behind him would have turned into human demons the instant they stepped inside.

The lowest kind, without minds or consciousness.

"Fall back! Everyone below the Xuan Xin Four Generals, any disciple whose cultivation is insufficient, fall back!" Yan Chixia shouted.

The environment here was even worse than the surroundings of the Netherworld Spring's source he had encountered before.

Jin Guang could not even spare the attention to rebuke Yan Chixia for overstepping his authority despite no longer being Sect Master.

"Damn it, did that demon brat Qiye move the Netherworld Spring into the Demon Realm?" Yan Chixia anxiously spread out a talisman formation, momentarily overlooking the fact that Zhuge Liuyun had not left as ordered.

"No, something is wrong here. This isn't the Demon Realm." Yi Xi, who had remained silent ever since entering the Demon Realm, suddenly said, "This is... this is Sword Forging City, the Sword Forging City where Mo Xie, Gan Jiang, and I were born and raised."

"And it reeks of Gan Jiang everywhere. We're inside his body! This city is alive!"

"Inside Qiye's body?" Hongye had already crouched