The Demon Race Has Arrived

Four days later.

Li Weiyi, covered in injuries, stopped on the Beside the Great River, as vast as the sea, where the opposite bank was obscured.

We've arrived at the Tendou River!

The pale blue mist of the Tiandu River Nether Domain can already be seen. Standing here, with your eyes closed, you can sense time distorting. The inner and outer worlds are undergoing drastic changes.

Wisps of mist, like the silk threads of Time Cocoon, enveloped the surrounding world.

The river water is clear, and its flow is like a song.

Even at the edge of the underworld, life is bursting forth.

The wetlands along the riverbank are covered with delicate aquatic plants that shimmer and spread to the riverbed dozens of meters away from the shore, making the water near the bank look as dazzling as Starry Sky.

"Thump!"

Li Weiyi jumped into the waist-deep water, scooped up the icy cold water, and splashed it on his face. Instantly, his exhausted body and mind regained some refreshment and fighting spirit, and his tired eyes brightened again.

In the past four days, he has experienced six or seven major battles and traveled 20,000 to 30,000 miles.

They did not find Tang Wanzhou, nor did they encounter any other Lesser Yang Guard.

The good news was that the Taiyin Sect and the Departed Spirit Marquis had not captured or killed Tang Wanzhou.

There were also some bad news items, the veracity of which is unknown.

"Tang Wanzhou must have used some method to completely conceal her aura and hide away to heal her injuries. That's why I can't sense her location."

Li Weiyi removed the layers of tattered, blood-stained inner Blood Robe, collecting all the blood essence separately for another purpose.

Covered in wounds, he washed away all his fatigue and exhaustion in the water. Then, he put on the Provincial Governor's Official Robe and the three Magic Tool Battle Robe he had captured, and looked upstream on the Tendou River.

That place is the eight-hundred-mile-long underworld, spread across both banks of the great river.

The entire underworld was filled with ancient trees reaching for the sky, lush vegetation, and towering peaks, all shrouded in a light blue aura of the underworld, giving it an air of mystery and profoundness. Yet, it was also incredibly silent; any sound seemed utterly jarring.

After concealing himself, Li Weiyi darted into the jungle.

He held a whistle in his hand.

The image of Qing Ziqin appeared in his mind, and he wondered where she was hiding at this moment.

Nangong is mostly a descendant of the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin, carrying the burden of past national and familial hatred. Her upbringing and upbringing have subtly instilled in her a sense of wariness and suspicion towards everyone.

Li Weiyi didn't distrust her; rather, she was unwilling to accept a worse outcome.

At the Immortal Mist Sect Dongxu Camp, it was he who took the initiative to propose an alliance with Qing Ziqin.

Now, if she were to abandon her allies and leave Qing Ziqin alone in the Tiandu River Nether Domain because of a guess made by Nangong that she herself could not be sure of, she would be wrong.

This small incident reveals a larger truth: if one's mind is so easily swayed, one will surely be ambiguous and wavering on important matters as well.

Qing Ziqin may indeed have a problem, but he must verify it himself and give himself an answer. He cannot easily break his promise because of the dubious suspicions of others.

Upon reaching the summit of a mountain peak south of the Tiandu River Nether Domain, Li Weiyi blew his whistle.

The flute's sound wasn't particularly loud; rather, it blended into the sound of the wind.

Apart from the Sentinel Spirit Army and the Taiyin Sect, which is hostile to the Sentinel Spirit Army, other cultivators could not recognize that it was the sound of a flute.

Li Weiyi used a special secret code agreed upon with Qing Ziqin, the varying lengths of the flute music conveying the location and time of their meeting.

He then quickly left the mountaintop and hid ten miles away.

A moment later, Li Weiyi felt a strange chill run down her spine. She could not hear any sound, and there was no one in the direction of the mountaintop.

But he knew that the Taiyin Sect or the Departed Spirit Marquis must have come to the Tiandu River Nether Domain and were quietly sneaking towards the location from which the whistle was coming from.

The Tiandu River Nether Domain is the closest large underworld to the Fanye Valley Nether Domain, so it's perfectly normal for the Departed Spirit Marquis to pursue them here.

Li Weiyi carefully retreated and headed towards the location agreed upon by the whistle.

They're still hiding ten miles away.

They released Qi Feng.

An hour passed before Qi Feng returned at the appointed time. "No one has gone to keep the appointment."

Li Weiyi leaned against a thick, ancient tree, sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, feeling both worried and relieved.

It's contradictory.

The worry is that Qing Ziqin might have already met with misfortune, which is why she couldn't reach the Tiandu River Nether Domain.

She felt relieved because if she were truly as Nangong suspected, she should have already arrived in the Tiandu River Nether Domain. Hearing the whistle, she would have made it impossible for her not to keep the appointment.

"First, heal your injuries and restore your spiritual energy and mental power."

Li Weiyi held a Psychic Power Stars in each hand, and the ten springs within his body surged forth, channeling the liquid magic power from his divine palace to the wounds all over his body.

Three days later.

Concealment Formation in the dense forest.

Li Weiyi had regained his vigorous spirit and took out the boundary bags one by one to take stock of the spoils from the series of fierce battles in the past few days.

Including Luo Pingdan, he killed a total of nine Longevity Realm Giants, six of whom were at the Second Realm.

The losses were so severe, far exceeding those of the Lesser Yang Division. It was unclear whether this meant Chu Yutian had suffered another crushing defeat. Could he possibly explain himself to the powerful spirits of the Netherworld of the Departed?

The harvest included a large number of magical artifacts, as well as corpse pills, ghost pills, and bone pills.

What pleased Li Weiyi the most was that he harvested a large amount of Karma Fire, which he then put into a crimson gourd.

Reaching the fourth level of mastery in the Six Purifying Karma Cultivation is just around the corner.

Of course, he did suffer losses. The Longevity Golden Pill energy within the four Battle Corpse Puppet was severely depleted, and once exhausted, their combat power would be greatly reduced.

Li Weiyi decided to use it sparingly from now on, otherwise he would be powerless to fight against a true master.

"I'll cultivate in the Tiandu River Nether Domain for a while, and also search for the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow."

He has already condensed eighteen Psychic Power Stars, just one step away from the peak of the First Realm. Once he obtains the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow, he can nurture and condense his Ling Hui Soul an even faster pace, and then break through to the Second Realm of the Saint Mind Master.

As for the search, it was naturally entrusted to Great Phoenix, Second Phoenix, and Qi Feng.

At the same time, they also harvest Thousand-Year Elixir and Hundred-Year Precious Medicine.

A loud cry echoed from the depths of the Tiandu River Nether Domain.

Then, more noises arose.

Li Weiyi stopped condensing the Karma Fire, became alert, and stepped out of the Concealment Formation: "Such a strong Yao Qi."

Three Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor flew back, tossing three medicinal herb bags hanging around their necks to Li Weiyi, and eagerly reported, "Something's happened by the river; a great battle is about to break out."

"I heard a voice shouting 'Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow'! What exactly is Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow? I've never seen it before, how do I find it?"

"Flames burned the mountains, turning vast areas into ashes, and even the soil and stones turned to sand."

After collecting the three Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors, Li Weiyi concealed himself and headed towards the direction from which the Yao Qi fluctuations were emanating.

After traveling hundreds of miles, Li Weiyi arrived at the region that had been burned into a black desert. He was secretly alarmed when he saw a large number of Mars hidden under the black sand.

"This is... the Ash Region!"

Li Weiyi could already see the flames erupting from the body of that powerful Ember Spirit, its aura fluctuating intensely.

It stands on the Tendou River, like a black giant sculpted from wood ash, towering four or five zhang tall, wielding a simple, four-sided Ancient Spear resembling a metal pillar.

The surrounding land where it stood turned into sand and was engulfed in raging flames.

There were also six Demon Cultivator standing with it.

One of the young men, humanoid in appearance and dressed in simple, elegant clothes, shrouded in a cold mist, was none other than Bai Yeqing, the grandson of Bai Luan from the Western Demon Race.

Compared to a year ago, his magical energy has been completely renewed, reaching the Longevity Realm.

Like the Chang Yujian, it likely refined the Longevity Flower and the Dragon Soul Origin Light.

Facing off against the Great Longevity Realm experts of the Demon Race were Qingzao and Huo Tianming of the Taiyin Sect, as well as the boundless dark clouds that shrouded the opposite bank of the river.

A blood-robed ghost figure, as tall as a mountain, stood out prominently, exuding an unparalleled aura.

Both forces were staring at the pale blue, ghostly mist above the river.

Under the moonlight of time.

The spiritual energy of the underworld converged into an ever-growing vortex, within which condensed bright blue liquid light particles.

Bai Yeqing, of noble birth and exceptional talent, addressed the six powerful Demon Race members in a commanding manner. "Do not act yet. As long as the vortex does not dissipate, the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow will continue to condense."

On the opposite bank of the river, Huo Tianming, with a ring-shaped magical artifact hovering above his head, shouted with a smile, "The Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow and the Realm of the Netherworld of the Departed are ours! You'd better get lost, or you'll all become food for Lord Blood Mountain Marquis!"

The tall, blood-robed ghostly figure let out a roar louder than thunder.

The roar contained a strange power that could attack spirits.

Hidden some distance away, Li Weiyi experienced a brief moment of disorientation and shock, her heart filled with a mixture of fear and dread.

In the heat of battle, even a moment's lapse in concentration could be fatal.

No wonder Huo Tianming, with his cultivation and combat strength, respectfully addresses him as "Lord Blood Mountain Marquis." This Blood-Robed Ghost Marquis's strength is no less than that of the Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis.

The Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow something that can only be encountered by chance.

Li Weiyi secretly pondered the possibility of snatching food from the tiger's mouth and his strategy for action.

On the continent of Yingzhou, only when all the forces of humans, Demon Race, rice people, and other living beings are combined can they barely contend with the Netherworld of the Departed.

The Sentinel Spirit Army is merely a reconnaissance force assembled by the human race.

The Taiyin Sect was a force supported by the Netherworld of the Departed, specifically to deal with the Sentinel Spirit Army.

The Sentinel Spirit Army can challenge the Taiyin Sect, but using the Sentinel Spirit Army to challenge the Netherworld of the Departed is like using a small tree branch to support a mountain that is pressing down on you.

The vortex of nether energy above the great river was rotating at a slower and slower speed.

The condensed Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow, numbering around forty or fifty drops, was crystal clear and floated in the light blue mist.

"Do it!"

Qingzao and Bai Yeqing gave the order almost simultaneously.

Blood Mountain Marquis took a step forward, passing over Qingzao and Huo Tianming's heads, and stretched out a cloud-like hand to grab at the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow.

"Aww!"

With a Dragon Roar's roar that shook the surface of the Tendou River, a black serpent hidden at the bottom of the water shot up and spat out a bright beam of light that struck Blood Mountain Marquis's palm.

At the same time, a young man standing next to Bai Yeqing took flight, his body rapidly expanding into a giant Six-Colored Peacock.

The Six-Colored Peacock, possessing the bloodline of Ancient Immortal Giant Beast, had wingspans exceeding one hundred meters in length, and it too engaged in battle with Blood Mountain Marquis.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The magical energy, intentions, and Longevity Scriptures of all the powerful beings present collided, causing the water surface to explode, the riverbed to shatter, and the vegetation on both banks to turn to dust.

Both sides attacked simultaneously, some wielding magical artifacts, others employing Daoist techniques.

On the Demon Race's side, Bai Yeqing did not participate. The powerful Ember Spirit also stood on the shore, responsible for protecting Bai Yeqing and providing backup.

Bai Yeqing reached out with his fingers towards the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow from a distance, and a River of Mana Qi surged from his palm.

Before the River of Mana Qi could even get close, it was severed by Qingzao's sword, and the cold light of the Sword Qi flew back towards him.

"Bang!"

The powerful Ember Spirit swung his pillar-like spear, shattering the Sword Qi that flew towards Bai Yeqing.

"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself. Quickly seize the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow to prevent more of the Departed Spirit Marquis from arriving; their power is too great."

The Ember Spirit glared at Qingzao, roared, and stepped onto a path of light formed by converging Mars, rushing towards the Netherworld Soul Divine Marrow high above the river.