Sacred Hall Life Realm

The Demonic Figure "Monk Qu Qiao", the Demon Minister "Wenren Miedao" and "Blood Fiend Ancestor" are all top-tier powerhouses among the transcendent beings. Each of them possesses immense power, with numerous strong members within their clans. Furthermore, they wield supreme authority, and their officials and disciples, who rely on their power, are spread throughout the Demon Kingdom and even across Various Life Realms.

It can be said that any expert, army, or resource that can be mobilized has the strength to conquer an entire habitat on their own. Most Lord of Life Realm are subordinates to them and need to pay tribute and curry favor.

But even such formidable individuals, and three of them at that, when they came together, were utterly defeated.

Mo Duanfeng, who witnessed the battle firsthand on the inner side of the Withered-Prosperous Belt, was unable to shake off the shock for a long time.

When Li Weiyi, Tang Wanzhou, and Nangong arrived, it was two days after the battle had ended.

In the small underworld where the Demon Kingdom's altar was located, the ground was filled with ragged, shackled members of the sinful race, who were preparing for the sacrifice. Their eyes were either vacant or confused.

The altar was not destroyed; the excitement of surviving a catastrophe.

Being in the Netherworld of the Departed, trapped in the Withered-Prosperous Belt, there is no escape; ultimately, death still comes.

Li Weiyi looked at the hundreds of thousands of humans before him. They huddled together like a flock of sheep, relying on each other's body heat to ward off the bitter cold, and most of them were on the verge of starvation.

"Splash!"

Mo Duanfeng continued to swing his sword, slicing through the chains binding them.

Li Weiyi, Tang Wanzhou, and Nangong Jiang distributed all the food from the bag.

Upon seeing the three of them arrive, Mo Duanfeng sheathed his sword and walked over, his face covered in sweat and his arm twitching slightly.

He said, "The elders of the Ancient Years Clan have already gone to gather food, and it should be sent back soon. There are many troublesome things in the world, and I never like to deal with them, as I always feel troubled. But the life-and-death situations and the plight of the lonely and weak right in front of me are truly impossible to ignore."

"Old Mo, why are your hands shaking?" Li Weiyi asked.

Mo Duanfeng smiled wryly, "If you keep swinging your sword for two days, you'll tremble even more than I do. Even fighting Gu Zhenxiang didn't make my hands tremble."

All three were deeply moved.

Tang Wanzhou asked, "What about the Gu Zhenxiang?"

"He escaped before the elders of the Ancient Years Clan arrived, and using the Earth-grade Boundary Bag, he took most of the troops guarding the altar with him." Mo Duanfeng's eyes revealed admiration and praise, without any regret that no opponent had escaped.

Li Weiyi asked, "You fought, what was the outcome?"

"Well, this person is extremely intelligent, almost like a demon. As soon as the battle outside the Withered-Prosperous Belt broke out, he deduced that a powerful Ancient Years Clan would arrive, so he chose to retreat immediately," Mo Duanfeng said.

Li Weiyi said, "A top scholar should have such judgment. The outbreak of battle outside means that the Ancient Years Clan no longer needs to hide and can eliminate all enemies in the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin without any scruples. Gu Zhenxiang's ability to escape is a testament to his skill."

Mo Duanfeng said, "So, he was in a retreating mindset at the time, and had no intention of fighting me. I unleashed the first six of my Duanfeng Seven Slashes, all of which he deflected. He didn't give me a chance to unleash the seventh slash before fleeing far away, challenging me to a duel at the Carefree Capital next year's results announcement ceremony."

"He could neutralize the Fengfu Emperor Blade without taking any damage?"

Tang Wanzhou found it unbelievable.

The people present all knew the power of the "Fengfu Emperor Blade," which not only shattered Chu Yutian's Taiyin Battle Soul with a single strike, but also broke the Blood Pool Silver Sea.

Very few martial artists of the same cultivation level could withstand that single strike and survive.

As Mo Duanfeng's cultivation reached the Fourth Realm, the power of his strike had risen to an unknown level.

Mo Duanfeng: "The Fengfu Emperor Blade is the sixth of the Duanfeng Seven Slashes. In an instant, it drains all the magical energy of the entire Wind Mansion, unleashing its strongest attack. The first five slashes, on the other hand, drain the magical energy of the five seas respectively."

"The seventh strike, the Zutian Immortal Blade, I mastered it after breaking through to the Fourth Realm, comprehending its essence within the Chun Clan Cocoon. Once unleashed, it drains all the ancestral energy from the heavens in a single strike; either the enemy dies, or I perish."

Even with Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou's martial arts talent, they looked at each other in disbelief, never expecting Mo Duanfeng's seventh strike to be so domineering.

If it is truly that terrifying, even if Gu Zhenxiang were invincible, he might not be able to withstand it.

"In my opinion, this seventh strike shouldn't be so easy to execute, right?" Tang Wanzhou knew all too well what it meant to drain all the ancestral energy in one move.

Mo Duanfeng smiled without saying a word: "You, Tang Wanzhou, will soon catch up and become the biggest rival of me, Gu Zhenxiang, Shenji, and others. I dare not tell you the truth. But Brother Weiyi, you've really kept your secrets well hidden."

"Why am I here again?" Li Weiyi asked.

Mo Duanfeng solemnly said, "The Great Palace Master's appearance and attack on the Demon Kingdom's army is enough to explain a lot. I've been thinking about this for two days, and I really can't understand how the Ancient Years Clan managed to persuade her to join."

"Furthermore, please tell me, do you two really have ten Demon Minister -level experts in the Lingxiao Shengjing?"

The group of four headed towards the Withered-Prosperous Belt.

They channeled their magical energy into their eyes and peered outside.

Through the thick, grayish-white fog of curses, the devastated scene outside could be vaguely seen. The glazed flames had been burning for two days and still hadn't died down, turning the area into a fiery wasteland with rivers of lava.

The ground was littered with armor and corpses, broken spears and flags, the earth was cracked, and mountains were collapsing—a scene of apocalypse.

One can imagine how astonishing the battle two days ago must have been.

Li Weiyi asked, "Old Mo, why are you so curious?"

"First of all, the Lingxiao Shengjing is far too remote and small, with almost no contact with the outside world, so please forgive my ignorance. In the past, I had only heard of the Great Palace Master's reputation, and I also vaguely knew that three female Palace Masters ruled a realm."

"Two days ago, I heard the Great Palace Master's deafening voice, as if it came from the heavens above." Mo Duanfeng spoke with great respect, then imitated Yu Yaozi's tone and said loudly, "Wenren Miedao, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of this Palace Master? You are a transcendent being of your caliber; the Lingxiao Shengjing could find ten of you."

It should be understood that a behemoth like the Demon Kingdom would certainly have more than ten experts of the level of Wenren Miedao, but certainly not many more.

If even a small place Lingxiao Shengjing can produce ten such beings, how could Mo Duanfeng not be astonished?

Li Weiyi silently calculated that Zen Sea Observing Mist, the Great Palace Master, the Third Palace Master, the West Sea King, Zuoqiu Xuanming, Tang Shituo, the Old Ancestor Zhu Men, the Lei Xiao Sect Master... these are undoubtedly top-tier transcendents, but it is not necessarily true that they can all reach the level of the Demon Minister.

"The Great Palace Master is merely a figurehead to intimidate the enemy. Ten is a bit of an exaggeration. Five, perhaps, there should be at least five," Li Weiyi said.

Tang Wanzhou said, "Old Mo, the Lingxiao Shengjing is isolated at the southernmost tip of Yingzhou, yet it hasn't been swallowed up by the Netherworld of the Departed and the Demon Race. Don't you think that in itself is a symbol of strength?"

Mo Duanfeng looked thoughtful, then nodded seriously, a sense of awe rising in his heart for the mysterious habitat in the Far South of Yingzhou.

Suddenly, Li Weiyi thought of something, "Outside the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin, the Great Palace Master must act swiftly to prevent powerful figures from the Ancient Ye City, the Seven Grievances Plain, and other Netherworld Realms from interfering. The Sacred Hall Life Realm is probably the real battleground."

The image of Zen Sea Observing Mist flashed through Li Weiyi's mind, but she wondered if she was there.

After the elders of the Ancient Years Clan arrived, the four of them immediately headed towards Chun City, preparing to travel to the Sacred Hall Life Realm via the Spatial Teleportation Array.

They just left.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Outside the Zone of Withered-Prosperous Belt and Flourishing Life, on the vast and boundless dark land, a mighty aura of corpses surged forth.

A giant taller than the mountain emerged from the corpse energy, wearing a wide purple robe with Daoist patterns. His facial features were decayed, and his long hair fell down on both sides of his face, radiating brilliance like a celestial waterfall.

His body emanated a chilling, bone-deep aura of death, enveloping the land for miles around and extinguishing the shimmering flames in the shattered battlefield. He murmured, "Huang Yuyao, even the Yin Buddha Louse couldn't suppress her? It seems she's only one step away from becoming Emperor Mind Master!"

"Boom!"

With a flick of his arm, the Giant Spirit Corpse King unleashed a rusty battle sword, striking down without any fancy moves, towards the Withered-Prosperous Belt.

The moment he touched the Withered-Prosperous Belt, the figure of the Years Ruin Empress appeared in the gray-white mist, several times taller than him, as if she had grown into the universe!

Many cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

The Giant Spirit Corpse King immediately fled to avoid the backlash of the Time Curse.

"We can already dodge it; it seems the curse has indeed weakened considerably."

Ancient boundary markers have been unearthed throughout Yingzhou, not only in the living environment but also in the Netherworld of the Departed.

Those boundary monuments are all named after the word "zhou".

According to an analysis by Martial Path Son of Heaven- level expert, before the Netherworld enveloped the world, Yingzhou once had an extremely glorious kingdom that divided the world into provinces for governance.

The Sacred Hall Life Realm ranks fifteenth among the fifty-eight medium-sized habitats in Southern Yingzhou.

With an estimated population of over two billion, it occupies the territory of eighty states.

The Ancient Years Clan is the most powerful, living in seclusion in the mountains of western Habitat. They only send a portion of their clansmen to establish the "Holy Hall," which serves as the Imperial Court of Habitat, and together with the Three Great Billion Sects and the seven major ten- Myriad Gate Families, they govern the world.

It is precisely because the Sacred Hall Life Realm is powerful enough and has a large population that even with the strength of the Demon Kingdom, it is extremely cautious to launch a war, and it must obtain irrefutable evidence before it dares to take action.

The Ancestral Mountain of the Ancient Years Clan is isolated from the world. Four Heaven Law Earth Spring are located in the sky, while three others are situated in three valleys. The mountain is perpetually filled with magical energy and mist, nurturing thousands of precious and refined medicines.

Fruit trees bearing all sorts of rare Spirit Fruit, along with birds and beasts, can be seen everywhere.

A stream flows gently, a spring gusts forth; the cliff face glows with rosy clouds.

A magnificent and imposing architectural complex, with pavilions, towers, palaces, and red walls, sits atop Heaven Law Earth Spring valley.

Li Weiyi, Tang Wanzhou, and Mo Duanfeng stayed here and sat in an octagonal pavilion on a cliff, drinking together. They could see young martial arts practitioners coming to the valley below to cultivate one after another.

They were all full of energy and powerful in cultivation; none of them were below the Dao Seed Realm.

Mo Duanfeng said, "In the past century, with control over the resources of the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin, the Ancient Years Clan seems to have cultivated a large number of young experts. Such a vibrant and prosperous scene is rarely seen even in the Holy Capital."

"But it was precisely because they were too eager to cultivate young experts that the information was leaked. The Ancient Years Clan is the largest power in the Sacred Hall Life Realm, but not the only one. If it weren't for the intervention of the Great Palace Master and the Lingxiao Imperial Court, they wouldn't have survived this calamity," Tang Wanzhou said.

"Any help always comes at a price."

Mo Duanfeng looked at Li Weiyi meaningfully. "Brother Weiyi, even now, you're still planning to hide it from us? You've been working so hard in the Ancient Kingdom of the Years Ruin, was it for Nangong? Was it the Great Palace Master's decree? What grand scheme is the Great Palace Master playing that has even alarmed the Sacred Son of Heaven!"