The Demonic Path's Destruction!

Within the main hall, Limitless Demonic Venerable wore an extravagant black robe embroidered with intricate demonic patterns traced in gold and silver thread. His figure was imposing, his face stern and majestic, and his eyes radiated an air of supremacy over all beneath heaven.

He gazed ahead. The magnificent palace was lit bright as day by blazing demonic flames. A long red carpet stretched from the palace entrance all the way to the main hall, and rows upon rows of demonic guards in heavy black armor stood along both sides. They stood ramrod straight, their faces cold and severe, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

At the end of the red carpet, Mo Youtong, dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, slowly approached amid the crowd's escort.

Mad Blade Demonic Emperor, Imperial Universe Demonic Venerable, Sky Burning Demonic Lord, Chaos Reversing Demonic Owl... countless great figures whose mere stomp could make the entire Demonic Path tremble were now seated harmoniously in the guest seats, smiling as they witnessed the wedding.

Limitless Demonic Venerable's gaze burned hot. As he looked at Mo Youtong, what he saw was not that exquisite, ravishing body, but supreme glory and a future of ruling as king and hegemon.

As someone who had risen above the rest within the Demonic Path's world of mutual slaughter, Limitless Demonic Venerable had long since lost interest in such petty love and affection.

What he craved was supreme power and status.

His purpose in marrying Mo Youtong was to unify the Demonic Path, to use her special constitution in search of a chance to break through to the Mahayana Stage, to counterattack the Righteous Path, to occupy the Nine Provinces, and to become an unparalleled overlord beneath heaven!

Just wait. Those Righteous Path fools who thought they could sleep soundly without a care. Limitless Demonic Venerable thought, your good days are about to end!

At this moment, the bride finally arrived before him.

Limitless Demonic Venerable took her hand and smiled faintly at her. The bride returned his smile. At that instant, Limitless Demonic Venerable felt an incomparable thrill.

As though he had grasped a dazzling future in his hand.

Just then, a streak of white light shot in from outside and struck Mo Youtong. She did not even have a chance to struggle; her Tribulation Stage Peak soul was annihilated on the spot.

"Eh?" Limitless Demonic Venerable froze.

The next moment, the white light abruptly moved, sweeping across the entire palace in an instant.

More than eighty percent of the demonic cultivators present died on the spot.

The remaining demonic cultivators fortunate enough to avoid being struck immediately realized what was happening and roared.

"It's an ambush!"

"Run!"

The great demons each unleashed their signature techniques, trying to flee the place.

But the white light swept on without end, never pausing for even an instant.

No one escaped.

Watching the tragedy unfold before him, Limitless Demonic Venerable first stood dumbstruck as a wooden chicken, then flew into a towering rage—before turning and fleeing at once!

Yet the moment he escaped the palace, another beam of white light descended from the sky and pierced straight through him.

Fu Chiying, watching from above, felt his entire body go numb.

Somewhat dazed, he said, "Um... I think you just killed Limitless Demonic Venerable."

"Oh." Chu Lu replied casually, continuing to attack the demonic cultivators with the Demon Slaying Mirror to ensure no one escaped.

Fu Chiying's feelings were complicated at the sight.

He had thought Chu Lu had come to snatch the bride, and had even smugly treated Chu Lu's answer as an excuse. Yet who would have thought that he would pull out a mirror and slaughter the demonic venerables cleanly?

He said he had come to slay demons and eliminate evil—was he actually serious!?

—What the hell was that mirror?!

After a while, Chu Lu confirmed that he could no longer sense a single aura before putting away the Demon Slaying Mirror.

"That's about it. Let's go," Chu Lu said.

"Huh? Go where?" Fu Chiying asked with a blank, foolish look.

"Didn't you say ninety percent of the demonic venerables had gathered here?" Chu Lu said. "Then of course we're going to find the remaining ten percent."

Fu Chiying's mouth slowly fell open, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

—Did he really intend to wipe out every last demonic cultivator?

An absurd thought suddenly arose in Fu Chiying's mind.

—Could it be that I am about to witness the extinction of the demonic cultivators?

Over the following month, Chu Lu traveled throughout the Endless Wilderness, rooting out and killing the demonic venerables who had escaped disaster by not attending the wedding, one by one.

During this time, Righteous Path cultivators would occasionally come charging over in an imposing manner, shouting about a Great Demon and the like as they sought to crusade against Chu Lu. He killed them off in passing as well.

Thud.

Another demonic venerable collapsed limply to the ground.

"Sect Master Luo," Fu Chiying said, "this is the last demonic venerable."

"Is that so? It's finally over." Chu Lu let out a sigh of relief.

"Then..." Fu Chiying said cautiously, "the matter is finished. May I leave now?"

"Mm. Goodbye." Chu Lu turned the Demon Slaying Mirror and shone it on him.

Fu Chiying collapsed limply to the ground as well.

"Alright, the Demonic Path is dealt with. Next, let's head back to the Nine Provinces and take a look around." Chu Lu put away the Demon Slaying Mirror and headed toward the Magic Severing Array.

Within two days, he returned to the formation and found it exactly as it had been when he left. He could not help marveling at how durable the thing was.

He then flew forward, but the moment he passed through the formation, the sight before him gave him a fright.

A huge crowd of cultivators stood ahead. They wore identical Daoist robes, their expressions incomparably solemn, as though they were on a pilgrimage.

But the instant they saw Chu Lu, their faces changed. They became wildly excited and immediately moved toward him.

Seeing this, Chu Lu thought, Were they waiting to ambush me outside the formation? Sigh, fine. Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish.

He drew his sword and was just about to attack when the person flying at the front suddenly stopped, bowed respectfully to him, and shouted, "Welcome, Holy Lord!"

"Huh?" Chu Lu froze. Before he could say anything, it was as if some chain reaction had been set off.

The cultivators behind that person also shouted, "Welcome, Holy Lord!"

Their voices crashed over him in wave after wave.

Chu Lu was dumbfounded.

Later, once both sides had calmed down from their excitement, a cultivator who appeared to be the leader stepped forward and invited Chu Lu back to the Sacred Sect to rest, while explaining what had happened. Only then did Chu Lu understand the full story.

The root of it all lay with the group of Inquiry Sword Sect cultivators Chu Lu had spared back then. After discovering the rumors spread by the Heavenly Profound Immortal Sect, they had taken the initiative to help clear Chu Lu's name.

Unfortunately, they were too few and too weak to accomplish much.

But as Righteous Path sects came to crusade against Chu Lu time and again, only to be wiped out to the last man time and again, the situation gradually began to change.

First, it became impossible to silence them. Second, more and more people began to believe them.

And, strangely enough, the first to believe them were precisely the victims of the various Righteous Path sects—for example, the survivors of the Heavenly Profound Immortal Sect, the survivors of the Myriad Laws Sect, and so on.

They had originally hated Chu Lu to the bone, but they could not defeat him. They could only sink into the draining torment of their own helplessness.

Then the Inquiry Sword Sect cultivators told them that the true masterminds behind everything were the upper echelons of those famed righteous sects. At once, their fury blazed to the heavens, and they prepared to settle the score in reverse.

It was difficult to say whether the rage in their hearts truly came from believing the Inquiry Sword Sect cultivators' words and being furious that they had been deceived, or whether they simply wanted to vent their hatred and escape the depths of despair, and thus changed targets without hesitation.

In any case, this wave of reckoning marked the opening of the Righteous Path's civil war.