Demon

In the vast wilderness of mountains, filled with poisonous insects and strange snakes, miasma billowed into the sky. Occasionally, flocks of birds would fly overhead, only to be forcefully sucked up by giant snakes on the ground, with large numbers falling into their mouths.

This was the 'Eight Desolations Mountain', a desolate and treacherous region thirteen thousand miles away from the Great Luo Pill Dao, a place with very few inhabitants since ancient times.

Several Mountain Imps, holding wooden clubs, drove away the poisonous insects that kept baring their sharp fangs at them, while cautiously heading in the direction where the heavenly lightning had just struck.

These Mountain Imps, about six feet tall, were the overlords of the mountain forests within a radius of hundreds of miles. They were usually unrestrained and notorious in these forests. However, for the past few days, they had been intimidated by a strange aura, hiding deep in their caves and not daring to show themselves. This unusual fear filled the hearts of these violent Mountain Imps with indignant rage. But the aura was too terrifying; even their simple minds vaguely knew that if they got close to it, they would die!

Out of fear of death, these Mountain Imps endured hunger and thirst in their caves for several days. On this particular day, they suddenly heard the sound of thunder in the sky, and the aura that had instilled fear in them vanished. The Mountain Imps rejoiced, believing that the heavenly lightning had pulverized the owner of the aura. They then gathered together, deliberately choosing the heaviest and sturdiest wooden clubs they usually made, and ambled out of their caves, heading towards the direction of the lightning strike.

Along the way, they violently smashed over a dozen fierce beasts that had accidentally appeared before them, trampled thousands of poisonous insects and snakes, and then worked together to tear a giant snake, over twenty feet long, into pieces. Carrying bloody chunks of meat, the Mountain Imps took a bite every few steps as they reached the spot where the heavenly lightning had struck.

This was originally a small valley, surrounded by seven strangely shaped hills, forming the shape of a skull. The Mountain Imps knew that this place was once inhabited by a fierce and brutal Great Roc, the aerial overlord of this region for a thousand miles. They and the overlords of the ground had always coexisted peacefully, neither able to do anything to the other, nor bothering to provoke each other. Seeing that the place where the heavenly lightning had struck was the Great Roc's valley, the Mountain Imps rejoiced again, chuckling as they approached the valley.

The small valley, originally about a mile wide and long, had now become a dark, bottomless abyss. The seven hills had been reduced to dust by the strike of the heavenly lightning, and the ground was covered with large, black pieces of glazed rock, formed from melted and solidified mountain stone. The hills within several miles of the valley had all split open, and cracks of various sizes, deep and shallow, covered the land, with wisps of black mist constantly drifting out. The Mountain Imps excitedly jumped over the cracks, continuously approaching the abyss.

"Ooooh~~~" The Mountain Imps finally reached the edge of the abyss. They jumped around the abyss with great excitement. The Great Roc was definitely dead. With such a large hole, wouldn't it be smashed to pieces? From today onwards, they, their brothers, would be the dual overlords of the sky and ground within a thousand miles, who would dare to challenge them?

"Roar! Roar!" One Mountain Imp excitedly swung its wooden club, roaring up at the sky.

Unexpectedly, joy turned to sorrow. This Mountain Imp swung its arms too forcefully, and the heavy wooden club, along with its body, tilted forward. With a mournful cry, it tumbled down the abyss. The other Mountain Imps were startled and let out terrified screeches, dropping their clubs and turning to flee, fearing they too might accidentally fall in.

The Mountain Imp that fell was roaring in despair when suddenly its body stopped abruptly, and it found itself suspended in mid-air. This strange event terrified the Mountain Imp, causing it to scream again, soiling itself. This was because it felt that aura, the aura that had kept them holed up in their caves for days, an aura filled with boundless evil, extreme malevolence, and the scent of death.

Two red lights appeared beside the Mountain Imp. Looking at the struggling Mountain Imp, the two red lights flickered, and a sinister voice suddenly whispered, "Damn it, I wanted to suck some blood, but it's such filthy stuff. Oh well, if it can't be food, it can be a slave. Such a large size, it must have some strength."

A line of red light pierced into the Mountain Imp's forehead. The Mountain Imp, which had been struggling frantically, suddenly froze. Two drops of blood-like tears dripped from its large eyes, and its pupils suddenly turned a strange, eerie crimson.

A mass of black mist rose from the ground, supporting the Mountain Imp and slowly flying it up out of the abyss.

The few Mountain Imps who had run less than a mile suddenly heard the roars of their brother. They looked back and saw the Mountain Imp that had fallen into the abyss standing on a mass of black mist, waving at them. These dim-witted giants immediately became happy. Their brother wasn't dead? They joyfully ran back, happily greeting the Mountain Imp with roars.

A few flashes of red light streaked by, and these Mountain Imps all had blood-like tears streaming from their eyes, their pupils turning a scarlet hue.

A young man with a pure and beautiful appearance, like a maiden of sixteen, with blood-red light flashing in his eyes, layers of blood waves churning within them, as if an endless sea of blood, suddenly appeared before the Mountain Imps. He was clad in a black robe, but it was as if it had been burned by fire, with holes and scorch marks everywhere.

The young man gently touched his bald head, sighing softly, "Such powerful Purple Thunder Heavenly Fire. If not for the rapid decrease in spiritual energy and the insufficient energy in heaven and earth to condense 'Demon Slaying Divine Thunder', this old ancestor would have been... Hehehehehe! Surviving this great calamity, it is only fitting that this old ancestor unify this realm."

Raising his head with a hint of loneliness, the young man looked at the hazy sky and sighed, "Do you know? I was merely sealed back then, but today I have brought your descendants utter destruction! Hehehe! According to those brats, the highest cultivation in the cultivation world now is only the Nascent Soul Stage? Nascent Soul Stage! What good is that!"

With an arrogant smile, the young man sighed, "Those who follow me live, those who oppose me die. This Heavenly Dao is nothing more than this principle."

In the far distance of the sky, hundreds of black lines, black lights, and black mist shot over densely. A group of cultivators, exuding rolling evil energy, flew rapidly and all bowed to the young man, saying, "We, juniors of the Yin Specter Sect, pay our respects to Old Ancestor Blood God. Congratulations to Old Ancestor for escaping this great calamity and returning to the human world!"

"Yin Specter Sect..." Old Ancestor Blood God sighed softly and said leisurely, "Yin Sanniang sacrificed her soul for this old ancestor back then. You are Sanniang's juniors, so this old ancestor will naturally treat you differently."

"Tell me! For the Great Luo Pill Dao that you plan to attack first, what preparations have you made?"

Old Ancestor Blood God smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Since we are to destroy the Great Luo Pill Dao, then let us destroy it." (To be continued)