Cihang appeared directly within Hundred Flowers Valley.
Once again, he had been sent straight out of Western Kunlun's main peak. However, unlike Yuanshi, who had been full of hostility, the Queen Mother of the West had not harmed him.
Cihang did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he repeatedly recalled his audience with the Queen Mother of the West.
The Queen Mother of the West's final attitude and words left Cihang deep in thought.
He was certain that the Queen Mother of the West bore him no ill will. Her request that he remain in Western Kunlun to cultivate had been intended to protect him.
Was the calamity clinging to him real as well?
Given the Queen Mother of the West's cultivation and realm, she would not speak carelessly.
Cihang knew very well that after he had refused Yuanshi, the cultivators of Eastern Kunlun would not simply let the matter rest.
It was not that Yuanshi himself would do anything, but the outer disciples attached to Yuanshi and the wandering immortals of Kunlun would not let him off.
Kunlun was vast and boundless. Apart from its main peak, many cultivators cultivated within its mountain ranges.
Even though the Sanqing had never acknowledged them, they had always regarded themselves as Kunlun cultivators. They would not pass up such an opportunity to curry favor with Yuanshi.
Yet the Queen Mother of the West had specifically mentioned calamity, making Cihang realize that this matter was not so simple.
When he thought back on what he had experienced after leaving Jade Void Palace, an understanding gradually arose in Cihang's heart.
"Even if I am insignificant, I am still an Innate Deity. I possess innate fortune to protect me. Under normal circumstances, all evils should avoid me, and a hundred calamities should retreat.
"Since calamity has now descended upon me, my fortune has clearly been damaged!"
"It seems this journey truly will not be peaceful!"
Cihang's expression turned solemn as well.
Fortune was ethereal and impossible to trace. The original Cihang naturally would have been unable to notice it.
But Cihang now possessed many memories of the future, as well as the insight of a Quasi-Sage. Naturally, it was not difficult for him to infer the truth.
"Cihang thanks Your Ladyship for your protection and guidance!"
Cihang once more bowed toward Western Kunlun.
With his damaged fortune, calamities were bound to come one after another. The reason he had been able to recover from his injuries so smoothly this time was mainly because he had accidentally entered Western Kunlun and received the protection of the Queen Mother of the West's fortune.
Otherwise, even with the foresight granted by his memories, he would likely be fleeing in a wretched state by now.
"Calamity? Then this time, I shall face it head-on, shatter the calamity, and transform it into fortune!"
Knowing full well that his fortune had been damaged, Cihang still rode his escape light toward the outside of Kunlun Mountain.
His fortune had merely been damaged, not dissipated.
As long as he overcame this calamity, not only would his damaged fortune recover, it might even improve considerably.
Moreover, he was no longer severely injured. He had already recovered and broken through to the Mysterious Immortal Peak.
If he could not even overcome such a minor calamity, how could he speak of controlling his own fate?
Cihang flew for dozens of days before finally leaving the bounds of Kunlun.
It was at that moment that he completely confirmed his conjecture.
Previously, concealed by Kunlun's overwhelming fortune, Cihang had noticed nothing.
But the instant he stepped beyond Kunlun, a suffocating feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
"So soon? Has the consequence of fortune's backlash already arrived?"
Before long, a dense demonic aura came speeding in from the distance.
"They are not wandering cultivators of Kunlun, but the demon race!"
Cihang raised his brows in surprise.
"Hm? He is actually an Innate Deity at the Mysterious Immortal realm!"
The demons also noticed Cihang and swiftly surrounded him.
"What do you demon race fellow cultivators mean by this?"
As he spoke, Cihang examined them. Though these demons numbered several thousand, their leaders were three demon generals at the Mysterious Immortal realm.
"I, Chiyan of the demon race, greet you, fellow cultivator. May I ask if you are a Kunlun cultivator?"
A Mysterious Immortal demon general clad in a crimson robe stepped forward to speak with Cihang.
Although the demon race was now powerful, there were still many existences they could not afford to provoke.
For example, Kunlun Mountain not far away.
"No. Cihang is merely a wandering immortal."
Cihang answered calmly, with no intention of concealing his identity.
"You are actually a wandering cultivator? In that case, why not join our demon race?
"Our demon race is currently in need of talent. With your cultivation, if you join us, you will certainly be valued. That is far better than cultivating alone.
"What do you think, fellow cultivator?"
Chiyan's words carried arrogance and forcefulness.
The demon race had only recently been established and was currently gathering territory and powerful cultivators everywhere.
"Thank you for your kind offer, fellow cultivator, but Cihang has no intention of joining the demon race. If you have no other business, Cihang will be leaving now!"
He had not even joined Western Kunlun, so naturally he would not join the demon race, which was destined for destruction.
"Have you considered this carefully, fellow cultivator? Are you truly refusing the demon race's invitation?
"You should know that if you join the demon race, you and I will be of the same kind. If you refuse, then we can only be enemies!"
Chiyan's attitude changed instantly, his threat unmistakable.
The other demons also brought out their spiritual treasures.
The demon race was indeed expanding aggressively at this time. Regardless of their origins, they welcomed all comers.
At the same time, the demon race was incomparably domineering, fully adhering to the principle that those who submitted would prosper, while those who resisted would perish.
"Yes, I am certain."
Cihang raised the Glazed Pure Vase, and silver and violet light instantly enveloped the demons.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
In an instant, cries of agony rang out without end. Then the demons could no longer even remain airborne and fell to the ground one after another.
The next moment, the Pure Vase released a hazy clear light that instantly drew all those demons inside.
The moment he encountered the demon race, Cihang had known that this matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully.
The demon race was powerful. He would not wait for them to strike and leave himself at a disadvantage.
As for the two-colored light, it was Moonlight Divine Water and Starlight Divine Water.
Unlike the precious Three Lights Divine Water, the Pure Vase contained a great quantity of Sunlight, Moonlight, and Starlight Divine Water.
Moonlight devoured souls, while starlight seized spirits—perfect for dealing with demons whose physical bodies were powerful.
In an instant, of the several thousand demons, only the three Mysterious Immortal demon generals remained standing. They each brought out spiritual treasures to resist the Pure Vase's devouring force.
"Bold! You dare attack the demon race!"
"Damn it! What exactly did you do?"
"You are courting death!"
"You lack the strength for that!"
With a gesture of Cihang's hand seal, the Glazed Pure Vase's suction force surged dramatically. In an instant, it drew in the three spiritual treasures and severed their connection to their owners.
At the same time, the Willow Branch transformed into a long whip and lashed toward the three of them.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With their primordial spirits injured, Chiyan and the other two had no ability to fight back and were instantly suppressed by Cihang.
The Willow Branch left behind countless afterimages, carving wound after wound across their bodies.
At the same time, a force of vitality flowed toward the Willow Branch.
Compared with their external injuries, the vitality they were losing was truly fatal.
"Damn it! We are of the demon race. Do you dare attack us without fear of the demon race's retaliation?"
"Stop! If you stop now, it is not too late. Otherwise, do not blame me for being ruthless. The demon race is not something a wandering immortal like you can provoke!"
"No! You cannot kill me! I am the son of Demon King Chiyu. If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"
Under the Willow Branch's attacks, Chiyan and the others went from furious curses to weak pleas for mercy.
"Once enmity has been forged, will sparing you resolve anything?"
Cihang raised the Glazed Pure Vase again and directly drew the three heavily injured men, who were on the verge of death, inside.
Afterward, he swept his palm out and disrupted every trace of their aura before riding his escape light away.
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