Little Seven-Star Sealing Art!

Upon hearing this, Little Flame pouted and muttered under his breath:

Tch~

What are you pretending for?

Yu Lan'er changed, and she glared angrily at Little Flame.

This guy keeps causing trouble, he deserves to be beaten!

The Feather Tribe Great Shaman seemed not to hear, and picked up another piece of Crystal Cake and took a bite.

A satisfied expression appeared on her little face.

Zhang Xuanchen patted Little Flame on the shoulder, signaling him not to say anything more.

Then he looked up at the Feather Tribe Great Shaman on the main seat and said:

"Senior, I have some doubts in my mind and would like to ask the Great Shaman for clarification."

Although the Feather Tribe Great Shaman already had a guess in his heart, he still nodded and said:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please speak."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanchen didn't beat around the bush and said directly:

"Most of the Demon Seed that appear in the Heavenly Dragon Sea Domain originated from the Ancient Forest and the Cloudmist Continent, right?"

The Feather Tribe Great Shaman nodded, "Yes."

The hall fell silent.

Zhang Xuanchen stared at him, his tone becoming more questioning, and continued:

Since the Great Shaman did not deny it

Why was it that when I was clearing away the Demon Calamity in the Heavenly Dragon Sea Domain, neither the Ancient Forest nor the Cloudmist Continent sent anyone to help me?

"Not even a single word of condolence."

"Is this something my Xuanqiong Realm owes you?"

Don't say you don't know.

Since you anticipated our arrival, it means you weren't entirely ignorant of the outside world.

Yu Lan'er raised her head, her expression changing. She really hadn't expected Zhang Xuanchen to be so blunt.

Just as she was in shock, Zhang Xuanchen's voice came again.

"Or are you saying you're unwilling to help in the first place?"

"If we owe you anything, please tell us directly, Great Shaman."

In this way, we won't harbor any resentment.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Main Hall fell silent, with only the faint sound of the burning Spirit Lamp remaining.

The Feather Tribe Great Shaman's hand, holding the Cream Cake, froze in mid-air.

He slowly uttered two words:

"No debt."

Zhang Xuanchen frowned slightly.

The Feather Tribe Great Shaman placed the Cream Cake on a jade plate, his voice lowering slightly.

"The Demon Calamity is a common disaster for us all, and has nothing to do with any debt we owe."

Our Feather Clan is aware of the danger the South Sea is facing from Demon Calamity.

I feel deeply ashamed of this.

"Our Feather Clan also wants to send people to provide support, but we cannot."

Upon hearing this, Little Flame immediately scoffed.

"Can't do it?"

It crossed its arms, glanced sideways at the Great Shaman, and snorted coldly:

"You're kidding me!"

"Including you, the Feather Clan has eight experts at the Nascent Soul or above."

If you say this represents the entire high-level combat power of the Feather Clan, this dragon will not believe you.

"This current explanation is simply too ugly."

Little Flame stepped forward, scoffing, "If you're afraid of dying, just say so. Why bother with this 'can't do it' nonsense?"

"That sounds disgusting!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan'er's expression darkened, and the White-Gold Spear immediately appeared in her hand.

The spear tip emitted a faint glow, and the temperature inside the hall dropped accordingly.

"How dare you!"

Yu Lan'er took a step forward, and the aura of Nascent Soul Peak instantly pressed down on Little Flame.

Just as the Little Flame was about to erupt, the Feather Tribe Great Shaman raised his hand, "Little Lan, step back."

Yu Lan'er gripped the spear tightly, her chest heaving a few times.

"The Great Shaman, he..."

"Step back."

Yu Cang's tone was not harsh, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Yu Lan'er gritted her teeth, withdrew her imposing aura, and stepped aside.

Little Flame snorted and said sarcastically:

"You think I'm afraid of you? If we really fight, I'll kill you within ten moves!"

Zhang Xuanchen raised his hand and pressed down on Little Flame's shoulder, "Little Flame."

"Understood, Brother Chen."

Little Flame verbally agreed, but his eyes remained fixed on Yu Lan'er, his disdain evident in his words.

The Great Shaman glanced at the Little Flame and said:

"Fellow True Dragon, please don't be angry. Little Lan is young and ignorant, please forgive her."

True Dragon Clan are extremely difficult to reproduce and their numbers are small.

Therefore, the strong members of the clan are extremely protective of their own. Now that the Secret Realm realms are showing one after another, if they provoke the True Dragon Clan...

The Feather Clan is doomed.

Seeing that the Great Shaman's attitude was fairly good, Little Flame waved his hand, "Alright, for the sake of our boss, I won't hold it against you."

Yu Cang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Zhang Xuanchen and sighed:

"Clan Leader Zhang, I understand why you are angry."

"If it were the Feather Clan facing Demon Calamity, and the South Sea Immortal Continent remained completely silent, I would also suspect that you were coldly standing by."

As he spoke, he stretched out one hand, and an ancient Array Plate appeared in his palm.

"I will show you something; after you have seen it, everything will be clear."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Array Plate left his hand and hovered in the center of the Holy Temple.

Immediately afterwards, golden array patterns spread out from the Array Plate, rapidly spreading along the ground, walls, and jade pillars.

Buzz--!

The Spirit Lamp in the Holy Temple went out simultaneously.

The next moment, a low tremor emanated from the space.

Zhang Xuanchen felt as if he lost all sense of touch beneath his feet. The surrounding palace pillars and Feather Clan Totem rapidly receded into the distance, and a dense Devil Qi pressed down upon him.

When their vision returned, they found themselves on an ancient altar.

Twelve black stone pillars Zhou Li this altar, their surfaces covered with cracks, within which wisps of dark red light are sealed.

Seven ancient cauldrons floated above the altar.

The seven ancient cauldrons are of different sizes, their bodies engraved with ancient Feather Clan script, and colorless flames burn beneath them.

The ancient cauldrons were connected by a seven-star chain, and atop each cauldron sat a Feather Clan cultivator.

Zhang Xuanchen glanced at them; six of them possessed profound auras and were all at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The Elder of the Feather Clan, who was at the head of the altar, sat at the very front. His hair and beard were all white, and his hands were forming a mudra. His cultivation level had clearly reached the Mid-stage Spirit Transformation!

Sweat was already beading on his forehead.

The skin beneath the robes showed streaks of dark red blood, as if the body's Qi and Blood had been forcibly drained.

"This is..."

The Great Sage, carrying his Golden Staff, gradually lost his smile.

Little Peach hid behind Zhang Xuanchen, her gaze fixed on the center of the altar, and whispered:

"Is this the Little Seven-Star Sealing Art?"

Zhang Xuanchen followed Little Peach's gaze to the center of the altar, where the space was locked by a huge sealing array.

Beneath the seal, over a hundred Demon Seed of various shapes and sizes were densely packed together.

Some resembled humans, some resembled beasts, some were nothing but a swirling cloud of Black Mist, and others had dozens of arms, their bodies constantly changing.

They do not have a complete shape.

The black Devil Qi around him gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered again.

Each change reveals a twisted and ferocious face.

A piercing scream emanated from beneath the seal, disturbing one's consciousness.

These Demon Seed frantically attacked the seal.

With each impact, the seven ancient cauldrons emitted a dull thud, and the runes on their surfaces lit up, reinforcing the seal.

Hehehehe...

Inside the altar, a wisp of Black Mist bearing three human faces stopped, condensing into a demonic eye that accurately turned towards the Great Shaman and his companions, accompanied by an eerie voice:

"Hehehe, Yu Cang, you've finally come to see this demon again."

I knew it, you miss me, hehehe...

Miss me!

"Just you wait, this seal won't hold me for long, hehehe..."

Just then, another wisp of Devil Qi transformed into a gigantic face within the seal, letting out a grotesque laugh.

"Yu Cang! The Devil Race army is approaching, and all the realms will ultimately fall under Devil Race rule."

"You Human Race and Demon Race will eventually become mere food for our beasts. Give up the struggle."

Your proud Primordial Great World has been utterly ravaged by my Devil Race army.

What can this tiny Xuanqiong Realm possibly use to resist?

Soon, our Devil Race's powerful warriors will be able to pinpoint the location of the Xuanqiong Realm..."

Hehehehe...