Demon Evil Assault

Just as Yang Zhengshan met with Wu Wei Zheng, a sword qi that shot into the heavens suddenly erupted from the northern part of the Wanhua Mountain Range.

The sword qi stretched a thousand zhang, piercing straight into the clouds.

Its Sword Intent surged vast and mighty, sweeping across a thousand li.

One Giant Bone Pillar after another suddenly shattered, turning into heaps of white bones. Dense Yin Energy soaked the mountains, while clear Yang Energy descended from the ninth heaven.

Warm radiance fell upon the deathly still mountains in an instant.

Though life had yet to sprout, the heavy Yin Energy was slowly driven underground by the Yang Energy.

In several decades, or perhaps a century, these deathly still mountains would regain their flourishing vitality.

Yet that sword had not only severed the Giant Bone Pillars. It had also destroyed the Wuchang Ghost Sect's Blood Pools and Golden Core cultivators within the valley.

Hun Ji stared in terror at the youth holding a longsword in midair. Behind her lay three corpses.

Ming Gu of the Soul Hooking Hall, Yi Shang'an, and Shangguan Jie!

After Li Shanghun and the others from the Soul Refining Hall had been slain by White Jade Capital, the Soul Hooking Hall had taken their place and guarded the northern Wanhua Mountain Range.

Hun Ji had originally feared that Yang Zhengshan would slaughter his way over from the Southern Region. Yet Yang Zhengshan had not come. Instead, a terrifying Sword Cultivator had arrived.

That sword had been terrifying beyond measure.

She lowered her head to look at her arm. Had she not dodged quickly enough, she too would have been slain by that sword.

"Where is Chang Buzai?" Heavenly Sword True Monarch slowly descended, looking at Hun Ji.

"Who are you?" Hun Ji asked fearfully.

"Who am I? Hehe, I am Heavenly Sword!"

"Heavenly Sword!" Hun Ji was stunned.

She knew something of that title, but the person bearing it should not have possessed the strength of that sword.

In her memory, Heavenly Sword True Monarch had merely been a pitiful man who had died of old age.

But she quickly recalled what had happened to An Wusheng and the others.

"Hidden Sword Mountain! So it was you!"

Hun Ji drew a deep breath, her heart filled with bitterness.

What kind of monsters were these?

An obscure nobody like Yang Zhengshan was actually a Half-step Entering Dao powerhouse, while a Sword Cultivator who had died centuries ago had actually revived—and he too was a Half-step Entering Dao powerhouse.

All of a sudden, Hun Ji felt that this world was utterly unfamiliar, filled with discrepancies from everything she knew.

Just as Hun Ji was considering how to flee, a figure slowly condensed behind her.

Heavenly Sword True Monarch looked at the figure without rushing to attack, merely waiting quietly for the other party to form a corporeal body.

"You came!"

"Weren't you looking for me?" Chang Buzai stared at Heavenly Sword True Monarch with a livid face.

"Hehe, that's right. I was looking for you! Do you dare fight me?"

"Junior, you are far too arrogant!"

Heavenly Sword True Monarch burst into laughter. "I'm arrogant! I should be no match for that Yang Zhengshan, should I? Hahaha, I don't believe you haven't exchanged blows with Yang Zhengshan!"

He had never met Yang Zhengshan, but Yang Zhengshan was no stranger to him.

Whether it was Que Lingyu or Jian Changhe, both had mentioned Yang Zhengshan before him more than once.

Not long ago, he had also learned that it was the Yang Family that had blocked the Wuchang Ghost Sect's army from advancing south, so he had looked further into Yang Zhengshan.

Junior!

Speaking of seniority!

Yang Zhengshan was the true junior.

He had lived for over three thousand years, whereas Yang Zhengshan was only three hundred years old.

At the mention of Yang Zhengshan, Chang Buzai's expression turned even uglier.

In his heart, when it came to arrogance, Yang Zhengshan was absolutely the most arrogant of all.

A junior who had only just advanced to Half-step Entering Dao actually dared challenge an ancient existence like him. He was Extremely Arrogant!

What enraged him even more was that Yang Zhengshan's Dao Intent Divine Ability actually restrained him. Not only had this caused him to suffer greatly at Yang Zhengshan's hands, it had also made him deeply wary of Yang Zhengshan.

He had been forced to shrink the Wuchang Ghost Sect's defensive line in the Wanhua Mountain Range.

"Since you seek death, I will grant your wish!"

In an instant, black Death Qi surged toward Heavenly Sword True Monarch like tidewater and storm clouds. Yet such probing tactics posed no danger whatsoever to Heavenly Sword True Monarch.

Sword qi soared into the sky, and the Death Qi that had gathered in an instant was immediately scattered by a slash.

The next moment, the two entered the Great Void and began a fierce battle.

Within the murky Great Void, Death Qi continuously gathered and dispersed, sometimes turning into chains, sometimes into cages, seeking to drag Heavenly Sword True Monarch into the abyss of death. Yet no matter what he faced, Heavenly Sword True Monarch answered with a single sword. If one sword was not enough, then he would strike with another.

As sword qi crisscrossed the Void, even the Great Void itself began to collapse.

Had this been the real world, heaven and earth would surely have overturned, and mountains and rivers been thrown into chaos.

The battle lasted several days. Other than the two involved, no one knew its outcome.

When Chang Buzai returned to Wuchang Land, there was an additional sword scar on his face. It stretched from his forehead all the way to his chin, even piercing through his left eye.

When Heavenly Sword True Monarch returned to Hidden Sword Mountain, he hugged his sword and slept unconscious for an entire year.

Neither of them died, but no one could say who was stronger or weaker.

Yet after their great battle, the situation in the Wanhua Mountain Range changed drastically.

Hidden Sword Mountain pressed forward all the way, driving the Wuchang Ghost Sect's Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets out of the Yunxiao Mountain Range, and even occupying Great Sun Mountain.

The Myriad Beast Sect followed along and picked up an easy gain, taking control of the Central Region of the Wanhua Mountain Range.

The Wuchang Ghost Sect could only huddle within the Northern Region of the Wanhua Mountain Range—and even then, only in a portion of that Northern Region.

After plotting for nearly a century, they had actually returned to their original situation.

This time, the Wuchang Ghost Sect had suffered a disastrous loss.

The Soul Controlling Hall, Soul Refining Hall, and Soul Hooking Hall had suffered heavy blows one after another. Chang Buzai had been forced back twice in succession, making the Wuchang Ghost Sect appear incomparably weak, with none of its former prestige remaining.

Yet the Wuchang Ghost Sect was not the most miserable. The already-destroyed Tianji Pavilion and Wanhua Demon Court were the truly miserable ones.

Of course, something even worse was yet to come.

In the third year after Chang Buzai and Heavenly Sword True Monarch's battle, over a hundred ugly Demon Evils rushed into the North Sea and slaughtered their way into the heartland of the North Sea Demon Court. More than thirty Demon Kings and four Demon Venerables of the North Sea Demon Court were all killed, while the North Sea Demon Emperor disappeared as well.

From that day onward, the North Sea Demon Court no longer existed in this world.

Once the news spread, the entire Myriad Flower Domain was plunged into turmoil once more.

It was even more shocking and horrifying than when the Tianxian Dao had destroyed Tianji Pavilion.

Although the Tianxian Dao's destruction of Tianji Pavilion had taken everyone by surprise, they could still accept it. After all, the Tianxian Dao's power was known to all.

But Demon Evils emerging from the Land of Reincarnation to destroy the North Sea Demon Court was simply incomprehensible.

Throughout the history of the Myriad Flower Domain, there had never been a record of Demon Evils escaping from the Land of Reincarnation.

Yet this was only the beginning.

Another three years later.

Wuchang Land.

The ghostly Wuchang Land had now become an enormous battlefield. Countless Yin Soul Generals and Yin Soldier Blood Puppets fought desperately within Wuchang Land.

Encirclement after encirclement tightened around them. They faithfully carried out Chang Buzai's orders, seeking to eliminate every Demon Evil that had invaded Wuchang Land.

But those Demon Evils broke through the encirclement time and time again, drawing closer and closer to Wuchang Main Hall.

This was an unfair war.

Nearly a hundred Demon Evils meant nearly a hundred Golden Core cultivators.

Like savage beasts, they continuously slaughtered the Yin Soul Generals and Yin Soldier Blood Puppets.

No matter how numerous the Yin Soul Generals and Yin Soldier Blood Puppets were, they could not stop their charge.

These Demon Evils had no Spirit Artifacts or Spirit Treasures, nor did they possess Divine Path Intent. But they had fangs and claws, powerful bodies, bodies immune to all techniques.

Neither Yin Energy nor Sha Qi could inflict any real harm upon them.

It was as though every attack was futile before them.

Chang Buzai looked at the two figures ahead of him, his face as black as charcoal.

"Why did you come out of the Land of Reincarnation?" he demanded coldly.

"Why? Hehe~~" Jade Crown chuckled. Its laughter was sharp and piercing, enough to make one's heart tremble and mind descend into panic.

"Because someone released us! Hehe, I came to invite you. Join us!"

Chang Buzai frowned deeply. "Join you?"

"That's right. Become our companion! We want more companions!"

Chang Buzai roughly understood what it meant. To join them and become their companion likely meant becoming a Demon Evil.

"Who released you?"

"Guess!"

Chang Buzai dearly wanted to scold someone. No—what he wanted even more now was to kill someone.

At a time like this, the other party was actually playing such a childish game with him. This was mockery, humiliation, contempt!

Chang Buzai had never been so enraged.

Even when facing Yang Zhengshan's provocation and Heavenly Sword True Monarch's challenge, he had never been this furious.

"You all deserve to die!" he roared through gritted teeth.

"No, we will never die!"

Wuchang Land was destroyed. Countless Yin Soldier Blood Puppets were torn into pieces and scattered chaotically across the dim earth, while innumerable Yin Soul Generals became pure soul power, drifting through the darkened heaven and earth.

It was not only Wuchang Land. The Corpse Sea and Ghost Island also suffered the same fate. Cracks in the Void filled the sky, wantonly devouring their spiritual qi.

The Grotto-Heavens that had once been steeped in Death Qi were now utterly deathly still.

Whether Ghost Kings or Golden Core cultivators, none remained.

Only three shattered Grotto-Heavens remained, resembling hell itself.

The Wuchang Ghost Sect had been annihilated!

By the time Yang Zhengshan learned this news, another year had already passed.

Standing before Longevity Palace, Yang Zhengshan stared blankly at the clear Sky Vault.

"The North Sea Demon Court, the Wuchang Ghost Sect... who will be next?"

"What exactly lies within the Land of Reincarnation?"

"Who allowed these Demon Evils to leave the Land of Reincarnation, and who made these Demon Evils destroy the two great factions?"

His heart was filled with too many doubts, along with an unprecedented anxiety.

The destruction of the North Sea Demon Court and Wuchang Ghost Sect was enough to make everyone feel threatened, especially the great factions.

The smaller factions, on the other hand, would not worry about this, because they were not even qualified to be destroyed by such terrifying existences. Perhaps they would never even learn that these events had occurred.

"They won't come to White Jade Capital, will they?" Su Mei asked softly.

Yue Yao and Yunxiao beside her were also filled with worry.

Everyone feared for their own safety—this was the truest portrayal of the present.

"I don't know." Yang Zhengshan shook his head. Too many things had happened in recent years, leaving him unable to see through the situation before him.

The suddenly emerging Demon Evils had exceeded everyone's expectations and shattered all their understanding.

The existence of Demon Evils was not a secret. Every great faction knew something about the Demon Evils within the Land of Reincarnation, but their knowledge was limited to the Demon Evils that remained there—not Demon Evils that had walked out of the Land of Reincarnation.

"What should we do, then?" Yue Yao's heart trembled. She was truly afraid.

She had never seen a Demon Evil, but she had heard of their terror.

Demon Cultivators and Demon Evils seemed to have some connection, but in truth, they had nothing whatsoever to do with one another.

Demon Cultivators were merely Strange Beasts that had cultivated. Though some Demon Cultivators were extremely brutal, they were living beings, and the higher their cultivation, the closer they became to humans.

Demon Evils were entirely alien, unlike any other existence.

Although they were transformed from Immortal Cultivators and Demon Cultivators, they had long since lost their True Spirits and their selves, leaving behind only a trace of residual self-awareness.

They were also unlike Ghost Cultivators. Though Ghost Cultivators could forget memories of their former lives, their True Spirits remained unchanged. Ghost Cultivators were merely a transformation between life and death.

Demon Evils, however, were more like a flaw in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Their very existence was the greatest flaw in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

They were all worried.

But Yang Zhengshan suddenly said, "I am going into seclusion!"

"Seclusion!" Everyone Looked at Each Other.

At a time like this, he was entering seclusion?

"Have the people at the Forward Outpost Base all withdrawn?" Yang Zhengshan ignored their confusion and merely asked calmly.

He had originally intended to turn the Southern Region of the Wanhua Mountain Range into White Jade Capital's territory. But the changing situation had exceeded his expectations, and he could only change his mind, abandon all his prior plans, and seal off the Life Realm Immortal Palace once more.

"They have all returned," Xuan Zhen replied.

"Mm. I will seal off the Life Realm Immortal Palace. During this time, cultivate in peace!"

Yang Zhengshan turned and entered Longevity Palace, leaving everyone behind at a loss over what to do.

"This old man will also enter seclusion. As it happens, I have gained some insights recently!" Yunxiao shook his head and returned to his own Yunxiao Palace.

The others also dispersed one after another.

It seemed that sealing off the Life Realm Immortal Palace was also a good way to avoid a Demon Evil attack.

Grotto-Heavens drifted through the Great Void, making them difficult for outsiders to find.

In that way, it seemed they no longer needed to worry.

But that was merely their own belief. So long as anything existed, it would inevitably leave traces and inevitably be connected to other things.

Being difficult to find did not mean there was truly no way to find it.

It could not be found only because they did not understand certain things, or because their cultivation was insufficient, or because their knowledge was inadequate.

Yang Zhengshan entered seclusion.

The entire Life Realm Immortal Palace quieted down, and everyone seemed to have entered seclusion as well.

Yu Qingyi was still comprehending the Path of Spirit Bestowal, Yang Mingcheng was still undergoing Core Formation, and Yang Jizhen had also begun seclusion for Core Formation. Yunxiao, Xuan Zhen, and the others had followed suit and entered seclusion as well.

However, their seclusions had all been expected. Yang Zhengshan's seclusion this time, on the other hand, had come suddenly.

For the past few years, he had always felt that something was off with him.

He would often stare blankly at something.

It was as though he saw many things—many things difficult to comprehend. He seemed to have grasped something, yet he did not know what it was.

"What is that?"

Inside the quiet room, Yang Zhengshan stared at the stone door, lost in a daze.

His eyes, which should have been incomparably deep, were now utterly vacant. His pupils seemed unable to focus, much like those of a blind man with open eyes.

Naturally, he was not looking at the stone door, but at that hazy space.

He simply kept staring, staring without end.