The Western Region Demon Court.
Inside the Demon Emperor Palace.
The sounds of stringed and wind instruments were deafening, and the decadent music lingered endlessly.
Dozens of beautiful fox spirits, draped in light veils, were dancing gracefully in the hall.
A man was leaning back, looking languid.
He wasn't ferocious-looking; on the contrary, he had a refined air about him.
If it weren't for the occasional Netherglow in his eyes, he would truly resemble a well-read scholar.
"Good!"
A beautiful fox spirit beside him quickly peeled a crystal-clear grape and fed it to him.
The Demon Emperor chewed slowly, the juices bursting in his mouth, and he let out a satisfied sigh.
Ever since that day, the blame has been shifted eastward.
Although I have never personally set foot in the Central Plains to see the devastation there.
But thinking about it...
It should be extremely wonderful.
That madwoman was Demon Saint from Spirit Mountain, with a lineage of Daoist traditions, and she left carrying with her an overwhelming hatred for the murder of her son.
And then there's that old beast, Li Qianyuan.
A coordinated attack from within and without.
Tsk tsk.
The Demon Emperor clicked his tongue... "Is the Great Tang now engulfed in war, with rivers of Blood Floats on Shields?"
As for that so-called Grand Princess...
He's undeniably gifted, but he's still too inexperienced.
They had to face the wrath of Spirit Mountain, and also guard against their own father's betrayal.
Unless a true immortal descends to earth, how can this predicament be broken?
"Alright."
"After the two sides fought to the point of exhaustion, that madwoman killed someone, vented her anger, and returned to Spirit Mountain..."
"I might as well take this opportunity to lead my troops eastward."
only...
Upon realizing this, the Demon Emperor's expression of contentment suddenly faded.
His brows furrowed, his thoughts drifting outside the hall.
If it weren't for the fear of the True Person of Immortal-Burial Pass.
With his rudimentary cultivation level, barely reaching the threshold of the Lamp-Lighting realm, he would have been devoured alive by his four unruly demon Demon Saint long ago.
But now...
The situation with the True Person seems to be getting worse.
If it really comes to that... what should I do then?!
actually...
It's not all dead ends.
If, before his death, the True Person were to show great compassion and pass on the lineage of Spirit-Writing to him!
Then he would be a legitimate disciple of the immortals. Not to mention his mere four Demon Saint under his command, even the Spirit Mountain might have to politely invite him over and arrange for him to be Demon Emperor in a cave.
But why...?
Why won't you budge?!
What do you mean by untamable demonic nature and the time not being right...? Then isn't Spirit Mountain full of Demon?!
Why is it that other traditions don't use such rhetoric?!
That's all bullshit.
Thinking of this, I felt even more agitated.
While pondering...
"Um?"
He looked up in surprise.
Rumble--
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed in the sky.
"This... such an unbridled aura! They truly don't take my Demon Court seriously!"
A golden rainbow.
A trail of flame, stretching for a hundred miles, stretched across the Western Regions sky.
Gu Wanlan was being held by the back of her neck in a rather ungraceful position.
His usually cool and composed eyes were now wide open, staring intently at the rapidly receding yellow sand below.
According to the rules of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Or, to put it another way, according to normal human thinking.
When venturing deep behind enemy lines, one must proceed with extreme caution, concealing one's presence and moving stealthily.
If it weren't for a compelling reason, who would dare to make such a grand display in such a place?
But the person next to me...
Gu Wanlan turned her head with difficulty.
Three Dragon Pearl.
Crimson red like fire, jet black like ink, and snow-white like snow.
It was spinning and pulsating wildly around the girl.
We happened to pass by an oasis.
Several enormous Sand Lizard Great Demon were lazily basking in the sun by the lake.
Sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from above, the several Great Demon suddenly looked up.
He was about to open his mouth and roar a warning.
The crimson Dragon Pearl beside the girl suddenly flashed with a red light.
boom--!!!
A pillar of crimson fire, as thick as a water bucket, pierced straight down from the Nine Heavens.
Several Sand Lizard, each with centuries of Dao Cultivation, didn't even utter a scream.
It vaporized instantly.
[Slay a creature from the Bone Resonance Realm- Rending Realm and gain 320 years of Dao Cultivation ]
[Slaying a creature from the Bone Resonance Realm- Rending Realm grants 270 years of Dao Cultivation ]
[Killed...]
Within the Consciousness Sea, the words danced.
Jiang Yuechu didn't raise her eyebrows or eyes.
Even a mosquito's leg is still meat.
Since we're passing by, there's no reason for us to leave empty-handed.
The golden light continued forward.
Gu Wanlan's apple bobbed, and she spoke hoarsely, "Your Highness..."
"Um?"
"This place... is already in the heart of the Western Regions."
"So?"
"A few dozen miles further on lies the Demon Emperor's territory... If this commotion continues..."
Gu Wanlan a deep breath and awkwardly laughed, "Isn't this a bit too high-profile?"
It's more than just high-profile.
It's like defecating on someone's neck.
This is the journey we've taken.
Wherever the eye can see, there is a fluctuation of Yao Qi.
Whether it flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or is buried in the ground.
Struck by lightning.
Fire.
Flooded.
The girl was like a tireless harvesting machine.
Wherever it passed, not even a single demon hair remained.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her gaze slightly and glanced at the woman she was carrying.
Then he raised his other hand and waved it gently.
Sizzle--
A bolt of purple Thunder shot out like a whip.
Hundreds of feet away.
A black eagle Great Demon, hiding in the clouds and attempting to spy, exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.
After doing all that.
She finally spoke softly, "I'm in a hurry."
"..."
Gu Wanlan opened her mouth.
Is this a matter of being in a hurry?
"And."
Jiang Yuechu stared straight ahead, her voice cold and clear. "If you're here to take something, why sneak around? That's thievery."
"I am the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, how can I stoop to the level of that thief? Now that I am here, I must let the master of this place know..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Rumble--!!!
The three Dragon Pearl trembled simultaneously.
The girl's aura was no longer concealed in the slightest.
The terrifying pressure of the Lamp-Lighting Realm swept outwards in all directions without restraint.
With his own body, he suppressed the vast expanse of yellow sand!
Gu Wanlan felt a chill run down her spine.
That's insane.
That's absolutely insane.
Your Highness, you didn't come here for the medicine.
He's clearly going to wipe out the Demon Court all by himself!
At the Five Immortals Mountain, a vast sea of clouds stretches out.
On the precipice, there stands a solitary pavilion, beside which grows an ancient pine tree whose age is unknown.
Someone is playing Go under the Matsushita.
The old man placed a piece on the board and said softly, "The person is gone?"
The child grinned and said, "They're gone. They barked a few times, wagged their tails, and seeing they couldn't get a bone, they slunk off the mountain."
The old man nodded slightly, seemingly unconcerned.
"The fate of the Great Tang has run its course. The Demon devoured the two paths, but this is merely the beginning of the cycle of Heavenly Dao's will. Mortals are powerless, and their attempts to defy fate are ultimately futile."
The child grabbed a handful of white chess pieces and played with them in his hand. " Master is right, but that old dog is so noisy, disturbing the peace of the Mountain Gate. If it weren't for Master's order not to get involved in worldly Karma, I would have killed him with one palm long ago..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A streak of Streak of Light pierced through the sky from below the sea of clouds.
The old man reached out and unfolded it for a closer look.
A moment later.
A slight change in expression crossed her face.
" Master?"
The child sensed something was wrong, suppressed his laughter, and cautiously called out, "Has something happened down the mountain...?"
The old man shook his head, a strange look flashing in his eyes. "News has just come that Princess Jiang Yuechu of the Great Tang Dynasty entered Jiannan alone, and in one day, she conquered fifty-four cities and beheaded the Demon Saint of Ling Mountain in Yizhou Prefecture."
Upon hearing this, the child scoffed, "It's just killing a feathered beast. If one were to use their hidden strength, it wouldn't be impossible..."
The old man turned his head, looked at the child, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
She's only eighteen this year.
"And... it has already entered the Lamp-Lighting."
Clatter
The white chess piece in the child's hand slipped onto the chessboard.
"Ten... eighteen? Lamp-Lighting?!"
"How is this possible?!"
The child suddenly stood up, his voice shrill. "In that mortal realm, where the Daoist traditions have been severed, how could such a monster be raised?"
The eighteen-year-old Lamp-Lighting Realm.
Let alone the Great Tang, even looking at the tens of thousands of years of history of Five Immortals Mountain, after searching through ancient books, no such record has ever been found.
The old man ignored the child's commotion, simply gazing quietly at the surging sea of clouds, and murmured softly, "I thought the Great Tang Dynasty was doomed, but unexpectedly... it was a final burst of energy before its demise, giving rise to such an anomaly."
"This woman possesses great fortune."
The old man withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to its previous indifference.
"Such a gem, falling into the mire of the mundane world, is simply a waste of its potential."
"Since we are destined to meet, you should join the Five Immortals Mountain sect and cultivate the Great Path of Longevity, so as not to waste this gifted Root Bone."
That's all.
The old man slightly turned his head and called out to the open space outside the pavilion.
" Wang Xuance."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Outside the pavilion, the shadows of the pine trees swayed, and an old man in a gray robe appeared.
This person looked even older than the old man playing chess, yet he was extremely respectful in his presence.
"Disciple is here."
"I remember, before you entered the mountains, you were a member of the Chang'an Wang Clan?"
Wang Xuance's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head. "Reporting to the True Person, this disciple is indeed from the Chang'an Wang Clan, but that was hundreds of years ago. Since entering the Immortal Mountain, my worldly ties have been severed, and I am no longer a member of the Wang family."
The old man waved his hand. "Since you're an old friend from Chang'an, then it'll be easier to talk to you."
"You and Qingfeng should go down the mountain, find that girl, and bring her back."
A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Xuance's eyes.
Having lived in seclusion on Five Immortals Mountain for many years, when will he take the initiative to descend the mountain and recruit disciples?
What kind of person...?
So you're going to have to go and invite them yourself?
Faced with his puzzled expression, the two offered no explanation.
The child simply rose and bowed, saying, "Disciple obeys..."
Then.
He clicked his tongue inwardly.
The eighteen-year-old Lamp-Lighting Realm...
Truly extraordinary.
No matter how extraordinary...
If only they knew that Five Immortals Mountain had personally invited them.
They would probably be moved to tears, immediately bathe and change clothes, and follow them up the mountain to express their gratitude...
I'm going to an unfamiliar city in the middle of this month, and I want to save some drafts beforehand, in case I don't have enough time to write them in a few days...
Once the manuscript is saved, the previous update schedule will resume.
Thank you ovo!!!