Calamity on Horse-Drinking River
In the Eastern Territory, at the Horse-Drinking River.
This vast island, isolated overseas, has been a paradise for the Demon Race race since ancient times.
At its peak, Horse-Drinking River was guarded by eight Demon Saint at the Lamp-Lighting Realm, who commanded all demons and were invincible.
They even frequently stirred up trouble in the East Sea, coveting the vast territory of the Great Tang.
But now...
This once sacred land of the Demon Race is now shrouded in deathly silence and fear.
Since the two Lamp-Lighting Demon Saint mysteriously disappeared in the East a year ago, the entire Horse-Drinking River has been completely devoid of spirit.
The remaining six Demon Saint sealed off the island overnight, strictly ordering their Great Demon not to step out of the Horse-Drinking River.
They're keeping a low profile, hoping to weather this storm and see how things develop outside first.
I thought that as long as I didn't provoke anyone, I could live peacefully in my secluded corner...
But today...
All the Demon in the Horse-Drinking River, whether they are little demons who have just awakened their intelligence or Great Demon who have established themselves in a certain area.
At this moment, they were all lying face down on the ground, looking up at the sky above them with fear and unease.
Above the sky.
Every now and then, blinding golden light would tear through the clouds, accompanied by deafening explosions that echoed across the entire sky.
It was merely the aftershocks of the exchange.
It then transformed into devastating storms, sweeping down from the heavens and the earth.
boom--
Another loud bang.
A visible shockwave rippled outwards from the highest heavens.
The seawater around the Horse-Drinking River instantly surged back up, creating a terrifying tsunami hundreds of feet high.
The earth shook and mountains trembled.
Countless mountains collapsed, and this vast island, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, showed terrifying signs of sinking into the sea under the ravages of the aftershocks.
Deep within the island.
The little demon lay trembling in the mud, its eyes involuntarily glancing to its side.
The Old Demon is one of the Great Demon saints of the Horse-Drinking River, Black Flood Dragon that has lived for countless years.
At this moment, this Demon Saint of the Lamp-Lighting Realm also curled up, imitating its appearance.
The little demon swallowed hard.
For some reason, I was reminded of those ancient legends passed down in my tribe.
Its voice trembled, its teeth chattering, and it couldn't help but ask, "Ancestor... such a commotion in the sky... could it be that the Immortal have made their move?"
"..."
Upon hearing this...
The old Black Flood Dragon's massive body stiffened slightly.
It slowly turned its head, and in its huge vertical pupils was a look that the little demon had never seen before.
Once upon a time, this old Black Flood Dragon was an invincible being, commanding the wind and rain in the Horse-Drinking River.
It is the pinnacle that countless lesser demons look up to, the ultimate path they pursue throughout their lives.
But now...
But she seemed as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.
A long silence followed.
It slowly spoke, "Immortal... Immortal... even Immortal... wouldn't act like this..."
Above the sky.
Several golden Golden Body of deities illuminated the entire sky, making it shine brilliantly.
These Golden Body, though dressed in various attire—some in armor, others in robes—also displayed a wide variety of techniques.
But all those exquisitely beautiful faces belong to the same person.
Opposite the Golden Body were three terrifying Demon with horrifying figures.
Their bodies were all nearly five hundred feet tall, blotting out the sky and the sun, surrounded by purple mist, and their aura was extremely profound.
Despite being Demon, his every move exuded an air of immortality.
Boom--!!!
As the giant, scale-covered claws ripped down from the sky.
The golden light shattered.
One of the Golden Body was unable to dodge in time and had half of its body torn off.
The rich aroma of incense suddenly dissipated, scattering into specks of golden light that vanished into the fierce wind.
"Laugh."
The Demon indifferently withdrew its hand, casually scattering the remaining golden light.
Judging from its appearance, it has a dragon's head, deer's antlers, horse's hooves, and an ox's tail, and its entire body is covered with azure scales.
Then, the enormous head lowered slightly, a mocking smile playing on its lips, "I never expected... I never expected that such a strange and unusual thing would exist in such a remote place..."
Not far away.
The golden light regrouped.
The torn Golden Body reformed, but its radiance was visibly much dimmer.
"Roar."
Another Fierce Tiger Demon with a single horn on its head let out a low, irritated growl.
It swung its massive tail violently, forcing back the two Golden Body figures that had rushed up to it.
"These damned bastards are so annoying... We have real, solid bodies, but these things just use some empty, unfounded incense offerings to fool us. We've killed them time and time again, it never ends."
"..."
The Demon clad in azure scales raised its head, gazing at the increasingly ethereal Golden Body on the horizon, then grinned. "No problem... a few more kills and it should be enough."
"However... although the Golden Body's ability to reassemble delayed things for a while, the fact that its clone could withstand us to this point is enough to show that its true form is exceptionally powerful."
The one-horned tiger impatiently exhaled a breath of foul air.
"So what if I am the one?"
"Dare to obstruct us? We'll crush these incense clay figures completely, then we'll go find the real one and devour him all at once!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The purple mist surged again, and the golden light collided with the purple mist once more.
The roaring sound was incessant.
Just this once.
The Golden Body had less and less room to resist; each time they were shattered, the time it took to reassemble them was longer, and their light became dimmer.
Until the very end.
The last golden Golden Body was abruptly severed by the purple qi aura.
Golden light scattered in all directions.
This time, the scattered incense smoke never gathered again.
In the sky.
Silence returned.
Only three enormous Demon Form, bathed in purple mist, looked down at the scarred island below.
"Looks like we've run out of tricks..."
The last Great Demon, covered in black feathers, hovered in mid-air. After a moment, confirming that the annoying Golden Body would not reassemble, it finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then.
His gaze swept over the trembling Demon below, and he licked his barbed lips with his scarlet tongue. "Since we've run out of tricks, we'll replenish our resources first, and then explore at our own pace..."
"Let's hurry... We relied on the aura of the World-Breaker to forcefully find the location of this world, and tracked it in using the secret treasure."
"But once we step inside, the time it takes for this world to fully open will be greatly accelerated."
The leading Demon calmly said, "It won't be long before those Dao Sect members swarm here."
"The other things here are fine, let them rob us as they please... but that one thing must never be allowed to fall into the hands of humans!"
Upon hearing this...
The other two Great Demon were both startled.
As the vanguard general of the Cloud Dream Palace, he naturally knew the most important thing about this trip.
"Dao Painting..."
To achieve the Supreme Painting Realm, this Dao Painting is an indispensable ladder to heaven.
The birth of each major overhaul of the Painting Realm.
This applies to both the Nine Great Dao Sects of the human race and the Demon Race of the Cloud Dream Palace.
All of them possess terrifying potential capable of disrupting the balance.
Even a behemoth like Cloud Dream Palace, which dominates Cloud Dream Haven, could never turn a blind eye to an unclaimed Dao Painting.
The Black Bird Demon reluctantly withdrew its gaze.
Even though they were drooling over the bloody feasts covering the island below.
However, they dared not delay on such a matter concerning the grand plan of the Cloud Dream Palace.
"Then let's do as you say... Let's go find the Dao Painting first."
"Can..."
The Fierce Tiger Demon with a single horn on its head was full of doubt. "Although we can faintly sense the aura of that Dao Painting, its energy is elusive and uncertain, making it difficult to pinpoint its exact location... Are we supposed to search for it inch by inch in this entire world?"
"..."
The leading Demon remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly.
It grinned, revealing its enormous mouth full of fangs, and let out a sinister laugh.
"Why would we need to go look for it..."
"Forehead..."
The two demons were still puzzled.
Suddenly, thousands of red mists appeared on the distant horizon.
The crimson mist churned and boiled, instantly obscuring half the sky.
A white-robed man could be faintly seen stepping out slowly from the swirling red mist.
The leading Demon raised its thick forearm.
Its entire forearm began to be covered by deep black scales, which, combined with the surging purple-gold flames in its eyes, made its entire body exude a suffocating ferocity and violence.
"Here we are..."