Shachaluo Moxuan, Day of Demonic Arrival, Great Chaos Begins

As everyone was discussing.

Suddenly, the great hall doors burst open.

A violent gust of wind surged in, carrying with it a howling sound.

A young man in blood-red robes, with a slender build and an eerie face, slowly walked in.

Upon seeing this youth, the expressions of the twelve people on the demonic pillars changed.

They quickly rose, descended from the demonic pillars, and arrived before the young man.

Each of them appeared quite subservient in front of this youth.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord took a step forward, a fawning expression on his face, and said:

"My Lord of the Demon Race, dare I ask why you grace this humble abode? Do you have some decree?"

The blood-robed youth glanced at everyone with contempt and immense arrogance in his eyes, and slowly said:

"I am Shi Sha Luo Mo Xuan. I am here on the Demon Venerable's orders to inform you that the Day of Demonic Arrival has been moved up. In three days, we will march on the Eastern Continent!"

"And I am the commander of the Eastern Continent!"

As he spoke, Mo Xuan's eerie eyes swept over everyone.

"Do you have any objections?"

Including the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, the twelve people instantly knelt on one knee and said loudly:

"Your subordinates greet our commander! To be able to serve you, Commander, is an honor we have cultivated for ten thousand lifetimes!"

The voices of the twelve people echoed through the hall, with no hint of insincerity.

It seemed to be the most genuine sentiment from the bottom of their hearts.

"Heh heh, humans... are indeed the most lowly race."

Mo Xuan chuckled mockingly, then turned to walk out of the hall.

As he reached the doorway, Mo Xuan suddenly turned his head, a flash of blood-red light in his eyes, and said:

"I heard there's an unparalleled prodigy in the Eastern Continent who has broken through the Eternal Extreme Realm, is that right?"

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord nodded:

"Yes, Lord Mo Xuan. This person's name is Jun Wangyou. He is a True Disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land. At the same time, he is also one of the Ten Great Guardians, the wielder of the Crimson Firmament Immortal Sword, and the sole personal disciple of True Man Qingwei."

"A personal disciple of a Guardian... Interesting."

A cold, bloodthirsty smile played on Mo Xuan's lips as he looked at them and said:

"I want this person. You... are not allowed to touch him."

"We obey your orders, my Lord."

Mo Xuan slowly departed.

The others remained kneeling for a long time.

If an outsider were present at this moment, they would likely have their jaws drop in shock.

Because these twelve people were: the Sect Master of the Myriad Transformations Demonic Sect, Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

The Sect Master of the Six Desires Demonic Sect, Yu Qiu Buchi.

The Sect Master of the Moon Demonic Sect, Madam Moon.

The Sect Master of the Soul Refining Demonic Sect, Qiu Huntian.

The Sect Master of the Gu Sect, Gu Yue.

The Sect Master of the Corpse Demonic Sect, Old Man White Bone.

The Chieftain of the Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf Tribe.

The Chieftain of the Vajra Demonic Ape Tribe.

The Chieftain of the Silver Demonic Fox Tribe.

The Chieftain of the Barren Elephant Tribe.

The Chieftain of the Golden Patterned Heavenly Tiger Tribe.

The Chieftain of the Violent Dog Tribe.

The masters of the six great Demonic Path forces and the chieftains of the six great Demon Race tribes!

Each of them was an invincible existence in the Ascension Realm, capable of easily controlling the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions.

In the past, they were all high and mighty, on par with the masters of the six Sacred Lands.

Yet now, they were so respectful to that blood-robed youth.

Daring not to show the slightest disrespect.

If they were like this towards the blood-robed youth, then how formidable must the Demon Venerable be, whom even the blood-robed youth respected immensely?

Original Year, August 27th.

The northern part of the Eastern Continent has completely fallen. Thirteen mortal dynasties were slaughtered, turning the land into a living hell.

Over a thousand immortal cultivation sects were reduced to ruins.

Six major Demonic Path powers and six major Demon Race factions amassed an army of one billion in the north, ready to launch an attack on the entire Eastern Continent at any moment.

As soon as this news spread, the Eastern Continent was thrown into turmoil!

At the same time, news also broke out that the six Sacred Lands had formed an allied army.

They called for all righteous cultivators in the Eastern Continent to unite and resist the demonic forces.

However, almost no one listened.

Those with money, connections, and power were fleeing to other continents.

No one was willing to face the war alongside the Eastern Continent.

Yet, something happened that filled them with fear and despair.

It turned out that the upheaval was not confined to the Eastern Continent.

War had erupted in all thirteen major continents of the Mystic Realm.

All Demonic Path powers and Demon Race factions in the Mystic Realm seemed to have conspired together.

They all rioted.

For a time, everyone in the Mystic Realm lived in fear.

Ten thousand years of peace had made most people forget what war was like.

They had forgotten that the cultivation world was a cruel place where the strong preyed on the weak, where deceit was rampant, and where the powerful reigned supreme.

August 30th.

War broke out simultaneously in the border cities connecting the northern part of the Eastern Continent with its central, eastern, and western regions.

The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was located in the southern part of the Eastern Continent. Although it had not yet been affected, it still dispatched a large number of cultivators to participate in the war.

For a time, the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was shrouded in gloom, with worry etched on everyone's faces, fearing that they would be the next to be sent to the front lines.

But not long after, news that brought some relief arrived.

Although the demonic and demon allied forces had attacked fiercely, their actual combat strength was not that impressive. Their current achievements were solely due to the vast numbers of cannon fodder from the Demon Race.

However, their high-end combat power was actually inferior to that of the six Sacred Lands.

But this also raised a question: with such strength, Where did the Demonic Path and the Demon Race get the courage to launch a full-scale war?

However, people found out in the next moment.

September 5th.

The Demon Suppressing Abyss erupted, and the demons, who only existed in legends, descended upon the cultivation world.

This day would be known as the Day of Demonic Arrival!

The combat power of the demons was terrifying. Within the same realm, they were practically invincible.

Most of the time, it took five to eight cultivators of the same realm to deal with a single demon.

Furthermore, the demons were numerous. Through pre-arranged teleportation arrays, they could instantly appear on various battlefields.

The tide of the war turned instantly.

The western front of the Eastern Continent fell within a day, the central front was struggling to hold on, and the eastern front was on the verge of collapse.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators perished every day.

Heavenly Dao Sacred Land · Lingtian Peak.

Jun Wangyou sat cross-legged beneath a red maple tree.

He wanted to cultivate, but the restlessness in his heart made it impossible for him to calm down.

Helplessly, Jun Wangyou could only open his eyes and gaze at the sky.

To be precise, he was looking at the massive sealing formation in the sky.

On the very day the Demonic Path and Demon Race allied forces launched their attack, True Man Qingwei, without waiting for Jun Wangyou's refusal, had resolutely set up this sealing formation.

He claimed it was to prevent Jun Wangyou from running off, instructing him to cultivate diligently on Lingtian Peak and not worry about anything else.

Jun Wangyou knew very well what True Man Qingwei was thinking.

However, this was not what Jun Wangyou wanted.

"My fellow disciples are fighting and dying on the battlefield, while I am living in hiding in the rear. How can I face them with honor in the future!"

"My thoughts are blocked, and it's truly a thorn in my side!"

"Master, you... you don't understand me."

Beneath the red maple tree, as maple leaves drifted down, Jun Wangyou chuckled wryly to himself.

As his words fell, hundreds of Spiritual Treasures surged into the sky from behind Jun Wangyou!

The sealing formation shattered instantly.

Jun Wangyou's figure reappeared beneath the red maple tree.

"Esteemed Elders, Wangyou will return shortly, please do not worry."

Within the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, countless elders who heard this decree were instantly stunned.

Deep within the Sacred Land, a core elder's expression changed, and he immediately prepared to pursue Jun Wangyou.

But at that moment, a Grand Elder stopped him, shaking his head and saying earnestly:

"True dragons cannot be raised in cages. If you want him to soar through the nine heavens, you must give him freedom."

The elder who was stopped looked anxious, "Grand Elder, I know what you mean, but what will happen when the Sect Master returns?"

"You know the Sect Master's personality. If he returns and finds Wangyou gone, or if something happens to him, he might just strike us down with a single sword."

"Uh..."

The Grand Elder's expression faltered. Upon careful consideration, it seemed that was indeed a possibility.

He couldn't help but release his grip, but he still cautioned, "In that case, you shall go and protect Wangyou on his journey. But remember my words, give him as much freedom as possible, and do not intervene unless it's a life-or-death crisis."

"Got it, got it!"

The elder was impatient. The moment the Grand Elder released him, he vanished.