As everyone discussed,
the doors of the main hall suddenly burst open.
A violent gale rushed in, carrying a howling roar.
A tall, bewitchingly handsome young man in blood-red robes slowly walked inside.
At the sight of this young man, the expressions of the twelve people atop the demonic pillars changed.
They hurriedly rose, flew down from the pillars, and came before the young man.
Every one of them appeared remarkably humble before him.
Myriad Transformations Demon Lord stepped forward slightly and asked ingratiatingly,
"Lord of the Demon Race, may I ask what decree has brought you to this humble place?"
The blood-robed young man swept his gaze over the crowd. His eyes held contempt and boundless arrogance as he slowly said,
"I am Shachaluo Moxuan. By order of the Demon Venerable, I am here to inform you that the Day of Demonic Arrival has been moved forward. In three days, our armies will reach Eastern Continent!"
"And I will be the commander of Eastern Continent!"
As he spoke, Mo Xuan's bewitching eyes swept across the group.
"Do any of you have objections?"
Including Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, all twelve immediately dropped to one knee and declared in unison,
"This subordinate greets the commander! It is an honor cultivated over countless lifetimes for us to serve you, Commander!"
The voices of the twelve echoed through the hall, without the slightest trace of falsehood.
It was as though these were the most sincere words from the depths of their hearts.
"Heh heh, the human race... truly is the lowliest race."
Mo Xuan gave a mocking laugh, then headed toward the doors of the hall.
Just as he reached the entrance, Mo Xuan suddenly turned around. A flash of bloody light flickered in his eyes as he said,
"I heard there is a peerless genius in Eastern Continent who broke through the Eternal Extreme Realm. Is that true?"
Myriad Transformations Demon Lord nodded.
"Yes, Lord Mo Xuan. His name is Jun Wangyou. He is a True Disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, 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-blooded smile curled across Mo Xuan's lips as he looked at the crowd.
"I want this man. You... are not to touch him."
"As you command, my lord."
Mo Xuan slowly departed.
The others remained kneeling for a long time.
If any outsiders had witnessed this scene, their jaws would likely have dropped.
Because these twelve people were, respectively, 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 Clan Chief of the Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf Tribe.
The Clan Chief of the Vajra Demonic Ape Tribe.
The Clan Chief of the Silver Demonic Fox Tribe.
The Clan Chief of the Wild Elephant Tribe.
The Clan Chief of the Golden Patterned Heavenly Tiger Tribe.
The Clan Chief of the Violent Dog Tribe.
The leaders of the six great Demonic Path factions and the Clan Chiefs of the six great demon tribes!
Every one of them was an invincible Ascension Realm existence, capable of easily controlling the lives and deaths of billions.
Under normal circumstances, they all stood high above the masses, on equal footing with the leaders of the six great sacred lands.
Yet now, they had shown such reverence toward that blood-robed young man.
They did not dare show even the slightest disrespect.
They were already so deferential toward the blood-robed young man.
Then what sort of figure was the Demon Venerable, whom even the blood-robed young man revered beyond measure?
Primordial Year, August 27.
The northern region of Eastern Continent completely fell. Thirteen mortal dynasties were slaughtered to the last, turned into a living hell.
Over a thousand cultivation sects were reduced to ruins.
The six great Demonic Path factions and six demon tribes stationed a billion troops in the north, ready at any time to launch an assault against all of Eastern Continent.
The moment this news spread, Eastern Continent was shaken!
At the same time, news also spread that the six great sacred lands had formed an allied army.
They called upon all righteous cultivators in Eastern Continent to unite and resist the demonic forces.
But practically no one listened.
Those with money, connections, and strength were all fleeing to other continents.
No one was willing to face the war alongside Eastern Continent.
However, something even more terrifying and despairing happened.
It turned out that Eastern Continent was not the only place undergoing a drastic upheaval.
War had erupted across all thirteen great continents of the Mystic Realm.
All Demonic Path factions and demon tribes in the Mystic Realm seemed to have made an agreement.
They all rebelled at once.
For a time, everyone throughout the Mystic Realm was in danger.
Over ten thousand years of peace had caused most people to forget what war looked like.
It had made them forget that the cultivation world was a cruel realm where the weak were prey to the strong, people schemed against one another, and strength ruled supreme.
August 30.
War erupted simultaneously at the border cities where the northern region of Eastern Continent met the central, eastern, and western regions.
The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was located in southern Eastern Continent. Although it had not yet been affected, it still dispatched a large number of cultivators to join the war.
For a time, the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was shrouded in gloom. Everyone wore worried expressions, afraid that they would be the next one sent to the battlefield.
Yet before long, encouraging news arrived.
Although the Demon-Monster Allied Army had arrived with tremendous momentum, its actual combat strength was not particularly impressive. Its current achievements relied entirely on the demon tribes' vast numbers of cannon fodder.
Its high-level combat power was actually inferior to that of the six great sacred lands.
But this also left people puzzled. With strength like this,
where had the Demonic Path factions and demon tribes found the nerve to launch an all-out war?
The next moment, they learned the answer.
September 5.
An upheaval occurred in the Demon Suppressing Abyss, and the Demon Race, which had existed only in legends, descended upon the cultivation world.
It became known in history as the Day of Demonic Arrival!
The Demon Race possessed terrifying combat power and was practically invincible among those of the same realm.
Most of the time, it took five to eight cultivators of the same realm to deal with a single demon.
Moreover, the Demon Race was numerous. Through teleportation arrays prepared long ago, they were instantly sent to every battlefield.
The situation on the battlefields reversed in an instant.
The western battlefield of Eastern Continent fell within a single day. The central battlefield barely held on, while the eastern battlefield was on the verge of collapse.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators died every day.
Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, Lingtian Peak.
Jun Wangyou sat cross-legged beneath a Red Maple Tree.
He wanted to cultivate, but the agitation in his heart made it impossible for him to calm down.
Helplessly, Jun Wangyou could only open his eyes and look toward the sky.
More precisely, he was looking at the massive sealing formation in the sky.
On the very day the Demonic Path and demon tribe allied army launched its attack,
True Man Qingwei had resolutely set up this sealing formation before Jun Wangyou could refuse.
He said he was afraid Jun Wangyou would run around recklessly, so he was to cultivate properly on Lingtian Peak and not concern himself with anything else.
Jun Wangyou naturally knew what True Man Qingwei was thinking.
But this was not what Jun Wangyou wanted.
"My fellow disciples are fighting and killing on the battlefield, yet I am being made to cling to life in the rear. How will I ever face my fellow disciples in the future?"
"My heart cannot find clarity. It truly feels like a thorn lodged in my throat!"
"Master, you... do not understand me."
Beneath the Red Maple Tree, maple leaves drifted down as Jun Wangyou muttered with a bitter smile.
As his words fell, hundreds of spiritual treasures shot into the sky behind Jun Wangyou!
The sealing formation shattered instantly.
Jun Wangyou's figure vanished from beneath the Red Maple Tree.
"Elders, Wangyou will return shortly. Please do not worry."
Within the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, who knew how many elders were instantly dumbfounded upon hearing those words.
Deep within the sacred land, the expression of a core elder changed. He immediately wanted to pursue Jun Wangyou.
But at that moment, a Grand Elder grabbed him, shook his head, and said earnestly,
"A cage cannot raise a true dragon. If you want him to soar through the nine heavens, you must give him freedom."
The elder who had been stopped looked anxious. "Grand Elder, I understand what you mean, but what will we do when the Sect Master returns?"
"You know the Sect Master's temperament. If he returns and finds that Wangyou is gone, or that something happened to him, he might just split us in half with a single sword strike."
"Uh..."
The Grand Elder's expression stiffened. After thinking it over carefully, that really did seem possible.
He could not help loosening his grip, but he still instructed, "In that case, go protect Wangyou on his path. But remember what I said. Give him as much freedom as possible. Unless he faces a life-or-death crisis, do not interfere."
"I know, I know!"
The elder could not wait any longer. The instant the Grand Elder released him, he vanished.
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