Overawing the Demon Plane

"There's no rush to attack the Demon Plane. You've just finished a battle, so take a break to recover and digest your spoils."

Huo Yuhao spoke to the group, mainly addressing Gu Yuena and Yuanen's family.

After the Undead Plane began its ascension, it already possessed the primordial energy of heaven and earth, so breakthroughs and recovery were no problem.

Gu Yuena absorbed a lot of Life energy and can take this opportunity to break through her current limitations.

As for Yuanen's family—they all expended considerable energy killing the demon to vent their anger.

Among them, Yuanen Yehui was the most disheveled.

After all, she was the weakest, and in such a battlefield, she had no ability to protect herself. Fortunately, she had Yuanen Zhentian and others to look after her, and she was also clever enough to draw powerful undead to her side when she encountered danger; otherwise, she might already be a corpse by now.

However, experiencing such a battlefield will definitely benefit her future.

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's suggestion, Gu Yuena immediately began cultivating beside him, while the Yuanen family solemnly bowed to Huo Yuhao.

"Thank you, sir, for helping Yehui resolve her Martial Soul issue and giving us the opportunity for revenge. We are willing to be your vanguard when we attack the Demon Plane."

Huo Yuhao waved his hand, "It's just a transaction. Yehui plays an important role in my plan. We each get what we need, no need for thanks."

He paused, glanced at Yuanen Yehui, and then looked at Alba.

"Alba, would it be acceptable to elevate Yuanen Yehui's bloodline to the Royal Purple-Gold Bloodline?"

"My strength is still sufficient, no problem."

Alba never expected that his first task after joining Huo Yuhao's service would be to serve as a tool, helping others improve their bloodlines and undergo Martial Soul Second Awakening.

But since it was Huo Yuhao's order, he naturally dared not object.

Upon hearing this, Yuanen Yehui instinctively wanted to refuse.

She had just witnessed the benefits of Bloodline Baptism; aside from the possibility of being controlled by the Demon Lord, it greatly enhanced her Martial Soul and strength. And since Alba was now Huo Yuhao's subordinate, he obviously wouldn't control her, eliminating her only drawback—why would she accept such a benefit for no reason?

"No need, I—"

"We're friends too, you don't need to be so polite."

Huo Yuhao interrupted her, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the Tenten, "You want to become stronger too, right? This is Alba's ability; you have the opportunity to improve in this area, so why not take it?"

Friend?

Yuanen Yehui inexplicably recalled her first encounter with Huo Yuhao, and how Na Nali, disguised as her, met Huo Yuhao for the first time and they were captured by the Evil Spirit Master together. A smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Looking back now, that Evil Spirit Master was really unlucky to have captured Huo Yuhao, Gu Yuena, and Na Nali —it's funny to think about it now.

"----Thanks."

This time, Yuanen Yehui did not refuse. With the thought of repaying her in the future, she accepted the proposal and went to the side to receive the Bloodline Baptism.

Watching their actions, Huo Yuhao said to Snow Empress, "After we get back, have Ye Weiyang come over so she can also undergo Martial Soul Second Awakening."

Previously, I was so focused on scheming against the Holy Spirit Cult and attacking the Demon Plane that I forgot the Demon Lord was a top-tier tool who could help the Fallen Angel Martial Soul undergo Secondary Awakening Martial Soul.

With such talented individuals, it's natural to make the best use of their abilities and maximize their value.

Snow Empress nodded with a smile.

Those who possess Fallen Angel Martial Soul related to the Spirit Pagoda will be fortunate in the future.

After Alba completed the Bloodline Baptism, Huo Yuhao said, "As the Demon Lord, you must be very familiar with the Demon Plane. Tell us about the situation there, especially how you release seeds into other realms. Tell me everything in detail."

Huo Yuhao was quite interested in how these Demon Lord could locate the Douluo Continent Douluo Continent, traverse infinite space, and plant the seed of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul there, even though they were only Quasi-God.

Most Quasi-God don't have this ability.

Alba's face fell upon hearing this.

The first thing after submission was to become a tool for bloodline enhancement, and the second was to become a traitor to the Demon Star, providing intelligence and acting as a guide. Having only recently submitted, Alba already clearly felt that his life as a monarch was already over.

But upon returning to the Demon Plane, the thought of taking revenge on that old fox, Wuliao, overwhelmed his last remaining pride.

He took a deep breath and spoke honestly, "My Master, there are five kings in the Demon Plane, Wuliao is one of them. He is currently in my territory—"

He began to recount his family's assets in detail, explaining the distribution of each king's territory and military strength, even revealing which king had recently clashed with which one, which one was in seclusion, and which one was expanding their territory.

Finally, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "As for the matter of releasing seeds—that's a power only a monarch possesses, or rather, a power only a plane can have. The reason why we Demon Lord hold a supreme position in the Demon Plane is partly due to our strength, and partly due to the support of the plane itself—"

A glint of light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

The support of another plane? The Plane Master the Demon Plane?

Listening carefully to Alba's explanation, Huo Yuhao gradually understood the principle behind the Demon Lord's placement of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul Seed.

First, it should be clear that the Demon Plane is not a powerful dimension; it is merely a mid-level dimension, only one-tenth the size of the high-level Douluo Continent. Moreover, the Plane Master the Demon Plane, like the previous Plane Master the Douluo Continent, lacks the ability to think and is not as powerful Plane Master the Douluo Continent.

To use an analogy, the Plane Master of the Douluo Continent is Second Rank God in the lower realm, Plane Master the Demon Plane is Third Rank God in the lower realm.

This allows Demon Lord at the Quasi-God level to faintly touch the consciousness of a plane. Although this is not enough for Demon Lord to become Plane Master or the Life Core, with the exploration of a certain Demon Lord, it can enable the Demon Lord to obtain the plane's assistance by taking advantage of the Plane Master's instinct to grow and to cast the seeds of invasion to other planes.

After the first Demon Lord successfully borrowed the power of the plane to send the seed out of the Demon Plane and plundered Life energy from other planes, the Demon Plane found that this was beneficial to its advancement, so it became more cooperative and even took the initiative to provide some assistance.

When other Demon Lord learned of this, in order to reach a higher level, they also began to follow suit and copy the same approach.

"This is why the Demon Lord can send seeds to other planes and launch invasions against them."

Alba whispered, "Without the support of the Demon Plane, we couldn't do something that only gods could do. The Demon Plane needs Life energy, and so do we; it's a win-win situation."

He kept his word, paused, glanced at Huo Yuhao furtively, and added another sentence.

"As the amount of Life energy we plundered increased, in the Demon Plane, we became like the Child of the Plane, protected by destiny."

He meant to remind Huo Yuhao that hunting down the Demon Lord in the Demon Plane would be very troublesome, and to prepare Huo Yuhao and the others mentally.

After all, these Demon Lord had waged wars over the years, but in the end they found that the Demon Plane always helped the weaker side, so there was nothing left to fight for and they began to unite against a common enemy.

If things are like this within their own ranks, then if an outsider were to attack the Demon Lord, everything would certainly go wrong.

But considering that there were gods right in front of him, Alba felt he was worrying unnecessarily, so he only mentioned it briefly.

When Huo Yuhao heard that the Demon Lord was actually blessed by luck, he first frowned, but then felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

While the idea that the Demon Plane has five Child of the Plane may seem absurd at first glance, it makes sense upon closer examination.

Tell me, have these Demon Lord brought any benefits to the Demon Plane?

Although the Demon Lord has caused harm to other planes and is likely to run into tough opponents like them, leading to his own Demon Lord, the Life energy he has plundered is certainly beneficial to the Demon Plane. For the Demon Plane, unaware of the implications, such an existence is certainly qualified to be the Child of the Plane.

Even Huo Yuhao himself, when it comes to the Douluo Plane, can only say that he has "made meritorious contributions in defending the territory" and has not yet "expanded the territory," which makes him feel somewhat guilty.

Whether an emperor's achievements during his reign were outstanding can be judged by the size of the territory he occupies before and after taking office, and whether there was any expansion. This is the most direct indicator of his achievements.

Holding onto existing assets is ultimately no match for expanding the pie.

He protected the Douluo Plane, but he didn't make it bigger, richer, or stronger. Compared to these Demon Lord, he, as the Child of the Plane, seems inadequate.

Unfortunately, the Demon Plane involves many complexities, and it's clear that we can't alert the people in the Douluo Plane. The Douluo Plane won't benefit from this; we can only wait until we conquer the Abyss.

Thinking to himself, Huo Yuhao looked at Alba and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, the information you provided is very useful. Prepare yourselves, and then open the Demon Gate. Once I conquer the Demon Plane, you can become my king, guarding that place."

Alba:

Why does that sound so familiar?

This sounds like one of his lines from before!

The roles were reversed in the blink of an eye.

Alba felt a sudden surge of sorrow, but he could only muster his spirits and bow, saying, "Your subordinate obeys. However, my lord, maintaining the dimensional portal and conducting the Bloodline Baptism have already depleted much of my reserves. Before the attack, I planned to absorb sufficient Life energy here before opening the return portal."

"We haven't gained anything yet, and I can't open the passage on my own; I need your power. But if the Demon Plane senses the power of people from other dimensions, they will definitely stop us."

Or perhaps we could let him absorb some Life energy?

Having discerned this meaning in Alba's words, Huo Yuhao said calmly, "It's alright. If we encounter any obstacles, we can simply break through them!"

Alba trembled. "Yes!"

The Demon Plane.

The sky here is always a dark red, like congealed blood. The dark element is so dense that it's almost tangible, slowly flowing through the air. This is the demons' home turf; here, their fighting power is amplified, and they thrive like fish in water.

--

The land wasn't exactly barren, but it wasn't suitable for human habitation. Dark purple moss covered the rocks, and occasionally a few low-level plants that could absorb dark elements would sprout from the cracks in the rocks.

Alba's fortress sits atop a dormant volcano in the southeast of the plane. The rugged, towering black stone structure is adorned with plundered spoils—weapons, armor, and banners from other planes—gleaming coldly in the crimson light of the sky.

At this moment, in the square in front of the fortress, a huge three-headed dog stared at the Demon Gate in the open space that had not reopened. It glanced at the demons around it who were mourning the loss of Alba because he had not returned, and a trace of solemnity and relief flashed in its eyes.

He is the Demon Lord - Wuliao, a member of the Three-Headed Hellhound clan.

The reason he was here was because the seed of Yehui and her daughter came from him. So after giving the opportunity to Alba, he came to Alba's territory and helped him open the Demon Passage to the Douluo Continent.

His previous failed attack made him realize that Douluo Continent was not an easy nut to crack. Now, he was giving this opportunity to Alba in order to use Alba to probe the strength of the other side.

If Alba reaps significant rewards and the enemies on the Douluo Continent prove not as strong as he imagined, he will unite with other Demon Lord to expand his territory. If Alba dies on the other side, then it will be the end of it all; he will sever all ties and abandon any illusions.

Now that Alba has gone to the Douluo Continent, there has been no news of him, and the Demon Gate has been closed, so he has obviously met with misfortune.

This made Cailiao very fortunate.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and cautious enough; otherwise, it wouldn't be Alba is now completely out of contact, but himself.

Cailiao withdrew his gaze, looked at Alba's territory, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Alba may have already died in another world. His territory is left unmanaged and undefended, and will only become easy prey for other demons.

This devil has a kind heart, so let him accept it for Alba.

"King Alba is a hero who fought for the Demon Plane. His life is now hanging by a thread. To prevent this place from falling into the hands of other demons, a powerful demon is needed to manage it."

Gongliao led his men into the sky, their imposing presence overwhelming. From their vantage point, they looked down upon Alba's troops and fortress. The head in the center opened its mouth, its voice echoing beneath the crimson sky. "From this day forward, his territory will temporarily be under my control, and his people will be under my protection. Anyone have any objections?"

Boil's men shouted in unison, "Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is benevolent!"

The sounds rose and fell, shaking the stone walls of the fortress.

A deathly silence fell over the area. The oppressive aura emanating from the Quasi-God silently enveloped the numerous demons, silencing them from uttering a sound.

Although Alba took away not all of the demon legions, it was certainly the most elite part. Among the remaining demons, there were not many strong ones left, but they could not stop Cailiao and his subordinates.

The demon loyal to Alba understood this, and could only stare intently at Cailiao, his heart filled with bitterness.

By now, they finally understood that the Mieliao had tricked Alba, that all the supposedly great opportunity to produce farts was a lie, and that the Douluo Plane was a trap. But what could they do now that they understood?

Alba's fate after entering the other world is unknown; in the eyes of the demons, he is already dead.

Without Alba and his nine demon minions, these so-called "family members" aren't even worthy of Caijie of this "product" (likely referring to a specific type of demon).

Cailiao watched this scene with satisfaction, and was about to speak when the sky suddenly darkened.

It's not that the moon is being obscured by clouds; something is covering the sky.

He looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply—a gigantic portal of light burst open above Alba's fortress.

It was the Demon Gate!

"What's going on?" Mieliao felt a buzzing in his head.

No, he'd waited so long, Alba hadn't utterly contacted him, the Demon Gate was closed, he'd even started taking over the territory, and then the gate opened?

Isn't this blatantly targeting him?!

He instinctively took a half step back, and all three heads simultaneously looked at the slowly expanding gate of light. Instantly, their pupils contracted. It wasn't the Demon Gate. At least, it wasn't the kind he recognized.

The door frame was purplish-black, the power of the Demon Plane. But the light emanating from within the door was grayish-white, carrying a chilling, deathly aura that did not belong to the Demon Plane. The two forces clashed on the door frame; the purplish-black desperately contracted, while the grayish-white expanded wildly, like two giant beasts tearing at each other.

The Demon Plane is resisting.

Wujie could sense that the entire plane was repelling the door. Dark elements surged frantically towards the light gate, attempting to seal it off.

But it can't be held down.

The grayish-white light grew stronger, and cracks began to appear on the purplish-black door frame. An Formless force surged out from behind the door, cold and domineering, carrying an irresistible will, crushing the resistance of the Demon Plane inch by inch.

Gongliao's expression changed. It wasn't that Alba was coming back; something else was coming!

"Turn it off!"

He slammed the door shut with all his might, yelling hoarsely, "Quick, close it with me!"

His demons were stunned for a moment, then tried to help, but it was too late!

Boom!

The portal exploded open with a deafening roar.

The purplish-black door frame shattered completely, and grayish-white light surged out like a tide, tearing a massive spatial rift in the dark red sky. The Demon Plane let out a silent wail, as if mourning this failed resistance.

Three figures stepped out of the portal first, standing in mid-air.

The young man at the front had his robes fluttering, and a small gray-gold tower floated above his head. Nine-colored light cleaved through the layers of dark elemental blockade like a sharp sword. Behind him, two women stood on either side, one as aloof as snow and the other as indifferent as water. The power of Laws surrounding them made the entire sky tremble.

The overwhelming pressure pressed down like a mountain, making Wuliao feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, staring in disbelief.

What kind of existence is this?

Could it be... a legendary deity?!