The Two Races Unite, the Grand Purity Sect Splits!

On the coast of the East Sea, there is an unnamed, isolated island shrouded in gray fog year-round.

The gale howled, whipping up black waves tens of meters high that crashed violently against the jagged rocks, creating a deafening roar.

On the cliff top of the isolated island, three enormous figures stood silently.

Yuan Shan's body materialized into human form, leaning on a colossal pillar with one hand; his gaze pierced through the thick sea fog, looking towards the deep ocean.

Beside him stood the Mountain-Moving Demon King, a massive figure with bulging muscles in his arms, exuding a brute force capable of crushing mountains and splitting peaks; the Sea-Overturning Demon King, clad in azure scales, was surrounded by misty water vapor, and even the surrounding vast ocean was under his control.

The three Demon King of the Heavenly Ape Domain have gathered here.

At that moment, the sea surface suddenly churned violently; a giant whirlpool formed without warning, and the seawater spread out in all directions.

Eight thick, giant tentacles burst forth from the water, gripping the cliff face tightly; the half-human, half-beast body of the Eight-Tentacled Demon King rose with the force, landing steadily on the cliff top.

Immediately afterwards, the space at the center of the vortex distorted, Abyss Fish Demon King transformed into a cold, sinister man draped in a black robe, stepping slowly out through the void.

The two demon Demon King of the Sea Beast Demon Domain arrived as promised.

"The Flood Dragon Clan has been wiped out."

"How should we, then, conduct ourselves?"

Yuan Shan didn't utter a single polite word; his voice boomed like muffled thunder atop the cliff.

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's giant tentacles slapped the surface of the sea repeatedly, and he sneered, "Those old mudskippers think too highly of themselves, dominating the South Sea for tens of thousands of years; they suppress us races from all over the world and plot against us in secret."

"Now that they've been completely uprooted, it's their own fault."

"Brother, stop making sarcastic remarks."

The Abyss Fish Demon King's eyes were sinister as he sighed helplessly, "That territory in the south has now completely fallen into the hands of the Myriad Demon Domain."

"The land of the Nine Provinces is vast; in this Profound Spirit Continent, who is the ruler? Don't you know the answer?"

The Mountain-Moving Demon King had the most violent temper. With one punch, he smashed half of the cliff wall next to him, and stone chips flew everywhere, causing the earth to shake.

"That's too domineering! Do they really think the world belongs to them alone?"

"Not content with swallowing eight states in the Midwest, they even raided the South Sea!"

"Brother, I told you long ago that Shi Jian is a wolf in sheep's clothing; but you wouldn't listen to me, and even though I've been secretly trying to suppress him, I can't stop him at all."

"He has the ability, what can we do?"

Yuan Shan's gaze was deep, and his tone carried an undisguised solemnity. "Previously, undercurrents were surging on the continent; the situation was so complex. If we don't help the Myriad Demon Domain, who else can we help?"

"We must rely on the Myriad Demon Domain to keep the Human Race in check; this is a necessity dictated by the circumstances. Moreover, having slain several Nascent Soul Nascent Soul, who among us can withstand such power?"

"What can we do to stop it?"

"Stop your hindsight bias and endless chatter. The situation was incredibly chaotic back then. If we hadn't joined forces with the Myriad Demon Domain, would we be here today, gossiping behind each other's backs?"

"You're spouting complete nonsense!"

The entire area fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoing through the air.

The Flood Dragon Clan possessed an incredibly profound foundation, yet it was annihilated in just a few days; this devastating destruction instilled a strong sense of urgency in all the Demon King present.

Today it's Flood Dragon, tomorrow it might be Heavenly Ape.

Could it be a sea monster the day after tomorrow?

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's tentacles stirred the seawater uneasily. "So you've summoned us here today to form an alliance?"

"Good."

Yuan Shan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two demons opposite him. "The nine provinces of central and western China are now a united front."

"If we continue to fight separately, we will be defeated one by one sooner or later; the Heavenly Ape Domain and the Sea Beast Demon Domain must support each other."

"On the surface, things may seem peaceful, but secretly we'll advance and retreat together."

"Otherwise, we will be crushed by the Myriad Demon Domain sooner or later; the current situation is no longer the time for us to contend for supremacy, but for self-preservation!"

"Checks and balances?"

"Yuan Shan, what nonsense are you spouting? What means do we have to keep you in check?"

The Abyss Fish Demon King sneered, his tone laced with mockery. "With just the five of us worthless fish and shrimps, how can we possibly restrain that behemoth?"

"We do not seek hegemony, only self-preservation."

Yuan Shan gripped the giant pillar tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. "The Demon Race's dominance over the continent is already established, but we must never allow one to become the sole power."

"As long as our two domains form an alliance, creating a pincer movement, the Myriad Demon Domain will have to think twice before trying to harm us."

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King and the Abyss Fish Demon King exchanged a glance, but remained silent.

They knew perfectly well that Yuan Shan was telling the truth; the demon race understood the principle of Demon Race as well.

Although I was extremely unwilling, I ultimately had no choice but to agree.

"Fine, then so be it."

"They've been fighting and strife for two or three hundred years now, when will it ever end?"

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King sighed, but finally agreed; the five Nascent Soul Demon King reached a consensus on this isolated island.

Wei Province, Grand Purity Sect.

The once ethereal and beautiful Daoist Blessed Land is now shrouded in a heavy aura of death; the protective array's light screen has dimmed to an extreme degree.

The atmosphere inside the Grand Purity Hall was tense and ready to fight.

After the fall of Ancestor Profound Purity, the Grand Purity Sect lost its last pillar of strength; now, only four figures remain in the main hall, the four remaining Nascent Soul True Lord of the Grand Purity Sect.

True Lord Xuanlie's face was pale, his eyes filled with anxiety and determination.

True Lord Zhaohuo stood beside him, his expression shifting between light and dark, his fiery aura flickering intermittently.

Opposite them, True Lord Hanyue and True Lord Qingxu glared at each other, neither backing down.

"Xuanlie! You deserted your post in the face of battle, causing the deaths of Wenxuan and Qingfeng. Now, with the sect's survival at stake, you're trying to escape again?!"

True Lord Hanyue pointed at Xuanlie, his voice hoarse with anger.

Xuanlie sneered, showing no remorse. "Stay and wait to die? Ancestor Profound Purity has already passed away. With just the four of us, what can we do to stop the Demon Race army outside?"

"Once the sect's protective formation breaks, we'll all become food for the Demon Beast!"

"You still can't go and join Devil Cultivator!"

True Lord Qingxu trembled with rage, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. "My Grand Purity Sect has a ten-thousand-year history, and we cultivate the orthodox Xuanmen tradition!"

"You Devil Cultivator who went to serve in the Huang Province are a disgrace! How will you face your ancestors after death?"

Only those who are alive have the right to talk about shame.

Finally, True Lord Zhaohuo spoke, his voice chillingly cold. "Although the Western Nine Provinces have been occupied by the Demon Race, there are still many Devil Cultivator cultivators clinging to life on the islands of the West Sea overseas."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Staying here would only provide more food for the Demon Race; going overseas would at least preserve one lineage."

"You have forgotten your ancestors! You've recognized a thief as your father!"

True Lord Haiyue roared and unleashed his magic sword; the sharp Sword Qi raged throughout the hall.

"Get out of the way."

Xuanlie unleashed a burst of crimson sword Sword Qi, releasing the full pressure of Nascent Soul Middle Stage: "Hanyue, if you want to die, go die yourself. Don't drag us down with you."

"We're leaving the Grand Purity Sect today!"

The auras of the four Nascent Soul clashed fiercely within the hall.

The violent surge of spiritual energy surged in all directions, cracks appeared in the dome of the main hall, dust fell in abundance, and the hall teetered on the brink of collapse.

True Lord Hanyue stared intently at Xuanlie, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair.

He knew he couldn't keep them; if the people's hearts were scattered, the sect would perish.

Finally, True Lord Hanyue gave a bitter laugh and slowly sheathed his magic sword.

"Roll!"

Hanyue turned around, her back to the two of them; her voice was surprisingly calm. "The Grand Purity Sect has no place for cowards like you; from this day forward, our fraternal bond is severed."

Xuanlie and Zhaohuo exchanged a glance, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Without hesitation, the two turned around and transformed into two dazzling streaks of light, crashing through the dome of the main hall and soaring into the sky.

They took away the last 30% of the sect's treasure trove, headed west, broke through the void, and fled to the overseas Devil Province.

The main hall fell completely silent.

A cold wind rushed in through the broken dome, causing the eternal lamps to flicker erratically.

"Senior brother, is it worth it?"

Qingxu looked at the empty palace, his voice tinged with confusion.

Hanyue sat cross-legged, placing her natal flying sword across her lap; she reached out and gently stroked the cold blade, her eyes eerily calm.

There was no fear in it, only a sense of relief.

"The Grand Purity lineage has endured for ten thousand years, receiving offerings and prayers from the world; only when someone sheds their last drop of blood can we prove that we ever existed."

Hanyue raised her head and looked at the dim sky outside the palace:

"We Human Race would rather break than bend!"

"For this, even if it means facing death, I will protect this last piece of land for Human Race, and protect these millions upon millions of Human Race."

"What will happen to them if we all leave?"

"I am not a person of noble principles, but my heart is dead; rather than live on, I will do one last thing to protect you..."

"Though I die, I have no regrets."

Qingxu remained silent for a moment, then sat down cross-legged beside him and closed his eyes; a smile then appeared on his lips.

"It's alright, your junior brother will accompany you."

"This is the sin we have committed, and we must bear the consequences."