The Beastman Race

This face was all too familiar to Fang Chi and other old acquaintances in the Twin Orchid Realm.

If Sang Ying hadn't already told them personally that Su Fuyun had been killed by her, Fang Chi would probably have thought that Su Fuyun had been reborn!

The woman in front of me was completely enveloped in Demonic Qi, and her face was covered in purple demonic markings, making her look extremely eerie.

Her eyes weren't the typical black, but a vibrant blood red!

"You are... Su Fuyun?" An elder from the Flowing Light Sword Sect asked in surprise, his eyes wide.

But the woman with the exact same face as Su Fuyun chuckled, though her laughter was laced with malice. "You're all wrong. How could I be that fool? She was just a target I set up for others, she died eight hundred years ago! Sect Leader Sang, Elder Xiao, how could you forget me so quickly? I am Qi Yaoji!"

As she spoke, she suddenly waved her hands.

The demonic mist swept across the entire sect, leaving no gap untouched.

Her actions were too sudden, and everyone had been living too comfortably for the past month, causing them to lose their sense of crisis. As a result, they didn't react in time and all of them suffered.

Sang Zheng and the others were clever; they became alert as soon as Qi Yaoji made her move.

However, this demonic mist was all-pervasive, and even though they were prepared, they were still somewhat tainted by the Demonic Qi.

The Demonic Qi that Qi Yaoji had specially refined was different from before, and its spread was astonishingly fast.

Helian Mo only had a little stain on his clothes, but in the blink of an eye, he had become a demon.

When everyone looked over again, he had already transformed back into his original form, becoming a giant black wolf, with Demonic Qi surging from his breath.

"Today is truly a good day." Amidst the wails of the crowd, Qi Yaoji walked happily to the head of the main hall and sat down, looking down at everyone with an air of dominance.

There were so many powerful figures and cultivators attending this dao companion Ceremony that Qi Yaoji easily captured them all.

With a wave of her long sleeves, a reclining chair suddenly appeared in the hall, and nestled on that chair was none other than Gu Huaiwei!

"My lord, it's a pity you can't witness today's grandeur, but it's alright, I'll tell you. This will be the beginning of my conquest of the Lower Realm!" Qi Yaoji smiled, her eyes brimming with ambition.

Since she was destined to be unable to ascend, she would make sure that no one else in the world could ascend!

Gu Huaiwei foolishly wanted to pave the way for Sang Ying's future, but he didn't expect that the other party would not accept his kindness at all. But Qi Yaoji is different. She will use the Heart of the Devil God that Gu Huaiwei has condensed to make the entire Lower Realm her own!

Just watch, she'll be the ultimate winner!

A strange cry pierced the vast plains and reached the distant glaciers.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew in, whipping up a sandstorm that carried it far away.

On the sand dune, a small, slightly bulging sandbag moved gently, revealing a scarred hand.

The woman's robes were tattered beyond recognition; some parts looked as if they had been burned, while others appeared to have been torn by wind blades.

Only that beautiful blue stood out as a refreshing sight amidst the yellow sand.

Sang Ying struggled to pull her hands and feet out of the sand. It took her a long time to adjust before she opened her eyes in the glaring sunlight.

The completely unfamiliar surroundings surprised her. Could this be the afterlife?

At this moment, she was completely powerless, and the Divine Power within her body had long been drawn away by the Heavenly Dao after she jumped into the sea of fire. Fortunately, her Soul Leaving Stage cultivation was genuine, but this world seemed to lack Spiritual Qi, and Sang Ying would need some time to recover her strength.

After sitting on the sand dune for a while, Sang Ying finally regained some strength. She casually felt around in the sand for a bit and then touched something sharp.

Upon taking it out and examining it, it was indeed the Dragon Abyss Sword.

Sang Ying's Storage Bag was gone, but fortunately, the connection between the Dragon Abyss Sword and her was too strong, so it was able to stay with her.

Relying on the Dragon Abyss Sword, Sang Ying slowly got up and began looking for a place to stay temporarily.

Just as Sang Ying lost her power, the Dragon Abyss Sword at this moment was only slightly sharper than an ordinary sword, having long lost its former power to split mountains and cleave the earth.

However, Sang Ying didn't care about any of that; she just wanted to know where she was right now.

This world seems a bit strange; deserts border forests, and forests connect to plains. Beyond the plains lie glaciers, and near the glaciers is a vast ocean.

It looks as if several landscapes that should have been in different places have been randomly pieced together, creating a strange yet magnificent scene.

Sang Ying woke up in the desert. Fortunately, although she lacked Spiritual Power, she was still a cultivator who had experienced many tribulations, so she did not feel hunger or cold.

But living in the desert all the time wasn't a good idea, so she soon went into the forest, intending to build a small cabin there and settle down there for the time being.

She'll figure out exactly where she is before thinking about what to do next.

As soon as they stepped into the forest, the scorching temperature dropped considerably. Even though Sang Ying wasn't afraid of the heat, she still felt much more comfortable in the new environment.

She has been traveling around for many years and has learned a lot, including building houses. Normally, a cultivator like her could easily build a house with a wave of her hand.

However, Sang Ying has lost her Spiritual Power; at most, she's just stronger. Moreover, she's lost her Storage Bag, and even her usable magical Law Artifact and talismans are gone.

So they decided to cut down the wood and build the house themselves.

Fortunately, the sword spirit of the Dragon Abyss Sword is still asleep. Otherwise, if it knew that I had used such a divine weapon to cut down trees, it would probably throw a tantrum no matter how magnanimous I am.

Perhaps the noise she made while cutting down trees to build the house was too loud, because before Sang Ying's house was even halfway finished, the commotion started coming from the forest.

A series of hurried footsteps reached Sang Ying's ears, quickly alerting her.

Since arriving in this world, Sang Ying had not seen any living creatures here. Hearing these footsteps, she instinctively became alert, jumped up to a nearby tree to hide, and concealed her presence.

The footsteps grew louder, and Sang Ying lowered her body, gripping the Dragon Abyss Sword even tighter.

Suddenly, a small face peeked out from the grass, seemingly looking towards the direction of Sang Ying's wooden house for a while.

Sang Ying narrowed her eyes. Could this also be a dead person?

The little creature in the bushes seemed to have noticed that no one was near the cabin, so it boldly moved closer.

But as she stood up and stepped over the bushes, Sang Ying's gaze suddenly darkened, because the child's lower body was clearly shaped like a sika deer!

So, this is a Beastmen?!

A note from the author:

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