246: True Demon World

"Fellow Daoist, please do not be overly modest. Although Brother Han's strength was immense, as fellow Mahayana Realm Cultivators, your strength, Fellow Daoist Xuan Xiao, is not much inferior to his back then."

Yan Li shook her head and said.

Su Yu's strength was formidable; she could feel it. If compared to Han Fan of the past, both being in the Mahayana stage, Su Yu might not necessarily be weaker than him.

He was also on the same level as the True Dragon and Heavenly Phoenix.

Furthermore, once he completely converts his power into immortal essence, his strength will similarly undergo a qualitative leap.

However, converting immortal essence is incredibly difficult. Back then, Han Fan spent over a hundred pieces of immortal jade to perfectly convert his entire cultivation into immortal essence.

This immortal jade was 'borrowed' by Han Fan from those super-clans, which is one of the reasons why those super-clans hate Han Fan so much.

After all, only by converting one-third of one's power into immortal essence does one have a ten or twenty percent chance of surviving the Immortal Ascension tribulation.

Without immortal jade, relying solely on self-conversion is like the foolish old man moving a mountain—it is as difficult as reaching the heavens.

In fact, for many Tribulation Transcendence Stage Cultivators, the Great Heavenly Tribulation descends before they have even converted one-third of their immortal essence.

Instead of dying during the Immortal Ascension tribulation, they end up dying under the Great Heavenly Tribulation, which is quite a tragic misfortune.

"I see."

After receiving Yan Li's affirmative response, Su Yu felt more confident.

It seemed that now, even against a descended True Immortal, he might not be without the power to fight back.

Moreover, for a True Immortal's soul fragment to descend to the Lower Realm is fraught with difficulties; even if it succeeds, it might not possess the strength of a fully descended True Immortal.

Given this, Su Yu's plans became a few degrees more certain.

"Fellow Daoist, since you have joined the Holy Palace, choose a mountain range from the Holy Palace to be your Blessed Land."

With a wave of Yan Li's hand, a map of the Holy Palace appeared before Su Yu's eyes.

As a small world, this place followed the concept of a square earth under a round sky. There were as many as a hundred selected Mahayana Blessed Lands on it!

They were all marked with red dots, while the remaining fifty or sixty unoccupied Blessed Lands were marked with green dots.

"Then I shall choose this one."

Su Yu looked them over and chose a relatively secluded Blessed Land.

It was an inland sea Blessed Land within this small world; there was only one such place in the entire inland sea.

Its area wasn't particularly large, being only fifty thousand miles long and twenty thousand miles wide.

"Very well, I have registered it for you."

Seeing Su Yu choose such a remote Blessed Land, Yan Li didn't say much and simply followed the procedure to register it for him.

Next, Yan Li took out a jade token and handed it to Su Yu.

Yan Li said, "This item is the proof of ownership for Fellow Daoist Xuan Xiao's Blessed Land, and it is also the key to opening the Blessed Land's Formation barrier."

"If you place your Grotto-Heaven inside the Blessed Land, I can arrange for maidservants to help you decorate the place so it looks flourishing."

"Then I will trouble you, Fellow Daoist Yan Li."

Su Yu cupped his hands in a bow and smiled.

Yan Li waved her hand to indicate it was no trouble.

In truth, it was only because it was Su Yu. For any other Peak Mahayana Stage Cultivator, Yan Li wouldn't have appeared in person.

Usually, the tedious affairs of the Holy Palace were left to the Vice Palace Master, Liu Shuang.

Even the reception of Peak Mahayana Stage Cultivators fell to her.

Following Yan Li's instructions for her subordinates to handle it personally, Su Yu's Blessed Land was soon decorated to look flourishing.

And according to Su Yu's request, the Blessed Land was divided into four areas, representing the changes of the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

It took less than a month to set everything up.

One had to admit, the Holy Palace's speed was truly fast.

After moving into the Blessed Land, Su Yu named it Xuanxiao Blessed Land and gave the jade token to Han Weier to hold.

Normally, the Blessed Land was managed by Xiao Lingyue.

Because of their relationship with Su Yu, both of them could enter and leave the Holy Palace at will.

Han Weier felt that Xuanxiao Blessed Land was a bit too empty, so she wanted to plant some spiritual flowers, Spiritual Plants, and Spirit Medicine; selling them would also bring in a significant amount of Spirit Stones.

Su Yu did not refuse.

Thus, Han Weier selected a group of maidservants from the Holy Palace's attendants who were skilled in spiritual farming to be responsible for managing the medicinal garden for her.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingyue also requested people to excavate a thousand-mile lake within the Blessed Land for raising aquatic species.

These were all precious spiritual fish, which were excellent whether for cooking or selling.

To this end, she also hired a group of maidservants skilled in raising spiritual fish to manage it.

As for Su Yu, after giving Yan Li a brief notice, he headed to the True Demon Realm alone.

It was time to settle the score with the Peach Blossom Saint Ancestor!

...Across tens of thousands of miles of yellow sand, thick Devilish Qi was everywhere.

At this moment, a merchant caravan was traveling through this yellow sand. Dozens of massive Demonic Beasts, resembling rhinoceroses, were pulling wagons full of goods.

Seated upon these Demonic Beasts were several hundred Demon people with powerful Physical Bodies.

"Huyantuo Mo, where are we?"

"Reporting to Young Lord, we have reached the territory of the Washa Tribe."

"Washa Tribe... I didn't expect that after traveling for nine years, we've only covered over three million miles. We aren't even halfway to the Holy Capital."

Inside a luxurious carriage on the back of a Demonic Beast, a wealthy young man had just woken up from a deep sleep.

He spoke to Elder Huyan, who was driving the Demonic Beast outside, to inquire.

As Elder Huyan replied that they had reached the Washa Tribe's territory, the wealthy young man rubbed his forehead with a slight headache.

He was the Young Lord of the Qingcang Tribe. He had been Cultivating peacefully within the tribe when he was suddenly arranged by his father to follow the tribe's merchant caravan to the Holy Capital.

The Holy Capital was the Holy Land of their Northern Mo Thirteen Provinces.

It possessed supreme and lofty immortals, gods, demons, and saints. Every tribe in the Northern Mo Thirteen Provinces had to go there on a pilgrimage once every hundred years.

Furthermore, in order not to miss the pilgrimage, those who lived far away had to set out in advance.

Northern Mo was too vast. Although traveling back and forth was troublesome, this pilgrimage was also a good opportunity for these Demon Race tribes to take their surplus resources and exchange them for the resources they urgently needed.

At the same time, they could also meet the various Holy Envoys of the Holy Capital.

Many people from the tribes went simply to see the world.

Moreover, when going to the Holy Sovereign, if one was lucky, they might even be favored by the Holy Sovereign and become a Disciple under his command, achieving meteoric success!

It wasn't as if such opportunities hadn't occurred in previous years.

However, this wealthy young man did not have such ambitions.

Learning that they hadn't even reached the halfway point, the wealthy young man yawned and fell back into a slumber.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion erupted in the world.

Like a dragon's wrath shaking the nine heavens, it seemed as if it would tear the world apart.

The wealthy young man was shaken by the sound until he bled from his seven orifices. Even with his Physical Body comparable to a second-rank Demon person, he could hardly endure it and fainted in pain for a moment.

It wasn't just him; everyone within the range of this earth-shattering sound was shaken until they bled from their seven orifices.

Their entire tribal merchant caravan instantly fell into a dead silence.

"Human Race Cultivator, how dare you!"

At this moment, within the Holy Land of the Northern Mo Thirteen Provinces, a golden-haired burly man in crimson robes and a black-gold belt let out an extremely furious roar.

Watching the Northern Mo Holy Capital he had built over tens of thousands of years being reduced to ashes, he was so angry his lungs felt like they would burst.