437: The conspiracy begins to emerge

Just as Xiao Zhuo began his hunt in the Nine Wood Forest Sea.

In the Immortal Realm, Yanzhou (Flame Continent) territory.

Within an ancient city that had long become a ruin, thunderous roars continuously erupted, shaking the Nine Heavens.

Figures intertwined with Immortal Light and Devilish Qi constantly fell from the high sky with miserable wails, crashing into the broken walls and ruins below, sending dust flying.

Immortals and Demons clashed, and every moment lives were lost. Above the entire city, Evil Qi so dense it almost solidified continuously gathered and surged, like the Demon Abyss opening its giant maw.

Suddenly, an extremely furious roar exploded from the Nine Heavens above, like thunder rolling across the battlefield:

"Wang Xianzhi! Prepare to die!"

Ten thousand feet high, the clouds were violently torn apart by a terrifying force, and a giant sword, entwined with dark demonic patterns and crimson demonic flames, appeared out of thin air!

The sword was a thousand feet long, surging with Evil Qi, as if it had condensed the wails of countless vengeful souls, carrying the might to slay Immortals and exterminate Gods, it fiercely slashed down towards a single person!

The sword's tip pointed at a figure with a tall and straight posture, robes fluttering.

He wore a light purple flowing cloud Immortal robe, his face was handsome, and his long hair was meticulously bound by a purple-gold Dao crown. Most chilling were his deep eyes, which seemed to hold the birth and death of stars, with subtle purple electric light occasionally flowing through them—it was Wang Xianzhi.

Facing this strike capable of splitting mountains and breaking peaks, Wang Xianzhi remained calm.

He didn't even retreat half a step, merely slowly raised a single hand and formed a profound magical seal.

Buzz—

With a soft hum, a giant scroll, large enough to seemingly obscure half the sky, suddenly unfurled behind him.

Within the scroll were not landscapes or figures, but endless rolling thunderous dark clouds; between the clouds, thousands of terrifying lightning bolts of various colors moved like Dragons and snakes, emitting a chilling Aura of destruction.

Just as the demonic flame greatsword was about to strike, the Myriad Thunder Diagram suddenly burst forth with brilliant lightning.

Within the scroll, the endless thunder seemed to be summoned, instantly transforming into blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, yue, hooks, forks... all kinds of divine weapons purely condensed from lightning, surging skyward like a torrent, directly colliding with that Immortal-slaying Demonic Sword!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless lightning weapons crashed into the Demonic Sword one after another, erupting in continuous, earth-shattering roars.

Pure lightning power and wicked demonic Evil Qi furiously eroded and annihilated each other, forming chaotic energy storms. Under this seemingly endless thunderous impact, the Demonic Sword's downward momentum was actually forcefully halted and slowed!

"Useless effort! Wang Xianzhi! This Nine Heavens Demonic Evil Immortal-Slaying Sword of mine was forged specifically for you over ten years! Ten years! Ten years ago, I was defeated by your hands, but today is your death day! Wang! Xian! Zhi!" A proud and domineering roar came from behind the clouds higher up, the sound waves rolling, showing the speaker's extreme confidence.

The clouds were swept away by a majestic Aura, revealing the true face of the speaker.

It was a young man wearing ferocious dark demonic armor and of extremely robust build, with a rugged face, eyes burning with fierce Battle Intent and arrogance, his entire body's pressure almost distorting space.

This person was the Prodigy who had become famous in the Eternal Tribulation Demon Abyss in recent years—Wuming.

He had fought Wang Xianzhi many times but was repeatedly defeated.

However, although Wang Xianzhi could defeat him, he was unable to completely kill him on several occasions, which showed his ability to preserve his life and his troublesome nature.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xianzhi's calm expression finally showed a slight change, the corner of his mouth curving into a clear sneer:

"You spent ten years just to forge a sword like this?"

"Still daring to act pretentious even when death is at your doorstep?!" Wuming was completely enraged by the contemptuous attitude, letting out an earth-shattering roar, "Annihilate him completely!"

With his furious roar, the demonic flames of the Nine Heavens Demonic Evil Immortal-Slaying Sword, suspended high in the sky, suddenly surged, its Evil Qi increased several times, and its downward pressure sharply intensified!

The scattered dark demonic flames even touched Wang Xianzhi's protective Immortal Light, and a few strands of scorching demonic fire brushed past his raised hair tips, bringing a burning heat.

"External tools should not make us waste time," Wang Xianzhi said indifferently, as if lecturing a junior, completely disregarding Wuming's increasingly furious gaze, and took a step into the air. "Let me show you some of my insights from these past few years."

As he took that step, a thunderous grand formation with a hundred-zhang radius instantly unfolded in mid-air, centered beneath his foot!

Wuming seemed to sense something, his expression drastically changing: "Your comprehension of the Dao has reached such a realm?!"

The response was not words, but countless spherical lightning bolts condensed to the extreme.

These lightning orbs continuously emerged from the grand formation beneath Wang Xianzhi's feet, each containing vast Dao power.

Over a hundred lightning orbs instantly engulfed the demonic flame greatsword.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, countless fragments of the demonic sword scattered and flew.

Wuming's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of demonic blood violently spurted out, his Aura instantly becoming chaotic and unstable.

This Nine Heavens Demonic Evil Immortal-Slaying Sword had long been refined by him into his Natal Demonic Weapon; now that it was shattered by Wang Xianzhi's single strike, he also suffered severe injuries.

"This time, you won't escape." Before Wuming could recover, a faint purple corner of a robe flashed beside him.

"Not good!" Wuming was startled and alarmed, desperately trying to activate his life-saving trump card.

However, a jade-like palm glowing with purple light had already imprinted itself on his abdomen.

"Puff!"

Wuming's body was sent flying backward by the blast, and a palm print that was transparent from front to back appeared on his abdomen!

Wang Xianzhi's offensive was relentless, transforming into streaks of lightning, continuously flashing within ten feet of Wuming.

In an instant, Wuming's entire body was struck repeatedly, and he burst apart with a resounding boom!

Wang Xianzhi's dozens of afterimages overlapped and merged, returning to his true form.

He indifferently scanned the sky full of demonic blood, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

This Wuming possessed formidable strength, extraordinary talent, and a demonic body capable of contending with his own. Alas... he took the wrong path.

Prodigies like them should have focused on comprehending the Dao. To waste time specifically forging external objects to deal with one person was truly to neglect the fundamental for the trivial.

All of Wang Xianzhi's treasures were obtained as spoils of war; he never wasted time forging them himself.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Xianzhi looked towards the other end of the battlefield.

There, a ten-thousand-foot giant beast roared to the sky, purple flames erupted everywhere, and an area-of-effect spell swept away hundreds of Demon Race members.

A graceful figure stood atop the giant beast's head, with illusory divine lights connecting the two.

On the other side, a golden-armored divine general, surrounded by tens of millions of golden divine weapons, and a green-glowing graceful figure charged into the center of the heavenly demonic army as if entering an uninhabited land.

The Immortal Realm's counterattack on Yanzhou (Flame Continent) had already secured victory.

Once the demonic army here was eliminated, Yanzhou (Flame Continent) would be completely recovered.

The main force of the Eternal Tribulation Demon Abyss army had been repelled three years ago and had withdrawn from Yanzhou (Flame Continent). Now only scattered Demon Race remnants remained, awaiting cleanup.

Wang Xianzhi transformed into a streak of lightning and disappeared, also heading to slay the remaining demonic army.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Yanzhou (Flame Continent).

In a dark space, thirty-six sinister flames suddenly lit up.

"Most of the top powerhouses in the Immortal-Demon Realm have already entered the Nirvana Realm, so our plan, which we have been preparing for so many years, can be fully launched!" A hoarse voice sounded from one of the flames.

"Three million years! This time, we will definitely help the Saint Ancestor escape!"

"Hehehe... This Venerable has already foreseen the scene of those disgusting Immortals and Demons turning into blood food."

"Haha... Heavenly Origin Saint would never have thought that even if he dispersed his Dao to form a realm and imprisoned the Saint Ancestor, we are still not all dead."

"With us here, the Saint Ancestor will eventually return to the world. The Immortal-Demon Realm, and even the entire Realm Sea, will become the pasture of our Saint Race!"