130: The Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult has returned! A storm is brewing in the Nine Netherworlds!

As the eyes of the entire Xuan Yuan Continent were drawn to the flames of war ignited by Ji Hongxue in the Northern Region...

In the southwest of the continent, in that land deemed ominous by Righteous Path Cultivators, the Nine Nether Demon Domain, a storm belonging to the Demonic Path was quietly brewing.

The sky here was an eternal dark red.

It was as if the blood and tears of gods and demons had never dried throughout the ages, congealing upon the firmament.

The earth was charred and cracked, and from the abyss-like fissures, plumes of black Devilish Qi capable of tainting the Divine Soul surged forth.

There was no Spiritual Qi in the air, only violent, chaotic Demonic Energy filled with a primal desire for destruction.

This place was a paradise for demonic Cultivators and a graveyard for order.

Boom—!

A thousand-zhang demonic boat, constructed from the skeletons of tens of thousands of powerful beings, resembled a moving mountain range of white bones as it arrogantly tore through the dark red sky, crushing its way toward the heart of the demon domain.

Atop the demonic boat, a pitch-black banner emblazoned with a nine-headed demonic serpent totem flapped loudly, emitting a heart-palpitating malevolent aura.

The banner of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult.

At the prow, upon a throne carved from the complete skeleton of a Great Saint Realm demonic Dragon, a figure reclined.

It was Liu Ruyan.

A tight-fitting black dress wrapped around her breathtaking curves, her snow-white long legs were casually crossed, and the touch of crimson nail polish on her toes looked like a drop of congealed blood in the dim light.

She had returned.

From Tiandu, a place where she had watched countless good shows and incidentally emptied out the Myriad Dao Auction House, she returned to this bloody and chaotic kingdom of hers.

"Your Highness Saintess, we have arrived at Ten Thousand Demon City."

A one-eyed old man with a scarred face and a profound aura stood respectfully by her side.

He was Liu Ruyan's Dao Protector, a genuine Peak Great Saint.

Liu Ruyan opened those eyes that always carried a hint of a smile, yawned lazily, and stretched.

A simple movement caused the surrounding Demonic Cult guards to lower their heads in unison, their heavy breathing echoing one after another.

Beneath the throne, a hideous giant city built upon endless skeletons lay prostrate on the ground.

Ten Thousand Demon City.

The center of the Nine Nether Demon Domain, and also the venue for this session's ten-thousand-year demon codex.

The city walls were cast from unknown black divine metal and the bones of giant beasts, soaring into the clouds, with many dried corpses hanging upon them, exuding a twisted and evil style.

On the streets, bizarre demonic Cultivators came and went—some with horns on their heads, some with wings on their backs, some half-human and half-beast—the air was thick with the scent of blood and death.

There were no rules here; the only truth was the fist.

Today's Ten Thousand Demon City, however, had an extra touch of restlessness compared to usual.

Huge banners made of tanned human skin were hung everywhere in the city, with bold characters written in blood.

"The ten-thousand-year demon codex begins today! The yellow springs demonic sword—who shall claim it!"

"Netherworld Palace Demonic Saint Li Jiuyou vows to seize the demonic sword and unify Nine Nether!"

"Blood River Sect Saint Xue Wuya awaits the arrival of the Nine Nether Saintess here!"

The once-in-ten-millennium demonic cultivation grand ceremony!

The final victor would obtain the qualification to enter the "Yellow Springs Devil Emperor Secret Realm" and attempt to claim that ancient Devil Emperor weapon representing the supreme authority of the Demonic Path—the yellow springs demonic sword!

Whoever obtained the sword would be the next leader of the Demonic Path, commanding Nine Nether!

The moment Liu Ruyan's demonic boat appeared over Ten Thousand Demon City...

Several powerful, cold, and undisguisedly malicious Divine Thoughts in the city, like sharks smelling blood, instantly locked onto her.

"Hehe, has our Nine Nether Saintess finally deigned to return from the gentle embrace of those hypocrites in the Righteous Path?"

A man's voice, full of sarcasm and jealousy, rang out directly in Liu Ruyan's mind.

Liu Ruyan didn't even lift her eyelids; she just stuck out her scarlet tongue and lazily licked her red lips.

The Demonic Saint of the Netherworld Palace, Li Jiuyou.

A fool whose head contained nothing but muscles, slaughter, and jealousy.

She didn't respond.

Because a more interesting "welcome ceremony" had already arrived.

Boom!

A blood-colored blade light soared into the sky from a palace below that was overflowing with blood-qi!

The blade light was a thousand zhang long, churning a sea of blood across the sky, carrying a ferocious aura capable of severing mountains and rivers as it slashed straight down toward the demonic boat!

This was a test, and even more so, a provocation!

"Presumptuous!"

The guards on the demonic boat were shocked and were about to activate the protective formation.

"No need."

Liu Ruyan spoke indifferently, making everyone stop their movements.

She still reclined on the throne, her posture unchanged.

She only slowly raised a fair index finger.

That slender and delicate finger seemed laughably tiny compared to that terrifying blade light capable of splitting a Saint.

She gave a light tap toward the blade light.

No explosion, no roar.

That overbearing and peerless blood-colored blade light vanished into thin air three feet away from her fingertip.

Silently.

As if it had been completely erased from this world by an invisible hand.

Effortless and calm.

In the city below, within the palace of the Blood River Sect, a suppressed muffled groan suddenly rang out.

"Xue Wuya, next time you want to greet this Saintess, remember to choose a better blade."

Liu Ruyan's charming voice clearly reached inside that palace.

"Otherwise, this Saintess will think it's some stray dog without a leash barking wildly at the sky."

Inside the palace, a feminine-looking young man dressed in blood-red robes suddenly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the top-tier Saint-grade longblade in his hand, now covered in cracks, with eyes full of shock and resentment.

This woman... how could she have become so terrifying?!

One finger!

With just one finger, she had ruined his life-bound Saint weapon!

This move instantly intimidated all the onlookers.

Those Divine Thoughts locked onto Liu Ruyan withdrew in terror like a ebbing tide.

The demonic boat slowly descended.

Liu Ruyan walked into the Saintess palace built entirely of white bones and sat upon the pale throne crafted from the skulls of countless experts.

She rested her chin on one hand, her seductive eyes sparkling with light.

[A bunch of boring fools; added together, they aren't even as fun as one of the Little Man's fingers.]

She licked her red lips, and another face involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That face that was excessively handsome, always wearing a lazy smile, but was wicked to the core.

[I wonder what my Little Man is doing right now?]

[Is he being pestered by that Ice Block Face Fiancée, or is he being plotted against by that hypocritically aloof Empress?]

At the thought of the various "troubles" Su Chen might encounter, Liu Ruyan felt incredibly happy.

She even felt that compared to fighting for the demonic sword, watching that Little Man's antics was more interesting.

[Once I get the yellow springs demonic sword, I'll go to the Su Family to propose marriage.]

[Hehehe, I really want to see what kind of expressions that Ice Block Face and the Empress will have when they see me openly snatching the Little Man away.]

As Liu Ruyan thought about it, she let out a low laugh, one filled with delight and... cruelty.