393: Chapter 393 Exploring the Ruins! An Encounter with an Ancient Demon God Sleeping for Ten Thousand Years

The edge of the Myriad Realms Battlefield was a desolate Star Domain forgotten by time.

Gray-black ash floated in the air, the residue of Dao Laws left behind after ancient powerhouses clashed. The howling wind carried a fishy stench of Evil Qi, sounding like countless vengeful ghosts shrieking in one's ears.

Xu Chen walked through the sky, his Middle Stage Great Saint Realm cultivation easily pushing aside the surrounding Evil Qi. He had no clear destination, merely following a faint but extremely ancient energy fluctuation through the air, strolling toward the depths of the ruins as if taking a walk in a garden.

These ruins appeared to have once been a magnificent divine city, but unfortunately, only broken walls and debris remained. Giant white jade pillars were snapped into several sections, their surfaces covered in marks from sabers and axes; at the bottom of the dried-up spiritual lake, piles of white bones that had long since lost their divinity were faintly visible.

“To leave behind such a vast expanse of ruins deep within the Myriad Realms Battlefield, the owner back then must have at least been at the Great Emperor level.” Xu Chen rubbed his chin, a hint of interest flashing in his deep eyes.

He released his Divine Thought like an invisible giant net, enveloping the ruins for thousands of miles around.

A moment later, Xu Chen's eyebrows twitched slightly.

In the deepest part of these deathly silent ruins, he captured an extremely restrained yet unfathomably deep aura, like an abyss. This aura did not belong to the spiritual energy common in the cultivation world, but instead exuded a demonic nature pure to the extreme.

It wasn't the Demonic Path Cultivation Technique that Luo Hongyi had Cultivated in the Acquired stage, but an original aura belonging to the ancient Demon Race, radiating from the depths of the Bloodline and Origin.

Xu Chen used the Shrinking Ground to an Inch technique, his figure flickering repeatedly in the Void Realm. Within a few breaths, he crossed the vast distance and arrived before an ancient altar buried deep underground.

The altar was octagonal, crafted entirely from a dark red crystal that had absorbed endless blood. Around the altar stood twelve giant stone pillars carved with ferocious Demon God totems.

At this moment, within the blood pool at the center of the altar that had originally been dry, thick, ink-like black Devilish Qi was churning.

That Devilish Qi seemed to have a life of its own, twisting and intertwining in mid-air, eventually condensing into two exquisitely graceful figures.

The figure on the left was a woman draped in a dark purple gauze dress.

She leaned lazily against the bone throne at the edge of the altar, her waterfall-like purple hair draped casually over her smooth, rounded shoulders.

The woman's features were gorgeous to the extreme, with a dark red demonic mark at the center of her brow adding a touch of enchantment and allure.

Most striking was the mature charm she exuded, refined through ages of time, and the oppressive pressure of a superior who seemed to trample all living beings under her feet.

The figure on the right was a young woman wearing tight-fitting black demonic armor.

She held a long, narrow scimitar radiating heaven-toppling demonic flames, standing as straight as a javelin beside the bone throne.

The black demonic armor outlined her tall and hot figure to perfection, her long, straight legs full of explosive power.

The woman's face was seventy percent similar to the mature woman in the purple dress, but her temperament was entirely different. She was like a piece of mystic ice that would never melt in ten thousand years, her gaze as cold and sharp as a blade, her entire body exuding a coldness and killing intent that kept people a thousand miles away.

The moment these two figures completely condensed into form, the long-absent pale blue light deep within Xu Chen's mind quietly lit up.

The silent System panel automatically emerged, and two lines of golden text fell like a waterfall.

[Target One: Ye Jiayin]

[Identity: Ruler of the Ancient Demon Race]

[Height: 175cm | Weight: 58kg | Measurements: 98-62-98]

[Special Physique: Ancient Annihilation Demonic Physique]

[Comprehensive Score: 99 points]

[Target Two: Ye Wushuang]

[Identity: Young Clan Chief of the Ancient Demon Race]

[Height: 172cm | Weight: 52kg | Measurements: 90-58-92]

[Special Physique: Nine Nether Pure Yin Demonic Bone]

[Comprehensive Score: 98 points]

Looking at the data jumping on the System panel, the corners of Xu Chen's mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

“Good luck. Just stepped out for a stroll and bumped into two top-tier beauties.” He gave a light laugh, and instead of hiding his presence, he landed from mid-air with a flourish, his footsteps echoing in the empty underground altar.

Ye Jiayin was closing her eyes, greedily breathing in this long-awaited aura of the new era. Hearing the footsteps, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those were deep purple eyes that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

The moment she saw Xu Chen clearly, an imperceptible trace of surprise flashed in the depths of Ye Jiayin's eyes.

She had slept for an entire era, originally thinking that upon waking she would see those groveling Demon Race descendants, but she hadn't expected that the first to break into this Demon Race Forbidden Ground would actually be a human youth.

What surprised her even more was that this youth, facing the Demon Venerable pressure she unintentionally emitted, showed no fear whatsoever, and even dared to look her up and down with such an aggressive gaze.

“Bold scoundrel! Trespassing into the Demon Race Forbidden Ground, you seek death!”

Before Ye Jiayin could speak, Ye Wushuang, standing to the side, had already shouted sharply.

Killing intent surged in her frost-cold eyes, and the narrow demonic saber in her hand let out a sharp hum.

With a flick of her wrist, a black saber light dozens of feet long, seemingly capable of slicing through space itself, swept toward Xu Chen's face with a force that could destroy anything in its path.

Xu Chen didn't even blink at the sharp Saber Qi that was enough to split an ordinary Saint King in two.

He stood with his hands behind his back, not even moving half a step.

Only at the moment the saber light was about to touch the tip of his nose did he unhurriedly raise his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, and seemingly casually pinched forward.

“Ding!”

A crisp sound of clashing metal echoed throughout the altar.

That menacing black saber light was like it had struck an insurmountable primordial divine mountain, held firmly in mid-air by Xu Chen's two slender fingers, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch further.

The violent Devilish Qi dissipated around the saber light, carving deep grooves into the stone pillars around the altar, yet it didn't even lift the hem of Xu Chen's clothes.

“Only this much strength?” Xu Chen tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the saber light at his fingertips to look at the stunned Ye Wushuang with a half-smile, “Your figure is quite hot, but your temper is a bit too explosive. This is no way for a girl to treat a guest.”

Ye Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly.

Although she had just awakened and her cultivation had not yet returned to its Peak, even an ordinary Great Saint Realm powerhouse would not dare to be so arrogant as to take this blow head-on. This human before her had actually crushed her Saber Qi with just two fingers!

“Who are you?” Ye Wushuang gripped her demonic saber tightly, staring at Xu Chen as if facing a great enemy, the Devilish Qi around her churning violently.

“Who I am isn't important.”

Xu Chen applied a slight force with his fingertips, and with a 'crack', the black saber light shattered directly into a sky full of light specks. He clapped his hands and turned his gaze toward Ye Jiayin sitting on the bone throne, making no effort to hide the admiration in his eyes.

“What's important is that I've always had a habit. For the beautiful things that appear in my sight, I generally like to take them home and hide them away to admire slowly.”

This blatant flirting made Ye Wushuang's face turn ashen with rage. She was about to step forward with her saber again when she was interrupted by a light laugh from behind.

“Shuang'er, step down.”

Ye Jiayin's voice was lazy and husky, carrying a Soul-hooking magnetism. She slowly stood up from the bone throne.

With her movement, the dark purple gauze dress flowed like water, showcasing her plump and mature curves to the fullest.

She walked down the altar step by step with her bare, jade-white feet, her deep purple eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny as she looked Xu Chen up and down.

“What arrogant words. Human, do you know who this venerable one is?” Ye Jiayin stopped less than three zhang away from Xu Chen, her red lips parting slightly as she breathed out like an orchid.

“I know. The Ruler of the Ancient Demon Race, Ye Jiayin.” Xu Chen met her gaze calmly, even taking the opportunity to glance at her impressive cleavage, “A top-tier mature woman who has slept for over ten thousand years and just woke up, with her Origin not yet fully stabilized...”

A trace of solemnity finally flashed in Ye Jiayin's eyes.

This human youth not only saw through her identity but was even clear about the reality of her unstable Origin. In this Myriad Realms Battlefield, someone with this level of insight and composure was definitely not an ordinary person.

However, as a former ruler of the Demon Race, Ye Jiayin naturally wouldn't lose her composure over a few teasing remarks. The corner of her mouth hooked into a meaningful arc, the laziness on her face gradually receding, replaced by a spine-chilling allure.

“Since you know my identity and still dare to look at me with those eyes, your courage is even greater than your cultivation.”

Ye Jiayin slowly raised a slender arm, her fair fingertips lightly tracing through the air.

“However, I've been asleep for so long that I happen to find things a bit dull. Since you've delivered yourself to my door...” Her voice suddenly became ethereal and hollow, as if sounding from all directions at once, boring deep into one's Divine Soul, “then why don't you stay and keep me company to relieve my boredom?”

The moment her words fell, the scene of the entire underground altar suddenly changed.

The originally dilapidated altar and bone throne vanished.

The surrounding walls turned into an endless dark void, with countless strange demonic sigils emitting pink light intertwining and flickering in the void.

An extremely thick, exotic fragrance wafted over; this scent contained the seductive power of high-level Demonic Path Laws, capable of instantly triggering the deepest desires and fears in a living being's heart.

Ye Jiayin's graceful figure appeared indistinctly within the pink demonic sigils. She lightly loosened her robes, dancing in the void to an ancient and mysterious rhythm.

Every movement and every gaze exuded a fatal attraction, as if she wanted to pull a person's Soul directly out of their body.