403: Chapter 403 Descending upon the Demon Camp! My people, even the King of Hell can't take them away.

The next morning.

Deep within the Myriad Realms Battlefield, beneath a desolate black stone forest, lay a hidden, massive natural cavern.

This was the final refuge where the remnants of the Ancient Demon Race had fled for their lives.

A suffocating air of despair permeated the cavern. Countless elite members of the Demon Race lay heavily wounded and scattered along the surrounding stone walls.

On a stone platform in the deepest part of the cavern, Ye Jiayin lay quietly.

This once peerlessly elegant Demon Sovereign, who had been feared by all races across the heavens, now resembled a wilting purple rose.

The Demonic Path Origin that had once pressured the ages was now completely dried up. On the bone-deep wound on her chest, grayish-white Death Qi and dark-golden sacred Laws intertwined into patterns of death, continuously devouring her last shred of vitality.

The two remaining Great Saint Realm Elders of the Demon Race knelt by the stone platform, their faces ashen with despair.

They had exhausted all the Devilish Qi in their bodies, yet they still could not stop the overbearing Death Qi from spreading. They knew that once this Death Qi invaded Ye Jiayin's heart, the Demon Race's last pillar of support would be completely broken.

“Grand Elder, the Young Lord left alone last night and has not yet returned. The hound-beasts of the God and Nether Races will likely catch our scent and find us soon. We... should prepare for the worst,” a withered-looking Demon Elder said with a trembling voice, his tone filled with deep helplessness.

The Grand Elder closed his eyes, old tears streaming down his face.

Was the Demon Race, this ancient imperial clan that once ruled a region, truly going to meet its end today?

Just as the entire cavern fell into a deathly silence of despair...

The hidden Formation at the cavern entrance was suddenly torn open from the outside without warning.

“Enemy attack—!”

A demon warrior on guard duty let out a shrill roar. All the demons in the cavern who could still move instinctively grabbed their broken weapons and struggled to stand, their eyes burning with the madness of cornered beasts.

Accompanied by the light of the shattering Formation, two figures, one in front of the other, slowly walked into the dim cavern.

The person in front was a young man dressed in moon-white silk robes.

He had a tall and straight stature, with a deep gaze that carried an arrogance that looked down upon the world. That imposing presence, even as he strolled in as if through a leisure garden, made the demons present feel an almost suffocating sense of pressure.

Half a step behind him was a black-clad woman with a hot figure. She followed submissively with her head bowed, trailing the young man like a shadow that had lost its own will.

“Young Lord?!”

The Grand Elder recognized the woman's face and cried out in shock.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

This Young Lord, Ye Wushuang, who was usually as cold as frost and never even showed him, the Grand Elder, any courtesy, was now following behind a human youth like a humble maidservant.

In her originally cold, deep purple eyes, there were even traces of lingering charm and a faint blush that had not yet faded.

Ye Wushuang ignored the Grand Elder's shock.

She followed closely behind Xu Chen, her gaze passing through the crowd to stare fixedly at the lifeless figure on the stone platform.

“Hus... Young Lord, my mother, she...” Ye Wushuang's voice trembled slightly, and she instinctively grabbed Xu Chen's wide sleeve. In this moment where even she, usually so strong, felt despair, this man before her was the only driftwood she could cling to.

Xu Chen patted the back of her hand, signaling her to be at ease.

His gaze swept over the surrounding demon remnants who were acting as if facing a great enemy, and his lips curled into an undisguised sneer of contempt.

“Put down your blades. If This Young Master wanted to kill you, the sound of breathing in this cavern would have stopped the moment I entered.”

Xu Chen's words were arrogant to the extreme, yet not a single demon dared to speak out in rebuttal. The power that had torn the Formation just now was far beyond them even in their prime, let alone in their current state of defeated remnants.

Ignoring the reactions of these demons, Xu Chen walked straight toward the stone platform in the deepest part.

The Grand Elder instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was pinned to the spot by a wisp of Qi casually released by Xu Chen, unable to move even a finger.

Xu Chen stood before the stone platform, looking down at the dying Ye Jiayin.

In just one night, this top-tier mature beauty had become significantly thinner. Her originally plump and rounded cheeks had sunken deeply, her pale skin was covered in gray spots of Death Qi, and even her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

“They certainly played dirty.”

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a layer of purple-gold divine light flickering deep in his pupils. As his Heavenly Dao Divine Pupils activated, he instantly saw through the lingering destructive Laws within Ye Jiayin's body.

With the residual power of an extreme dao imperial weapon combined with the backlash from a shattered Origin, any saintly physician in this world would have helplessly shaken their head and prepared for her funeral.

But for Xu Chen, if he wanted to strike a name from the Book of Life and Death, he would do so.

“My, Xu Chen's, person—never mind a mere two shadows of imperial weapons, even if king yama himself came today, he would have to obediently leave her for me.”

Xu Chen snorted coldly.

His cultivation at the Late Stage of the Great Saint Realm erupted completely at this moment, and the long-dormant Hongmeng Creation Origin Body within him let out a Soul-shaking roar like an awakening primordial dragon.

A dense stream of purple-gold Qi surged out from Xu Chen's palm.

This stream of Qi possessed not a hint of killing intent, yet it radiated an absolute vitality and dominance that transcended all the Daos of the heavens.

Xu Chen hovered his palm over Ye Jiayin's shocking wound.

The purple-gold Hongmeng Creation Qi poured down continuously as if it had a life of its own, forcefully surging into Ye Jiayin's limbs and bones.

“Sizzle— sizzle—”

The sound of grating corrosion echoed from the stone platform.

The grayish-white Death Qi that had been rampaging inside Ye Jiayin, leaving even the Demon Grand Elder helpless, was like melting snow under a blazing sun the moment it touched the Hongmeng Creation Qi. It let out a shrill screech and was forcibly dispersed and evaporated at a visible speed.

Even the dark-golden sacred Law that stubbornly occupied her heart was forcibly wrapped and crushed by this overbearing purple Qi, eventually transforming into the purest energy that was fed back into Ye Jiayin's dried-up Dantian.

This scene left all the demons present dumbfounded.

The Demonic Path Laws they took pride in seemed like low-level sludge before this mysterious purple Qi.

After only half a cup of tea's time...

The shocking death spots on Ye Jiayin's wound completely faded. Although her Origin was still empty, her life, which had been drifting on the edge of death, had been forcibly dragged back from the gates of hell by Xu Chen.

Her extremely faint breathing began to stabilize. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up.

Xu Chen withdrew his palm and stood with his hands behind his back.

“Her life is saved. However, the Origin is too severely shattered; it will take some effort to completely reconstruct it.”

He turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang, who was standing to the side, already moved to tears.

“In this wretched place of your Demon Race, is there any healing medicinal pool or spiritual spring? The more remote and the denser the Spiritual Qi, the better.”

The Grand Elder finally snapped out of his shock.

The look in his eyes as he watched Xu Chen no longer held any of the previous hostility, replaced only by deep awe and fanaticism. In this race that worshipped the strong, the method Xu Chen displayed to reverse life and death was enough for them to revere him as a god.

“Yes... yes! Deep within the cavern is an Earth Core Demon Spring, the final foundation of our clan. It is absolutely safe and hidden!” The Grand Elder scrambled forward, his tone filled with undisguised flattery and respect.

“Very well.”

Xu Chen nodded.

He did not let anyone help. Under the near-pilgrimage-like gazes of Ye Wushuang and the group of high-ranking demons, Xu Chen bent down and picked up the unconscious Ye Jiayin from the stone platform in a princess carry.

Even in her coma, Ye Jiayin's mature and plump figure still radiated an incredible charm. Xu Chen's arms steadily supported her back and the crook of her legs, his posture calm and domineering.

“Lead the way.”

Xu Chen spoke two words indifferently.

The Grand Elder did not dare to be slow, bowing his waist as he led the way in front.

Ye Wushuang followed closely by Xu Chen's side, watching the man who carried her mother and walked with great strides toward the depths of the cavern.

The last shred of her reservation as the Young Lord of the Demon Race completely dissipated within this absolute sense of security.