236: Chapter 236 Overlooking the Mortal World

"Fellow Daoists,"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue rubbed his fingertips against the icy fox patterns on his folding fan, pausing deliberately to let the invisible pressure permeate the air like ink dripping into clear water, before speaking slowly, his voice laced with the arrogance unique to the top forces of Central Province, as if he were born to be above all living beings:

"My Myriad Demon Palace is one of the five top forces in Central Province. Within our Sect, not only is there an Old Ancestor at the Mahayana Stage sitting in the Nine Heavens, overlooking the mortal realm, but we also possess an ancient Demon God Legacy that has spanned eternity, flowing with Primordial Bloodline!"

"Whether it is the mountains of Heaven And Earth Treasure, inexhaustible cultivation resources, or supreme Cultivation Techniques capable of Heaven-Defying changes and shattering the Void Realm—"

His gaze was like a torch, his voice like a booming bell:

"All are far beyond what you mongrels from the border regions can imagine. Today, this Young Master will show mercy and point you toward a path to the heavens."

His gaze burned like a torch, sweeping over everyone present like a hawk. His eyes held undisguised condescension mixed with a deadly temptation, as if he were treating a group of ants about to be bestowed a favor:

"As long as you swear a Heavenly Dao oath on the spot, submit to me, Saint Son Yao Wuyue, as your master, offer your Soul blood as proof of the contract, and voluntarily let me plant the 'Demon God Seal' upon you, becoming vassals of the Myriad Demon Palace from now on, loyal for life, never to leave—"

"Not only will you be spared death today, but in the future, you will have endless glory and wealth, and you will be able to step onto the true path to the heavens—"

His voice suddenly rose:

"To assault the Undergoing Tribulation stage, which countless Cultivators dream of!"

Submit to him as master?

Plant the Demon God Seal?

Once these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding on the silent battlefield!

The dim Taiji Qi around Xuanyuan Zhanxian fluctuated violently, like a candle in the wind suddenly flaring up. His face turned as pale as iron instantly, and his fingers gripping his sword turned white from the force, even emitting the faint sound of bone cracking.

Li Chengsi's already twisted face became even more hideous, and bone-deep hatred erupted in his eyes. Even with his Dao foundation shattered and his breath fading like a leaf in the wind, he was still stirred by the blood in his bones by this shameless demand!

The crowd was in an uproar, sounds of shock and anger rising like a tide, their faces filled with disbelief and monstrous rage.

This was even more vicious than directly snatching Secret Realm treasures or forcibly kidnapping women!

It was even more despicable!

This was to completely strip them of their dignity as Cultivators, trample on their personal freedom, and even cut off their future Dao path, turning them into Puppets without self-awareness, their life, death, glory, and shame all controlled by Saint Son Yao Wuyue alone!

Once the Demon God Seal was planted, it would be like being shackled forever, with slave status carved into the depths of their Soul, forever becoming a vassal to others—

How is that any different from a walking corpse?!

"Saint Son Yao Wuyue! You are delusional!"

Fentian roared suddenly, his voice shaking the surroundings like rolling thunder. The weak flames around his body instantly flared up, turning into raging infernos covering his entire body. The flames were even mixed with a trace of blood color; clearly, he was so angry that he was burning his own essence blood.

His eyes were red as blood, staring fixedly at Saint Son Yao Wuyue, his expression as if he wanted to spit fire. His tone was full of endless disdain and anger:

"I, Fentian, have acted with integrity all my life, owing nothing to Heaven above or Earth below! I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"You want me to betray my Sect and abandon my dignity to become your slave?"

"Keep dreaming your spring and autumn dreams!"

The ancient sword in Jian Tanghuang's hand let out a rapid and high-pitched clear chime, like a Dragon's roar leaving its sheath. Sharp Sword Qi soared into the sky, almost piercing the firmament and splitting the dark clouds apart!

Her beautiful face was icy, as if covered in a layer of ten-thousand-year mysterious ice. She pursed her lips tightly, the lip line taut. Although she did not speak, the resolute Sword Intent surrounding her had already expressed everything—

The way of the Sword Cultivator is to break rather than bend, to be broken jade rather than intact tile!

The cold light in Yun Zhi's eyes was as biting as ten-thousand-year mysterious ice, and she exuded a faint power of moonlight. Yet, that moonlight carried a bone-chilling coldness. Her voice was icy and piercing, stabbing into people's hearts like an ice cone:

"Demon God Seal? It is rumored that once planted, the Divine Soul will be firmly controlled, life and death out of one's own hands. Even with high cultivation, one is just a marionette in the master's hands. How is that any different from a walking corpse?"

"As one of the top forces in Central Province, is this the despicable method the Myriad Demon Palace uses to recruit 'talent'?"

Her voice was like ice:

"Truly despicable!"

Even those Dynasty Prodigies who had previously been taciturn and trying to weigh the pros and cons now shook their heads one after another, their faces revealing firm expressions, their eyes flashing with the light of pride:

"Young Master Yao, these conditions are too harsh, forgive us for not being able to comply! Although we do not come from the top Sects of Central Province, we each have our own Sect Legacies and the pride of a Cultivator—"

"How can we become slaves to others just to survive, betray our original intentions, and leave a bad reputation for ten thousand years?"

Xuanyuan Zhanxian stepped forward. Although the Taiji Qi around him was dim due to exhaustion, it still exuded an inviolable majesty, like a sleeping lion, tired but still intimidating the four directions.

He said coldly, his voice like ice colliding, every word clanging with power:

"Put away your tricks to bewitch people!"

"I, Xuanyuan Zhanxian, was born between Heaven and Earth, and I cultivate the Haoran righteousness—"

"The head can be cut off, and blood can flow, but the backbone must not bend!"

"You want to take us as slaves—"

He pointed his sword at Saint Son Yao Wuyue:

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Senior Brother's decision is our choice!"

Chu Zhanxiao held a thunder spear, the tip pointing obliquely at the ground. His Battle Intent was surging, like a volcano about to erupt. He walked to the left side of Xuanyuan Zhanxian without hesitation, the thunder power sizzling on the spear.

Jian Tanghuang also moved, standing to the right of Xuanyuan Zhanxian. Her ancient sword trembled slightly, and her Sword Intent intertwined with Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Taiji Qi, forming an invisible barrier. Black and white colors flowed on the barrier, along with sharp Sword Qi—

Indestructible!

"We Cultivators should have pride. We would rather die fighting—"

Her voice was like iron:

"Absolutely impossible to live on our knees!"

"Well said! Fight those Demon thieves!"

"We would rather die than submit!"

"How can we Cultivators bow down to others!"

Everyone echoed, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth. Their originally scattered Auras instantly condensed together, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. Even facing the monstrous pressure of the Myriad Demon Palace, they still straightened their backs, their eyes flashing with resolute light—

As if they wanted to perish with the enemy!

Facing the fierce opposition of the crowd, there was no surprise on Saint Son Yao Wuyue's face. Instead, that mocking sneer deepened, like an ice cave in winter, as if he had long expected this result:

"Pride? Dignity?"

"Hehe, how laughable!"

"In the face of absolute strength and life-and-death trials, these ethereal things are worthless!"

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like cracking ice, carrying undisguised killing intent, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire battlefield:

"Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit and insist on seeking your own death—"

"Then don't blame this Young Master for being ruthless!"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze lecherously roamed over Jian Tanghuang and Yun Zhi. His eyes were like substance, carrying undisguised possessiveness, as if he wanted to carve the appearance of the two Fairies into his bones. His voice was hoarse and full of desire:

"As for these two Fairies... This Young Master has plenty of methods to make you obediently submit, to let you taste the ultimate pleasure of the human world, and leave you unable to stop!"

"Elder Yin, do it!"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue closed his folding fan with a snap, a crisp sound like a thunderclap, and waved it downward fiercely. His tone was cold and domineering, carrying indisputable majesty:

"Everyone, leave no one alive, suppress them all and take them away!"

"For anyone who dares to resist, abolish their cultivation and break their limbs—"

His killing intent was sharp:

"Make them wish they were dead!"

"Yes, Young Lord."

A voice as hoarse as dry wood rubbing together came from the Guardian, Elder Yin, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

The two scarlet lights under his hood suddenly swelled, like two ghost fires. A strange and majestic Aura was about to erupt like a sleeping volcano—

That Aura was mixed with the smell of blood and decay, which was nauseating.

The palm, withered like a ghost claw, slowly raised, the palm wrapped in pitch-black Demon power, about to strike at the crowd.

At this critical moment—

Long Yue, who had been quietly watching everything, slowly stepped forward.

"Wait."

Her voice was as cold and clear as moonlight, but it carried a power that pierced people's hearts, like a breeze blowing over a lake—

Instantly suppressing the restlessness of the battlefield, making everyone quiet down.

The moment her words fell, beside her, that old woman who had always been silent as if blending into the shadows took half a step forward silently.

Just this half step—

An Aura completely different from the Guardian of the Myriad Demon Palace, Elder Yin, but equally unfathomable, rippled out like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake.

This Aura was as clear as ten-thousand-year mysterious ice, and as heavy as the virtue of the earth. It seemed plain, but it contained an inviolable majesty, making the temperature of the entire battlefield seem to drop a few degrees—

Tiny ice crystals even condensed in the air.

Elder Yin's strange Aura that was about to erupt—

Stalled suddenly!

As if strangled by an invisible force, the scarlet light under the hood instantly turned to the old woman, pupils slightly constricted, eyes full of shock and dread.

Clearly, he felt a threat of the same level from this old woman—

That was a terrifying strength that had been precipitated through the ages and returned to simplicity, not something an ordinary Cultivator could possess. Like a sleeping ancient beast, once awakened, it would surely be earth-shattering!

The air froze instantly!

The Guardian of the Myriad Demon Palace and the Guardian of Long Yue's side faced each other from afar. Two terrifying Auras collided and intertwined in the Void Realm, forming visible vortexes of airflow. The surrounding space was slightly distorted, as if it might collapse at any time—

Emitting a groan of being unable to bear the load!

Everyone present held their breath, their eyes scanning back and forth between Elder Yin and the old woman, their hearts stirred with monstrous waves—

Long Yue's Guardian was actually also an existence at the Mahayana Stage!

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