237: Chapter 237 The soul is in disarray

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's ink-black, sword-like brows suddenly furrowed into a " river" shape. The demonic baleful Qi churning in the depths of his eyes was almost ready to burst forth, like a sleeping Vicious Beast that had been thoroughly enraged.

The gold-painted folding fan in his hand slapped heavily against his palm with a "snap," the crisp sound sending fine ripples through the surrounding air, carrying an unquestionable pressure.

His gaze, like a poison-dipped cold blade, carved fiercely into Long Yue. The impatience in his tone, mixed with condescending scrutiny, was sharp enough to pierce the deathly silence of the Eternal Graveyard:

"Fairy Long Yue? What is the meaning of this?"

He deliberately drew out his tone, the tail end carrying a hint of playful viciousness, as if toying with an ant:

"Could it be... that you intend to openly make an enemy of my Myriad Demon Palace for the sake of these lowly, ant-like scums?"

Stormy waves were already churning in his heart, his mental abacus clicking away.

Guanghan Immortal Palace, this immortal palace floating above the cloud seas of the Nine Heavens, possessed power that rivaled the Myriad Demon Palace and was a true behemoth in the Central Region.

Long Yue was the leader of the younger generation of the Immortal Palace, her cultivation unfathomable, and it was rumored that she had long since touched that legendary Realm.

Usually in the Central Region, the two factions fought openly and secretly over resources, territory, and Heaven And Earth Treasure, each having their own victories and defeats.

Being in this perilous Eternal Graveyard at this moment, a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation, and falling out with her was truly unwise.

But letting the fat meat that was already in his mouth fly away was something he couldn't swallow.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's zhuxian sword intent, Jian Tanghuang's stunning beauty and resilience, Yun Zhi's pure spiritual body... these were all rare, uncut jades that only appeared once in a century. If he could refine them into demon slaves and extract their Origin cultivation, it would surely help him Breakthrough his current Bottleneck and even touch a higher Realm!

Long Yue stood amidst the cold mist, her plain white gauze dress fluttering in the wind, like an exiled immortal under the moon, unstained by any worldly dust.

Above her veil, those eyes were as cold as the thousand-year-old frigid light atop the Kunlun Mountains, containing not a shred of unnecessary emotion, as if nothing in the world could enter her gaze.

Her voice, however, carried the majesty of the Nine Heavens, calm yet filled with an indisputable power, sounding like heavenly music, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness:

"Saint Son Yao Wuyue, your Myriad Demon Palace acts recklessly and tyrannically in the Central Region, doing as you please, slaughtering Cultivators, and refining demon slaves. My Guanghan Immortal Palace has always minded its own business."

She paused slightly, her gaze sweeping across the scene like cold stars:

"But... this place is the Eternal Graveyard, not the back garden of your Myriad Demon Palace! You intend to refine the Prodigies of various regions into demon slaves and extract their Origin cultivation. If this matter were to spread back to their respective regions, it would surely trigger a catastrophe where a thousand regions would join forces to condemn you!"

"When the flames of war spread across the Central Region, even with the deep heritage and solid Foundation of your Myriad Demon Palace, you may not be able to remain unscathed!"

Her voice suddenly turned cold: "This is the first reason."

"The second —"

Her gaze shot like cold stars towards Elder Yin beside Saint Son Yao Wuyue. The black mist surrounding the old woman had faded by three parts, and although her aura was still robust, it faintly revealed a hint of sluggishness and emptiness, clearly at the end of her tether:

"Elder Yin, you just used your life-bound demonic essence to activate the great Divine Ability to sever Karma, forcibly isolating the Qi of this place and reversing heaven and earth. I fear you have depleted more than thirty percent of your Origin, have you not?"

"You may appear unharmed right now, but in reality, your Meridians are damaged, and your combat power has plummeted."

She stepped aside to reveal the old woman behind her, who was still resting with her eyes closed, yet seemed to have merged with heaven and earth:

"My grandmother is sitting here in meditation; although she has not opened her eyes, she has long been ready to strike. Her 'Taiyin Power' is specifically designed to counter you demons."

"If you insist on making a move, and both sides suffer, the vengeful ghosts and ancient Vicious Beasts in this Eternal Graveyard will not care whether you are a Saint of the Myriad Demon Palace or a Fairy of the Guanghan Immortal Palace —"

She enunciated every word, like ice picks hitting the ground: "They will only view you as excellent nourishment!"

The moment her voice fell, a faint circle of silver radiance suddenly emerged around the old woman behind Long Yue. This radiance appeared gentle, yet it contained power capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Her aura was like a bottomless abyss, seemingly calm and waveless, yet capable of devouring all sharpness, remotely facing off against Elder Yin's demonic baleful Qi — colliding to create invisible thunder!

The air seemed to have solidified under the pressure of the two terrifying forces, and the surrounding gravel and withered grass trembled, emitting groans of being unable to bear the burden!

The Prodigies from various regions were forced to struggle for breath by this pressure, retreating one after another, their Faces pale as paper!

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's expression instantly became colorful, shifting between green and white. Complex emotions like greed, wariness, unwillingness, and rage flashed in his vertical pupils, as if a palette had been overturned.

He was indeed afraid of the retaliation of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, and even more worried that Elder Yin's combat power was insufficient at this moment — he had seen the technique of severing Karma clearly just now, and the faint, barely noticeable trace of blood at the corner of Elder Yin's mouth was the best proof.

If this dragged on, once Long Yue was determined to act, he would have no way to escape even with wings.

But Xuanyuan Zhanxian's sword Dao talent, Jian Tanghuang and Yun Zhi's stunning beauty, were all rare, uncut jades that only appeared once in a century. Refining them into blood slaves could help him Breakthrough his current Bottleneck and even touch a higher Realm — giving them away like this made him itch with desire and felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He glanced at Elder Yin, whose aura was slightly obscure, and seeing the other party nod slightly, a trace of helplessness and compromise flashed in his eyes. In the end, he suppressed his churning greed and rage.

The folding fan in his hand snapped open, covering half his Face, revealing only a pair of unpredictable eyes, his tone carrying a bit of gnashing, suppressed endurance:

"What a 'not hurting harmony,' Fairy Long Yue certainly knows how to calculate! Fine, for the sake of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, this Saint will sell you this favor today!"

The conversation suddenly took a turn — he slammed his folding fan shut, his fingertip pointing straight at Chu Zhanxiao!

This gaze was like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey, the cold sharpness almost piercing through a person. The demonic baleful Qi around his body surged instantly, turning into a tangible pressure that enveloped Chu Zhanxiao, as if to crush him!

"But this Saint has one condition —"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying intense hatred and violence, like the roar of a beast: "This person must belong to my Myriad Demon Palace!"

"Otherwise, this favor, I won't sell it!"

"Today, let this Eternal Graveyard become the battlefield for our two factions!"

Frost gathered at Saint Son Yao Wuyue's fingertips, and this finger force pointing at Chu Zhanxiao was wrapped in bone-chilling demonic wind, whistling like ten thousand ice blades, as if to tear the air into powder!

The deathly silence in the arena instantly solidified into ice, and even the demonic baleful Qi that hovered year-round in the Eternal Graveyard seemed to be frozen by this suddenly tightened tension.

The Prodigies from various regions all held their breath, their eyes full of disbelief — who could have expected that he would ignore Jian Tanghuang's Phoenix Foundation and Xuanyuan Zhanxian's sword Dao talent, and instead insist on holding onto the seemingly most "reckless" Chu Zhanxiao!

Chu Zhanxiao was stunned at first, his bloodshot eyes instantly widening, and then he threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter full of unyielding pride and indignation, shaking the surrounding broken bones until they trembled, and even the bluestone under his feet cracked with fine lines:

"Bah! You fur-wearing, horned demon brat, why don't you go urinate and look at your own reflection! Your Grandpa Chu has a backbone, how can I allow you demons to covet me?"

"Want to make me your dog?"

"Dream on!"

He gripped his long spear tightly, his Battle Intent erupting like a volcano in his eyes: "Even if it means Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, I will drag you down with me and peel off your demon skin!"

"Noisy!"

The angry shout exploded like thunder from the Nine Heavens, making people's eardrums ache and their blood and Qi surge!

Saint Son Yao Wuyue had been suppressing his full fury, and being thoroughly ignited by Chu Zhanxiao's humiliation, how could he still care about Long Yue's deterrence?

His Nascent Soul Late Stage Peak cultivation exploded without reservation, the Demonic Qi soaring to the sky, turning into black mist that covered the sun and sky, dyeing the entire sky ink-black — even the sunlight was completely devoured!

His figure tore through space like a ghost, leaving only an afterimage, and instantly appeared above the three, Chu Zhanxiao, Xuanyuan Zhanxian, and Jian Tanghuang, looking down from above, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at three corpses.

Pitch-black demonic wind gathered frantically in his palm, condensing into a giant palm that covered the sky, the palm prints covered with hideous demonic patterns, each line flowing with a destructive aura, as if it could crush mountains and rivers, flatten rivers and seas — and turn this world into scorched earth!

This palm was struck in anger, reaching extreme speed, accompanied by the "crack" sound of space shattering, and without hesitation, it slammed down fiercely towards the three severely injured people below!