490: Chapter 491 The Holy Maiden Bows! The Gate to the Divine Demon Realm is Forcibly Broken!

On the deck of the white flagship, a gentle breeze blew.

Saintess Ji Yue stood where she was, her slender legs trembling uncontrollably.

The warm, bloody handprint left by Su Yang's slap still lingered on her face, bright red and striking. Looking at the mangled corpse of Daoist Kumu, who had been torn in half not far away, Saintess Ji Yue no longer possessed even a shred of a Saintess's pride.

A Physical Body at the Early Stage of the Dao Integration Realm was like a paper toy in the hands of the Soul Transformation Stage youth before her.

Thud.

Saintess Ji Yue's knees buckled, and she fell to her knees directly onto the white jade floor, which was drenched in a pool of blood.

“Spare my life, My Lord... Saintess Ji Yue of Wan-Sheng Hall is willing to surrender and submit to your every command!”

Saintess Ji Yue lowered her head, her cold and beautiful face filled with terror. Due to her overwhelming fear, her chest heaved violently, and her voice was soft and laced with a sob.

Bai Li walked over, swaying her white jade fan, her purple eyes looking down at the kneeling Saintess Ji Yue as she let out a faint smile.

“You are quite a clever one. Since Wan-Sheng Hall has been stationed here for several months, you must know a lot about the golden gate behind you, right?”

Saintess Ji Yue hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead hitting the white jade floor with a series of dull thuds.

“In response to Her Majesty, Wan-Sheng Hall sent us here specifically to guard the golden gate behind us. We have already found a way to open it. As long as My Lord spares my life, I am willing to present it with both hands!”

Su Yang stood with his hands in his pockets, his shoes making crisp clicking sounds as he stepped on the smooth white jade floor.

“Lead the way. To your flagship's main hall.”

“Yes! Please follow me, My Lord!”

As if granted a massive amnesty, Saintess Ji Yue scrambled to her feet using both hands and feet, cautiously leading the way ahead. She wore a light purple sheer celestial dress; as she walked, a pair of fair, slender legs peeked through the slit of her skirt, swaying enticingly.

Su Yang led the women into the main control hall of the Wan-Sheng Hall flagship.

The interior of the hall was gorgeously decorated. At the deepest end sat an exquisite bench carved from a single piece of white jade.

Su Yang walked over to the bench, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Saintess Ji Yue was extremely tactful and immediately stepped forward. She knelt on both knees beside Su Yang, holding up an exquisite mutton-fat jade cup with both hands, which was filled with Wan-Sheng Hall's specialty, ten-thousand-year-old Wanlu Nectar.

“My Lord... please enjoy some wine.”

Saintess Ji Yue cautiously offered the jade cup, her fair, jade-like hands trembling slightly from extreme nervousness. To seize a chance at survival, she deliberately drew closer.

Her light purple celestial dress pressed tightly against Su Yang's calf.

The neckline of her long dress was somewhat loose. As she knelt and moved, a large expanse of snowy-white, tender fullness swayed before Su Yang's eyes, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance of ice lotus.

Su Yang took the jade cup and drained it in one gulp. The spiritual wine entered his throat, transforming into a warm current of energy that surged into his limbs and bones, making his Middle Stage Soul Transformation Stage Realm even more stable.

Su Yang handed the jade cup back and casually pinched Saintess Ji Yue's fair, delicate chin.

It felt warm, smooth, and delicate to the touch.

“Tell me, how do we open the golden gate?”

Saintess Ji Yue's cheeks flushed, her delicate body feeling slightly weak as she obediently kept her head lowered.

“In response to My Lord, this golden gate is the first Seal of the Ancient Graveyard of Gods and Demons. Wan-Sheng Hall previously consulted countless ancient texts and learned that there are powerful Restrictions inside the gate. To open it, we must use our sect's Wan-Sheng Sky-Light Mirror to draw the Pure Yang power of the Nine Heavens, combined with the essence blood sacrifice of ten Dao Integration Realm experts, to melt the Seal and create a passage.”

Hearing this, Qin Xueji, who was following behind, bit her red lip and whispered, “The essence blood of ten Dao Integration Realm experts? This Wan-Sheng Hall is so cruel. How many masters would they have to kill for that?”

Holding the Dark Gold Divine Sword in her arms, Chu Ling's eyes were icy, and she remained silent.

Leaning back on the bench, Su Yang played with the empty mutton-fat jade cup and sneered.

“Ten Dao Integration essence bloods? Too much trouble.”

Su Yang stood up and slipped his hands back into his pockets.

“Let's go, take me to the gate.”

A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the foremost deck of the flagship.

A thousand meters ahead.

In a chaotic starry sky, a massive golden stone gate standing tens of thousands of feet high stood quietly. Countless ancient runes were carved on its surface, flashing with golden light from time to time.

A suffocating, ancient pressure constantly spread outward from inside the stone gate. Even from several kilometers away, Saintess Ji Yue's face began to turn pale, and she hurriedly took half a step back.

Saintess Ji Yue drew a palm-sized, ancient brass mirror emitting white light from her bosom.

“My Lord, this is the Wan-Sheng Sky-Light Mirror. I will cast the spell now to draw the sky-light...”

Su Yang didn't even spare a glance at the brass mirror.

“No need. Just watch.”

Su Yang took a step forward, his figure instantly vanishing from the deck.

When he reappeared, he was already standing directly in front of the golden gate. Before the tens of thousands of feet high stone gate, Su Yang's slender frame appeared incredibly minuscule.

Hu.

Su Yang inhaled a breath of chaotic Spiritual Qi.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket. The black-and-silver star river mother gold gauntlet shimmered with deep, sparkling specks under the chaotic starlight.

Within his Dantian, that golden Soul Transformation Divine Soul abruptly opened its eyes.

The extremely rigid and masculine Pure Yang blood within his body completely boiled!

The golden Pure Yang True Fire instantly erupted from his pores. Amplified tenfold by the star river mother gold gauntlet, this True Fire transformed into a golden sun a hundred Zhang wide, illuminating the entire chaotic Void Realm as brilliantly as broad daylight.

Su Yang took a deep breath and slammed his right fist fiercely toward the sealing runes at the very center of the giant golden gate.

“Shatter for me!”

Rumble!

At this instant, the chaotic starry chasm erupted with an earth-shattering roar.

Under Saintess Ji Yue's extremely horrified gaze, the countless indestructible golden chains on the surface of the golden gate turned red-hot from the high temperature the moment they touched the Pure Yang True Fire, and then shattered inch by inch with sharp cracking sounds!

The colossal force surged along his fist into the ten-thousand-foot gate.

At the very center of the giant gate, Su Yang had forcefully smashed a massive crater a hundred meters in diameter with his brutal Pure Yang Iron Fist. Cracks spread frantically like a spiderweb.

Boom!

The giant gate let out a heavy wail as a passage was forcefully smashed open.

The golden Formation light barrier collapsed, turning into a sky full of fine golden light rain that showered down over the gate.

With a single punch, the Divine Demon Secret Realm's Seal was shattered!

Holding the ancient brass mirror in both hands, Saintess Ji Yue stood dazed on the deck, her rosy lips parted wide in shock.

The method to open the Secret Realm that Wan-Sheng Hall had spent months of painstaking effort researching was actually like a piece of fragile, thin paper before this man.

Su Yang brushed off the stone debris on his gauntlet and slipped his hands back into his casual pants pockets.

“Is that it?”

Su Yang turned his head to look at Saintess Ji Yue, his tone indifferent.

Saintess Ji Yue trembled all over in fear and quickly trotted over, lowering her head respectfully.

“M-My Lord's Divine Might is peerless. Saintess Ji Yue bows in submission.”

Su Yang ignored her flattery. Taking a long stride, he was the first to step into the Void Realm behind the golden gate.

Bai Li and the other women followed behind, stepping into the ruins' gate together.

Behind the gate.

What appeared before everyone was a boundless, pitch-black ruin.

In the sky, broken continents spanning dozens of miles floated. On the ground, there were densely packed, ghastly white skeletons thousands of feet high, covered in divine-demon bone spikes.

The air was mixed with violent Demonic Qi, Devilish Qi, and ancient pressure, making the hems of everyone's clothes rustle loudly.

“This is the Graveyard of Gods and Demons?” Qin Xueji hugged her arms and shivered.

Just as everyone stepped onto the ruined land.

From the deepest depths of the earth, a deep and ancient low rumble suddenly echoed.

The sound was like a wild, ancient beast that had been asleep for a hundred thousand years, slowly waking up.