80: Chapter 80 Azure Clouds Fall into the Vast Sea

Langya Prefecture, deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a secret valley shrouded in blood and Devilish Qi.

As the border of Langya Prefecture, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains borders the Eight Desolations of the Yao Race, with countless Yao Beasts appearing every day.

At this moment, Luo Changting sat cross-legged atop a Jingguan built from the skeletons of ten thousand Yao Beasts.

Fifteen years of slaughter and devouring had made the Devilish Qi on his body increasingly pure and terrifying.

The remnant sword in his Dantian was like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring his essence, energy, and spirit, urging him to become stronger.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

Luo Changting took out a tattered animal hide scroll from his robes, which recorded many other secret rituals of the "Heavenly Demon Ritual."

This was the favor he received when he first contacted the 'Heavenly Demon.'

It was also his last hope.

Without hesitation, Luo Changting cut his fingertip and used his own essence blood as a medium to begin setting up the ritual according to the diagram on the animal hide.

Unable to find incense ash and decayed peach wood, he could only substitute them with blood.

In an instant, a sinister wind howled within the valley, and Devilish Qi soared into the sky, converging into a massive and eerie vortex in mid-air.

However, at the very moment the ritual was about to take shape, within the bird egg at the center of the ritual...

A will far more ancient, vast, and pure than his own Devilish Qi descended without warning.

Looking at that bird egg, Luo Changting's Soul trembled.

Stormy waves surged in his heart; was this... the Heavenly Demon?!

But why was it different from last time?

He didn't dare make the slightest movement; even his thoughts almost came to a standstill.

But that vast will came as quickly as it went.

Thump—

Luo Changting heard a dull, soft sound.

It was as if a dead thing from the other shore had let out a heartbeat.

Invisible ripples centered on the valley instantly spread out, crossing space and time.

Like a pebble thrown into a still lake, it rippled outward invisibly.

It swept across the entire Langya Prefecture, bypassed the provincial capital, penetrated the layers of Restrictions of the Demon Suppression Department, and reached directly into the Yin Mo barrier.

Demon Suppression Department.

Chief Yun and the existence in the shadows simultaneously heard that eerie heartbeat, which seemed infinitely far away yet right before them.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with an unbelievable light.

As the Chief of the Demon Suppression Department, he was naturally extremely sensitive to all kinds of Devilish Qi and evil thoughts in the world.

Although this fluctuation vanished in a flash, its lofty essence was nearly equivalent to the Dao.

"The Heavenly Demon has descended its will. What have you done?"

Chief Yun's expression was solemn as he checked the back of his hand; the Seven Mysteries Divine Bird on it had not dimmed.

This indicated that the Nine Songs Net was still there and had not been attacked by the Heavenly Demon's intent.

When things are abnormal, there must be a reason; perhaps the other party had other plans.

However, the existence in the shadows remained silent, his mind shaking violently.

I haven't even started the ritual yet?

No! A third party has intervened!

Who is so bold as to dare communicate with the Heavenly Demon?

For a moment, his mind raced, and his face turned grim.

The Nine Songs Net hadn't been destroyed; instead, the signal to act, agreed upon with the Yao Race, had already been sent.

Choosing specifically the moment he was confronting the Chief of the Demon Suppression Department—the person behind this was truly calculating!

...At the same time.

Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Sitting high upon a throne of white bones, the Qiongqi Yao King suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying light bursting from his crimson pupils.

"The signal!"

All the high-ranking members of the Yao Race looked toward the throne in unison.

The Qiongqi Yao King, seated on the throne, bared his teeth, revealing forest-white fangs, and let out a burst of hearty yet cruel laughter.

"Hahahaha! The time has come! The Human Race has blinded itself; Heaven is helping me!"

He stood up abruptly, his voice echoing throughout the entire Royal Court.

"Contact the High Emperor. All forces, attack!"

"Trample Langya and reclaim the Mountain and Sea!"

...Meanwhile, in the outskirts of Kongsang Prefecture, in the fields where Spirit Farmers usually worked.

"The spiritual plants are all rotten."

The Spirit Farmers were complaining about their daily lives in the fields.

"The Spiritual Qi lately as well... the formation is messed up again. What is the Construction and Maintenance Department even doing... Hmm?"

Amidst their sighs, they noticed an abrupt figure on the spiritual land they usually worked.

It was a man dressed in a water-blue robe.

His face was shrouded in a hazy mist, his aura extremely restrained, making him seem out of place with his surroundings, as if he stood independent of this suburban area.

"Fellow Daoists, why be confined to this corner of the world?"

"What benefit is there in burying spiritual seeds in rotten soil?"

"Wouldn't it be better to leap out of the farmland and seek a new lease on life?"

He asked calmly, but his body never directly faced the Spirit Farmers.

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking?" the Spirit Farmers sneered.

"If we change locations, everything starts from scratch. How could that be easy?"

"Farming honestly, though it won't make us rich, at least we won't starve. If we leap out of the farmland and fall into a pit, suffering even worse than now, who can we complain to?"

The Spirit Farmers chimed in, their faces wearing the sneers of those looking at someone ignorant of the world.

Generations of experience told them that the land was their foundation and stability was paramount.

Any "flexibility" beyond their understanding meant immense risk.

The man in the water-blue robe listened quietly to their complaints and ridicule, his gaze deep behind the mist.

He said no more and let out a soft sigh.

The man slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

The Spirit Farmers looked and saw it was a seed.

The next moment, the man tossed the seed into the already rotten spiritual soil.

"Fellow Daoist, this spiritual land is contracted to me!"

A Spirit Farmer roared angrily at the man in water-blue.

Harvests had already been poor lately, and now someone was encroaching on his land.

How could he tolerate someone planting things on his own land?

Suddenly, the Spirit Farmer froze in place.

A low rumble, seemingly originating from the very depths of the earth, suddenly spread out from where the seed landed!

Then, an indescribably majestic vitality erupted!

Crack! Crack!!

The seed instantly split open, and a tender green sprout broke through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The sprout grew as it caught the wind, its speed defying logic!

An inch, a foot, a zhang... in the blink of an eye, it turned into a small tree, and then continued to grow and spread wildly!

The trunk became knotted and vigorous, like a coiled Dragon; the bark cracked, forming natural formation patterns.

Branches and leaves spread out, each leaf shimmering with a different light.

Water soaking downward, fire flaming upward, wood bending and straightening, metal following change, earth providing for sowing and reaping... the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth, and even various Dao Rhymes such as wind, thunder, mountains, and marshes, all circulated and evolved within it.

Even more terrifying was that as the giant tree grew, an irresistible suction spread from its roots, frantically extracting the leyline Spiritual Qi from deep within the earth.

The people around were horrified, watching this shocking scene in silence; the Spirit Farmer even collapsed to the ground.

"The Great Dao of cultivation is more than just the small plot of land before your eyes."

The man shook his head slightly, his tone remaining flat.

Then he changed his tone, speaking with a hint of condescension:

"We Cultivators should face the jade sea in the morning and reach the Mythical Tree by evening; behold the blue sky and climb toward the white sun."

The man in water-blue gazed calmly at the rapidly growing giant tree.

These words seemed directed at the Spirit Farmers, yet also at himself.

He watched quietly as the giant tree gradually obscured the firmament, making no move.

"Who are you!?!"

The Spirit Farmer looked panicked, but the man did not respond.

The giant tree lowered vines, wrapping around him and pulling him high into the sky.

From all directions, everyone beneath the tree's shade was pulled into the sky.

"With such a narrow vision, you are destined to be trapped in a cage... for the sake of my Dao fruit, you shall rot along with this place."

Zheng Quan spoke indifferently and, following the Mythical Tree, took a step toward the heavens.

Kongsang Prefecture and the surrounding billions of miles of mountains and rivers trembled simultaneously.

On the vast land, a human face faintly emerged.

At the mouth of the face lay Kongsang Prefecture City.

Most Cultivators in the prefecture felt bewildered.

High-level Cultivators extended their Divine Sense, their faces turning deathly pale.

The leylines surrounding the prefecture were like Bloodlines, frantically spreading, intertwining, and connecting, instantly covering the entire horizon as far as the eye could see and expanding even further!

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi began to riot frantically, being forcibly extracted, devoured, and transformed by that human face.

In Langya Prefecture, above ten areas of the sky, leaden clouds were torn and rotated by an invisible force, forming ten unimaginably massive vortexes.

Mist of light soared into the sky, surging majestically, instantly drowning the low-hanging leaden clouds and soaking the entire sky.

The firmament turned into a vast sea of azure clouds!

And this sea of azure clouds did not stop; after climbing to a certain limit, as if the heavens could no longer bear its weight, it was like the Heavenly River bursting its banks, turning into torrents of water screens connecting heaven and earth, crashing down toward the land below.

Azure clouds vast and hazy, falling into the vast sea!

Dark clouds of water vapor, containing the Kuafu Thirst Rhyme, were pouring down in a world-ending manner.

The land turned into a vast sea.

In Langya Prefecture, a grand play had begun its prelude.