224: Chapter 224 Immortal Hunting Demon Array

The ten-thousand-fathom city mansion hung in the air with immense momentum, swept by powerful gale winds.

It was truly breathtaking that this Secret Realm could contain such a magnificent structure.

At this moment, Nangong Shiya stood before this supreme city mansion, gazing intently at it.

Others might not be aware, but she knew that this city mansion, named "Zanggu," was actually a Half-Immortal Artifact.

At the same time, it was the Lifebound Weapon of the creator of this Secret Realm, Quasi-Emperor Wangchuan—Zanggu City.

According to rumors, this Zanggu City was originally a city of Mortals, occupied by his enemies from before he began cultivating.

After he ascended to the Nascent Soul True Monarch stage, he returned to settle the score, using his spiritual power combined with ancient Artifact Refining techniques to refine the entire city along with all the Mortals inside.

And in the process of sweeping across his path of cultivation and destroying enemies throughout the world, its power grew incessantly through constant smelting and enhancement.

Whenever there was a need to attack an enemy, he would invariably sacrifice this artifact to suppress them.

It truly realized the meaning of having a city emitting purple-black smoke and aura come flying horizontally across the sky towards the enemy.

Even among those in the same Realm, there were few who could withstand such a powerful impact.

Furthermore, because it had absorbed and refined countless living Souls and blood, anyone injured by it would often suffer from the mental attacks of blood-Soul resentment.

It could be described as a Sharp Weapon with immense lethality!

Without any hesitation, Nangong Shiya pushed open the gates of Zanggu City and walked inside.

What met her eyes was a blissful fairyland with ethereal immortal clouds.

But only those who truly experienced it knew that this fairyland was merely a facade; beneath the cracked ground were buried countless withered bones and graves.

And in the southeast corner, not far away, grew quite a few precious Spirit Medicines.

Among them, a dark, emerald-green Spirit Medicine with profound spiritual charm caught Nangong Shiya's gaze the moment she swept her eyes over it.

Its leaves bore auspicious cloud patterns, as if containing the passage of eternal time, radiating brilliance naturally and aligning with the Heavenly Dao.

"Seven-Star Cloud Jade Grass?"

Its leaf veins were connected, and the seven stars shone brilliantly.

It was rumored that someone had once consumed a one-hundred-thousand-year-old Seven-Star Cloud Jade Grass and advanced one Realm with every step, reaching the Saint Realm in seven steps.

Even this one, which had several thousand years of medicinal age, was a truly rare item.

Nangong Shiya did not underestimate the enemy or rush in; she took out a Golden Core Stage Late Stage Yao Beast Puppet from her spatial ring and used it to approach the Seven-Star Cloud Jade Grass to test the situation.

After discovering there was no danger, she decided to take action immediately.

Because if such a precious medicine were harvested using a Puppet, it was very likely to damage the roots, causing unnecessary loss of medicinal potency.

Therefore, she took out a set of specialized harvesting tools to ensure the complete medicinal properties of the Seven-Star Cloud Jade Grass.

As time passed, everything proceeded smoothly, and the precious medicine was securely tucked away in her Possession.

However, after harvesting that Seven-Star Cloud Jade Grass, Nangong Shiya's figure suddenly froze for a moment.

"Why does it feel like some kind of ulterior scheme?"

Nangong Shiya gradually sensed that something was wrong in the Secret Realm.

According to the information she had obtained previously, although this place was dangerous, it should not have been to this extent.

"Something must have changed."

"And it is developing in an unfavorable direction."

"It really gives one a headache."

Thinking of this, Nangong Shiya could not help but feel vexed.

Any sudden disturbance could potentially change the process of seizing the Opportunity.

But even so, she did not give up on exploring this Secret Realm.

After all, she had already come this far; if she were to turn back now, it would mean all her previous efforts were in vain, and everything she had done would be declared a failure.

Of course, had she known that it involved the plotting and layout of a Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse, she would have undoubtedly retreated from the Secret Realm without hesitation.

A Quasi-Emperor, whether in the Ancient Battlefield of Heavenly Demons or looking across the Three Thousand Provinces, with Great Emperors living in seclusion and not appearing, was already the ceiling of existence.

"Not good! This is... the Immortal-Hunting Demon Formation?"

"If that is the case... those two guys must have already broken through the suppression of the Seal!"

This was the core area of the Secret Realm; it was impossible for changes to occur so easily.

Nangong Shiya was someone who knew her stuff; just now, because the Formation was hidden and not activated, she hadn't noticed any clues.

Now that she had entered the Formation, she naturally sensed the unfathomable danger within it.

Now, wanting to retreat calmly had become too late.

What should she do?

Nangong Shiya's mind raced with this question, her spiritual sword igniting with flaming sharpness as she guarded against the impending sudden changes around her.

Trying to escape now was simply a fantasy.

In the Immortal-Hunting Demon Formation, space was locked and time was stagnant; with her current strength, Realm, and the trump cards she held, the probability of successfully forcing her way out was minuscule.

She had fallen into a desperate predicament.

"The prey has finally taken the bait voluntarily."

"The day for me, Demon Saint Wuji, to verify my Dao should finally be put on the agenda."

The sinister voice of Demon Saint Wuji echoed all around, and his figure stepped forward.

The aura and pressure of the Peak of the Saint Realm were terrifying to such an extent that everything around was tainted, as if falling into a land of eternal darkness, becoming corrupted by demonic chaos.

Demon Saint Wuji scrutinized Nangong Shiya's delicate body, her immortal grace elegant and her alluring charm captivating.

His eyes were devoid of any overflowing lust, carrying only a trace of pure appreciation.

That expression was like looking at a supreme treasure that was about to belong to him.

It was even more like examining a vessel that belonged solely to him.

"Brute!"

Unlike the cross-dressing big shot Demon Saint Wuji, who was impatient to go up and perform Possession, Old Demon Yeyan, who was lurking in the shadows, did not appear in the Immortal-Hunting Demon Formation at the opportune moment.

Firstly, his hunting target, Gu Qingge, had not appeared.

Secondly, he did not have much interest in Nangong Shiya.

After all, what traditional straight man would want to perform Possession on a female vessel to use as a body for Rebirth?

Only someone like Demon Saint Wuji, who "hates being born in a male body but has a daughter's heart," would do that.

Old Demon Yeyan didn't even dare to continue thinking about it.

If he thought any more, he could hardly imagine what kind of twisted journey he had endured while trapped here for so many years.

Being isolated and sealed in this desperate land without being assimilated could already be called a huge miracle!

"Peak of the Saint Realm aura?!"

"Demon Saint Wuji?!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Shiya frowned slightly; a cold flame arc flickered in her cold, deep eyes, and she thought to herself that she was having bad luck.

In order to control the overall situation, she had naturally understood the general situation in the Secret Realm beforehand.

Demon Saint Wuji was one of the forbidden existences in this Secret Realm.

The other was Old Demon Yeyan.

That was an even more troublesome existence.

Treacherous as a fox, cunning as a wolf, not only was his own strength powerful, but he was also skilled in schemes and adept at calculating.

However, there was no time to think carefully now; resolving the trouble at hand was the top priority.

Otherwise, if she were to have her body taken through Possession and refined, she would have to announce her demise right here.

"Oh? A mere ant, yet you dare to defy my will? You overestimate yourself!"

Seeing that Nangong Shiya still intended to resist, Demon Saint Wuji raised his hand, and the pressure forged from the Peak of the Saint Realm descended like a giant mountain, suppressing everything around.

This method was full of mockery, like a cat playing with a mouse, and it was clear he was certain of subduing Nangong Shiya's pride.

After all, the gap in strength between the two was more than just a world apart.

Even if the latter had the heart to resist, there was no way she could escape from his hands.

After all, although people could enter the Ancient Battlefield of Heavenly Demons every so often, very few could set foot in this Secret Realm, and among those who met the conditions for Possession and possessed exceptional talent, so far, there were only Gu Qingge and Nangong Shiya.

As for the others, they were all mediocre and incompetent people.

For instance, that Li He, even if he delivered himself to the door for Demon Saint Wuji or Old Demon Yeyan to perform Possession, the two would discard him like worn-out shoes and not even spare him a glance.

Someone who relied on a remnant Soul for assistance to achieve a certain Minor Achievement, without a heaven-defying Opportunity, could simply never reach the Peak.

"If you truly possessed your former strength at the Peak of the Saint Realm, what would it matter if I, Nangong Shiya, bound my own hands and let you dispose of me?"

"Unfortunately, you are merely a remnant Soul that has been suppressed and sealed, worn away by the eternal passage of time in the Ancient Battlefield of Heavenly Demons."

"May I ask, how much remaining power do you still have at your disposal?"

"You want me to surrender without a fight?"

"Hmph, you are not worthy!"

Her hairband was shaken off, and Nangong Shiya's three thousand strands of dark hair flew in the wind, her beautiful eyes covered in spiderweb-like scarlet bloodshot veins.

At this point, a domineering aura of slaughter and aggression revealed itself upon her alluring and delicate body; this momentum was unparalleled!

In a trance, it was as if an ancient primordial beast had descended into the worldly mist, stirring up the wind and clouds.