193: Suspicion of the Yang God Realm

Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Unlike the usual gloomy and terrifying Immortal Caves of demons, this place was lush with flowers and plants, exuding a vibrant spiritual aura. In the depths of the valley stood the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, resembling a magnificent bronze casting, grand and imposing.

Inside the hall, a middle-aged man in brocade robes reclined on a throne covered with soft beast hides, enjoying the service of his numerous demon concubines.

He had a majestic demeanor, with fine scales spreading from his cheeks to his chin, and a silver vertical stripe on his brow, like a third eye.

This was none other than the Valley Master of Ten Thousand Demons Valley—the Demon Saint Gu Yang.

Even though his aura was not apparent, azure water ripples still swam behind him, casting a huge illusory image of a Jiao Dragon on the wall.

Suddenly, he frowned and opened his eyes, a hint of Evil Qi flashing within them.

“Yunxiao is dead? Who dares to kill my beloved concubine?!”

He stomped his foot, and the ground churned, revealing an old, hunched turtle demon.

Clang—

A metallic, shimmering scale, engraved with a snake shadow, was thrown to the ground.

“Old Turtle, calculate for me, by whose hand did Yunxiao die?”

“Yes, Valley Master.”

The turtle demon crawled out of its shell, extended a claw, and slowly ground the snake scale into powder, which it then evenly spread on its tortoise shell. Immediately, the shell glowed with an uncertain, flickering light.

The old turtle’s face changed.

After several calculations, the snake scale powder on the tortoise shell rapidly burned away.

Still, he could not deduce anything.

“Valley Master, this humble one is incompetent.

The one who killed Lady Yunxiao must be a Cultivator skilled in divination.

They secretly erased all traces of their Qi.

This humble one… cannot deduce it…”

The turtle demon’s head was pressed to the ground, trembling.

“Useless!”

Gu Yang stood up, suddenly extended his palm, and grabbed the turtle demon. Blue spectral light flickered in his palm, devouring the turtle demon’s essence blood. In the blink of an eye, the turtle demon turned into a turtle skin, floating to the ground.

“Let me see who you are?”

Sizzle—

The turtle demon’s essence blood burned, covering the tortoise shell, and immediately, the light intensified, but it still couldn’t reveal the person’s face.

However, a hint of sharp keenness made Gu Yang frown.

“Sword Qi… someone from Shu Mountain…”

His expression flickered between gloom and uncertainty.

The Shu Mountain Sword Ancestor was already a renowned Yang Spirit Realm mighty figure thousands of years ago.

Gu Yang had only achieved the Dao a few hundred years ago.

In front of the Shu Mountain Sword Ancestor, he could barely be considered a junior.

Offending Shu Mountain for a demon concubine was not worth it!

‘By my reckoning, that Sword Ancestor passed his three calamities a thousand years ago and hasn’t shown his face since. He’s probably seriously injured… Otherwise, why would Shu Mountain have remained holed up during its hundred-year war with the Saint Race…?’

An ordinary Yang Spirit Realm Cultivator only had a Lifespan of about two thousand years.

To extend one’s Lifespan, there were only two paths.

One was to undergo Tribulation and Ascend to the Immortal Realm, devour Immortal Spiritual Energy, and become a True Immortal, naturally greatly increasing one’s Lifespan.

However, Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Since the Human Realm was polluted, its Spiritual Qi was greatly diminished, making it difficult to even Cultivate to the Peak of the Yang Spirit Realm, let alone withstand the calamities of Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension.

The second was to avoid the three calamities every thousand years.

These three calamities were the wind calamity, fire calamity, and water calamity.

Each calamity passed could increase one’s Lifespan by over three hundred years.

Passing all three calamities could extend one’s Lifespan by a thousand years.

Theoretically, by continuously passing calamities, one could live as long as heaven and earth, even without Ascension.

In reality, each time a calamity was passed, the next calamity would be several times more intense.

Especially by the ninth calamity, its power was comparable to Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension.

According to records, the Yang Spirit Realm Cultivator who had undergone the most tribulations was named Old Ancestor Phantasm Spirit.

It was originally formed from an exotic stone and was naturally resistant to calamities, able to greatly suppress their power.

However, it only managed to endure eight times, and thereafter, there was no news of it.

Some said he Ascended to the Upper Realm, while others said he was injured during the eighth calamity and had already passed away.

“Shu Mountain Sword Ancestor… he must be about to undergo his seventh, right…”

A spectral glow appeared in Gu Yang’s eyes.

Outliving one’s enemy and then destroying their Dao lineage would be much safer.

Furthermore, he was originally an Evil Jiao who achieved the Dao, born with a long Lifespan, far surpassing Human Race Cultivators.

He was confident he could outlive the Shu Mountain Sword Ancestor.

“However… at this moment, Shu Mountain is at war with the Saint Race, and the Saint Race is also a great world comparable to the Human Realm.

Behind them stands a Yang Spirit Realm Saint Ancestor, not just one. Perhaps they will destroy Shu Mountain first… it wouldn’t be too late to seek trouble with Shu Mountain then.”

At this moment, Gu Changsheng, the culprit, was in seclusion Cultivating in his Immortal Cave.

“Void Walker, the method of concealing Qi is truly unparalleled…”

This time, being able to easily kill a group of demon Cultivators, this method contributed significantly.

After a long while, Gu Changsheng frowned.

The progress of Void Walker on his panel was actually stuck.

“To Cultivate to Major Achievement, one needs to collect Void Qi from the edge of the world…”

“Very well… it’s a good time to enter the Witch Clan World and take a look…”

Witch Clan World.

A dark underground fortress.

On a black stone bed, Mo Lin lay, her body covered in a spectral glow, her glabella dark, her lips purple, unconscious.

Clang—

A brown wine jar smashed to the ground, wine spilling everywhere.

Zhou Xin, reeking of alcohol, recalled the great battle from a few days ago, his eyes filled with resentment.

Even while cornered, the Saint Race and Human Race were still pressing on relentlessly.

Three days ago, a Saint Race powerhouse severely injured Mo Lin.

Isolated and unsupported, if Mo Lin’s injuries continued to worsen, the Witch Clan would be left with only him, a single Profound Cave Arch-Witch.

“Is heaven trying to destroy my Witch Clan…?”

Zhou Xin’s eyes were filled with sorrow, but in his mind, the phantom that had bestowed the golden essence blood appeared.

Before breaking through to Profound Cave, he still harbored illusions.

He imagined this was a gift from the Witch God.

But as his Cultivation broke through, he gradually discovered the trick in the essence blood.

A segment of will was hidden within it.

To avoid risks, neither of them had completely refined the last of the essence blood.

Now, he was somewhat wavering.

‘The will in the essence blood must be a great existence from the ancient times of my Witch Clan.

If he can revive… perhaps…’

Zhou Xin’s heart was wavering.

He understood that if the will in the essence blood awakened, it would mean the sinking of his own will.

At this moment, a column of Witch Clan members rushed in, covered in blood, their faces filled with Death Qi.

“Witch Zhou, it’s bad, the Saint Race is about to break in…”

A Witch Clan warrior, covered in bloodstains, shouted anxiously.

It was Zhou Xin’s trusted subordinate from back then.

“Damn it!”

Zhou Xin rushed forward, channeling Qi and blood from his palm, attempting to heal his subordinate.

The Witch Clan had been slaughtered in large numbers, and not many remained.

Every elite was exceptionally precious.

Suddenly, the subordinate’s face and eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he spat out a dark green poisonous arrow, which violently pierced Zhou Xin’s shoulder, causing excruciating pain that made Zhou Xin wish he could die.

The original appearance of the subordinate rapidly twisted, revealing colorful demonic patterns.

Bang—

Zhou Xin slapped the Saint Race-corrupted subordinate to death, his head exploding.

He tore off a corner of his clothes; the arrow-struck area quickly turned gray, and his body became stiff, as if petrified.

Just a little… just a little more, and the poisonous arrow would have pierced his heart.

Zhou Xin felt cold all over, and the originally smoothly circulating Qi and blood gradually became sluggish.

At this moment, a suppressive Saint Race aura descended over the underground fortress.

More than one Saint Race powerhouse!

“For the Witch Clan, for Mo Lin… I must not die…”

Zhou Xin stumbled into a secret room, abandoned his mental defenses, and greedily absorbed the power of the golden essence blood.

Gradually, his eyes turned white, his Soul fluctuated violently, and he mumbled unintelligible words. Blood flowed from his wound to the ground, forming a bizarre pattern.

Three breaths later, his body twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes, which now held a different kind of agility and curiosity.

“It took so long to unseal this will… it seems those two Witch Clan natives were quite cautious.”

Gu Changsheng’s Soul Sea churned, his magic power crystals burned, and a milky white glow swept across his body, his shoulder wound healing at a visible rate.

Rumble—

The earth shook, and countless rocks collapsed.

Powerful auras emanated from above the underground fortress.

“I see, so they’ve reached the end of their rope…”