The Pain of Late Autumn

Two sword lights soared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.

One was chillingly cold, and the other was suffused with purple qi, both directly and fiercely striking the devil hand.

With these two swords working together, even a Celestial Phenomenon Realm Peak would surely suffer severe injuries.

Everyone present looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with hope.

On the devil hand, endless ripples emerged, directly blocking the two sword lights.

Such two terrifying sword lights were actually unable to shake the spiritual power defense outside the devil hand, allowing it to retract into the vortex and disappear without a trace!

The onlookers all looked exceptionally grim; the recent appearance of the devil hand had already explained many issues.

Within the Jing Tian Domain, Extraterritorial Demons of the Cave Heaven Realm already existed.

However, up to this point, no one had yet discovered where these Extraterritorial Demons were hiding!

Zhou Yuan calmly stared at the disappearing vortex, a hint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He was originally quite satisfied with his cultivation, but now, he felt a sense of crisis.

This world was far more terrifying than he had imagined, not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Extraterritorial Demons had already infiltrated, yet the various major forces were still thinking about rampant expansion.

By stirring up this hornet's nest today, he would inevitably be noticed by those with ulterior motives, and even more likely, by the Extraterritorial Demons.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath; he decided to accelerate his cultivation of the Hongmeng Thunder God Grand Canon.

He only needed to cultivate the Hongmeng Thunder God Grand Canon to the sixth layer of perfection, and his cultivation would directly reach the Heavenly Gate Realm Peak.

As for breaking through to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, it would not be so easy for him, because he had to wait until his Talismanic Incantation arts broke through to a seventh-rank Talisman Master.

A sense of urgency arose in Zhou Yuan's heart; he had a premonition that the Extraterritorial Demons would inevitably come for him in the future!

Zhou Yuan followed the crowd to where the Gold Sand Gang was located; thousands of people had gathered here, many of them pouring into the passage below.

Soon, those demon statues were discovered and subsequently shattered by the crowd.

North Shore City was destined to be a sleepless night; too much had happened tonight.

Messages were sent out, heading to the various major sects.

Zhou Yuan found an inn, sat down cross-legged, and took out the sound transmission stone.

"Brother Zhou Yuan, I'm going to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art starting today and need to go into seclusion for three months. I won't be able to leave you messages during these three months!"

Leng Qingxue's voice came from the sound transmission stone.

Zhou Yuan originally wanted to tell Leng Qingxue about what happened in North Shore City, but then he thought about it and gave up.

He was afraid of disturbing Leng Qingxue's secluded cultivation.

Zhou Yuan put away the sound transmission stone, then slowly closed his eyes and cultivated the Hongmeng Thunder God Grand Canon!

Within the Tiannv Sect, Meng Wanqiu was currently cultivating with her eyes closed; ever since she talked with Qin Yunxiu, her mood had greatly improved, and she was no longer anxious.

She had learned many things about Zhou Yuan, all naturally told to her by Qin Yunxiu.

Just then, Meng Wanqiu suddenly sensed something, opened her eyes, and then her pupils involuntarily constricted slightly.

Because at some unknown point, an axe was floating in front of her.

This axe quietly floated before her, emitting no aura, yet she felt a sense of familiarity that permeated her bones.

Meng Wanqiu frowned slightly; she felt a calling sound from within the axe, a voice telling her to grasp this axe.

She slowly raised her right hand, and the axe instantly trembled slightly, strands of demonic qi emerging.

Meng Wanqiu was greatly startled, and her outstretched right hand retracted like lightning.

But her speed was fast, and the axe's speed was even faster; the moment she retracted her hand, it had already automatically appeared in her right hand.

Meng Wanqiu wanted to throw it away directly, but for some reason, she felt that this axe was her own, with a sense of blood and flesh connection.

Meng Wanqiu herself didn't know that the moment her hand grasped the axe, an imprint appeared between her fair eyebrows.

This imprint was a demonic flower, and in the center of the demonic flower, a demon axe was encased within it.

A special memory emerged in Meng Wanqiu's mind.

This memory was like a surging torrent, directly submerging her, and Meng Wanqiu's face showed an expression of extreme pain.

An hour later, the painful expression on Meng Wanqiu's face slowly disappeared, and her eyes revealed an endless look of confusion.

"Impossible! None of this is real!"

"It must be a nightmare, all of this is fake, fake!"

Meng Wanqiu muttered to herself, her face ashen; her lifelong belief had collapsed at this moment.

The demon axe in her hand transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into her glabella.

Meng Wanqiu gripped her hair tightly with both hands, then a desolate smile appeared on her face.

She felt that heaven had played a cruel joke on her, but this joke was not funny at all.

Her originally bright world suddenly collapsed at this moment, and she felt like she was going crazy.

Just then, Meng Wanqiu's aura began to climb; in just an instant, her cultivation broke through, reaching the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

If it were before, she would have been exceptionally happy, but at this moment, she only felt endless mockery.

The breakthrough in cultivation continued; after half an incense stick of time, her cultivation had already reached the Celestial Phenomenon Realm Peak.

In less than an incense stick of time, it saved her decades of arduous cultivation.

Tears constantly fell from the corners of Meng Wanqiu's eyes, and a desolate smile appeared on her face!

She was lost, she didn't know where she should go.

Meng Wanqiu opened her left hand, and there was a special imprint in her palm.

As her cultivation technique circulated, rolling demonic qi surged out from the palm of her left hand, making Meng Wanqiu's tears fall even more like rain.

"I don't want this, this isn't me, I'm just Meng Wanqiu, I'm not the Demon Lord's clone!"

Meng Wanqiu wanted to cut off her left hand, but a voice in her heart told her not to do anything foolish.

"Meng Wanqiu, leave the Tiannv Sect; you have already begun to awaken your demonic bloodline. Staying any longer will inevitably lead to discovery, leave!"

This voice kept ringing in Meng Wanqiu's mind, causing Meng Wanqiu's face to show an endless look of pain.

"Meng Wanqiu, leave. Countless demons are waiting for you to lead them; you will become the master of the Xuantian Star Region!"

The voice in her mind rang out again, filled with endless temptation.

"No, I don't want to be the Demon Lord, I just want to be Meng Wanqiu, I want to wait for Zhou Yuan to come!"

"He has many methods, he can surely help me!"

In Meng Wanqiu's heart, a voice sounded, contending with the voice in her mind.

Meng Wanqiu sat cross-legged, pointed a finger, and directly touched herself.

As this finger pointed down, Meng Wanqiu's face turned pale, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and her cultivation rapidly plummeted, returning to Heavenly Completion Stage Mid Stage.

As her cultivation fell, the voice in her mind gradually disappeared.

"Zhou Yuan, what should I do? Will you still want me?"

Blood continuously dripped from Meng Wanqiu's lips, and then she burst into tears!