112: Chapter 112 White-robed man carrying a gourd treads the Demon Sect, remnant soul leaves body to serve the new king.

Next day at noon, deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Sacred Demon Abyss.

This is the most fearsome Holy Land of the Demonic Path in the Yankang Kingdom and even the entire world.

Sunlight never reaches here year-round, and pitch-black miasma shrouds the canyon like a physical substance.

Yet today, this gloomy and terrifying Sacred Demon Abyss has been cleaned until spotless.

From the valley entrance to the Heavenly Demon Hall in the deepest part, the sides are covered with scarlet Yao Beast fur as a carpet.

Ye Xiu, dressed in white as pristine as snow, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and his hands behind his back, walked on this expensive red carpet with a leisurely pace, as if he were strolling through his own backyard in spring.

Behind him, Right Protector Xue Biane and Saintess Si Yunxiang followed on his left and right, their expressions solemn.

Outside the hall, the Hall Masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect's three hundred and sixty halls, along with several Grand Elders guarding the headquarters, had long since stood in two rows according to seniority.

This group of Demonic Path titans, who were famous and would slaughter cities or destroy sects at the slightest whim, were currently bowing their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Especially those three hundred and sixty Hall Masters, seeing Ye Xiu's face that wore a faint smile.

Many subconsciously covered their chests, cheeks, or thighs—those places were all filled with psychological trauma inflicted by Ye Xiu in The Great Ruins not long ago.

That inhuman, one-sided beating made them deeply understand what it meant to have a "Physical Body that reached sainthood, ignoring martial virtue."

"Welcome—the new Sect Leader into the hall!"

Accompanied by the high-pitched shout of the ceremonial Elder, the heavy bronze hall doors swung open with a boom.

Ye Xiu strode in, ignoring the gazes of awe and fear on both sides, and walked straight to the center of the hall.

He looked up.

Not only was there no stage fright, he brazenly walked up, turned around, and sat down.

"We are all so familiar with each other, no need for formalities."

Ye Xiu commented casually.

The demons below looked at each other.

According to the rules, when a new Sect Leader ascends, they must first offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, kowtow to the Ancestral Masters, and finally receive the token from the previous Sect Leader before taking their seat.

But facing this bane who had beaten them like sandbags in The Great Ruins, no one dared to stand up and accuse him of "not following the rules."

The Grand Elder guarding the base bit the bullet, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully:

"The Sect Leader's Divine Might is peerless; we were already convinced when we were in The Great Ruins. However... according to the sect's iron laws of thousands of years, the change of Sect Leader must have the handwritten decree or the Magic Treasure token of the former Sect Leader, Li Tianxing, to verify it. I wonder if the Sect Leader..."

Before the Grand Elder could finish, the three hundred and sixty Hall Masters also looked at Ye Xiu with anticipation.

Being beaten into submission was one thing, but the legal orthodoxy of the Demonic Sect was another.

They needed a legitimate reason to completely soothe the hearts of the millions of disciples in the sect.

"Token? Decree? Why go to such trouble."

Ye Xiu sat on the throne, casually pulled off the purple-red wine gourd from his waist, unplugged it, and poured it carelessly into the air of the hall.

"Old Ghost, stop sleeping. Your disciples want to see your decree, come out and tell them yourself."

"Clatter!"

Amidst a rich aroma of wine, a remnant soul emitting shocking Demonic power but clearly carrying a bit of drunkenness spun out from the mouth of the gourd and landed steadily in the center of the hall.

The person wore a black robe, with a cold and overbearing face, and those eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

It was exactly the former Demonic Venerable who left an indelible impression on all the Elders and Hall Masters present—Li Tianxing!

"Old... Old Sect Leader?!"

The Grand Elder exclaimed, his legs went weak, and he knelt down directly.

The three hundred and sixty Hall Masters were even more struck by lightning, collectively petrified.

They originally just wanted a token as a formality; who could have imagined that this new Sect Leader would directly pour out the Old Sect Leader they worshiped like a god from a wine gourd?!

The Old Sect Leader was actually soaked in a gourd as a wine starter? What kind of insane method is this!

Li Tianxing stood in the center of the hall, rubbed his somewhat dizzy temples, looked at the familiar environment and the subordinates kneeling on the ground, and snorted coldly.

"What are you mourning? I'm not dead yet!"

Li Tianxing was a hero of his generation after all. Although he suffered a setback in front of Ye Xiu, in front of these disciples and grandchildren, the majesty of the Demonic Venerable still made people afraid to look directly at him.

He took a deep breath, put away his drunken state, turned around solemnly, and faced Ye Xiu, who was sitting on the bone throne.

In the shocked and speechless gaze of hundreds of high-ranking members of the Demonic Sect, this former Demonic Venerable who had once pushed across the world and was arrogant, folded his hands, straightened his back, and his right knee knelt heavily on the hard bluestone floor.

He lowered his noble head, held up a pitch-black Heavenly Demon Token with one hand, and his voice was as loud as thunder, echoing in the hall for a long time:

"The three hundred and forty-first Sect Leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Li Tianxing, pays respects to the new Master!"

"Ye Xiu is the only orthodox successor personally appointed by the Ancestral Master and taught by me! His Physical Body has reached sainthood, and his power suppresses the current world! From today on, seeing him is like seeing me, seeing him is like seeing the Ancestral Master! Anyone in the Heavenly Demon Sect who dares to disobey the Sect Leader's order will have their Divine Soul destroyed and never be reincarnated!"

Silence.

The hall was deathly silent.

If the crushing defeat in The Great Ruins made these Demonic cultivators feel deep fear for Ye Xiu.

Then at this moment, Li Tianxing's public submission and coronation completely shattered the last trace of doubt and luck in their hearts.

Legitimacy and orthodoxy formed a perfect closed loop under absolute power and the endorsement of the former Sect Leader.

"Thump!"

The Grand Elder pressed his head deeply against the cold floor tiles and shouted loudly: "Subordinate, pays respects to the Sect Leader!"

Immediately after, the three hundred and sixty Hall Masters knelt down in unison like falling mountains and collapse of jade pillars.

"Pays respects to the Sect Leader! May the Sect Leader enjoy eternal blessings and unify the Holy Sect!"

The desperate kowtowing sounds of hundreds of people converged into a wave of sound that broke through the clouds, completely overturning the haze that had lingered over the Sacred Demon Abyss for a hundred years.

There was no hypocrisy, only the purest fanaticism and submission.

"Everyone get up."

Ye Xiu's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, carrying an overbearingness that treated the whole world as a chessboard:

"Since the main person is back and the formalities are over, don't just stand around."

"Convey my order as Sect Leader: Assemble the elites of each hall and blockade the passes to the south."

"Rest for one night, and tomorrow morning, follow me to the Southwest... and twist off the head of that old dog, Prince Zhennan!"

Once the mobilization order of the Heavenly Demon Sect's headquarters was issued, the entire Sacred Demon Abyss operated like a huge killing machine, rumbling instantly.

The elite disciples of the three hundred and sixty halls put on armor and held weapons, and the flags covered the sky.

The soaring Devilish Qi stirred the already gloomy sky of the Hundred Thousand Mountains even more.

Grand Elder Yin Jiuyou held the roster.

He was shouting to arrange the marching routes and provisions for each hall, trying to perform well in front of the new Sect Leader.

However, Ye Xiu, sitting on the throne, looked at the chaotic assembly scene below, but his brows frowned deeper and deeper.

"Too slow."

Ye Xiu tapped the bone armrest with his fingers impatiently, making a crisp "clack clack" sound.

"By the time you lot dawdle to the Southwest border, that old dog Prince Zhennan will probably have even finished sewing his Dragon robe for his ascension."

The Grand Elder was startled and quickly knelt down to plead guilty:

"Sect Leader, please calm your anger! For a large army to set out, provisions must go first. The road to the Southwest is far, and it will take at least half a month..."

"Half a month? The day lily would have wilted by then."

Ye Xiu stood up directly, patted the wine gourd at his waist, and interrupted the Grand Elder's explanation.

"Yin Jiuyou, you take the position of commander of this army."

"You take the people and slowly press toward the Southwest, just consider it giving some psychological pressure to the rebels along the way."

"As for that head of Prince Zhennan..."

Ye Xiu's mouth curled into a wild sneer, and his eyes swept to Qin Mu, Si Yunxiang, and Xue Biane standing on the side.

"I will go personally to take it."