68: Chapter 68 The Death of the Heavenly Fiend Demon Lord

He also had some impression of Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable.

Two years ago, he had traveled through the Eastern Wastelands.

The Dao flourished in the Eastern Wastelands, home to the Three Thousand Dao Sects and many Holy Lands.

Among these great powers, the most renowned was undoubtedly the Tiansha Abyss.

Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable was the founder of the Evil Path Holy Land, the Tiansha Abyss, and a peerless powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm.

This man practiced evil arts and used ruthless methods. He once discovered a Cultivator who had awakened an Acquired Saint Physique and enslaved him for a thousand years. Relying on this Cultivator with great Luck, he amassed numerous treasures and forced his way to the Saint King Realm, establishing a Holy Land.

"After Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable obtained the Great Emperors Relic, he originally intended to leave the Secret Realm and refine it. But at that moment, Ye Chen, the Child of Luck who had been enslaved by his side, suddenly erupted."

The old man's tone became solemn. "No one knows what methods Ye Chen used, but he actually broke free from Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable's control and struck back, heavily wounding him."

"The two of them engaged in a world-shaking battle at the secret realm core."

"That battle was a hundred times more tragic than the previous melee between those in the Saint Realm. Although Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable was heavily wounded, he was, after all, a being at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, with a cultivation that could reach the heavens and move the earth."

"While Ye Chen's cultivation was inferior to that of Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, he was blessed with Luck and had endless tricks up his sleeve. The two fought until the heavens and earth cracked, and the space within the Secret Realm completely collapsed."

"In the end, Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable was killed by Ye Chen, leaving no remains behind. The Great Emperors Relic was also taken by Ye Chen, and he has been missing ever since."

The old man paused, his voice dropping a bit lower. "As for that Demon Den... it is the place where Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable fell. Unwilling to accept his death, he unleashed all his life's Devilish Qi and resentment, completely demonizing that area and forming an abyss where Devilish Qi runs rampant."

"Hidden deep within that Demonic Abyss is Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable's Saint Weapon—the ten thousand soul banner! Over the years, driven by the ten thousand soul banner, that Demon Den has been expanding, devouring the Spiritual Qi in the Secret Realm. If left to develop like this, the Secret Realm might eventually turn into a Demon Domain!"

Shen Qingyuan fell into thought after hearing this.

Originally, he wasn't very interested in this so-called Great Emperors Secret Realm. Therefore, when the Secret Realm opened, he had only sent in a wisp of his Divine Soul to conduct a simple investigation.

He hadn't expected that a Saint Weapon would be hidden within that Demon Den.

The ten thousand soul banner... just hearing the name suggested it was no ordinary Saint Weapon.

As a powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, it was impossible for the Saint Weapon forged by Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable to be anything ordinary.

He turned to look at the old man and sneered, "So, you tricked those Cultivators into going in just to plot for that Saint Weapon, didn't you?"

"Senior has a Wisdom Eye as sharp as a torch."

The old man bowed even lower, his tone carrying a hint of bitterness. "This Junior did indeed set his sights on that Saint Weapon. To my shame, I have cultivated for over three thousand years, yet I am only at the sixth level of the Asking Dao Realm, with the Yao Saint Realm still far out of reach. Although my Lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary Cultivators due to my race, if I continue to waste away like this, I will eventually pass away."

He looked up, a flash of unwillingness in his cloudy old eyes.

"If I can obtain the ten thousand soul banner and comprehend a sliver of the Saint Realm's dao rhyme from it, perhaps I can break through that barrier and step into the Yao Saint Realm."

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. "You're just an Old Turtle in the Asking Dao Realm. Can you even refine a Saint Weapon left behind by someone at the Saint King Realm?"

The old man smiled bitterly and quickly explained, "Senior may not know, but the ten thousand soul banner was shattered by Ye Chen back then and is already in tatters. Most of the Saint King Realm dao rhyme contained within has dissipated. If not for that, the demonic energy inside wouldn't have leaked out to evolve into a Demon Den."

He paused and continued, "Furthermore, I have traveled the world all these years to plan for this. I have obtained a secret technique that allows me to forcibly refine the ten thousand soul banner by using the blood and Qi of those Cultivators..."

Shen Qingyuan understood immediately. No wonder this Old Turtle wanted to trick those low-level Cultivators into entering the Secret Realm.

He couldn't help but think of that individual with great Luck—Ye Chen!

After Ye Chen killed Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, he actually didn't take the ten thousand soul banner with him.

A Saint Weapon forged by a Saint King Realm powerhouse, even if damaged, is still a priceless treasure.

Moreover, for a Saint Weapon of the ten thousand soul banner's level, the dao rhyme and Laws contained within are invaluable to any Cultivator.

Unless—

Ye Chen's situation at the time was so dire that he couldn't even manage to collect a damaged Saint Weapon.

"Was Ye Chen heavily injured in that battle?"

Shen Qingyuan asked.

The old man nodded, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes. "Extremely heavy. Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable was, after all, a peerless powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm. Even if he was heavily wounded by the backlash, his deathbed counterattack was not something a Cultivator who had only recently broken through to the ninth level of the Saint King Realm could withstand. After Ye Chen killed Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, he was covered in blood, and his aura was withered to the extreme."

He paused and continued, "Furthermore, there were powerhouses from other forces watching like tigers at the time. If Ye Chen had delayed for too long, let alone the ten thousand soul banner, he wouldn't have even been able to leave himself. So he used a secret technique and hurriedly left with the Great Emperors Relic."

Shen Qingyuan nodded thoughtfully.

"What about Ye Chen breaking free from Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable's control?" Shen Qingyuan asked again. "Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable enslaved him for over a thousand years; how could he suddenly let him escape?"

The old man's expression became even more solemn.

He looked around. Although he knew this space had been isolated by Shen Qingyuan's great Divine Ability, he still instinctively lowered his voice.

"Senior, as for this matter, I only have a suspicion."

"Speak."

The old man took a deep breath and slowly uttered four words: "Ye Chen has someone behind him."

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow.

"I have traveled the world all these years and have heard the name Ye Chen more than once." The old man's tone became cautious. "This person acts extremely low-key, but every time he makes a move, it is accompanied by world-shaking events."

"Sixty years ago, he killed Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable in the Secret Realm, took the Great Emperors Relic, and vanished without a trace."

"Thirty years ago, a Holy Land in the Eastern Wastelands with a ten-thousand-year Legacy was wiped out overnight. It is rumored to be related to Ye Chen as well."

"Twenty years ago, two Great Emperor Clans in the Central Continent fought a bloody battle with countless casualties. Ye Chen's shadow was also behind it."

"Ten years ago..."

The old man paused, a deep sense of dread flashing in his eyes. "A bloody internal conflict broke out within the Red Snake Tribe of the Southern Heaven Yao Race. Three Old Ancestors in the Great Saint Realm fell, and the Red Snake Tribe's Origin Qi was greatly damaged, having not recovered to this day. And the one who incited this internal conflict is also said to be Ye Chen."

After hearing this, a strange look flashed in Shen Qingyuan's eyes.

This Ye Chen was not simple.

A Child of Luck who had been enslaved for over a thousand years, once he broke free from his shackles, he stirred up the world's storms.

From the Southern Region to the Eastern Wastelands, from the Central Continent to the Southern Heaven, his shadow was everywhere.

"Are you saying there's a mysterious force supporting Ye Chen from behind?" Shen Qingyuan asked.

The old man nodded, then shook his head.

"It's not just supporting Ye Chen. I suspect this mysterious force has been secretly manipulating the overall situation of the world."

His voice dropped even lower. "Ten thousand years ago, Great Emperor Yuanlian emerged out of nowhere, suppressed the world, and achieved the position of Great Emperor. But before he became an Emperor, no one had ever heard of such a person. It was as if he appeared out of thin air."

"Eight thousand years ago, three Great Emperor Clans in the Central Continent declined overnight. Forces that were once as influential as the sun at noon can now only settle in a corner."

"Five thousand years ago, the Three Thousand Dao Sects of the Eastern Wastelands fell into internal strife. Countless Sects were destroyed, and countless Legacies were severed."

"Three thousand years ago, the Buddhist Sect in the Western Desert split. The Northern and Southern Sects became as incompatible as fire and water, and they are still fighting today."

"A thousand years ago, the ice plains of the Northern Plains collapsed, and countless ancient ruins appeared, triggering a century of bloody storms."

The old man said a lot in one breath and finally concluded, "These major events seem unrelated, but in my travels across the world all these years, I have found that they all faintly point in the same direction—"

"The force behind Ye Chen."

Shen Qingyuan fell silent for a moment after hearing this.

To be honest, he wasn't very interested in these so-called world trends.

As a peerless powerhouse in the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he signed in every day, listened to music, and ate delicious food. His life was incredibly comfortable.

What Ye Chen? What mysterious force? What did they have to do with him?

However—

Shen Qingyuan glanced at the old man's solemn expression, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.

This Old Turtle had lived for over three thousand years and was proficient in the Path of Divination. He must know many secrets.

Keeping him around might be useful in the future.

"How much do you know about that mysterious force?" Shen Qingyuan asked.

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Senior, I am only guessing. I wouldn't dare touch such a terrifying force."

Shen Qingyuan understood.

This Old Turtle was extremely afraid of death, and since he also practiced the Path of Calculation, he probably avoided such things early on.

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