225: Chapter 225 Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage to the True Demon

Wanxian Dynasty, deep within the imperial palace.

In the depths of the gloomy palace hall, the clamor of the outside world was cut off.

Di Fuling's graceful face was now covered in frost, her eyes filled with suppressed anger.

She stared fixedly at Di Futian before her and questioned, "Big Brother? You actually have dealings with the True Demon Realm?! Have you forgotten that the Three Provinces Realm and the True Demon Realm are blood enemies, locked in an irreconcilable feud?!"

There was no ripple on Di Futian's withered face: "I had no choice. The shuofang tripod is in Ling Hao's hands, and now my hope of returning to the Mahayana Stage lies in it. Now that the news has leaked, the Wanxian Dynasty stands at the forefront of the storm. The Niding Alliance is trying to roast me on a spit by doing this!"

A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, "If not for the missing core of the 'Cangwu Tripod Control Technique', how would I have ended up like this?"

"Once I retrieve the shuofang tripod, I can resonate with the earth veins of the Shi Continent using the 'shuofang tripod Control Technique', and the Mahayana Stage will be within my grasp!"

"Then have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Di Fuling's anger burned even hotter, "The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor (Mahayana) has descended upon the southeast rift. If he goes back on his word after crushing the Moonshadow Sect, how will we resist with our Undergoing Tribulation bodies? Luring a demon to drive away a tiger will only lead to us being devoured by the tiger in the end!"

Di Futian flipped his withered palm, and a half-rolled ancient scroll wreathed in dark purple demonic patterns appeared in his hand. The material of the scroll was neither gold nor jade, and the moment it appeared, an icy and overbearing aura permeated the air.

Di Fuling's pupils contracted sharply: "The 'Nine Nether Profound Mysterious True Explanation'? A… Immortal-grade Cultivation Technique from the True Demon Realm?! Where did this come from?"

Whether in the Three Provinces Realm or the True Demon Realm, Immortal-grade Cultivation Techniques were extremely rare.

She knew well that such a technique could not be obtained through ordinary transactions.

Di Futian's tone was flat.

"This was a war trophy I obtained after slaying the Fenji Demon Ancestor on the battlefield outside the realm years ago."

"Slaying a Demon Ancestor?!"

Di Fuling's heart shook violently; she had never heard of her big brother slaying a Demon Ancestor.

Di Fuling only felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart.

"Then aren't you afraid that the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor will seize it by force?!"

The corners of Di Futian's mouth curled into a cold arc, revealing immense self-confidence and a trace of madness: "If he dares to make a move, I have my own secret method to briefly return to the Mahayana Stage… and make him regret it!"

Seeing the glint in Di Futian's eyes, which showed he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, Di Fuling felt a chill to the bone.

He was still the same Di Futian, calculating and viewing everything as a chess piece.

She suppressed her surging emotions and changed the subject, probing: "A Demon Ancestor-level existence should, by common sense, be deadlocked with those Holy Lands in the Central Continent and would not easily set foot in the periphery. Those Demon Ancestors who besieged me back then… how did they know my whereabouts?"

Her gaze was like a knife, piercing toward Di Futian.

A ripple flashed in the depths of Di Futian's eyes, then was immediately covered by withered silence: "This… I do not know either. But for now, this is the only chance."

He skillfully avoided this fatal question.

Di Fuling sneered in her heart, but it did not show on her face as she turned to say: "Your strength is ostensibly at the seventh level of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage, but in reality… I fear you can only exert the level of the fifth level of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage, right?"

She pointed out the weakness Di Futian revealed after being forced to act. This was also the fundamental reason why they failed to keep Zhu Wutong and his companion back then.

Di Futian's expression instantly darkened; this was indeed his greatest pain and secret.

He took a deep breath, steered the topic away, and looked at Di Fuling with sharp eyes: "You fought Ling Hao in that Small World, do you know his true depth?"

Di Fuling recalled the terrifying power that imprisoned the world, feeling a chill in her heart, but her face remained calm: "The Small World was collapsing at the time, and I was only concerned with escaping, so I did not probe deeply. Therefore, I am not clear."

In fact, in her estimation, Ling Hao could easily suppress her, so his cultivation was likely… at least the tenth level of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage!

However, even if he had this cultivation, if the true body of the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor descended, I fear even he…

Her face was worried; no matter how strong Ling Hao was, as long as he was not in the Mahayana Stage, it would be difficult to resist a true Demon Ancestor.

Di Futian looked at Di Fuling's unsightly expression, assuming she was still brooding over her previous humiliating escape, and did not delve further.

He said in a deep voice: "The Wan Shou Mountain and Wutong Divine Dynasty sides are not to be worried about for the moment. Haven't the Danding Sect and Fenglei Sect already secretly pledged allegiance? Just right, let them use the 'Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring' matter to test the depth of the Moonshadow Sect."

A gleam of calculation flashed in Di Futian's eyes: "The outside world all says I am at the seventh level of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage… Hmph, I would like to see how Ling Hao will respond once he knows."

After Di Futian finished speaking, his figure dissipated like smoke in the depths of the palace hall.

Di Fuling stood alone in the gloom for a long time before slowly walking out.

Outside the hall, the Second Old Ancestor, dressed in plain blue Taoist robes, had long been waiting.

"Old Ancestor Ling."

The old woman bowed respectfully.

Di Fuling's gaze was heavy as she ordered: "Go, notify the Danding Sect and the Fenglei Sect to test the matter of the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring. Keep an eye on it secretly."

"Yes!"

Immediately, Di Fuling asked seemingly casually: "Hongjing, when did our Wanxian Dynasty… actually start contacting the True Demon Realm?"

The old woman (Hongjing) lowered her head, her voice steady:

"Replying to Old Ancestor, it was about ten years ago, shortly after the Heavenly Ancestor woke up. During that brief space rift fluctuation in Yanxi County, the Heavenly Ancestor once had… exchanges with the Taihuang Heavenly Demon on the other side."

"Who else knows about this?"

Di Fuling pressed.

"Besides the Third (Di Hongshen) and a few others, no one else should know the core details."

Hongjing recalled slightly, "However, seven years ago, the Third Old Ancestor sent a trusted aide to pass information to a Demon Venerable, unexpectedly being seen by a Loose Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage. Afterward, we sent extra manpower to silence them, ensuring no survivors escaped… logically speaking, there should be no leaks."

"Silenced?"

A cold light flashed in Di Fuling's eyes, then returned to indifference, "Hmm, I see."

She waved her hand. Hongjing bowed and retreated.

Di Fuling stood in front of the hall, looking toward the southeast, her brows tightly locked as she fell into thought.

Perhaps, she should find a time to go to the Moonshadow Sect?

After all, if he died, she was afraid she would not live either.

…

Xuanyin Peak, by the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring.

The night was like water, the waterfall of Xuanyin Peak roared, and the cold pool was deep and secluded.

The source of the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring was suffused with a rich aura of life, and the spring water gurgled, flowing into the pool.

Though it was called a pool, it had actually turned into a small lake.

Ling Hao stood by the lake with his hands behind his back, feeling the power of creation contained in the water vapor.

A figure appeared quietly not far away, dressed in a moon-white wide-sleeved immortal dress, with sun and moon patterns embroidered in gold thread shimmering with clear radiance under the moonlight.

As soon as she appeared, she saw Ling Hao by the spring.

With a respectful look on her graceful and beautiful face, her voice was gentle, and she offered a graceful bow.

"Huaping pays respects to the Sect Master."