228: Chapter 228 Mirror Flower Water Moon

True Demon Realm · Demon Cloud Throne

Deep, boundless Devilish Qi surged over the vast Demon Continent, condensing into a towering Demon Cloud.

At the peak of the Demon Cloud stood a throne cast from dark demonic gold and jagged obsidian; sitting upon it, one could overlook the endless Demon Realm below.

Sitting upon the throne was not the Taihuang Heavenly Demon, but a compact and refined... Demon Ancestor (Mahayana)!

His dark red keratin skin was covered in mysterious demonic patterns, with golden-red flames flowing between the lines.

His pair of narrow, lava-like eyes opened and closed, and two solidified flame-like horns on his forehead pointed directly at the firmament, with undying demonic flames leaping at the tips.

Just by sitting quietly, dark red tongues of fire silently coiled around his body, scorching the surrounding space until it slightly distorted.

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon stood respectfully beneath the throne with his head lowered.

"Old Ancestor, how... how did you return so quickly?"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon was shocked and suspicious in his heart; he had sent a message to the Old Ancestor, but logically, the news shouldn't have traveled that quickly.

Under normal circumstances, the Old Ancestor should have been sitting at the core of the True Demon Realm with the other Demon Ancestors, confronting and wrestling with those old monsters from the Holy Lands in the Central Province of the Three Provinces Realm.

Leaving to return at this moment, wouldn't that mean...

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor's eyes swept over Tai Huang: "On the Central Province battlefield, we caught them off guard, destroyed one Holy Land, and seized one deputy tripod."

He paused slightly, "The strategy has been set, so I withdrew and returned."

"So that is how it is! Old Ancestor's Divine Might!"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon was awestruck, then asked, "Since the Old Ancestor has arrived in person, do you need to summon the leaders of the Bone Demon Clan, Xuanming Clan, Wind Demon Clan, and Winged Demon Clan here for a discussion?"

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor slowly raised his hand and waved it, his posture dignified:

"No need to alert them for now."

He locked his gaze on the Taihuang Heavenly Demon, his molten gold eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a sharp light: "Right now, I am more concerned about Cangwu and the Di Family of the Wanxian Dynasty."

He leaned forward slightly, and the demonic flames on the throne stirred:

"What you reported earlier... are you sure that Di Futian holds half a volume of the 《Nine Nether Xuanming Profound Explanation》?"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head: "It is absolutely true! I have been in contact with him for ten years; even then, he seemed intent on trading that Cultivation Technique with us."

"It's just that we didn't have anything that could tempt him."

"I have personally verified a portion of the scriptures! He seems to be exceptionally concerned about the shuofang tripod; for the sake of this item in the hands of a fellow cultivator Undergoing Tribulation, he did not hesitate to cooperate with us."

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor sneered,

"Humans are still so treacherous. This time, our True Demon Realm was able to destroy that Holy Land, and it really owes much to the alienation caused by that treasure."

The smile quickly faded, and the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor said in a low voice.

"How many... know about this?"

In the True Demon Realm, Immortal-grade Cultivation Techniques are the closely guarded secrets of the Imperial and Royal clans; this half-volume of the Cultivation Technique is precisely his supreme opportunity to ascend to a higher level! It must not be lost!

"Rest assured, Old Ancestor! Those who know the inside story are all my trusted death soldiers; their lips are absolutely sealed!"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon said resolutely.

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor snorted through his nose, his gaze pressing down like a physical force:

"The aftermath of this matter must be handled with caution... Do you understand my meaning?"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon's back stiffened, and a sudden chill arose:

"This subordinate understands! I will certainly clean it up thoroughly and leave no future troubles!"

"There is one more thing to report to the Old Ancestor. I have concealed something from Di Futian: the Southeast Main Rift is about to take shape, but its spatial load limit can only allow a Heavenly Demon (Tribulation Transcendence Stage) to pass through."

"At that time, I request the Old Ancestor to lie in wait on the other side of the rift. I will find a way to lure the Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect, Ling Hao, to the core of the rift... Please, Old Ancestor, suppress and kill him with thunderous force! That old fox Di Futian still thinks..."

"Lure him over?"

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor's mouth curled into a cold arc,

"Why go through such trouble? When the time comes, I will personally arrive at Cangwu and finish him off with my own hands!"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon was stunned: "Old Ancestor, you... how will you pass through? Its limit..."

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor did not answer, but gave a low laugh.

He flipped his palm, and a Formation Plate emitting a gloomy luster appeared in his palm.

In the center of the Formation Plate, a point of deep black light slowly rotated, devouring light.

"This is the ninth-grade 'world-breaking demon sundial' newly developed by the Machine Demon Clan."

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor's tone carried praise, "It can briefly and forcibly widen the spatial rift, raising the power capacity limit... Passing through a Mahayana Early Stage cultivator is not a problem."

"A ninth-grade spatial Formation Plate?!"

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon's eyes were filled with wild joy, "That's great! With this divine object, our clan's army can catch them off guard and strike directly at the heart of Cangwu! Even..."

"Hmph," the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor interrupted coldly,

"Do not get carried away. This item is extremely difficult to refine, and the required Heaven And Earth Treasure are rare, especially the Void Realm magic crystals, which are hard to extract. In the short term, there is absolutely no possibility of mass production."

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon hurriedly restrained his joy: "It is my subordinate's slip of the tongue."

Subsequently, the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor inquired in detail about the movements of the various forces in Cangwu, Di Futian's recent actions, and the internal situation of the Wanxian Dynasty.

The Taihuang Heavenly Demon answered one by one, adding that the Moonshadow Sect is suspected of possessing a powerful item for suppressing space, making it impossible for even a single spatial rift to form in the southeast of Cangwu.

"Is it that strange?"

The Yan Yan Demon Ancestor muttered to himself, his gaze cast toward the huge rift in the air, as if piercing through the Void Realm to land on Cangwu:

"One more year... and the Southeast Main Rift will be completely stabilized. Tai Huang, go down and prepare well; there must be no mistakes."

"As you command, Old Ancestor! This subordinate takes his leave!"

On the empty Demon Cloud throne, only the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor's solitary figure remained.

He tapped his fingers on the cold armrests, making a dull thumping sound, flames dancing in his lava eyes, and he whispered to himself:

"Time... is running out."

Tianyuan Mountain · Red Dust Mirror Realm

Stepping into the Red Dust Mirror Realm was like stepping into a dreamlike realm woven from love threads and memories.

Above the dome was an inverted river of one hundred thousand galaxy mirrors!

Countless broken mirror fragments converged into a vast galaxy, a river of light flowing with the interweaving of ambiguous crimson and silver brilliance.

Each mirror surface reflected in real-time the lingering memories of Divine Soul fusion, the light and shadow blurred, like broken mirror flowers and water moon, both real and illusory.

Beneath the mirror dome, a huge twin-flower fusheng lotus bloomed with a warm luster.

The layered and unfolding petals transformed into a wide, soft jade couch with cloud patterns, large enough to accommodate multiple people sitting or lying down.

At the heart of the lotus, colorful light mist drifted like a dream, this light mist condensed and did not dissipate, interweaving into translucent curtains of love threads, falling softly to shroud the jade couch within.

Mirror flowers and water moon weave the tide of love, the galaxy as a quilt and jade as a couch.

The reflection of the water mirror and the star tide of the mirror dome mirrored each other, overturning and surging, making it impossible to distinguish what was false and what was real.

At this moment, on the twin-flower lotus jade couch.

Ling Hao sat cross-legged in the center, his eyes slightly closed, his breath steady and long.

By his side, five female Disciples in light, thin gauze skirts were closely connected to his Divine Soul in an intimate posture.

On the left was a woman in a green smoke flowing cloud gauze skirt; she held Ling Hao's left arm tightly, her pretty face resting dependently on his shoulder, and the exquisite curves under the thin gauze were clearly visible.

On the right was a woman in an ice-silk merfolk silk blue skirt, with a cold temperament; at this moment, she held Ling Hao's right arm in her embrace, her head slightly tilted, the ice-blue gauze skirt setting off her skin as white as snow, and her jade legs looming beneath the skirt hem.

On his left knee, a woman wrapped in fiery red thin gauze, with a hot figure, lay lazily on Ling Hao's left leg, the full curves outlined by the fiery red gauze skirt, her red lips slightly pouting.

On his right knee, a woman lightly covered in moon-white plain gauze, with a gentle temperament, lay on Ling Hao's right leg, her figure beneath the plain gauze soft and beautiful.

Behind him was another woman in a light gold cicada-wing gauze dress, who softly hugged Ling Hao's waist from behind, her head resting lightly on his broad back, the cicada-wing gauze dress as thin as nothing, her graceful figure fully exposed.

The six of them had their eyes tightly closed, immersed in the supreme wondrous realm of Divine Soul Dual Cultivation, their breaths intermingling, difficult to distinguish one from the other.