257: Chapter 257 Gathering in Cangwu

The peripheral Void Realm was torn apart repeatedly as one powerful aura after another descended, hovering in mid-air. These were the representatives of the major powers in Cangwu Province who had rushed over upon hearing the news; as soon as they appeared, they moved to stand behind Zheng Nanxun and Su Fengyi.

On the side of Wan Shou Mountain, the first three representatives stood side by side, each with a vastly different style.

On the left was a burly man with a bushy beard carrying a giant crimson broadsword, his entire aura like a blazing fire. In the center was an old man dressed in a black water-patterned robe, while on the right was a gentle woman in a light green gauze dress with a serene temperament.

On the other side, the Wutong Divine Dynasty had four corresponding representatives. One was a middle-aged man in dark black iron heavy armor with a narrow war blade at his waist, and beside him was an old man in a simple, elegant ink-colored Daoist robe.

Slightly behind them, a Young Master with a face like jade, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with gold thread cloud patterns, lightly fanned himself. The last was a woman in a water-blue ice-silk palace dress.

Whispers rose from the crowd:

"Look! People from the Chixiao Sect, Xuangui Island, and Qinglan Valley—all under Wan Shou Mountain—have arrived!"

"The power players of the Wutong Divine Dynasty's Four Great Families are here too! Is that the Dongfang Family's 'Black Armored Guard' Dongfang Lie? And the Ximen Family's Alchemy Grandmaster, Lin Yuanshan..."

"Beitang Feng of the Beitang Family, and the 'Cold Moon Fairy' Ouyang Xue of the Ouyang Family... Hiss, what a lineup!"

Muffled discussions broke out in the crowd as someone recognized Elder Lie Yang, the Burning Heaven Sword of the Chixiao Sect; the Sea-Suppressing Elder of Xuangui Island; and Fairy Bizhu, Yun Yi, of Qinglan Valley, marveling that the three strongest subordinates of Wan Shou Mountain had all arrived.

Others pointed toward the Wutong Divine Dynasty's side, identifying the Iron Wall Dongfang Lie of the Dongfang Family, the Alchemy Saint Great Master Ximen Yuanshan of the Ximen Family, the Jade-Faced Lord Beitang Feng of the Beitang Family, and the Cold Moon Sword Ouyang Xue of the Ouyang Family.

Di Fuling acted as if she hadn't heard the surrounding gazes and coldly raised her hand. An ancient Recording Stone floated up, projecting a clear image and sound before the watchful eyes of the public.

In the image, Di Futian's figure was clearly visible, his voice cold and sinister.

"I have already made an agreement with the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor of the True Demon Realm. He will help me Breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage and take control of Cangwu, and I will give him what he wants. We... each take what we need!"

This was immediately followed by Di Fuling's shocked and angry voice:

"Big Brother? You are actually in contact with the True Demon Realm?! Have you forgotten that the Three Provinces Realm and the True Demon Realm are blood enemies, locked in a fight to the death?!"

...

The image came to an abrupt halt.

Dead silence.

Di Futian's face turned from green to white, then from white to purple, his finger pointing at Di Fuling trembling violently.

This blow could be said to have come completely out of nowhere.

Di Futian was incoherent: "Fuling, you... you! Why?! How dare you treat me like this?!"

Di Fuling gave a cold laugh. "Why? You should ask yourself how you plotted to destroy my Physical Body back then, forcing me to discard my body and Cultivate as a Loose Immortal!"

"And who was it that planted a tracking mark in my Soul Origin, treating me as a pawn that could be sacrificed at any time?! My dear big brother, isn't all of this thanks to you?!"

"Furthermore, back then, the lineage of our Second Brother..."

Di Futian stared fixedly at Di Fuling, his expression shifting erratically. After a long time, he squeezed a sentence through his teeth:

"Heh... it seems my little sister is much 'smarter' than I imagined..."

This conversation, full of schemes and betrayal, made the scalps of the spectating Cultivators tingle, and they complained wildly in their hearts.

The internal relationships of the Wanxian Dynasty were truly a mess.

Ling Hao looked at Zheng Nanxun and Su Fengyi. "Wan Shan, Fengwu, if you do not believe it, you can search the Soul of the Wanxian Dynasty's Second Old Ancestor, Di Hongjing, for final verification."

Zheng Nanxun and Su Fengyi exchanged a glance. Now that things had developed to this point, the truth was almost self-evident.

Zheng Nanxun took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a heavy voice, "Pardon the offense!"

His powerful Divine Sense instantly locked onto the pale-faced Di Hongjing.

"Old Ancestor, save me!" Di Hongjing instinctively cried out to Di Futian for help, and the other Wanxian Dynasty Old Ancestors also looked terrified. But they instantly realized that their own Old Ancestor could barely protect himself right now; standing opposite them... was a genuine Mahayana Supreme!

Zheng Nanxun's actions were swift and decisive. A moment later, he snapped his eyes open, his face erupting with fury.

He waved his hand to project the key memory fragments obtained from the Soul search into the air. It was precisely the scenes of Di Futian secretly setting up the Demon-Attracting Formation, communicating secretly with a Demon Supreme, and core Old Ancestors like Di Hongjing knowing part of the inside story but choosing to remain silent or even cooperate!

"Heavens! It's actually true!"

"The Wanxian Dynasty... has actually defected to the True Demon Realm!!"

"Beasts! This is going to ruin the entire Cangwu!"

Earth-shaking roars and grief-stricken curses erupted from the crowd.

"Wherever True Demons pass, not even a chicken or dog is left alive! My ancestors' Mount Qixia was slaughtered to the last person by a small band of wandering demon soldiers back then; even infants in swaddling clothes were..."

"The Demonic Techniques they Cultivate require extracting the Spiritual Qi of the earth veins and devouring the blood essence of living beings! How many spiritual mountains and precious lands have been sucked into waste, and how many Mortal cities have turned into ghost realms overnight!"

Zheng Nanxun, this boisterous Mountain Master, had bloodshot eyes.

"How many ancestors had their Sects wiped out and stained the sky with their blood to resist the demon calamity... Di Futian, you dare to lead the wolf into the house! You deserve to die!"

Su Fengyi's phoenix eyes were filled with killing intent. The Wutong Divine Dynasty she ruled had also paid a heavy price during the demon calamities.

The overwhelming waves of anger and accusations surged toward Di Futian, yet he remained unmoved.

They died because they were weak; what does that have to do with me, Di Futian? The priority now is...

Seeing Ling Hao exchanging glances with Zheng Nanxun and Su Fengyi from the corner of his eye, Di Futian seized this tiny opening, violently tore open the space in front of him, and dived directly into the void!

"Heavenly Ancestor!..."

"Old Ancestor!..."

The Emperor and Old Ancestors of the Wanxian Dynasty were dumbfounded. Their Old Ancestor had fled?

Then what about them? What about the Wanxian Dynasty?

"Hmph! Thinking of escaping? Get back out here!"

"Suppress!"

Ling Hao gave a cold snort and reached out his right hand. A vast and boundless power of Dao laws instantly permeated the area, completely sealing and freezing the space for a thousand miles around.

Di Futian was violently "spat" out by the turbulent spatial currents, crashing miserably onto the ruins.

The spatial rift that had just been torn open healed rapidly.

Di Futian's magic power was in disarray, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with horror.

He... this kid has just ascended to the Mahayana Stage, how can his spatial suppression power be so proficient?

Ling Hao looked down at him with a mocking expression:

"Playing with spatial escape techniques in front of me?"