Wherever his gaze fell, the void seed unable to bear the strain and threatened to collapse.
"This... What is this?" Guba was shocked, looking up at the demonic sigils with pupils full of disbelief.
Emperor Demon Imprint!
In the legends of the Demon Race, only a mber of the Pureblood Demon Race possessing the Demon Emperor’s Visage could manifest it. It exerted a trendous suppressive force on other mbers of the Demon Race, even more potent than the suppression of bloodlines.
Every ti the Emperor Demon Imprint appeared, it would set off devastating waves, stirring unrest in the Demon Realm. The era where countless demons vied for power and a hundred flowers blood would be no more. Eventually, one person would erge, assuming an absolutely domineering stance to stand above all demons and command the Nine Heavens Demon Race! He might even hope to transcend, to free himself from the shackles of his mortal origins and beco a new Demon Emperor.
Although Guba had bragged a lot, he truly held a high status in the Demon Realm. The Nether Demon Clan might not have been the strongest, but it was definitely ranked among the powerful clans, one that ordinary ancient demon clans dared not provoke. Yet even with his status, the instant he saw the Imprint, his mind bood, nearly exploding.
How can a human condense the Emperor Demon Imprint? I don’t understand. This world is too absurd! This has to be a mistake, right? Genius knows no bounds of race! Guba suddenly recalled a phrase he had once said while trying to deceive Wang Xiu; now it seed to have beco reality. Damn... It’s as if my words are cursed!
「...」
After a long ti, Wang Xiu had completely integrated the Heavenly Yin Demonic Refinent. His aura gradually cald, but that serenity seed to be rely superficial. The mont he opened his eyes, beams of sharp radiance shot out, faintly causing the void around him to tremble.
This technique... It seems to resonate with the other techniques in my body, complenting them to so extent. I feel as if sothing inside has beco more complete.
"The Demon Emperor’s Visage... It really is the Demon Emperor’s Visage..." Guba was stunned, murmuring to himself. Then he rembered sothing, and his eyes blazed with an unprecedented sharpness.
The Demon Emperor is in the mortal world, and right now, only I know. If I can successfully help the Demon Emperor reclaim his throne and beco the Supre, then I... and the entire Nether Demon Clan... will be honored with a monuntal achievent, enough to be rembered throughout ancient history. What a magnificent undertaking! The re thought of it made his scalp tingle with excitent. Whatever it takes, I must convince the Demon Emperor to abandon his righteous path for the evil one, to forsake the light for the darkness, and walk The Demonic Path! He was on the verge of madness, his face a mask of insanity, his conviction more resolute than ever.
He was just about to open his mouth to speak to Wang Xiu.
Suddenly—
RUMBLE!
The world trembled violently. The entire Secret Realm shook, and the sky turned dark, as if this pocket dinsion was about to shatter.
Strange. My comprehension of a technique couldn’t have caused such a huge commotion, could it? Wang Xiu was stunned for a mont, then his expression beca solemn. This disturbance was not coming from within the Secret Realm, but from outside!
Sothing had happened in the Holy Realm!
「...」
「anwhile.」
Ancient Holy Realm.
The sky was overcast. Terrifying bolts of lightning shuttled between the clouds like malevolent Flood Dragons, emitting an aura of destruction. The world grew dim, Spiritual Energy ran rampant, and chaotic auras surged everywhere. Mountain ranges shattered, the earth cracked open, ancient volcanoes erupted, and lava converged into rivers that flowed freely. Countless wildfires raged while innurable Fierce Beasts struggled and howled in agony.
The once serene, paradise-like Holy Realm was now a scene of utter devastation, as if it could be destroyed at any mont.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Figures appeared in the sky. Nurous prodigies gathered, looking up at the heavens, their faces filled with shock and uncertainty. At the forefront, Li Xuanqi, Ye Guhong, and the others stood together, their expressions grave. "What on earth has happened?"
Over the past few months, they had all been practicing diligently, greatly improving their strengths and each gaining their own fortuitous encounters. Ye Guhong, in particular, had an aura as deep as an ancient well, seemingly already a level above the other prodigies.
BOOM!
High up in the void, the Saint’s Rules flickered into view. Saint Manifestation powerhouses were communicating with the outside world, trying to discern the cause.
「Monts later.」
Various saints appeared, encircling the area. A vast and sweeping Saintly Radiance stabilized the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. The ruptured earth was restored to its original state and the lava disappeared, everything becoming as if it had never happened. Only in the highest reaches of the void did the aura of destruction continue to spread.
The Sage descended from the sky, his expression solemn. "Everyone, prepare imdiately to leave the Holy Realm!"
"What?" Everyone was astonished.
The Ancient Sanctuary was supposed to be open for five years, but now, after less than two, we’re being told to leave ahead of schedule?
"What on earth has happened?" Zhang Yuge asked aloud.
"The seals on Demon Sea Island have cracked, and many of the Demon Race have broken out, causing a catastrophe!" Yun Wuxin, who was normally irritable, spoke with a low voice, his expression extrely ugly. "The Other Shore Ark, which maintains the passage to the Holy Realm, was also ambushed. Many people died, and the Ark itself was damaged. It’s unable to sustain the passage..."
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed. The Demon Race has re-erged? This is too sudden!
Compared to them, the saints knew more and looked even more troubled. This unrest was no accident. It wasn’t the Demon Race acting on a whim, but a ticulously planned operation.
They had received news that a large number of the Demon Race were rampaging through Nanzhou, drawing the attention of the Great Immortal Gates, whose mbers descended from their mountain strongholds to eradicate the invaders. Vermilion Bird City was a primary target. In recent days, it had faced a demon tide, with countless low-level demons pressing forward like an army. They were aggressive and reckless, often self-destructing without a second thought. The powerful experts defending Vermilion Bird City were driven to their wits’ end, and many cultivators perished.
A great number of masters were deployed to defend the city. They never expected that the passage connected to the Ancient Holy Realm would be ambushed by the Demon Race. Many Human Race powerhouses were killed, and even a Great Demon intervened, severely injuring the defenders stationed at the Other Shore Ark with the intent of destroying the passage entirely.
Fortunately, the experts from Vermilion Bird City responded in ti, arriving to slay the demonic horde.
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