A Flying Boat moved stealthily beneath the vast ocean. Unlike Yang Jing’s Martial Might-level Flying Boat, this vessel’s hull was a profound black, making it nearly opaque in the deep sea.
The Flying Boat was seventy zhang long, its fra far larger than a Martial Might-level Flying Boat. Its surface was covered in all kinds of Demon Sect Talismanic Script, which bound Celestial Demons to the vessel through Banishnt, replacing the Arrays used by Taoist Sect Flying Boats.
The Flying Boat was severely damaged. Its hull, forged from Nine Nether Demon Iron, was riddled with deep gashes, so of which had pierced straight through the outer armor.
They had clearly been caught in the heart of the tempest.
Even Nine Nether Demon Iron could not withstand the relentless gales of the tempest.
The Artifact Refiner accompanying the expedition was doing his best to repair the damaged Restrictions on the Flying Boat. Because the Restrictions were broken, so of the Celestial Demons bound to the vessel had lashed out, killing many crew mbers.
If a Golden Core Demon Cultivator had not been present on the Flying Boat, all the crew mbers would likely have t a violent end.
A Qi Cultivation Demon Cultivator in Black Armor ran swiftly through the vessel, only cautiously slowing his pace as he approached the cabin of the Golden Core Cultivator.
"I have an urgent matter to report to the Cyan Demon Ancestor."
he said to the Cyan Demon Ancestor’s disciple guarding the door to the cabin.
The disciple looked the Demon Cultivator up and down.
"Watch what you say and do. If you offend the Master, it’ll be your hide."
The Demon Cultivator nodded gravely, practically holding his breath, not daring to exhale too loudly.
He cautiously stepped into the cabin. The mont he entered, a roaring sound like a tidal wave washed over him.
A sphere of seawater about seven zhang in diater was suspended in midair by a Restriction. Inside, a young whale with a slender, dolphin-like body swam, repeatedly ramming its head against the watery barrier and letting out long, mournful cries.
It had battered its own head until it was bruised and bloody.
A rmaid was trying to soothe the whale, her expression desolate. Her eyes were filled with tears that turned into crystalline Pearls the mont they fell.
Although this young whale was the target of their voyage, it was the first ti this Demon Cultivator had seen it up close.
A Profound Whale could contend with a Golden Core Cultivator upon reaching adulthood, but its bloodline was far inferior to this whale’s. This creature was a Feathered Whale, and it contained the bloodline of the legendary True Spirit, the Kunpeng.
The Feathered Whale is a totem worshiped by the West Sea rfolk.
The mother whale’s Cultivation was enough to contend with a Nascent Soul Cultivator. She proclaid herself the West Sea Great Saint, ruled over a thousand rfolk, and had established her own court on the seafloor, governing her own domain.
But sohow, news of her secret pregnancy and impending birth was leaked, reaching the ears of the Cyan Demon Ancestor of the Northern Demon Sect.
For a True Spirit bloodline like that of the Feathered Whale, reproduction is exceptionally difficult. Childbirth is fraught with calamities; not only is the mother’s Power greatly diminished, but the offspring is also highly likely to be stillborn.
The Cyan Demon Ancestor coveted the Feathered Whale’s calf. He began by using Demon Sect thods to summon various Celestial Demons to harass the mother, forcing her to fight while pregnant and giving her no rest day or night. He then went further, secretly planting the Demon Sect’s Secret Poison in the Demon Fish of the surrounding waters. This poison then infected the mother whale and the rfolk, where it lay dormant and hidden.
The mont the mother whale gave birth to her calf, he activated the Secret Poison and used a Demon Array to summon the Celestial Demon, the Yu Jing Water Demon, to battle her.
Although the Yu Jing Water Demon was also a Nascent Soul Level Celestial Demon, it would normally be no match for the Feathered Whale in the water. Unfortunately, not only was the mother whale’s Power greatly diminished from giving birth, but she was also afflicted by the Demon Sect’s Secret Poison. With less than sixty percent of her strength remaining, she was forced into a steady retreat with her calf in tow.
The Cyan Demon Ancestor seized the opportunity. With a single blast of the Seven Cities Profound Evil Demon Light from his Flying Boat, he succeeded, severely wounding the mother and snatching her calf.
"Creatures with this kind of True Spirit bloodline have such a high innate standing that they must face nurous calamities as trials after birth. Only by overcoming them can they mature. That is why scheming against them during pregnancy is invariably successful."
He gazed greedily at the young whale trapped in the Restriction and spoke triumphantly to the concubine in his arms.
Had the West Sea Great Saint not been pregnant, the Cyan Demon Ancestor would never have dared to plot against a Demon Saint on par with the Nascent Soul realm. He feared that the mont he started summoning Demons to harass the rfolk, her Spiritual Sense would likely have detected him, and she would have tracked him down in an instant.
Unfortunately for her, pregnancy caused her to be rejected by the heavens and the earth, shrouding her in calamitous qi and leaving her completely oblivious to the intricate web of traps the Cyan Demon Ancestor had laid.
However, the Cyan Demon Ancestor was not blinded by his ecstasy. Now that the calf was in his hands, the calamities afflicting it had spread to him as well.
The tempest that had suddenly appeared at sea was clear proof.
This tempest had ensnared his vessel for a full seven days, which was simply unheard of. The Cyan Demon Ancestor didn’t even dare order the Flying Boat to surface and use the stars to determine their position.
After traveling blindly beneath the waves for several days, he was thankful they had not accidentally strayed into a Demon Realm.
Although the Cyan Demon Ancestor was a Demon Cultivator, entering a Demon Realm was still extrely dangerous. The Celestial Demons within would not show him the slightest rcy just because he practiced a Demon Skill.
"What is it?"
The Cyan Demon Ancestor noticed the Demon Cultivator who had entered.
The Demon Cultivator saw the concubine, clad only in a light gauze that left little to the imagination, and hastily lowered his head. The Cyan Demon Ancestor had been capricious lately; even his most favored disciple had been flayed, his bones dismantled, and his body rendered into Demonic Materials for a minor mistake.
"Reporting to the Ancestor, seventeen of the One-Eyed Demons sent out to scout the surrounding sea have suddenly died. I suspect there is another Flying Boat in this area."
The Cyan Demon Ancestor’s attention sharpened. They had been traveling underwater for seven days, and aside from a bizarre assortnt of Demon Monsters and Demon Fish, they had not seen anything else at all.
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