Above the Thousand Carp Garden, two figures carefully approached.
Before entering the Thousand Carp Garden, the two figures first halted, examining the surrounding situation.
After confirming there were no anomalies, they slowly landed, marked the terrain, ford a hand seal, reached out, and opened the entrance to the small realm here, their forms flickering as they entered directly.
The position of the small realm was extrely hidden, and within the Demon Race, only the Heart Demon clan was qualified to know this secret.
Undoubtedly, the visitors were from the Heart Demon clan.
Inside the small realm, with the entry of the two, the Rinsing Spirit Demonic Cultivators hidden within felt sothing, with Elder Wan Gu reacting quickest, erging from the hall first, only to see two flashes of clear light already nearing this place.
"Elder Wuxiang." Upon seeing the faces of the visitors clearly, Elder Wan Gu hurriedly shouted.
The Rinsing Spirit Demonic Cultivator referred to as Elder Wuxiang nodded slightly, "The day to activate the Spirit Sea Tide is approaching, I am ordered to co and lead the ignition of the Spiritual Energy Storm in the Void Realm."
The small realm of the Thousand Carp Garden is called the Void Realm.
Elder Wan Gu nodded and explained the specific situation to Elder Wuxiang, "In twenty-eight days, the concentration of Spiritual Energy in the Void Realm will reach the threshold needed to start the Spiritual Energy Storm."
The essence of activating a Spiritual Energy Storm is actually to manipulate Spiritual Energy fluctuations, eventually forming a wave.
But controlling and manipulating Spiritual Energy is an entirely technical skill, and only a few in the Rinsing Spirit Sect can truly say they understand the True Intent behind it.
The main task of those people hiding here is rely to gather Spiritual Energy, in other words, doing odd jobs.
When it cos to actually launching the Spiritual Energy Storm, it requires those who deeply understand the True Intent of Spiritual Energy, the so-called "experts".
Elder Wuxiang is such an "expert".
"Then let's wait for twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight days later, everything will be settled," Elder Wuxiang sneered, "If not for the Eastern Domain Sword Sect suddenly intervening, we truly wouldn't want to use such ans."
Once the Spirit Sea Tide surges, it's like a nuclear bomb sweeping the land, causing chaos wherever it goes, and the risk is everywhere. It will take at least a hundred years for Spiritual Energy to return to its original state of gentleness.
In other words, by then, a vast region will beco a wasteland.
For the Demon Race, the Central Spirit is already in their grasp, and this action is equivalent to ruining their own territory, which they are not too willing to do.
Furthermore, they have no way to precisely control the impact range of the Spirit Sea Tide.
This ans that when the Spirit Sea Tide hits the front-line battlefield, it will inevitably affect their army too — but compared to the Human Race's losses, their losses will be much smaller because they can evacuate their forces in advance.
However, no matter how one looks at it, launching the Spirit Sea Tide is a tactic of self-damage in a ratio of three hundred to a thousand.
If not for the Sword Sect ascending to the Central Spirit, with three Peak Masters guarding three cities, they would never use such ans.
At this mont, to break through the defensive line guarded by the Sword Sect's Peak Masters, the Demon Race has only two choices. Either they use the Demon Lord's life to trade, or they stir up the Spirit Sea Tide.
Judging by the nature of the Demon Race, the choice is obvious.
"Sacrificing so low-bloodline Demonic Cultivators to gain such a vast Central Spirit, such a bargain — which of the other seven clans wouldn't want to?"
Elder Wan Gu laughed sinisterly, "Moreover, it's precisely because there are too many of these lowly ones that our Abyss is falling into depletion. Taking this opportunity to eliminate a batch, why not?"
"That's true." Elder Wuxiang casually remarked, with not a trace of reluctance in his heart.
The Demon Race has always been a cold-blooded race.
And at this mont.
With a sudden sound, Elder Wuxiang's head suddenly flew up.
Though considered cold-blooded, in truth, warm blood splattered, spraying onto Elder Wan Gu's face.
Elder Wan Gu hadn't reacted yet, he only felt a wet sensation on his face. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and upon looking, his vision was filled with crimson.
In the next mont, he noticed that in his line of sight, his hand was growing further away from him.
What was happening?
He wondered.
Then, he saw two headless corpses.
That was Elder Wuxiang's corpse, his head was right next to it, but what about the other corpse, whose was it?
The next mont, Elder Wan Gu finally understood.
Turns out it was mine!
Then ca a sharp pain, and he fell into endless darkness, feeling nothing more.
Two promising heads flew up, two headless corpses fell down.
But this wasn't the end.
Because within the Void Realm, there were not only Elder Wan Gu and Elder Wuxiang.
What happened next was that one promising head after another flew up within the Void Realm, and headless corpses fell to the ground, blood gushing outward from necks.
In just a few breaths, the Demon's Nest, which gathered dozens of Demonic Cultivators, had no vitality left.
This wasn't the most frightening aspect.
The most terrifying part was that before their deaths, none of the Rinsing Spirit Demonic Cultivators saw what was killing them.
One could say they died unjustly.
Between Heaven and Earth, few things can kill so invisibly.
Formless Sword.
Fuyao.
Xie Qingyun, in person.
In a mont, a figure in green attire appeared within the Void Realm, surveying the surroundings.
In the Void, a gigantic sphere that seed endless was slowly rotating.
Countless resplendent bands of light connected this sphere to the small realm's boundaries.
With the sphere's rotation, vast amounts of Spiritual Energy ca from nowhere, flowing along the light bands into the sphere.
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