Immortal of the Nine Realms

”It’s still not over?”

Everyone was secretly shocked. The millions of human and demon cultivators present already comprised the vast majority of the very top layer of the Nine Realms.

Have Saint Jinyang and the others long dismantled the Nine Realms without anyone ever realizing it?

The barrier rippled nonstop as millions of cultivators worked together to try and breach the golden light. A black mist even infected and ate large patches of it from where Saint Jinyang and the others touched it with their palms.

The cultivators present could not help but feel a sense of unease.

Could the Sarira of the first-generation Immortal Emperor truly hold out for several years against such an onslaught?

If the opponent brought in even just another million cultivators, the golden light probably wouldn’t even last a year.

A few days later, Jinyang’s expression suddenly darkened, and the aura around him began to churn violently. He immediately withdrew his hands, retreated several miles away, and sat down to regulate his breathing.

The other Saints fared no better. They all backed away one after another to adjust their somewhat chaotic auras.

”It is exactly as Monarch Fang guessed; they cannot unleash their full power.”

”That is the consequence of taking the wrong path. While it makes them a bit stronger, they can face backlash at any time.”

”As long as we have enough immortal crystals, we can fight a battle using seventy to eighty percent of our strength without suffering much damage.”

Chen Feifei and the other ninth-transformation Immortals showed hints of smiles in their eyes.

The Immortals under Lu Fengshen and Shi Xinghai also noticed Jinyang and his group’s condition, causing a strange feeling to rise in their hearts. Without the help of the dozen or so experts who were at the Third Step of the Limit Breaking Realm, the golden light gradually stabilized again.

The infected black regions even showed signs of reverting.

Jinyang snorted coldly. Like a clap of thunder, his remarks exploded across the void. ”Ancient Demon, do you still not intend to strike? Or do you plan to tear up the covenant between you and me?”

Before others could react, Shao Mengyuan’s and the other demons’ expressions had already darkened simultaneously.

Ancient Demon?

Shao Mengyuan instinctively looked at Lang Daochun. ”The Ancient Demonic Sect is with them too? Why?”

Lang Daochun rolled his eyes. ”Why are you looking at me? I want to know the reason just as much as you do.”

A burst of soft laughter echoed from all directions.

Even the cultivators within the golden light felt a wave of dizziness. Fortunately, it was not severe; they simply had to focus and calm down to alleviate it.

However, the cultivators outside the barrier were not as lucky. They swayed on their feet like drunkards, and their techniques even ended up blasting the people around them. For a moment, the formation attacking the golden light fell into instant chaos.

Lu Fengshen’s expression darkened slightly as he looked sharply toward a certain point in the void. A massive procession descended from the sky, accompanying a colossal throne on which a giant sat.

He was naked from the waist up, exposing his lean, knotted muscles to the air. A black liquid seemed to be flowing slowly across his skin, too, as though it had a life of its own. It would bulge at times and tighten at others.

Everyone instantly fell dead silent. Recovering one after another, those whom the laughter had disturbed looked at the giant with wary expressions, uncertain whether he was a friend or a foe.

A flash of wariness flickered in Jinyang’s eyes as he said indifferently, ”Ancient Demon, control yourself a little. Otherwise, you’ll die before we do.”

The giant sounded strangely gentle, sweet, and feminine. Had he not been visible, they would have thought he was an exquisitely beautiful woman. ”I just couldn’t help but laugh seeing how weak and pathetic you all are.”

Jinyang replied coldly, ”That is the Sarira of the Demon Race’s first-generation Immortal Emperor. Even among the Qingming Supreme Alliance, he would not be considered weak. If you can break the golden light of his Sarira, it will not be too late to mock us then.”

The Ancient Demon looked at the golden light with a half-smile, then at the crowd within it. His gaze pierced through layers of space and landed on Yun He and Fang Zhentian.

Wang Chongsong transmitted to Fang Chen, ”That’s the Ancient Demon of the Ancient Demonic Sect. I thought he was already dead, so this is most certainly a surprise. He walked down the evil path even earlier than Jinyang and the others, so he is likely a cut above them in terms of cultivation.”

The Ancient Demonic Sect?

Fang Chen’s expression darkened. The Crimson Fiend Demonic Sovereign he had met some time ago was from the Ancient Demonic Sect. He only learned later on that Wang Chongsong had always been contending against the Ancient Demonic Sect. However, it had always kept a low profile in the Nine Realms. At least, he had never truly interacted with them face-to-face.

”Stronger than Saint Jinyang and the others? He can’t still be as strong as a Half-Saint, can he?”

Fang Chen looked at the Ancient Demon, finding him somewhat familiar. He wondered if he had seen him during his time in the Underworld Ruins.

By now, the Ancient Demon’s gaze had shifted from Yun He and Fang Zhentian to Shao Mengyuan. ”Young Commander of the God-Slaying Army.”

Shao Mengyuan smiled and raised the God Slaying Sword in his hand. ”Correction: I am the grand commander now. Have you ever seen this sword?”

The Ancient Demon looked at the God-Slaying Sword with a hint of greed. ”That sword is certainly a fine weapon. If my ancestor had obtained it in the past instead of your ancestor, I imagine my clan’s situation would not be as embarrassing as it is today.”

Shao Mengyuan said indifferently, ”Cut the nonsense. Ancient Demon Dai, do you really intend to join forces with them? They are doing this to return to the Qingming Supreme Alliance. What about you? When all is said and done, you and your sect are just like us. You will not benefit from returning to the Qingming Supreme Alliance. On the contrary, it even poses a couple of disadvantages for you.”

”Nothing is absolute.” The Ancient Demon smiled faintly. ”Look at my current state. If this continues, my own Inner Domain will swallow me whole. Since death is certain either way, I might as well go back to being a slave soldier—a lackey—and beg for a way to survive.”

Shao Mengyuan’s expression darkened abruptly. The demon cultivators beside him also stared intently at the Ancient Demon with grave expressions.

Shao Mengyuan laughed out of sheer anger. ”You actually want to voluntarily become a slave soldier for others? If your ancestor knew you were doing this, he would probably deeply regret leaving behind a lineage like yours, wouldn’t he?”

”My ancestor?” The Ancient Demon giggled sweetly, making him sound unnervingly hair-raising. He then stopped abruptly. ”You people sure remember my ancestor now. Back then, my ancestor went through untold hardships to come to this place; he pierced through the three realms and ultimately paid with his own life to seal the gap. And how did you people over there treat my lineage?”

Everyone’s expression drastically turned grave.

Among the few True Demons who had broken into the Nine Realms back then, one of them was the ancestor of this Ancient Demon before them?

Fang Chen transmitted, ”Old Wang, who is this guy’s ancestor?”

Wang Chongsong transmitted back, ”His ancestor was Dai Conglong, and he was a standout genius within their clan. Fortunately, he died early; otherwise, we would be in even greater trouble.”

Dai Conglong?

Fang Chen remembered him. Back when the Battle of the Saint Tower ended, the cultivation realm of his tier’s top genius was one turn lower than his, yet the genius wanted to fight him for the rewards anyway.

That God Race member was called Dai Conglong!

Fang Chen’s expression turned slightly strange. ”It’s him?”