Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 125: The Terrifying Demon King

The atmosphere was heavy.

Li Taiqing hated that his strength was too weak; he couldn’t help at all.

“Perhaps.”

Little White Tiger’s low voice broke the silence.

“These Yao Race… they’re from another world.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze was instantly drawn to him.

Han Xuanji’s profound eyes fell on it, and he nodded slightly, signaling it to continue.

Little White Tiger took a deep breath, a humanized serious expression appearing on its face:

“In the legends of the Yao Race, the first Yao Emperor was a born monarch, destined to lead the Yao Race to glory… But in reality, he was not born in this world, but came from other worlds, and also possessed various special methods.”

“I suspect that this suddenly appearing Yao Race army, whose strength far exceeds common sense, is very likely also from that world.”

“Another world?”

Heaven Jade Perfected Person gasped, his face instantly turning pale.

At this moment, he also secretly felt that Little White Tiger was not speaking nonsense; the barriers between worlds were not always intact.

Spatial turbulence could very likely lead to inter-world travel.

Some places even had Formations set up that could cross worlds, and the Yao Race might have such Formations.

It was just that they had only just finished setting them up.

“If that’s truly the case… this crisis might be much greater than imagined!”

Heaven Jade Perfected Person originally thought it was just the Yao Race taking advantage of the chaos in the Central State to cause trouble, but he never expected it to involve another world.

They knew nothing about the information of another world, but from this momentum, it absolutely could not be underestimated.

Han Xuanji’s eyes narrowed slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly.

If the speculation was true, then the appearance of dozens of Tribulation Transcendence Realm Great Demons would have a reasonable explanation.

But there was also a more terrifying speculation, which was that dozens of Tribulation Transcendence Realm Yao Race might only be the tip of the iceberg of the opposing world.

In that case, there might be quite a few Ascension Realm Yao Race crossing over.

This force, not to mention overturning the entire Eastern Azure State, could even threaten the entire balance of the Nine Provinces Continent.

He looked at Little White Tiger and asked the doubt in his heart:

“These Yao Race from another world… will they obey the orders of the Yao Emperor?”

“Even if they don’t obey, they shouldn’t oppose him.”

Little White Tiger’s eyes flickered, and a deep trace of apprehension flashed within them.

“The Yao Emperor… his strength is unfathomable, especially in the Ten Thousand Demons Country, with the blessing of the Ten Thousand Demons Luck, he is almost invincible. Even if those alien Yao Race are powerful, as long as they descend into this world, the Yao Emperor is at least their nominal co-ruler.”

“In the Ten Thousand Demons State… almost invincible?”

Han Xuanji’s eyebrows slightly raised, and a trace of solemnity arose in his heart.

He originally thought the Yao Emperor was just an ordinary Ascension Realm strength, but now it seemed he had underestimated the other party.

His power and the Yao Race’s Luck might have a deep connection, no wonder the Yao Race could occupy the Ten Thousand Demons State.

He had a guess in his heart.

The Yao Race’s desire to expand their territory must be inextricably linked to the Yao Emperor.

It is very likely that the larger the territory occupied, the stronger the Yao Race’s Luck, and the stronger the Yao Emperor’s strength.

At that time, the Yao Emperor might be able to exert extremely strong power in the Eastern Azure State.

A sense of crisis quietly crept into Han Xuanji’s heart, but he still spoke to comfort everyone:

“There’s no need to be too pessimistic; there are still many strong people in the world.”

In his perception, many Cultivators had already gathered in Great Xia, with more than twenty Tribulation Transcendence Realm Cultivators alone.

It seemed that many strong people could no longer hide these years, and some had also returned from overseas.

However, Han Xuanji also sensed the monstrous Demonic Qi in the south, slowly approaching Great Xia.

At this moment.

Li Taiqing could no longer sit still, he suddenly stood up, Sword Qi surging around him, and said loudly:

“Master, Disciple wants to go to the southern border of Great Xia. I have initially mastered the Nine Tribulation Immortal Execution Sword Formation, and Disciple is willing to protect the peace of the world with the green blade in my hand.”

Battle Intent burned in Li Taiqing’s eyes, seemingly completely unafraid of death.

Han Xuanji didn’t discourage him either.

Although in his opinion, there was no difference between this and courting death.

Little White Tiger also suddenly jumped in front of Han Xuanji, growling:

“Master, with your command, I will definitely tear these bad demons to shreds.”

It was eager to try, seemingly wanting to prove its worth, and there was also a hint of hatred deep in its eyes.

After all, the Yao Emperor had an irreconcilable enmity with it.

Han Xuanji’s gaze swept over his Disciple and Spirit Beast, finally falling back on Heaven Jade Perfected Person, and he said leisurely:

“Since the Xia Emperor has invited us, we will go and see then.”

Heaven Jade Perfected Person’s spirit lifted, as if he had found his backbone, and he quickly agreed.

“Good!”

In reality, Han Xuanji also wanted to move around.

He had almost finished signing in for the Dao Rime in most parts of the Qinglian Sword World.

And the Great Xia Imperial City should also be a good place to sign in.

After all, the Great Xia Grand Ancestor’s Dragon Ascension was a very famous legend.

Later, there were also Lords of Revival who attained the Dao and Ascended.

Its foundation was stronger than Shenxuan Sect, not weaker.

These years, Han Xuanji could also feel many powerful auras gathering in the Great Xia Imperial Palace; it was very likely that the Old Ancestors of the Great Xia Imperial Family had returned.

However, there were still no Ascension Realm existences.

This made his existence as a Sword Immortal even more valuable.

“Yao Race…”

Han Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cast beyond the Qinglian Sword World, as if penetrating endless Void Realm, falling upon the Great Ming territory where beacon fires raged.

…

Great Ming Dynasty.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the earth a desolate dark red.

Above the vast land, traces of the past were hard to find; corpses piled up like mountains, with broken robes and remnants of weapons from Human Race Cultivators, and countless shattered bodies of Mortals, emitting a strong smell of blood and death in the twilight.

Streams of dark red, formed by congealed blood, meandered and flowed, like tears of a bleeding earth.

And in this hellish scene, countless faces of various forms, emitting fierce Demonic Qi, were reflected.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, casually roasted over huge bonfires.

Crude roars, sharp shrieks, and the “crunch” of bones being crushed by sharp teeth mixed together.

In the center of the camp, on a high platform built from huge beast bones, the atmosphere was even more lively.

Several powerful Yao Race experts, whose auras were monstrous and who had manifested some characteristics of their true forms, were sitting around drinking heartily.

The liquid in their cups was crimson and viscous, emitting a strong aura of essence blood.

“Splendid! Hahaha!”

A Yao Saint, whose body was as burly as a small mountain, with a spiral horn on his forehead and a huge bone-spiked tail dragging behind him, slammed his large bone cup heavily onto the stone table in front of him, making the cups and plates jump.

He licked the blood remaining on the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red light:

“The blood of this Tribulation Transcendence Realm Human Race Cultivator is quite delicious.”

“I just don’t know what that Human Race Sword Immortal tastes like.”

“Sword Immortal?”

The Illusory Mist Yao Saint let out a mocking chuckle.

His figure was slender, yet he exuded an even colder and more dangerous aura.

“Can his sword cut through my Myriad Transformation Formless Body? I’m afraid he can’t even touch my shadow.”