The Demon Suppression Abyss

At noon two days later, gazing out from the Cloud Boat, a massive mountain appeared ahead.

The mountain was majestic, piercing through the clouds and mist with an imposing aura.

Liu Geng pointed at the towering peak and said to the group, "Little Grand-Uncle, look. That is Boundary Mountain. It is the highest peak among the thousands of mountains in the Northern Borders. Once we cross this mountain, we will no longer be within the jurisdiction of our Wendao Sword Sect. Using this mountain as a border, three thousand miles further ahead is the true Great Desolation."

Xu Xian nodded thoughtfully.

Boundary Mountain.

It was clearly recorded in the historical archives of the Wendao Sword Sect.

Ten thousand years ago, the Sword Ancestor, Li Taibai, led the hundred schools, thousand sects, and ten thousand clans of the Central Plains to a decisive victory over the demon race.

The demon race retreated in defeat to the Great Desolation.

A truce was called.

Beast God Bai Ze, leading the heads of the Eight Desolate Tribes, sued for peace with the human race, willing to cede five thousand miles of the Northern Borders.

He acknowledged it as human territory and promised that the beast race would never invade again.

Sword Ancestor Li Taibai did not agree.

He pushed the border another three thousand miles east, all the way to the Wild River, designating that area as a buffer zone for both parties.

The demon race compromised.

A covenant was signed between the two sides.

Both parties agreed that the three-thousand-mile truce zone would be shared by humans and demons, allowing free movement. However, it was forbidden for any existence above the eighth-rank beast sovereign or the eighth-stage great ascension stage to set foot there.

Otherwise, it would be viewed as a unilateral breach of the covenant, signifying a declaration of war!

Later, after the contract was established, the Sword Ancestor and the Ancestors of the Three Sects combined the power of the four saints to move this massive mountain from the shores of the North Sea and place it here.

They named it Boundary Mountain.

It also served as a warning to the world: once you pass this mountain, you are no longer in human territory.

For ten thousand years...

The three-thousand-mile truce zone had completely devolved into an Asura field for humans and demons, plagued by constant strife and endless slaughter.

Demonic beasts entered this place to hunt humans to refine human pills.

Humans entered this place to intercept and kill demons to consume their flesh.

This place also became a trial ground for the geniuses of the hundred schools, thousand sects, and ten thousand clans of the Central Plains.

However, despite ten thousand years of life-and-death struggle, both humans and demons tacitly followed the original agreement.

Those of the eighth stage did not enter.

Ten thousand years of slaughter had soaked this land in the blood of both demons and humans.

This blood-soaked battlefield was named the Demon Suppression Abyss by the human race.

Outside the Demon Suppression Abyss, they established Demon-Slaying City.

In the tongues of the demon race, this place was called the Bloodthirsty Forest. They had also built a city on their side, by the banks of the Wild River, called Spirit Elixir City.

As the names suggested, there were demon hunters in Demon-Slaying City, and in Spirit Elixir City, humans were refined into pills.

Ultimately, it was all business.

Wherever there was profit, there was a jianghu; wherever there was a jianghu, there was killing.

There was no absolute right or wrong, only different perspectives.

To humans, every part of a demon was a treasure. To demons, the same was true of humans.

Xu Xian’s gaze extended. Beyond Boundary Mountain, suspended in the sky beneath the blazing sun and amidst the blue sky and white clouds, were two objects.

One black. One white.

They looked like two giant eyes, quietly resting in the heavens, overlooking the three thousand miles of the Demon Suppression Abyss.

Curious, Xu Xian asked casually, "What are those black and white things?"

Yao Xiaoxiao raised her hand to answer first. "Little Grand-Uncle, I know, I know! The white one is the Spirit Eye, and the black one is called the Demon Eye."

"Hmm?"

Yao Zhijian leaned against the railing, arms crossed, and chuckled. "They are actually two dharma artifacts used to monitor the three-thousand-mile neutral zone. The white Spirit Eye can sense the aura of beast sovereigns above the eighth rank, while the Demon Eye can detect auras above the great ascension stage."

"Any means of concealment or techniques will be laid bare under the insight of the Spirit Eye and the Demon Eye."

"Once either detects an abnormality, it will issue an alarm, transmitting the message back in an instant. Furthermore, it can forcibly open a void passage, allowing experts to arrive in moments."

"The passage connected to the Spirit Eye is located on our sect's Ancestral Peak, while the one connected to the Demon Eye is at the Divine Moon Pool, the supreme holy land of the demonic beast race..."

Hearing this, Liu Geng added, "Martial Uncle Zhijian is correct. The Spirit Eye and Demon Eye exist to monitor these three thousand miles of the Demon Suppression Abyss. It is thanks to these two treasures that neither the demonic beasts of the Great Desolation nor the people of the Central Plains dare to act recklessly. If the true body of a peak tribulation transcendence stage expert descends, no matter who you are, you would perish in minutes. Moreover, no one dares to bear the eternal infamy of triggering a total war between humans and demons."

Xu Xian nodded and uttered two words. "Rigorous."

Liu Geng continued his flattery. "So, Little Grand-Uncle can rest easy. With Martial Uncle Zhijian and Martial Uncle Wen accompanying you, no one in Demon-Slaying City can do anything to you. Besides, there are many of our sect's disciples in Demon-Slaying City. If you truly encounter danger, just shout, and the disciples will naturally come to protect you."

Xu Xian curled his lips and said sheepishly, "Ah... you've got it wrong. I came here to do business, not to fight. As long as I don't leave Demon-Slaying City, can the demonic beasts really charge in to harm me?"

"What Little Grand-Uncle says is true, but sometimes the calamities brought by people are worse than those of demons."

Xu Xian didn't care at all, exuding an overbearing aura. "Would they dare?"

"Naturally, they wouldn't dare, hahahaha!"

Two years ago, when Yecheng rebelled, the Wendao Sword Sect had unleashed ten thousand swords, tearing through the Cangwu Empire in three days. With their swords hanging over the Central Plains, the saints of the Three Sects had returned in defeat.

Rumors were flying wildly across the Central Plains now.

The real reason the Wendao Sword Sect had made such a massive scene, with two tribulation transcendence stage experts revealing themselves, was for one person.

That was the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect, Xu Xian!

In the current Central Plains, even if Xu Xian stripped off all his clothes and stood there for people to stab, probably no sect would dare to lift a blade.

Even the remnants of the Twelve Immortal Demon Caves wouldn't dare.

After all, the bloody lesson was still fresh before their eyes. They didn't want to be the scapegoats. Whether they could actually kill him was one thing, but destroying one's own sect's future just to kill a youth with whom they had no grievance? Only a fool would do that.

The Cloud Boat continued forward, and the world before their eyes gradually changed. Looking out from the clouds, they saw a vast, desolate expanse.

The mountains grew lower and more gradual...

Until finally, the terrain became flat. Looking down from above, it resembled a deep valley, cutting from south to north, stretching beyond the horizon.

Above it, gray mist swirled, appearing like miasma or perhaps blood-mist. In short, looking at it from a distance felt inexplicably oppressive.

The sky was originally clear and cloudless for ten thousand miles, yet that place was terrifyingly somber.

It was as if an ancient giant beast was coiled there.

If one listened closely, one could occasionally hear haunting shrieks and screams from the distance.

Xu Xian didn't even need to ask; this must be the Demon Suppression Abyss.

The coiling mist was likely earthly malice qi. Where did earthly malice qi come from? It was born from the soil nourished by years of spilled blood.

In front of the Demon Suppression Abyss, there was a high wall separating it from the sea of mist.

The high wall was built of stone, with occasional collapses and signs of ruin. Traces of sword marks, lightning strikes, and beast claws remained on the wall's surface.

Behind the high wall was a human settlement.

Houses were layered and densely packed, distributed irregularly. There were wooden houses, stone huts, and even temporary tents...

As they passed, they occasionally saw figures flying through the air.

In one corner, many Cloud Boats were docked—various types and sizes, flying an assortment of flags.

When Xu Xian first saw it, he was quite shocked. Rather than calling it a city, it would be more accurate to call it a refugee camp.

He couldn't help but complain, "This Demon-Slaying City is so dilapidated!"

Yao Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah, it's too shabby. It looks like a tribe of primitive people. Look, there's even someone over there pitching a tent!"