Chapter 449 | I Really Don't Want to Cultivate Immortality!

Xu Xian finished his recovery and stood before the Bixu Mirror, attempting to meditate according to the method taught by the little book spirit.

He first thought of Xia Chu Yi's appearance.

Failure!

Next was Lin Qianqian, Yao Xiaoxiao, Ye Xianyu, Wen Qingxue...

All failed!

Xu Xian frowned and muttered under his breath, "Hmm... why isn't it working?"

The little book spirit was speechless and casually remarked, "Master, why is your head filled with nothing but women?"

Xu Xian had a sudden inspiration, "You're right!"

He then thought of Li Qingshan, Lu Yuan, and Zhang Yang.

Still failure!

Glancing at the little book spirit, he complained, "Men don't work either?"

The little book spirit was getting tired of this, letting out a small sigh and pouting. "Please, Master, the Wendao Sword Sect is all mountains. Even if they were standing by the water, don't you know how far it is from here? It's tens of thousands of miles away. Moreover, there's thousands of miles of nether water in between, and the laws of the Demon Abyss are different. You're only at the sixth stage..."

Hmm?

Xu Xian fell silent.

"True!"

The little book spirit had mentioned before that the abilities of the Bixu Mirror were proportional to his own cultivation. The Wendao Sword Sect was indeed a bit too far.

"Again!"

This time, Xu Xian got smart and began to think of Chi Ji. This time, although it still ended in failure, the Bixu Mirror gave some feedback and movement.

There was a floating glow, but no image returned.

Xu Xian didn't think much of it. A response proved it was feasible. As for the failure, it was likely because Chi Ji wasn't by the Nether Pool.

He changed his target and thought of the High Priest. He wanted to see what she was doing and how she reacted after his disappearance...

As the image of the High Priest surfaced in his mind, the Bixu Mirror finally gave a clear response.

First, ripples of light appeared on the azure surface of the mirror, then the light refracted, turning from illusory to real.

Xu Xian was overjoyed, "It actually worked!"

The little book spirit also leaned in.

One spirit and one person stared at the surface of the Bixu Mirror.

The condensed image gradually became clear until it felt as if they were right there, giving a sense of watching a movie.

There were not only images but also sounds.

"Is that the Nether Pool?"

"They seem to be fighting..."

In the mirror's light was an endless expanse of the Nether Pool.

The sky remained a gloomy dark, with a thin curtain of rain. A golden giant dragon hung in the sky, its wings vibrating.

The High Priest stood atop the dragon's head, her long golden hair flowing in the wind as she looked down upon everything.

All around her, figures stood tall, radiating terrifying auras.

There was also a black giant dragon, its eyes cold and blood-red.

Xu Xian had seen and recognized all these people.

They were all demon gods, and all twelve demon gods were gathered there.

Looking at their posture and positions, it was indeed an array ready for battle.

From a god's eye view, it was obvious that the High Priest, the Small Priest, and the golden giant dragon were surrounded by the other ten.

Xu Xian swallowed hard, his expression exceptionally excited as he gloated, "Oh, looking at this, they really are about to fight."

"Is the High Priest trying to force open the Nether Gate?" the little book spirit analyzed.

Xu Xian shook his head, "Doesn't look like it."

"Two dragons, one on each side, that's a draw. Two against ten. Master, do you think these two girls can win?"

Xu Xian didn't care at all, saying nonchalantly, "Why do you care if she can win? It's better if both sides are crippled or if they all die."

If they all died, Xu Xian could reap the benefits.

Firstly, if the demon gods were all gone, no one in the Demon Abyss could threaten him anymore.

At that time, whether he used trickery or force, no one could stop him.

Secondly, even if they didn't all die, the fall of a few would throw the Demon Abyss into chaos, which would eliminate a major external threat for the Wendao Sword Sect.

"Master, you're so devious!"

"Shh, don't talk, watch carefully."

"Oh!"

...

The Nether Capital was reaching the end of the rainy season. After more than a month of lockdown, there was still no trace of Bai Mang.

The upper echelons of the entire Demon Abyss had completely lost their patience.

The heavenly demon race grew restless.

The Ten Great Demon God Palaces were the first to react. The Demon God Guards were the first to stop working, followed closely by the Demon Court. The armies of the Demon Abyss also secretly withdrew from the Nether Pool under the instructions of the demon gods.

In just a few days, the High and Small Priests were marginalized. Only the Nether Guards of the Nether Hall continued to search for Bai Mang, but they were ultimately outnumbered and alone.

The High Priest was furious upon learning this and blamed the demon gods, the Demon Court, and the Demon Guard Army.

The demon gods refused to submit and took the opportunity to strike back, demanding an explanation from the priests and seeking to settle accounts regarding Bai Mang's disappearance.

The contradictions that had been accumulating in the Demon Abyss for a long time were brought to the surface. Internal strife and external pressure erupted completely.

In the Outer City of the Nether Capital, people were restless.

In the Inner City of the Nether Capital, everyone was in a panic.

The heavenly demon race chose sides, while the earthly demon race followed suit in secret. A storm of power and a shift in interests quietly unfolded at the end of this rainy season, quickly sweeping through and intensifying.

Everyone wanted to stay out of it, yet everyone wanted a piece of the pie.

It was more than just chaos.

The Demon God Guards from the Ten Great Demon God Palaces gathered in secret, surrounding the Nether Guards who were loyal to the High and Small Priests of the Nether Hall. The two sides stood in a tense standoff, at each other's throats.

The Demon Court wanted to stay out of it, but feared the situation would spiral out of control. They ordered the enforcement squad to seal off the entire Inner City.

They drove the demons from the Outer City ten miles away, fearing they would be affected.

Divine sons, goddesses, princes, and marquesses could not stay out of it and were forced to get involved.

Each was worried, as if the wind blowing through the tower heralded a rising storm.

The storm seemed ready to engulf the entire Demon Abyss at any moment.

No one knew how the situation would develop next, nor did anyone know what the future of the Demon Abyss would be.

The power to decide was never in their hands.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the demon gods to show themselves, waiting for their final choice.

Was it to be a great war where the Demon Abyss would collapse?

Or would there be a compromise, a shift in power, and the start of a new era?

Or perhaps both sides would back down and negotiate, everything returning to normal as if it were all a false alarm...

They could only wait. While remaining vigilant and wary, they all looked toward the depths of the Nether Pool, watching silently...

They prayed, they waited, and they hoped for the dust to settle.

Just as the ordinary demons of the entire Demon Abyss were waiting for the rainy season to end.

The scene reflected in Xu Xian's Bixu Mirror was currently unfolding in the depths of the Nether Pool.

Ten demon gods had arrived together to interrogate the High Priest.

However.

Even though the people below had already drawn their swords, and some had even started fighting, causing casualties, the demon gods remained very restrained.

Even though they had a massive numerical advantage, they did not dare to act recklessly.

It wasn't because the High Priest was too strong.

It was just that.

Until the very last moment, they weren't sure who was actually on whose side.

After all.

They had conflicts with the High Priest, but the ten demon gods were never truly at peace or united among themselves.

The Seven Great Families' internal struggles had never ceased.

If a real fight broke out, there would be too many variables.

But today, an explanation had to be given. The High Priest had to give the heavenly demon race an account.

Above the Nether Pool, within the rain, divine power surged and demon qi grew restless.

The Yellow Demon had a gloomy face as he questioned in a cold tone:

"Jin Qing, the entire Demon Abyss has spent over a month entertaining your whims. Where is he? What else do you have to say?"