Fanzhou.
After ten days of silence, the eight Sky-Reaching Tomb Gates finally showed signs of movement.
First, the azure light curtains reappeared in the deep gloom, followed by ripples of light and shadow like a surging lake...
Among the waiting fleet of Cloud Boats, powerful experts stood up one after another, gazing intently at the gates.
Then,
Figure after figure emerged from the gates, becoming a dense crowd in the blink of an eye.
However.
It was clear that there were significantly fewer people than when they had entered.
Is it over?
Who won?
The divine senses of the accompanying experts from various sects and tribes activated, interlacing into a vast net.
They blanketed the world, searching the crowd for those familiar figures...
Yet,
The disappointment in their eyes far outweighed their anticipation.
They could not see them.
At the very least, they did not see the specific figures they were looking for.
An ominous premonition flashed through their seas of consciousness.
These disciples were coming out like refugees, disheveled and frantic, their eyes vacant and unfocused.
Some were even babbling incoherently, seemingly driven mad.
"He is not human! He is not human!"
"Haha! I finally made it out! Hahaha! I am still alive! Hahaha!"
"Nobody can kill me..."
"Ancestors, protect me..."
Similar scenes played out before all eight stone gates.
Deep in the North Sea.
Before the Death Gate, the demon gods and demon immortals failed to find their juniors, only to hear a piece of devastating news.
Their own kin had been captured by Bai Mang.
"What did you say?"
Facing the fury of their ancestors, the juniors spoke incoherently.
"Bai Mang... Bai Mang obtained the legacy. He slaughtered a hundred thousand people and kidnapped the young masters..."
...
In the Divine Moon Pool of the Great Desolation.
Bai Ze's expression darkened. "Did the Young Lord Bai Mang obtain the Emperor's legacy?"
"Bai Mang said that if we want them back, we must bring the tribe's immortal plants and immortal ores to the Demon Abyss to ransom them."
...
In the Jiangnan region of the Central Plains.
The Three Sects were shaken. A saint asked in disbelief, "Say that again. What exactly happened?"
"Kidnapped! Bai Mang kidnapped everyone! Thousands of people... he kidnapped them all!"
It was the same in the far north, outside the Sword City, and on the shores of the East Sea.
The geniuses of the entire world had been kidnapped by Bai Mang alone.
A dark horse.
He had risen with overwhelming force.
...
Within the Black Sand Sea, the demon youths returned with the joyous news, and the entire race celebrated.
"Our Young Lord slaughtered a hundred thousand and won the favor of the Emperor, receiving his legacy!"
"Our Young Lord slaughtered a hundred thousand and won the favor of the Emperor, receiving his legacy!!"
The demon gods were wild with joy, acting like children.
Jin Qing confirmed repeatedly, "Chi Ji, are you certain? Are you absolutely sure Bai Mang obtained the legacy?"
Chi Ji remained utterly certain.
"It is absolutely true!"
The demon gods were overjoyed, their voices filled with excitement.
Some laughed toward the heavens, while others spoke boisterously.
"Haha! The Young Lord is truly the Young Lord. His strength is terrifying..."
"I never expected our Demon Abyss would be the final winner."
"With the protection of the Demon Lord, the Demon Abyss will surely rise!"
"I said it long ago. The Young Lord is extraordinary. Some Little Grand-Uncle from the Wendao Sword Sect or those demon immortal bloodlines are not even worth mentioning before our Young Lord."
A great joy.
A great victory.
The entire race should celebrate together for three days.
"Come, follow me to welcome the Young Lord's return!"
Chi Ji did not want to disturb the joy of the demon gods, but she had to deliver Bai Mang's instructions. She spoke softly:
"The Young Lord asked me to bring a message to everyone."
"Speak!" Jin Qing said excitedly.
Chi Ji told them the truth. "The Young Lord wants the Venerable Demon Gods to prepare for war at the Blazing Fortress."
Prepare for war?
Why prepare for war?
The demon gods were a bit confused, thinking that perhaps the people from the other worlds couldn't handle the loss and would come looking for trouble.
That had to be it.
However.
If Bai Mang could think of it, how could they not? They had already made preparations.
Wrinkles formed around Chi Ming's eyes from his smile as he said warmly, "Rest assured. We have been secretly arranging our defenses for days. Besides, with the twelve of us here, is that not enough?"
Chi Ji wanted to say more but hesitated.
"If you have something to say, say it. Do not beat around the bush."
Chi Ji's eyes flickered as she whispered, "The Young Lord said this time is different. He caused a bit of trouble inside."
The demon gods did not care at all.
A ten-day slaughter.
Bai Mang had killed a hundred thousand people.
They already knew that.
So what if he killed them? The struggle for a secret realm was always a matter of life and death.
Fate was decided by heaven; no one could be blamed.
"It is fine!"
Chi Ji spoke again. "The Young Lord said the trouble he caused is a bit big..."
Jin Qing laughed. "Haha! How big could it be? Even if the sky falls, we can hold it up for him."
The other demon gods chimed in agreement.
Nothing else mattered.
Bai Mang obtaining the legacy was the most important thing.
What was a bit of killing? Even if he killed the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect, they could handle it...
At worst, they would fight to the end.
It was worth risking everything for such a talent.
Chi Ji wanted to speak again, but Chi Ming interrupted her and consoled her, "Alright, Xiao Ji. You have worked hard these past days. Go and rest first..."
Chi Ji hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.
"Alright!"
The group of demon gods left in a flurry, some busy spreading the news and others organizing the reception.
Everyone was busy.
A great joy.
A great victory.
A blessing for the Demon Abyss.
A blessing for the demon race...
...
Outside the Broken Sword Mountain, Lu Yuan, playing the role of Xu Xian, also emerged with the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect.
After Lu Yuan came out, he did nothing but suspend himself in the air, facing the stone gate. He clutched his chest, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a hoarse, angry roar.
"Bai Mang!"
"You just wait..."
"One day, I, Xu Xian, will flatten the Demon Abyss and exterminate your entire race!"
The cultivators across the mountain could hear his grief.
They hurriedly asked their surviving disciples what had happened.
To think the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect would lose his composure like this.
The answer they received,
Was truly shocking.
Bai Mang had kidnapped the Golden Generation of the Wendao Sword Sect. Xu Xian was no match for him and had been defeated.
In that light,
Such a reaction was actually reasonable...
Li Qingshan and Ye Xianyu watched this scene, feeling that something was not quite right.
In the look they exchanged, the same confusion was written...
Based on their understanding of Xu Xian, he should not be like this.
He was too undignified.
He was not calm enough.
Furthermore.
They could not accept that someone could actually beat Xu Xian, nor could they believe that someone could gain an advantage over him and push him to this state...
Did they hear wrong?
Or did they see wrong?
Before they could think further, their own disciples came to report the situation.
"Sect Master, Peak Master Li, please go to the Demon Abyss to rescue our people!"
Rescue?
Rescue whom?
"Explain clearly," Ye Xianyu said with a stern face.
"Bai Mang, the Young Lord of the Demon Abyss, has kidnapped the Twelfth Grand-Ancestor, the Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor, Lu Yuan, and Yao Xiaoxiao. He told us to go to the Demon Abyss to ransom them..."
The two of them found it even harder to believe upon hearing this.
The Golden Generation.
All of them kidnapped?
Only Xu Xian remained?
They did not panic but asked for details, and the disciples all spoke at once.
They finally managed to piece together the sequence of events.
Bai Mang slaughtered a hundred thousand people, became the enemy of the world, and obtained the legacy.
He had kidnapped every genius, talent, saintly bloodline, and descendant of demon immortals in Fanzhou...
He wanted ransom.
Immortal essence and immortal ores...
Lu Yuan, in his guise as Xu Xian, said the same thing, urging them to go rescue the people.
Ye Xianyu and Li Qingshan looked at each other. She asked, "Do you believe it?"
Li Qingshan did not speak, but his expression gave the answer.
He did not believe it.
He would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.
However, if someone said Xu Xian was the one who did these things, he would believe it.
Ye Xianyu asked Lu Yuan, "What about you?"
Lu Yuan was a bit dazed, not knowing how to answer. Xu Xian had not taught him this part.
He remained silent.
Ye Xianyu ordered an accompanying Elder to pilot the Cloud Boat and take the surviving disciples back to the sect.
Then she took a deep look at Lu Yuan and said, "You, come with me."
Lu Yuan followed.
Li Qingshan went with them.
At the same time, in less than fifteen minutes, in the Central Plains, the North Sea, the East Sea, the Great Desolation, and the far north...
Tribulation transcendence cultivators, saints, beast gods, mountain spirits, and the experts of hidden sects.
Even the spirit bodies of demon immortals left their respective mountains and began their journey.
Their target converged on one place: the Demon Abyss in the West Heaven.
Bai Ze went.
The tribulation transcendence experts of the Three Sects went.
Tu Sisi also went...
Yao Xiqiao, who was guarding the Sword Qi Great Wall, and Lin Fengmian in the far north sensed the anomaly and knew something was terribly wrong.
They also followed in secret...
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