At the Blazing Fortress,
The demon gods were chatting and laughing, and the cultivators throughout the fortress were beaming with joy.
In particular, the disciples who had just returned were surrounded by the demon people of the Blazing Fortress.
They were all boasting, recounting the Young Lord's various heroic feats within the Emperor's Tomb over the past ten days.
In one day, he swept through seven sects.
In two days, the Three Sects were extinguished.
The descendant of a demon immortal was flattened with a single strike from his staff.
Monsters and geniuses were knocked down with a single punch.
The entire world came to crusade against him, but the Young Lord fought a bloody battle for two days with a single sword, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled high like an abyss...
A single roar of his had scared off a million cultivators.
By his own power, he had tormented the so-called Golden Generation of the Wendao Sword Sect, and even the famous Xu Xian could not escape his grasp.
The demon people in the fortress gasped in surprise, their shock never-ending.
It was ridiculous.
It was incredible.
He was going to the heavens...
If only one person had said this, they certainly wouldn't have believed it. After all, everyone's cultivation had been sealed. How could one person fight so many? It was nonsense.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, let alone that many people.
But...
Everyone who returned said the same thing, so they had no choice but to believe it.
And just as the demon gods were stepping forward with their heads held high, and the returning disciples were speaking with great enthusiasm while the demon people listened with rapt attention.
Movement suddenly came from the gloomy clouds tinged by the glow of the Blazing Fortress.
Gusts of astral wind suddenly descended,
The thick clouds churned frantically, and the yellow sand on the ground rose in billows.
The astral winds raged, and heaven and earth twisted.
A strange pressure swept over them, wave after wave of air currents violently battering the fortress.
The smoke-shrouded mountains vibrated in resonance.
"What's that sound?"
"Is it a ghost?"
"What's happening..."
Their thoughts were disrupted, and their attention was pulled back. Facing the wind and sand and enduring the pressure, they looked up.
They saw that beneath the originally dark sky, ten-colored lusters were converging, exceptionally dazzling.
It was like a miracle.
The twelve demon gods sensed this unfamiliar aura, and in an instant, the smiles on their faces froze.
They were as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Not good!"
"Something happened!"
"Move..."
They vanished from their spots instantly, appearing on the city walls in the blink of an eye.
This was because the aura they sensed was not just one, but dozens of them...
The entire Blazing Fortress seethed, yet it also fell silent.
Beneath the whistling and turbulent sky, those five-colored and ten-colored lights were not objects or miracles, but dharma bodies.
They were hundred-foot-tall dharma bodies, giants that blotted out the sun.
Saints...
Demon immortals...
Peak beast gods...
Their true bodies had not arrived, but they were Manifesting Sanctity through remote projections.
The Demon Abyss was in chaos and panic.
"This... why are there so many?"
"Ten, twenty, thirty... more than thirty of them. This is impossible. How can this be?"
There were a full thirty of them, thirty peak ninth stage experts. Even the twelve demon gods had eyes filled with disbelief.
How could they still have any heart for battle?
Did Fanzhou really have so many saints?
Who had ever seen such a scene? Peak saints, not just ninth stage, but even beyond.
They were peak saints who had long since transcended the Red Dust Tribulation and the Heart Demon Tribulation.
Existences infinitely close to being a True Immortal.
Their strength was comparable to a demon god in their third-stage demonization.
But today, more than thirty had come. Some they had seen before, others they had not.
They stood there, their gazes unanimous, looking down upon heaven and earth and the Demon Abyss.
Their killing intent was chilling!
Their pressure was earth-shaking!
Chi Ming swallowed hard. "Just what on earth did he do?"
The demon gods were collectively silent.
Indeed!
What did he do?
Although these experts had not yet spoken, the demon gods knew very well in their hearts that they must have come because of Bai Mang. It could only be because of Bai Mang.
However, it was impossible that they came just because Bai Mang obtained the Emperor's legacy, wanting to gaze upon him.
It wasn't worth it.
And it wasn't necessary.
They had their own eyes and ears in the mortal world.
Unless it was a matter of extreme urgency, saints rarely cared to show their faces in public, especially the demon immortals and great spirits among them.
They wouldn't do this for no reason.
Chi Ji was also drawn by the commotion and arrived at the city walls, hiding behind the demon gods.
Looking at the scene before her, she was both afraid and panicked, but she didn't find it strange. It was supposed to be like this,
Or rather, it shouldn't just be like this.
She knew that it wasn't over yet. Some people hadn't arrived, or were still on their way...
The moment Chi Ji appeared, the gazes of the demon gods all snapped toward her.
The meaning in their eyes was self-evident...
Feeling the gazes of the demon gods, Chi Ji lowered her head in panic.
Chi Ming spoke, asking once more, "What... exactly did the Young Lord do?"
Chi Ji's throat moved as she avoided their gaze and whispered, "He... the Young Lord, he kidnapped all the demon immortal bloodlines and descendants of the saints. He kidnapped them all..."
Hearing this, every one of the demon gods sucked in a cold breath.
"What else?"
Chi Ji continued, "He told everyone that if they want them to live, their ancestors must come to the Demon Abyss to ransom them..."
It all made sense now.
Everything was explained.
Only...
Jin Qing stared at the sky and spoke the same words with a different tone.
"How much trouble can one person cause?"
She was asking herself, and she was asking Bai Mang.
The demon gods felt the same way, their expressions matching hers...
Yes.
They also wanted to know.
How could someone cause such a massive amount of trouble?
A good thing had turned into a major problem.
Joy had turned into worry.
In a short while, one dharma body let out a low roar like a clap of thunder, calling him out by name:
"Bai Mang, get out here right now!"
...
In the Northern Borders.
A unique Cloud Boat was traveling through the mountains and fields.
Its speed was much faster than an ordinary Cloud Boat, but a bit slower than a tribulation transcendence expert.
On the Cloud Boat at this time, Lu Yuan was sitting as if on a bed of needles, feeling a bit panicked.
By his side was the youth Li Qingshan, who was drinking heavily.
There was also Ye Xianyu, dressed in white.
And a woman in plain clothes, Jiang Wanyin.
Three people,
Three gazes,
Full of scrutiny and appraisal...
Lu Yuan was like a criminal bandit waiting for their judgment.
Ye Xianyu spoke softly, "Talk. What's going on?"
Lu Yuan hardened his heart and said, "I couldn't beat him. I got thrashed."
Ye Xianyu pursed her lips. "You're quite stubborn."
Jiang Wanyin narrowed her slender brows and said for no apparent reason, "He really does look like him..."
Li Qingshan didn't say anything.
Truth be told, he prided himself on his eyesight, but if he hadn't known Xu Xian so well, he really wouldn't have been able to tell the difference just from appearance.
Lu Yuan was startled, his eyes widening.
Was he exposed?
So soon?
He felt like a bit of a failure.
Didn't Xu Xian say that others wouldn't be able to tell?
Or were they testing him?
He wanted to persist a bit longer, not to give Xu Xian an explanation, but because he didn't want his acting to be such a failure.
"Two Senior Sisters, what are you talking about? I don't understand?"
They just watched him quietly.
Just as he was lying through his teeth.
"We should hurry and save the others. My niece is still in his hands. You don't know, that Bai Mang is devoid of conscience and his methods are ruthless..."
Lu Yuan tried to change the subject.
Ye Xianyu, however, lost her patience. Her eyes widened as she glared at him. "You're still going to keep pretending?"
"Pretending what?"
Ye Xianyu continued, "Do you believe I'll kill you and boil you into deer soup?"
It was confirmed.
He was truly exposed.
Thinking of how Ye Xianyu once returned to the city walls carrying a tiger's head, Lu Yuan felt a chill in his heart.
He stopped persisting.
"Uh... so you saw through it."
Ye Xianyu wanted to say more, but Jiang Wanyin gestured for her to stop.
Jiang Wanyin said gently:
"Little Lu, don't be afraid. Xiao Shi just likes to talk tough. Tell us, what exactly is going on?"
This woman is alright, Lu Yuan thought to himself.
After a moment of hesitation, "I'll talk. That bastard Xu Xian made me do it all..."
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