The Demon Abyss.
The Blazing Fortress.
A hundred thousand armored demons stood in wait, their ranks ready for battle. Upon the ancient mountain walls, battle flags fluttered in the wind.
Normally, this would be a majestic sight filled with soaring battle intent.
But at this moment, the demon cultivators were like wilted eggplants, their spirits deflated.
The youths who had just left the Emperor's Tomb were in an even worse state.
Never had they seen such a scene. They huddled in corners, shivering.
They wanted to run.
But where could they go?
They had only been out for less than fifteen minutes, and dozens of manifestations had already descended. God only knew how many more great powers would emerge later.
Was the Demon Abyss truly finished?
The previous excitement and thrill had vanished, replaced by worry and panic.
At this moment, they finally realized just how massive the trouble the Young Lord had caused was.
However, they did not feel the Young Lord was in the wrong.
During those ten days of slaughter, it was either kill or be killed. If there was any fault, it was that he hadn't silenced every witness, but with so many people, it was impossible to kill them all.
So, now they were grumbling—complaining that these experts and beings were sore losers.
When the young are beaten, the old come to their aid.
Of course, they only dared to curse in their hearts or whisper under their breath.
Jin Qing's expression was incredibly grim, and the other demon gods fared no better.
Facing the forest of massive phantom figures standing upon the Black Sand Desert, her eyes were as dark as ink.
This scene of the entire world coming to crusade against them was remarkably similar to the records in the books from tens of thousands of years ago.
Back then, a similar scene had erupted outside the Black Sand Sea.
That battle had been world-shaking.
In the history books of Fanzhou, it was clearly recorded:
The demon race was tyrannical, annihilating life, desolating the mountains and rivers, and bringing darkness, so the three races crusaded against them.
That war had shattered the land and ended in mutual destruction.
Today, the same scene was playing out again. Unfortunately, the Demon Abyss was no longer the Demon Abyss of old.
They possessed absolutely no power to fight back.
Yet, as the High Priest, Jin Qing maintained her composure and defiance.
She stood atop the city wall, facing the dozens of saints directly, and questioned them.
"Senior elders, what is the meaning of this? Do you intend to start a war with my Demon Abyss?"
One great beast among them, his eyes as cold as frost, gave Jin Qing a faint glance, his gaze filled with disdain.
He sneered, "Heh... has the Demon Abyss truly run out of people? Even a little thing like you has become a master?"
Jin Qing lowered her brows and remained silent.
Jin Yu couldn't take it and retorted, "You old thing, how dare you speak like that? This is our High Priest. Are you blind? So what if you're old? Even at your age, you haven't become an immortal, have you?"
"Youngster, you truly don't know the heights of the heavens. Who taught you to speak to your elders like this?" another phantom murmured.
Jin Yu's tongue remained sharp. "Elders? Heh... you've just lived a bit longer, that's all. Sooner or later, you'll all die before I do."
The demon gods remained unmoved, as they were well aware of the Small Priest's temperament.
The saints cared even less.
It was true that Jin Yu was the Small Priest of the Demon Abyss and possessed some strength, but in their eyes, she was ultimately insignificant.
It was like a three-year-old child flailing their arms and shouting in front of you. All they saw was something laughable and amusing, nothing more.
They hadn't come here to argue with her, after all.
Doing so would be beneath them.
Jin Qing gave Jin Yu a symbolic scolding for her rudeness before returning to the main point.
"Senior elders, to make such a grand display, not hesitating to use your saint dharma bodies to project yourselves into the Demon Abyss... I assume you've come to demand accountability. What is it? Because the younger generation couldn't compete, the older generation has come to settle the score?"
Jin Qing's voice was gentle, without much hostility, but her words were exceptionally piercing to their ears.
What did it mean to be a sore loser?
What did it mean for the old to come out because the young were beaten?
They wanted to refute her.
But thinking carefully, what she said was not wrong. The young had indeed been beaten, and the old had indeed come.
However, not every powerful expert was reasonable.
In fact, the stronger a person was, the less reasonable they tended to be.
Their so-called reasoning was nothing more than a mutual restraint between equals to avoid saint-level battles that would lead to widespread devastation.
But some people didn't care.
They had always been used to being overbearing.
A North Sea demon immortal said, "Suppose everything you said is correct. What can you possibly do about it?"
The atmosphere became fraught with tension. Fear blanketed the fortress and panic spread freely as a great battle quietly brewed.
Chi Ji mustered every ounce of courage she had in her life. Standing at a corner of the city wall, she shouted in the face of the world's saints, "Don't you dare!"
Don't you dare?
These three words felt exceptionally abrupt in this setting. Countless gazes turned toward the source. When they saw the speaker was merely a sixth-stage demon general, they were all stunned, their expressions becoming intrigued.
A mere demon general dared to speak up in front of saints?
The demons thought Chi Ji was incredibly brave, truly worthy of being someone who followed the Young Lord.
The saints thought Chi Ji was incredibly foolish to dare speak to them like that.
Some small-minded individuals felt a killing intent rise. Some broad-minded ones found it amusing.
Someone even teased, "This little child is actually quite interesting."
Chi Ji felt the prying gazes of the saints coming from all directions. Her expression was tense, and her fists were clenched tight.
Even though her father was secretly using his demon god power to protect her mind, she was still inevitably terrified.
These were saints and demon immortals.
Hidden experts, some living in legends and others even in ancient myths. Every single one of them was a titan of Fanzhou.
Yet, her voice trembled as she continued with absolute determination in her eyes, "The... the Young Lord said that if you dare to act recklessly, not a single one of your bloodline disciples will live."
The saints fell silent.
To some extent, they were stunned into silence by Chi Ji's single sentence.
They had come specifically to retrieve their descendants. The dead could not be changed, but there had to be an accounting for the living.
They were powerful and certainly had the ability to destroy the Demon Abyss.
But the prerequisite was that it had to be necessary and worth the effort.
As it stood now, their most favored and beloved juniors were in someone else's hands, so they truly didn't dare to act recklessly.
Having lived to this age and reached this height, they had long since seen through the mortal world. There were few things they liked, and it was rare for them to have people they actually cared about.
Naturally, they cherished them even more.
People often spoke of being closer to grandchildren than children, and after so many generations, that bond was even stronger.
Furthermore, they were old and cared even more about their legacy.
"Little child, are you threatening us?"
Chi Ji didn't speak, her eyes full of defiance.
Someone spoke up to de-escalate the situation. "We don't wish to blow this out of proportion. Little things, hand over Bai Mang, and we will consider the matter settled and withdraw. How about it?"
Chi Ming swept his sleeve and immediately declared, "Absolutely impossible!"
Many of them had some impression of Chi Ming, though he was just a minor soldier in the past and had now become a general.
They acknowledged his past but certainly did not hold him in high regard.
"The young friend of the Chi family has certainly grown more defiant."
Chi Ming glared back, much like Chi Ji had.
Someone took a step back. "The person doesn't have to be handed over, and we can choose not to pursue the matter. Everything that happened in the Emperor's Tomb can be wiped clean. But the people Bai Mang kidnapped must be released."
He then added with deliberate emphasis, "Do not push your luck."
Although some of the saints were displeased, they didn't object to this proposal.
It was barely acceptable.
This was also the purpose of their trip.
Jin Qing knew the other side had indeed made a concession, and this was a result the Demon Abyss could bear.
She said, "Senior elders, our Young Lord has not yet emerged. Why not wait for him to come out before we speak? We cannot simply listen to one side of the story, can we?"
The saints turned their gazes toward the stone gates.
The gates had not yet closed, and he had not yet come out.
It was unexpected, yet it made sense.
Some gave their tacit consent.
Others agreed, "Very well."
One individual left a harsh threat, "If anything happens to my son, I will exterminate your entire race."
Ultimately, since they were already here, they might as well see this unscrupulous Bai Mang from the younger generation.
And they might as well see what the Emperor's legacy was.
Bai Mang had snatched the Emperor's legacy in the Emperor's Tomb.
Naturally, they could also snatch it from his hands.
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