A Cloud Boat sailed out of the tomb gate, and as soon as its bow appeared, the entire Black Sand Sea grew restless.
Innumerous overwhelming auras surged forth.
They rose straight into the sky, causing the heavy sea of clouds shrouding the area to churn instantly.
Space vibrated.
Air collided.
Spiritual energy intermingled.
It sounded as if ghosts were wailing and wolves were howling in the ears, yet it also felt like the echoes of world-cleansing Buddhist chants.
Chaos.
It was total chaos.
On the distant Blazing Fortress, mountain winds battered the giant walls in gusts, and battle flags fluttered and snapped loudly.
The volcano burned even more fiercely.
The pillars of smoke were bent by the force.
The demon guards were struck with panic and fear, their hands gripping their weapons trembling uncontrollably, their faces pale.
Two demon dragons roared silently, their eyes flashing with fierce light.
They bared their fangs.
Demon falcons, demon horses, demon tigers, and demon wolves... they thrashed their tails, beat their wings, kicked their hooves, and exhaled heavily.
The twelve demon gods ignored the pressure of the saints and continued to approach the tomb gate, their killing intent manifest.
For once, they were in complete agreement, willing to do whatever it took to protect Bai Mang.
If Bai Mang lived,
A thousand years later, the Demon Abyss would surely wash away ten thousand years of shame and stand at the top of the Central Plains.
If Bai Mang died,
The Demon Abyss would be shrouded in eternal darkness.
It wasn't just for themselves, but for their descendants that they had to fight for this life.
As long as they could protect Bai Mang and bring him back to the Demon Abyss.
At worst, they would migrate the entire race to the north bank of the Nether Pool and endure for a thousand years.
They knew.
Bai Mang could enter the Nether Pool and cross the nether water, so as long as they could buy enough time to escort him back to the Demon Abyss.
Once he was near the Nether Creek, no one would be able to do anything to him.
This was the decision they had made from the very beginning.
If they didn't act, they would remain still, but if they did, they would fight to the death.
On a small boat, Lei Yunche stood at the bow, holding Startling Thunder in his arms at some unknown point.
His face was grim, his eyes as dark as ash, and as his gaze swept across, thunder rumbled.
He didn't speak, but the lightning authority emanating from him told the world everything.
'Don't anyone move. If you move, I'll strike you.'
It felt as if in the next second,
Startling Thunder would emerge half an inch, reenacting the scene from over ten years ago outside the Cangwu Imperial City.
One-Inch Startling Thunder, suppressing a saint.
The saints' dharma bodies,
The demon immortals' spirit bodies,
The spirit powerhouses,
Every single one of them released their pressure, sweeping toward the tomb gate.
However, this pressure wasn't meant for killing.
It was for protection.
Their juniors were all on that ship, their lives held in Bai Mang's hands.
Even though they hated Bai Mang to the core, at least until their own juniors were safe, they wouldn't allow anything to happen to him.
The reactions of the saints forced those figures lurking in the shadows to calm down and restrain themselves.
Yet, the killing intent in their eyes was hard to hide.
They stared fixedly at that tomb gate.
Those gathered here weren't just here to watch the excitement or pay the ransom.
Many were here for revenge.
A sea of a hundred thousand corpses; the number of people Bai Mang had killed in the Emperor's Tomb was far greater than those he had kidnapped.
Among them,
There were no lack of blood descendants of great ascension, tribulation transcendence, or even saints.
Many feared him, but even more wanted to kill him.
How could any of this escape the eyes of the saints?
The twelve demon gods remained on high alert, ready to risk their lives at any moment.
On that small boat, Jiang Wanyin, Lin Fengmian, Yao Xiqiao, and Ye Xianyu also covered the surrounding hundreds of miles with their divine sense.
If there was even the slightest movement, they would strike without hesitation.
They weren't afraid of their identities being exposed.
Junior Brother Xu Xian.
There was no room for error.
In the desert where wind and sand raged and spiritual energy roared, several figures were whispering in secret.
"Sect Master, that bastard is coming out."
"Mhm."
"Do we strike?"
"Wait, not yet..."
Scenes like this played out repeatedly.
The person they were waiting for had emerged,
Yet no one intended to make the first move, even though they currently wished they could swallow Bai Mang alive.
But forced by the current situation, they had no choice.
They were here for revenge, not to throw their lives away.
They had to wait for the saints and demon immortals to take their juniors away.
They had to wait until Bai Mang no longer had any leverage.
They had to wait for an opportunity, and then they would attack all at once.
This battle would definitely happen, and the debt would surely be settled, but not right now.
The Cloud Boat,
Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, emerged completely.
When the physical body descended into Fanzhou, the laws changed drastically.
The youths whose cultivation had been sealed felt extremely uncomfortable, their faces showing expressions of pain.
Xu Xian gripped the chains of the four people from the Wendao Sword Sect.
Ignoring the changes in his body and the fluctuations of the laws,
He watched his surroundings warily, ready to sacrifice the Void Mirror to flee at any moment.
The little book spirit was one step ahead of him, flying out of the tomb gate and hovering high in the sky to observe the surroundings.
Although it was mentally prepared, seeing it with its own eyes while being here, the little book spirit still couldn't help but say with a trembling voice,
"Oh boy, why are there so many..."
Those who should have come and those who shouldn't have were all here.
Xu Xian was also stunned when he first saw the scene.
The originally dark Black Sand Sea was now glowing with radiant light, and above the churning sea of clouds, figures hung high like stars in the night, illuminating the area.
Written clearly across their foreheads were labels like,
Demon god,
Beast god,
Demon god,
Tribulation transcendence,
Ninth stage, ninth stage, all of them were at the ninth stage...
There might not be a thousand, but there were certainly no less than a hundred, not to mention those in the great ascension stage.
Feeling those murderous gazes falling upon him alone,
Xu Xian went from being nervous to numb in just a few breaths.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suppressing the tremor in his heart.
He scanned the area.
Scanning his surroundings, he didn't waste time on thoughts.
He controlled the Cloud Boat to cross the sky, heading straight for the Blazing Fortress.
The twelve demon gods didn't say a word, acting as his rearguard.
And throughout this entire process,
Surprisingly, not a single person stepped out to stop them, making it terrifyingly smooth.
Xu Xian didn't even need to say any harsh words.
The way they looked at him was as if they already knew what he had done.
Was it an illusion?
Or...
He whispered to the little book spirit, "They seem to recognize me?"
The little book spirit said with certainty, "It's so strange. They didn't even move, and those saints even used their saintly pressure to clear the path for you."
What in the world.
Could it be that his senior brothers knew who he was and had revealed it to the world?
So they didn't dare to touch him.
Xu Xian was in a daze, his thoughts in a chaotic swirl.
It wasn't until the Cloud Boat approached the Blazing Fortress that Xu Xian finally gathered enough courage to look back.
His gaze swept across the sky, the ground, and the people...
Finally, it landed on the tomb gate, and his eyes eventually converged on a collapsed corner of the tomb gate.
Even from a distance, Xu Xian could see the Emperor's Tomb reflected from that corner.
Xu Xian's pupils dilated instantly as he understood everything in a flash.
"This is bad!"
The little book spirit was confused, "What's bad?"
Xu Xian responded in a low voice.
"The tomb gate."
The little book spirit also looked back, its tiny brows furrowing.
Earlier, its attention had been focused on those powerhouses, so it had truly overlooked the tomb gate.
Just like Xu Xian, it now understood.
It also knew how it had been caused.
That sword strike,
It had been too powerful.
"Uh... it's definitely broken. They all saw it."
Xu Xian's thoughts spun rapidly, recalling his actions and behavior after that sword strike.
After confirming that he hadn't exposed his identity as Xu Xian during the entire process,
He said calmly, "It might not be a bad thing."
The little book spirit tilted its head.
Xu Xian said, "It proves my plan is feasible. The fact that they aren't attacking means they've compromised, which will save a lot of trouble..."
The little book spirit agreed, "True."
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