"Will you come at me one by one, or all at once?"
The lazy voice spoke the most overbearing words.
None of the tribulation transcendence experts or great ascension masters dared to respond.
At this moment, they didn't even have the courage to look the giant tortoise in the eye.
Ignoring their lost face, their hatred and greed were thrown to the winds.
Someone gritted their teeth and said unwillingly:
"Retreat!"
Another lowered their eyes and said in panic:
"Go!"
Hundreds, even thousands of figures fled in haste, crossing the sand sea...
They scrambled to escape, fearing that being a second slower would turn them into food for that gargantuan creature.
Even the saints who had been watching from the sidelines left one after another.
The Wendao Sword Sect did not allow saints to act, yet Bai Mang had somehow summoned a giant tortoise.
The victory was decided.
As for the matter of the Emperor's Tomb, whether they were willing or not, it was over.
The curtain had fallen.
A junior asked weakly, "Ancestor, should we stay?"
The elder let out a long sigh. "Let's go back."
There were also juniors who couldn't help but look back at the gargantuan entity on their way out, asking, "Is the Wendao Sword Sect not going to do anything?"
"Heh... Haven't they already intervened?"
"Your grandson is foolish."
"Being a bit foolish is actually quite good..."
Several demon immortal spirit bodies also gathered, discussing the giant creature together.
A man who looked like a banished immortal asked for no apparent reason, "Both are old tortoises, how does it compare to you?"
An old man covered in a baleful aura responded cautiously, "It is older than me."
"Then you are not as good as it?"
The baleful old man let out a cold laugh and flicked his sleeve, his voice echoing from a distance. "A mere pool of illusions, not worth mentioning. It only fooled those pieces of trash."
The demon immortal spirit bodies were noncommittal as they led their juniors away in disappointment.
The saints of the Three Sects followed, their sighs heard from deep within the yellow sands.
"After today, the name of the demon race will appear in the marketplaces once again..."
Tu Kongkong looked up and asked Tu Sisi, "Do you know that old tortoise?"
Tu Sisi shook her head.
Tu Kongkong asked again, "Is it real?"
Tu Sisi answered indirectly, "You should ask him, not me."
Tu Kongkong hesitated but was used to it.
She lowered her head, yet her gaze still couldn't help but steal a glance at the chains filling the sky and the creature from the abyss...
Tu Sisi turned around and asked, "Are you coming home?"
Tu Kongkong turned back and nodded heavily.
"I am."
"Then why aren't you following?"
Tu Kongkong said seriously, "My home is at the Wendao Sword Sect."
Tu Sisi's eyebrows twitched.
When you were kidnapped and needed money, you called me your mother.
Now that you're saved, you say the Wendao Sword Sect is your home?
Women...
They truly are fickle.
She gave a light, indifferent smile. "Heh... As you wish."
On a leaf-like boat, the four members of the Wendao Sword Sect also gradually snapped out of it.
Lei Yunche grumbled, "That gave me a fright. I thought that wasn't Little Eleven anymore. So it was just an illusion..."
Lin Fengmian commented fairly, "It was half-real and half-fake, neither fully true nor fully false. One cannot say for certain."
Jiang Wanyin said with a beaming smile, "Little Eleven really hid himself well, didn't he?"
Yao Xiqiao stood with one hand on his hip and said coolly, "Indeed. He truly gave us a big surprise."
Jiang Wanyin's eyes flickered as the small boat turned around. "Everyone has left, so we should leave too."
The three remained silent, casting one last look back.
Tu Kongkong shouted beneath the sky, "Senior brothers, senior sister, I'm over here!"
Atop the fortress wall, Jin Qing's gaze shifted between the giant beast, the youth, and the leaf-like boat.
Her expression grew increasingly solemn, her thoughts extremely complex.
Inside the anchored Cloud Boat within the fortress, the Old Tortoise moved away from the mirror, and the phantoms across the heavens vanished into thin air.
The inverted abyss faded into the clouds.
He remarked smugly, "Tsk... Not a single one of them can fight. With just a slight effort from Grandpa Tortoise, I am already at the peak of the mortal world..."
The experts were routed, and the saints had all retreated.
The phantom of the giant tortoise vanished, leaving only the distant tomb gates standing between heaven and earth, and the youth hovering before the city.
The demon guards were still immersed in the scenes they had just witnessed, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
From the joy of hearing about the demon son's victory when the gates of the Emperor's Tomb reopened days ago...
To the terror of the world's saints reflecting upon the Demon Abyss...
To the panic of the world's experts surrounding the Demon Abyss...
The demon son returned.
The saints paid the ransoms.
The experts faced off.
The atmosphere was tense.
The demon son acted.
He awakened the giant beast.
The experts were defeated.
The saints compromised.
After several reversals, their emotions rose and fell, tossing and turning.
It was like a roller coaster, soaring through the clouds one moment and crashing into the abyss the next.
If they hadn't experienced it themselves, they wouldn't have dared to imagine it.
Even having witnessed the whole process, it was difficult to describe in words.
Compared to the constant ups and downs of the reversals, any words seemed pale and powerless.
Even now...
The crisis was averted and everything had ended, yet they were still at a loss, feeling as if they were in a daze.
Chi Ji was like this.
Huang Xiao was like this.
Every one of the hundred thousand demon guards was like this.
Even the twelve demon gods...
They didn't know what to say.
The world remained silent. In a place where no one noticed, Xu Xian let out a long breath of turbid air.
His expression relaxed, and his heart finally settled completely.
He felt lucky in secret, "Fortunately, it was a close call without any real danger..."
Using the giant tortoise's phantom to scare away the powerful enemies was one of Xu Xian's methods, but it was also a pleasant surprise.
He hadn't expected the Old Tortoise to be so easy to talk to and actually agree.
He also hadn't expected those guys to be so easy to fool and actually compromise.
Yet it wasn't surprising.
The Bixu Mirror combined with the Old Tortoise's divine ability of delusion had even fooled him when he possessed the Pupil of Insight.
It was normal that those people couldn't see through it.
However...
The saints and demon immortals must have noticed something.
Fortunately, his senior brothers and sisters helped in secret, and the saints didn't dare to act rashly, allowing everything to go so smoothly.
It was for the best.
It saved a lot of trouble.
It also saved him from having to throw that stone stele out.
To be honest, Xu Xian wasn't sure if that stele could directly crush an old beast in the demon god stage to death.
If it couldn't, and his attempt to look cool failed...
He probably wouldn't have been able to avoid a fierce battle.
Now, he had defeated the enemy without fighting and preserved the Demon Abyss.
Xu Xian was very satisfied with this result.
It was a perfect ending.
He turned around, facing the demons, and smiled, "Everyone, why are you standing there? Follow me as we return to the capital in triumph."
The demon guards finally snapped out of it.
Yes...
They won.
The Demon Abyss won.
Even though they didn't actually fight, they had won.
Not only did they win...
The Demon Abyss had also obtained the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb.
The youth walked away under everyone's gaze, and the demon gods followed helplessly.
They all felt as if they were in a dream.
One of the demon guards shouted.
"We won!"
"We won!"
Then the entire fortress erupted. The gazes of the hundred thousand demon guards were fervent, and their voices were bold.
They cheered.
"Ten thousand years for the Demon Abyss!"
They shouted.
"Ten thousand years for the demon son!"
...
Xu Xian heard it and scoffed, "These guys, their curse is quite foul..."
The following Jin Qing and Jin Yu were puzzled.
"What do you mean, demon son?"
Xu Xian smiled and said, "Can I only live for ten thousand years?"
The two were stunned for a moment, then they understood.
Jin Qing: "It is quite foul."
Jin Yu: "I'll go tell them that this slogan can't be used anymore..."
How could the Demon Abyss last only ten thousand years?
How could Bai Mang live only ten thousand years?
After that day, the historiographer of the demon race picked up his pen and wrote thousands of lines with a flourishing hand.
After that day, the news spread back to the Demon Abyss, and demons across the world sang of it.
Much later...
The children of the Demon Abyss would often listen to the elders in the villages tell stories of the past.
On that day...
The king descended from heaven, acting with wild arrogance!
The saints of the world avoided his sharp edge!
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