inspire-indiana Chapter 325 The Demon Clan's Actions
Chapter 325 The Demon Clan's Actions
In battle between two armies, cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage will not intervene unless the situation is life or death. This is the only consensus reached between Yuanming and the Demon Race in the past ten thousand years.
The only difference is the purpose.
The human and demon races did this to protect the safety of cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage.
The demons, on the other hand, were trying to protect themselves.
The low-level magical beasts and demonic cultivators below the Golden Core stage who roamed day and night on that desolate, scorched earth were not even considered food by the high-level demonic cultivators.
Without any worries or constraints, one begins to cherish life.
For ten thousand years, the various demon tribes in the desolate lower realm of Yuanming have been in a state of mutual annexation. On one hand, they want to invade the Yuanming Realm, and on the other hand, they have to guard against their own tribes being devoured by other tribes. Therefore, the Nascent Soul stage demons who go to the front line are all afraid of death.
The last Demon Lord Xuan Shuo who risked his life to interfere in the affairs of the Son of the Demon God was reduced to ashes in the Thunder Kui Formation, his tribe was annexed, and all his subordinates died at the hands of the guard of Luoxia Mountain.
Deep within the desolate region, where demons gathered, two dark figures were gazing at the enormous rift in the sky. The demonic energy emanating from the rift was more than twice as concentrated as what Daoist Yuehua had witnessed a month ago.
"Can we really believe what Lin Qi says? Rashly arousing the demonic energy in the crack might anger the sleeping demon god." One of the men in black spoke, his voice childish.
The man in black beside him glanced at him. He was an old man with an ethereal appearance. If Xue Lan were here, he would definitely recognize him.
The person who looked down on him was none other than Tingnu, one of the four demon priests he had met before.
Tingnu injured his clone in the last battle, and his current body is actually just a phantom shadow.
The old man's voice was hoarse, filled with boundless, chilling killing intent: "What? Has the Peacock Lord regretted it?"
The little boy's voice carried a hint of madness: "Of course not... I'm just afraid of going too far and ending up like Siling."
Upon hearing this, Tingnu smiled and said, "Siling is foolish and impatient; how can you compare to her?"
"It's your sister..."
The little boy smiled gently: "A sister who comes from the same nest will always feel more tender towards you."
"Regarding the matter of Jidu, this old man and the Fourth Prince will certainly not disappoint you, sir."
After the little boy finished speaking, his figure gradually became ethereal, and in a moment he disappeared into the air, leaving only a green feather.
Tingnu took the feather into her hand, and the demonic energy at her fingertips devoured it in an instant.
The old man looked at the enormous Apocalypse Pillar before him and the hideous cracks in the sky, and sneered: "Foolish people of the Yuanming Realm!"
After speaking, the old man transformed into a streak of dark demonic light and flew towards the center of the demonic mountain below.
Among the six demonic mountains that resemble stars surrounding the moon, besides the towering Apocalypse Pillar, there is also a small circular altar.
At this moment, a miniature version of the Apocalypse Pillar stood in the middle of the altar, with a person tied to it.
No, that wasn't human; it was a half-human, half-demon monster. Its entire face, from its right hand to its left, was covered in armor, like a black shell.
On the barely intact half of his face, a beautiful eye was filled with hideous bloodshot veins.
Standing in front of the pillar, the man dressed in purple looked at the "monster" before him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
"Priest, what do you think he's thinking?"
The man stretched out a hand and waved it over the person's intact eye: "You actually survived until now."
The servant bowed slowly to the young man before him: "Seventh Prince, after the Ninth Prince's incident, you should be careful."
The young man in purple turned around and looked at Tingnu, his blood-red eyes full of laughter.
He slowly raised his right hand and injected the demonic poison into the body of the person behind him once more.
"Ah! Ho ah!"
The "monster" bound to the pillar began to scream, struggling against the pillar with its back against it. Its shrill and hoarse screams echoed across the altar.
It sounded like the mournful cry of a raven.
"Aren't we all going to die sooner or later?" The smile on the young man's face was like an impenetrable fog.
He appeared incredibly sincere, but his eyes always held a chilling killing intent.
A murderous intent devoid of humanity, pure and primal like that of a wild beast.
He sighed softly:
"Why did that idiot Ji Yan die so young?"
The servant slowly spoke: "I didn't tell Your Highness before that the Silver Moon Wolf from the Upper Realm was involved in this matter."
Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed across the man's face: "Is it that Lord Chang?"
Tingnu slowly spoke: "No, it's just a junior she likes."
A hint of disappointment flashed across the young man's face, but he still smiled and said, "It's not easy for a junior to win her favor..."
"Alright, I'm going back to the Upper Realm. High Priest, take care."
The purple-clad youth transformed into a wisp of smoke atop the altar and flew towards the crack above. Listening Slave heard the youth's voice:
"Don't let him die! I want to know why he's still alive!"
Unbeknownst to anyone, when the purple-clad youth's voice rang out, a glimmer of clarity appeared in the previously unfocused eyes of the "monster" bound to the pillar.
In the Yuan and Ming dynasties, in the Central Region, there was the Lingqiao Pavilion.
Amidst the vast sea of clouds, a snow-white pavilion stands quietly, its dougong brackets and flying eaves shimmering with light. Above it, the flowing clouds resemble ribbons of snow-white silk.
Jing Ruyu finished her seclusion in her room. The female cultivator had a cool and aloof look, dressed in a solemn white robe, with a snow-white forehead ornament between her brows and delicate white feathers at the corners of her eyes that looked like beautiful little fans.
The woman slowly pushed open the tightly closed door, and a slender head fell in at her feet.
Yes, it was a slender crane's head. It made a crisp sound on the ground.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" the crane cried out as it jumped up, raised its wings to cover its small head, and leaped out from a pile of clothes on the ground.
Jing Ruyu pointed to the clothes on the ground: "You're already two hundred years old!"
The next moment, she saw the crane squeal and flap its wings as it entered her room.
A moment later, a girl with a high ponytail, dressed in bright clothes, leaned on Jing Ruyu's shoulder.
"Big sister, big sister, I love you the most, big sister!" The girl said, nuzzling Jing Ruyu's face with a satisfied smile.
Jing Ruyu suppressed a smile and raised her hand to push the girl's head: "Jing Ruhuan, you are already two hundred years old."
The girl named Jing Ruhuan placed her face in Jing Ruyu's palm: "I know, I know."
She knew, but she didn't change; she still hung it on her older sister.
Jing Ruyu was extremely helpless, but in the end she acquiesced to the girl's clinginess. The female cultivator's voice was cold: "Where is Senior Brother?"
“Brother Ji said he wanted to give Sister a gift when she left the pass, so he went traveling a year ago!” Jing Ruhuan said with a smile.
The young girl held Jing Ruyu's hand: "Sister, you and Brother Ji have been engaged for many years, when..."
The girl drew out the last syllable of her words, and a blush appeared on her face as she looked at her older sister.
The woman's voice softened: "Of course, it depends on what Grandpa thinks."
"The Pavilion Master will definitely agree." A young man's smiling voice came from beside her. Jing Ruyu turned her head in surprise and saw a young man in purple.
The young man, holding an exquisitely crafted box, slowly walked down the white jade corridor not far away.
Ji An walked up to Jing Ruyu, a smile playing on his lips. The young man slowly handed the box to Jing Ruyu.
"Junior sister, it's been a long time!"