Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 463: Chapter 288: Demon Corpse_1

Ten years later, Demon Realm, Sacred City!

The secluded Demon Realm, the towering Sacred City.

The War God’s Atlas could not only lock the Heavenly Earth Prime Spirit and produce various rare and precious Spiritual Objects, but it also had the power to change the phenomena of the heavens and the earth’s terrain, creating unique geographical environments.

Therefore, each of the Forty-eight Domains under heaven has its own characteristics, like the Iron Domain with its mountains abundant in Mysterious Iron essence, and the Qing Region rich in wood and countless types of Spiritual Roots.

The Demon Realm was no exception, characterized by its “Demonic Qi.” Martial Artists who cultivated the Heavenly Demon Great Skill in this domain were like fish in water, whether in terms of cultivation efficiency or physical combat power, they all received a significant boost. In contrast, those who did not align with this would suffer various effects and weakenings—a tremendous advantage of the geographical terrain.

With this geographical advantage, combined with the deep potentiality of the Demon Sect, even though they were at their weakest during the strife between the Righteous and Evil Paths a hundred years ago, this place was never invaded.

But now…

Tense and on edge as if a gust of wind could startle them, and the rustling of grass could be the march of an army—that was the state of this domain.

In just ten years, the situation in the world had changed once again.

The Righteous Path and the Evil Path, the Demon Sect and its Sacred Place, were like frightened birds, retreating to the last two domains, completely shrinking away and staying put.

Until now, forty-six of the Forty-eight Domains under heaven had been pacified, with only the Martial and Demon Domains providing the last bit of support.

Compared to the Martial Domain, which was defended collectively by the three major Sacred Places, the Demon Realm faced noticeably more pressure.

After all…

“Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!”

“Hmph!”

Inside the Heavenly Demon Palace, a cold hum echoed, clearly from a middle-aged man with a rugged face and a towering figure. Underneath his dark black robe emanated a chilling aura, deep and imposing like a mountain, exerting immense pressure on others.

It was the Left Emissary of the Heavenly Demon, Demon Monarch Yan—Yan Qiuqiu!

On the right, another figure could be seen: a child who appeared to be no more than five or six years old, fair-skinned and delicate, yet sitting side by side with Yan Qiuqiu. His eyes contained an old and weary look, belying his youthful appearance.

He was the Right Emissary of the Heavenly Demon, Divine Monarch Luo—Luo Shentong!

The two Emissaries, Yanluo Demon God, were the last pillars of the Demon Sect, the only two supreme Venerables.

Yan Qiuqiu looked down, his expression cold and indifferent to the group of people kneeling below, and asked, “How are the preparations coming along?”

“Reporting to the Left Emissary, to date, we have collected thirteen thousand eight hundred Blood Demon Corpses for the blood sacrifice, which have been filled into the ranks of various armies and are ready for use!”

“The Boiling Blood Pills and Divine Brain Pills have all been distributed, and members from all branches of the Heavenly, Earthly, Wind, and Thunder Gates have been fully recalled and are now under the command of the four Spell Kings!”

“The Blood Transformation Pool, the Demon Corpse Tomb, and the Ten Thousand Bone Well are all operating at full capacity to transform the corpses into troops, which will be ready in three days!”

“The Sharp Metal Banner, the Giant Wood Banner, the Profound Water Banner, the Intense Fire Banner, and the Giant Wood Banner have been deployed into the formation according to Great Master Mo’s orders!”

“The Red Lotus Sect, Vidyaraja Temple, and the Seven Kills Sect have eradicated the remaining rebels of the Three Mountains Meeting, and all their resources have been gathered in the Demon God Abyss. According to Great Master Mo’s plan, even if we engage in an all-out war, we can hold out for three years!”

“…”

The reports indicated complete readiness.

But Yan Qiuqiu’s brows were still tightly knit.

Now that only two Domains remained independent in the world, the target of Wandao School’s advance was either the Martial Domain defended by the Righteous Path or their Demon Realm.

It was clear that compared to the Martial Domain, which was staunchly defended by the combined efforts of the three major Sacred Places, the Demon Realm, more like a soft persimmon, was undoubtedly easier to crush.

Not only would it be easier to crush, but it would also serve to “kill the chicken to scare the monkey,” deterring the forces of the Righteous Path, causing their morale to crumble, and even surrender without a fight.

After all, the current strength of the Righteous Path was not much stronger than their Evil Path. If the Demon Realm could not hold, then the Martial Domain would undoubtedly fall as well.

Given the way the people on the Righteous Path operated, they might indeed surrender directly to the Wandao School after the fall of the Demon Realm.

So, no matter from which perspective, they were the prime target for Wandao School.

Both parties were well aware of this and had begun preparing for war early on. They had not only fully mobilized the deep potentiality of the Demon Sect but had also learned from the fall of Heavenly Domain City by taking iron-handed measures to eliminate any potential threats from within, ensuring there would be no repeat of the revolts seen in the Mispirit Sect and Heavenly Star Sect.

At this point, everything that could be done had been done.

But the unease in their hearts persisted and even intensified.

Yan Qiuqiu’s brows furrowed tightly, and he waved his hand, saying, “Very well, you may all leave.”

“Yes!”

The crowd bowed and withdrew, leaving only the two figures seated above.

Luo Shentong, the childlike Divine Monarch, looked into the distance pensively: “With the fall of Heavenly Domain City, the rebellions of the Mispirit Sect and Heavenly Star Sect were secondary. The main concern is that man, who a hundred years ago could defeat Li Hengjiang, and ten years ago Chen Tianjie also perished at his hands. With such strength, could it be… he has entered the Tribulation Realm?”

Yan Qiuqiu’s expression remained unchanged, his words heavy: “The Heavenly Demon Array is under the control of Great Master Mo, with the support of our Holy Gate and the potentiality of various sects. It should be capable of resisting a Tribulation Realm expert. This person… should not have surpassed this threshold!”

“…”

This barely confident statement left Luo Shentong in silence, and he could only let out a soft sigh: “Let’s hope so!”

“Boom boom boom!”

As his words faded, a thunderous sound rang out that made hearts leap in terror.

“Hmm!?”

Their gazes sharpened, and together they stepped out to the exterior of the demon palace.

Outside the demon palace, within Sacred City, the sky darkened abruptly.

Looking up at the sky, one could see layers of Yang Yun clouds, obscuring the sun, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder, a sight to behold!

“He really came!”

Yan Qiuqiu’s pupils contracted, and he immediately ordered: “Enemy attack, activate the array!”

“Boom!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the earth trembled, boundless Demonic Qi surged wildly, and the blood light rose to the heavens, while the Earth Dragons writhed. With the “Heaven, Person, Earth” momentum, a Great Demon God with three heads and six arms, as tall as ten thousand Zhang, emerged from within the array, shooting up towards the dark skies above.

Demonic Qi as Heaven, blood light as Person, Earth Yuan as Earth!

Such a manifestation of a Demon God’s body, towering mightily at ten thousand Zhang, stood between heaven and earth, powerfully rising from within the array, moving towards the darkened expanse of sky.

It was—the Heavenly Demon Array!