Ji Lingxuan stared intently at Ye Chuan, the gravity in her eyes deepening.
Release a million ancient demon lords? This idea was simply insane to the point of absurdity!
Those demon lords were all heinous entities of extreme evil. Back then, the Primordial Sacred Land had paid the price of three Ancestors falling in battle just to seal them all away. If they were all released, the entire Profound Sky Continent would be reduced to a living hell.
Even though countless ages had passed and the demons inside had lost most of their power due to the erosion of time, releasing such a terrifying number of them was no laughing matter.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be seeking to repair this cauldron to suppress them for another eternity.
"Master, you must be joking," Ji Lingxuan said, her tone sinking with unquestionable resolve. "A million demons represent a great evil of heaven and earth. Once they emerge, living beings will suffer untold misery. The Sacred Land will absolutely never agree to this."
The ten Mahayana Realm mighty figures hovering in mid-air also heard these words. Their breath hitched, and the way they looked at Ye Chuan became tinged with strangeness.
This master, who looked like a mere child, had such a twisted mind?
If he truly intended to make use of these demons, they would stop him at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.
Ye Chuan curled his lips, secretly thinking it was a pity. With so many powerful souls, if he could stuff them all into the Human Emperor Banner, wouldn't the banner's power multiply several times over?
But there was no rush. The cauldron was right here, and he had his ways to milk the situation for all it was worth.
"A million demon lords, huh..."
He turned his head to look at the mountain-like God-Sealing Cauldron. The black mist on the cauldron's body was still faintly surging. With every surge, subtle demonic howls emanated from within, exuding a heart-palpitating ferocity.
Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze and spoke leisurely, "Repairing it is fine, and I've already accepted the deposit. However, I have two conditions."
Ji Lingxuan said, "Please speak."
"First," Ye Chuan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Ji Lingxuan and the ten mighty figures in the air. "During the repair process, no one is allowed to disturb me. That includes people from your Sacred Land. The cauldron can stay here, but have your guards withdraw to a distance. Don't stand here being an eyesore."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the ten Mahayana Realm experts changed slightly, and they all looked toward Ji Lingxuan. They were here to stand guard and provide protection; if they withdrew far away and something happened to the God-Sealing Cauldron, what then?
Ji Lingxuan pondered for a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "Agreed. I will order them to retreat. Without my command, they will not approach."
For her, as long as the God-Sealing Cauldron could be repaired, this concession was nothing. Moreover, in her eyes, Ye Chuan's cultivation base far exceeded the Mahayana Realm. If he really wanted to make a move, ten Mahayana experts wouldn't necessarily be able to stop him anyway.
"Second," Ye Chuan paused, grinning broadly. "I can repair the cauldron, but the Demonic Qi inside... I want half of it."
"What?!" Ji Lingxuan jerked her head up, her phoenix eyes constricting sharply. "Demonic Qi is a vile substance; what use does Master have for it? Moreover..."
"Don't give me 'moreover'," Ye Chuan interrupted her. "Either give me half the Demonic Qi, or you can haul this cauldron back. I won't lose out anyway; the one hundred million High-Grade Spirit Stones are already in my hand."
"No refunds on the deposit."
Ji Lingxuan's expression fluctuated uncertainly. She hadn't expected Ye Chuan to propose such a condition.
And never before had anyone dared to speak such threatening words in front of the Holy Son of the Primordial Sacred Land.
Yet, for some reason, Ji Lingxuan could see a sheer, penetrating confidence in his eyes.
It was obvious that the other party didn't take the Sacred Land seriously at all.
It was as if he was certain the Sacred Land could do nothing to him.
As the top faction in the Profound Sky Continent, where exactly did this person get his audacity from?
Demonic Qi was useless to the Sacred Land and keeping it was a hidden danger, but giving away half of it at once... she was worried it would affect the stability of the cauldron.
"Master wants the Demonic Qi for cultivation?" Ji Lingxuan asked tentatively, her tone carrying a trace of wariness. If he practiced demonic arts, then this person could not be left alive.
Ye Chuan shot her a sideways glance, too lazy to explain. "It's none of your business what I use it for. Just say if you'll give it or not. If yes, I repair. If no, you leave."
Ji Lingxuan fell silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the teetering God-Sealing Cauldron. The cracks on the cauldron's body had widened a sliver more, and the black mist was surging increasingly violently.
She knew she couldn't drag this out any longer.
"Fine! This Holy Son agrees to your terms!" Ji Lingxuan said coldly. "You can have half the Demonic Qi, but you must guarantee that during the extraction process, not a single demon lord is allowed to escape!"
"Relax." Ye Chuan clapped his hands and stood up, his small figure exuding an unquestionable confidence. "In front of me, let alone a million demons, even ten million wouldn't be able to run away."
Saying this, he flashed and appeared beside the God-Sealing Cauldron, standing in the void.
Spatial Arts?
And there wasn't even a ripple of fluctuation...
A hint of astonishment flashed through Ji Lingxuan's phoenix eyes. She had never seen such exquisite Spatial Arts before. She truly couldn't see through this master at all.
The ten Mahayana Realm experts were even more dumbfounded. They could clearly feel that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on Ye Chuan's body, yet the Demonic Qi of the God-Sealing Cauldron recoiled as if it had met a natural predator. Such means were simply unheard of!
Ye Chuan floated next to the God-Sealing Cauldron, looking up at the colossal vessel that towered thousands of feet high. He extended a small hand and gently pressed it against the cracks on the cauldron's body.
"Hum—"
The cauldron's body trembled violently. Countless wisps of Demonic Qi intertwined and wound together, finally condensing into a gigantic, ghostly face that blotted out the sky. It had protruding fangs, eyes burning with nether fire, and it opened its mouth to let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth:
"Ah! Help me break this cauldron!"
Within the ghostly face, the auras of a million demons wove together, converging into a monstrous demonic might. The bronze walls of the God-Sealing Cauldron buzzed and vibrated, and the already existing cracks began to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The seal looked as if it would shatter at any moment!
"Not good! The demons are breaking out of the cauldron!" The faces of the ten Mahayana experts changed drastically, their eyes filled with panic.
They knew deeply what the release of a million demons meant. Daring not to hesitate for even a split second, they simultaneously performed profound hand seals and shouted in unison in low voices:
"Demon Sealing Seal: Unshakable Roots!"
As their voices fell, ten golden seals of light, hundreds of feet high, condensed from the void. The seals were carved with ancient demon-sealing runes and flowed with holy Dao rhymes and rosy light.
The ten seals of light intertwined, instantly converging into a brilliant beam that pierced through heaven and earth. The intensity of the light actually outshone the midday sun. Carrying a might capable of suppressing the ages, it shot brazenly toward the God-Sealing Cauldron!
However, facing this demon-sealing beam that was powerful enough to severely injure a Mahayana Realm demon, Ye Chuan merely gave it a faint glance and swiped his finger casually.
A streak of seemingly weak chaotic force tore through the air, colliding with the golden beam like a knife cutting through tofu—
"Sizzle!"
With a soft sound, the demon-sealing beam that had eclipsed the world instantly disintegrated, turning into sky-filling fragments of golden light that dissipated into nothingness, leaving not even a ripple behind.
"What?!" The ten Mahayana experts looked as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies trembling violently in shock, their faces filled with incredulous horror.
That was the Demon Sealing Seal powered by the ten of them combined! Even a cultivator in the late stage of the Mahayana Realm would have to temporarily avoid its edge, yet it was scattered by a casual strike of power from this child?
"What are you doing?!"
"Why are you stopping us from sealing the demons!"
"If the demons break the cauldron, life will be plunged into misery! Can you bear the consequences?!"
Shock was quickly replaced by monstrous rage. The ten Almighty Beings roared their demands, their voices booming like thunder and shaking the very air around them.
Ye Chuan, however, didn't even bat an eyelid. He cast a nonchalant glance at them before his gaze finally settled on Ji Lingxuan, who stood nearby. His tone was flat and calm, yet it carried an undeniable pressure that brooked no argument:
"Didn't I make myself clear? No one is allowed to disturb me while I am performing repairs."
Ji Lingxuan stared at the dissipating Demon-Sealing Beam. To effortlessly shatter a seal formed by the combined power of ten Mahayana cultivators with such an understatement... He was no ordinary cultivator. If it came to a fight, the ten Mahayana experts present probably wouldn't last ten breaths against him.
Suppressing the shock in her heart, she addressed the ten Almighty Beings in a deep voice, "You may withdraw."
Though her voice was soft, it carried the majestic authority of the Sacred Land's Holy Scion, forbidding any defiance.
The faces of the ten Almighty Beings alternated between green and pale. They looked at Ye Chuan's diminutive figure, then at the tottering God-Sealing Cauldron. In the end, they could only grit their teeth, unwillingly restrain their auras, and transform into streaks of light to retreat a hundred miles away. Yet, they continued to stare fixedly in this direction, their eyes filled with reluctance.
Once he saw the Mahayana cultivators leave, Ye Chuan turned his attention to the God-Sealing Cauldron and spoke.
"You were born a Demon Orb. This is your destiny."
Hearing this, the ghostly face upon the cauldron roared furiously.
"Screw your destiny! My fate is my own, not the Heavens'!"
"Hmm, you have a point. Come out and fight me one-on-one." Ye Chuan smiled as he spoke, and the Power of Chaos enveloped the God-Sealing Cauldron, completely devouring the sealing power within it.
The next moment, cracks began to multiply across the surface of the God-Sealing Cauldron... Under the shocked gazes of the crowd—
The cauldron exploded.
Dead silence filled the air.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
