The group passed through the mountain-protecting formation and headed straight back to Purple Bamboo Peak.
Within the peak, purple bamboo stood in quiet groves beneath swirling clouds and mist. It remained as tranquil as ever, seeming like an entirely different world from the turmoil raging beyond.
Yet the moment they set foot on the summit, they sensed that something was amiss.
There, at the edge of the cliff, stood Lao Huang—the Azure Heaven Wild Bull who usually lounged beside the spirit fields, leisurely munching on spirit herbs with his gentle temperament.
His enormous body was as imposing as a mountain, his head held high. Those huge bull’s eyes no longer held their usual docility.
Instead, he was gazing toward the southwest, in the direction of the Southern Domain.
His eyes were filled with a complex emotion that was difficult to describe: reminiscence, solemnity, and even a trace of deeply suppressed fury.
The vast blood vitality surrounding him was as immense as the sea. Though he was not deliberately releasing it, the air around him had already begun to solidify.
“Lao Huang, are you worried about the Southern Domain?” Xiao Ruobai stepped forward.
Xiao Ruobai had been on Purple Bamboo Peak for a long time, and he knew that his master had originally “invited” Lao Huang back from the Southern Domain.
Lao Huang shook his enormous head, his voice rumbling like rolling thunder.
“I’m angry. The Southern Domain was doing just fine, yet this bunch of ancient relics from the Ancient Demon Court suddenly crawled out of hiding.
“Back when I was in the Southern Domain, I had already heard rumors about these fellows. They hid underground for countless ages, never daring to show their faces.
“Now that the Profound Yellow World has revived, they want to come out and reap the rewards. Do they really think the demon clans of the present age are soft persimmons to squeeze?”
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He scraped the ground with his hoof, leaving a deep mark behind.
Then his gaze shifted to Mo Yu, and his tone softened slightly.
“You brat—and the rest of you. You rushed back here in such a hurry because of what’s happening in the Southern Domain too?”
Mo Yu clenched his fists, fury surging in his crimson-gold eyes.
“Exactly! My people and my homeland are both in the Southern Domain. Now that war has broken out, I have no idea whether they’re safe or not!
“We haven’t received any word from them for several days.”
He ground his teeth, his voice filled with tightly suppressed worry.
“The Southern Domain is where the demon clans of the present age have taken root for generations. They say they want to rule us, so they rule us? They say they want to exterminate us, so they exterminate us?”
Lao Huang nodded repeatedly. The fury on his bovine face intensified, and the blood vitality around him surged ever more violently.
“Exactly! I’d love to go to the Southern Domain and have a proper fight with them, so they can learn that the demon clans of the present age aren’t to be trifled with!”
Xiao Ruobai’s gaze shifted slightly as he turned to look around.
“Where is Master?”
As soon as his words fell, the void rippled faintly. The figure of the Great Emperor of Annihilation quietly appeared and bowed.
“His Lordship has gone out on business. His return date is uncertain.”
“Master isn’t here?”
Xiao Ruobai furrowed his brows slightly and fell into thought for a moment.
“In that case, we’ll go to the Southern Domain first and take a look.”
He turned to the Great Emperor of Annihilation.
“Once Master returns, please inform him that we’ve gone to the Southern Domain to investigate the state of the battle.”
The Great Emperor of Annihilation glanced at Little Black, who was resting with its eyes closed on Xiao Ruobai’s shoulder, then nodded.
“Very well. Be sure to stay safe.”
“Excellent!”
Lao Huang suddenly threw back his head and let out a long, resonant bellow, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
“I’ve been wanting to stretch my muscles for ages. This is the perfect chance to teach those arrogant old relics a lesson!”
His enormous body excitedly stamped the ground twice, causing the air around him to tremble.
Mo Yu was even more agitated, his entire body trembling faintly as his crimson-gold scales glimmered.
“Thank you, Master!”
He looked toward the Southern Domain, his eyes filled with resolute battle intent and urgent anticipation.
Xiao Ruobai nodded slightly and took the lead.
“Let’s go.”
After leaving the Azure Profound Sect, the group sped toward the Southern Domain.
“Faster! Go faster!”
Lao Huang’s voice rumbled like thunder as it reverberated through the air while they flew at high speed.
“If we get there too late, we might not even get a good fight!”
The Great Emperor of Annihilation stood atop Purple Bamboo Peak, watching their figures vanish into the horizon. After a moment of silence, his form slowly faded into the void.
The Southern Domain.
The vast mountains and rivers that had once stretched across the land had been reduced to scorched earth. Demon blood stained the ground, dyeing even the rocks a dark crimson.
The sky was rendered bizarre and multicolored by the various forms of demonic power. Roars, explosions, and the clash of weapons blended into a deafening cacophony.
The army of the Ancient Demon Court surged forward like a cold tide, wave after wave crashing against the battered defensive line maintained by the demon clans of the present age.
The ancient battle generals were silent and efficient, working together with seamless coordination. Each one possessed formidable individual strength.
The demon clans of the present age relied on their familiarity with the terrain and their desperate, blood-soaked courage to hold their ground.
Corpses piled up like mountains, while tattered battle standards wailed in the wind.
The Southern Domain Demon Emperor had transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang demonic ape, wielding a colossal sky-supporting staff as he battled several opponents at once.
“Struggling in vain will only lead to your death!”
A great ancient demon covered from head to toe in bone armor sneered viciously as he swung down his enormous ax, cleaving through the void.
“Hmph! If you want the Southern Domain, you’ll have to step over my corpse!”
The Demon Emperor roared. His colossal staff swept sideways, meeting the attack head-on, yet the impact sent him staggering backward and left his aura in disarray.
On another side of the battlefield, the young figure who was suspected to be the Son of the Ancient Emperor still stood quietly in the sky above the battlefield.
He did not attack again. He merely looked down indifferently upon the slaughter below, as though watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.
His very existence dealt a tremendous blow to the morale of the demon clans of the present age.
“Your Majesty! We can’t hold on any longer! The entire Pig Demon Clan on the left flank has been wiped out, and the defensive line has been breached!”
A demon general, drenched in blood, came to report in a hoarse cry.
The Demon Emperor’s eyes nearly split with rage as he watched yet another position collapse beneath the assault of the ancient demon army. Countless demon warriors screamed as they fell.
“You forced me to this!”
There was not the slightest hesitation in his eyes. The phantom of the ten-thousand-zhang demonic ape threw back its head and roared, preparing to offer up the ultimate imperial weapon—the Demon Emperor Bell!
Just then—
“Roar—!”
A terrifying bellow, seemingly originating from the primordial wilderness of ancient times and filled with boundless fury and power, suddenly erupted from the distant horizon like thunder from the Ninth Heaven!
The roar contained unimaginable blood vitality and overwhelming rage. In an instant, it drowned out every other sound on the battlefield.
The eardrums of countless demons engaged in battle rang violently, their blood churning as their movements involuntarily came to a halt.
Even the normally indifferent Son of the Ancient Emperor slightly furrowed his brows and raised his eyes toward the direction from which the roar had come.
At the very edge of the horizon, a dazzling azure radiance appeared. Like a burning sun, it hurtled forward at a speed that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart!
Wherever the azure light passed, the clouds scattered and space warped.
Behind it came several powerful auras, none of them any weaker, each possessing its own distinct character. They followed close behind!
“What is that?!”
Everyone on the battlefield—from the Ancient Demon Court to the demon clans of the present age—was stunned by this sudden turn of events and the terrifying, hostile bellow.
Yuan Tiangang desperately forced back his opponent with a single strike of his staff. Taking the opportunity to catch his breath, he looked toward that familiar yet unfamiliar azure radiance, a flicker of astonishment and uncertainty passing through his eyes.
“This aura… Could it be him?! He’s still alive? And he’s become even stronger?”
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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