Arrangements of Yunyao from Mount Tu

Bai Zeming took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the severe pain and dizziness in his divine soul caused by forcibly prying into the ominous signs of the future. His voice was slightly hoarse, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Demon Ancestor:

"Just now, I caught a glimpse of a corner of the future. The ominous light was overwhelming, and the sky was filled with a bloody glow. Senior Sister Ye and the others who went to the Outer Realm Domain are afraid to face a life-and-death calamity!"

As soon as the words "life-and-death calamity" were spoken, the temperature in the great hall plummeted.

A solemn expression appeared on the faces of all the Demon Ancestors. Even the most lethargic Lan Caiyou instantly sat up straight, all traces of sleepiness vanishing from her eyes.

A layer of frost covered Tushan Youyao's breathtakingly beautiful face, but she maintained her composure and asked in a deep voice:

"Zeming, can you roughly calculate the time frame of this fatal calamity?"

Bai Zeming closed his eyes and sensed the blurry yet exceptionally fierce blood-colored karma in his sea of consciousness, slowly spitting out three words:

"Within four days."

It wasn't that he didn't want to be more precise; it was truly because this involved three senior sisters, especially Eldest Senior Sister Ye Qingxue, an existence possessing the Great Void Sword Physique, with extremely strong destiny and strength.

The karmic threads tied to her trajectory of fate were far too complex and sturdy.

For ordinary injuries or crises, he might be able to sense them days or even months in advance.

But when it came to a true "life-and-death calamity," the Heavenly Dao's concealment was much stricter, and the backlash was much stronger.

Being able to capture such a clear ominous sign four days in advance was already the result of risking the depletion of his origin to forcefully pry into it. At this moment, his divine soul felt as if it were being pricked by needles.

"Four days..."

Tushan Youyao repeated in a low voice, calculating rapidly in her mind.

Traveling at full speed from the Azure Nether Demon Domain where the Heavenly Demon Pavilion was located, heading to the extreme north of the Nine Heavens Realm, and then entering the depths of the Outer Realm Domain...

Even with the travel speed of the Demon Ancestors present, using the fastest means available, it would take at least six days.

This didn't even account for potential accidents or obstacles along the way, nor the time needed to find the exact location of the three in the chaotic and dangerous Outer Realm Domain.

As the Eldest Senior Sister of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, Tushan Youyao had overseen the grand scheme of things for a thousand years; her decisiveness was extraordinary.

In a flash of lightning, she already had a plan.

"Jiuyi, Xuanyin, Buhuo, Jiuyin."

Her voice suddenly rose.

"The four of you, set out immediately and rush to the Outer Realm Domain at maximum speed to provide aid."

Before her voice faded, she flipped her jade-like hand, and a token flowing with profound purple light flew in front of Lu Jiuyi.

"Yes!"

The four named individuals did not hesitate at all, responding in unison.

Lu Jiuyi grabbed the Nether Fox Token, instantly understanding the Eldest Senior Sister's intention.

One of his divine abilities was exactly the "Nine Divisions of Heaven," which could designate an area of space as his own "Heavenly Domain" for a short time, allowing him to set nine temporary rules within that domain.

Sun Buhuo's divine ability, "Magnetic Control," could not only manipulate the earth and rocks but also distort the gravitational field within a certain range, reducing the burden on everyone and generating a propulsive force.

Zhu Jiuyin's divine ability from the Time Torch Dragon bloodline, "Eclipse of Time," could not only accelerate the aging of enemies but also cast a "Time Acceleration" effect on allies under specific conditions.

The cooperation of the three Demon Ancestors could achieve perfection in time, space, and gravity, enabling the ultimate speed in travel.

Added to that was Xiang Xuanyin's "Nine Heads World Destruction" from his Nine-Headed Xiangliu bloodline. Although it was primarily for offense, its nine elemental divine abilities could provide the most comprehensive support and path-clearing capabilities when dealing with various potential obstacles along the way.

The four exchanged glances, instant tacit understanding arising between them. They transformed into four streams of light of entirely different colors, instantly breaking through the dome of the great hall and disappearing into the horizon.

"Zeming, you have suffered no small loss. Go back immediately to rest and regulate your breathing. At the same time, continue to closely monitor the movements of karma. If there are any new changes, inform me immediately.

The rest of you, temporarily return to your respective pavilions to await news, ready at all times to deal with any chain reactions that might occur."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. Her voice softened a bit, carrying a trace of reassurance:

"Everyone, there is no need to be overly anxious. Do you remember a hundred years ago when Caiyou was outside, didn't she also trigger a 'fate calamity' warning?

At that time, we were also unable to arrive in time due to the great distance, but in the end, Caiyou successfully turned danger into safety.

This time, the three senior sisters possess even greater strength and richer experience; there might very well be a turning point.

Go back for now and maintain your condition."

The fate calamity of Lan Caiyou she mentioned was well known to everyone present. It was a protective magical artifact bestowed upon her by Gu Changyuan back then, which automatically protected its master at the critical moment, blocking a fatal strike.

Mentioning this matter was not only to reassure the crowd but also perhaps holding onto a sliver of slim hope.

Even though their Master had disappeared, the numerous methods he left behind might still be secretly protecting his disciples.

"Yes, Eldest Senior Sister."

The Demon Ancestors responded in unison. Although their worries had not dissipated, they also knew that impatience was useless right now. One after another, they bowed and transformed into streams of light, returning to their respective pavilions.

After everyone had dispersed, Tushan Youyao raised her right hand. Nether light condensed at her fingertips, and a long purple needle appeared out of thin air.

Using her finger as a pen and her divine sense as ink, she quickly carved an encrypted emergency message into the void.

"Go!"

She flicked her finger.

"Whoosh!"

The long purple needle let out a faint, piercing screech as it broke through the air, instantly piercing through the void and vanishing.

This was her highest-level emergency communication method with the upper echelon of the Celestial Holy Land, exclusively used for the most crucial and urgent intelligence transmission between the two sects. Its speed far exceeded that of ordinary sound transmission talismans, and it was extremely concealed.

The next moment, she had already appeared on the topmost platform of the central high tower.

Here, the astral winds howled, and the field of vision was expansive, allowing one to overlook the entire Heavenly Demon Pavilion and even parts of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.

She faced north, in the direction of the Outer Realm Domain, slowly bringing her hands together in front of her chest, fingertips touching.

The phantoms of the nine swaying nether-purple fox tails behind her suddenly burst with radiant light, the nether-blue flames at the tips burning fiercely.

Within the pillar of light, energy gathered and shaped itself madly.

In just a few breaths, nine figures that were identical to Tushan Youyao's true body—indistinguishable in appearance, aura, cultivation base, and even the nine swaying tails behind them—slowly stepped out from the pillar of light.

This was precisely one of Tushan Youyao's divine abilities—Nether Nine Revolutions.

This divine ability was completely different from ordinary clones. With every breakthrough in realm, she could condense a Nether Dharma Body.

The Dharma Bodies possessed the exact same strength as the main body, and each Dharma Body possessed an independent demonic spirit.

They could autonomously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, store energy, and even think independently and execute complex commands to a certain extent.

It was worlds apart from ordinary "clones" that required the consumption of magical power to maintain and possessed strength far inferior to the main body.

Once the Dharma Bodies were condensed, Tushan Youyao's figure flashed, and she returned to the quiet room at the top of the First Pavilion.

By the window of the quiet room, a white-haired young girl was clutching the windowsill, looking up in the direction of the Heavenly Demon Tower.

Her snow-white fox ears drooped, and the white fox tail behind her swept gently and listlessly, her eyes filled with worry.

Hearing footsteps, she immediately turned around and trotted over to Tushan Youyao. Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of urgency:

"Master, did something terrible happen? The warning bell just now, and the auras of several Martial Uncles..."

The young girl was also a fox demon, dressed in a snow-white dress. Her furry white fox ears twitched gently from time to time, and a fluffy white fox tail behind her swayed along with her emotions.

Looking at the little fox in front of her, Tushan Youyao's stern expression unconsciously softened.

She reached out and gently rubbed the soft crown of Tushan Hanyan's head, her tone gentle:

"Something did happen, but Hanyan, you do not need to worry. Your master and your martial uncles will handle it."

She did not want to burden this pure-hearted disciple with the heavy news of a life-or-death tribulation too early.

Tushan Hanyan was very sensible. Seeing that her master had no intention of elaborating, she obediently nodded without pressing the matter, despite the curiosity and worry still lingering in her heart.

"Okay!"

Tushan Hanyan replied in a crisp voice, bowed to Tushan Youyao, and then trotted out of the quiet room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Watching her disciple's retreating figure, a trace of melancholy flashed in Tushan Youyao's eyes as she let out a soft sigh.

Tushan Hanyan was a disciple she had taken in decades ago, and also her only personal disciple.

It was simply because this child was too similar to her—both were born into the Tushan clan, and both were ostracized by their kin because of the color of their fur.