Arriving at the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance

Hearing this form of address, Tushan Hanyan's eyes widened a bit more, looking back and forth between Gu Xing'er and Gu Changyuan with curiosity.

However, she was quickly captivated by Gu Xing'er's pure and flawless eyes, and a surge of protectiveness and responsibility immediately welled up in her heart.

A human cub who looked much younger than herself and needed to be taken care of.

Her grandmaster had entrusted this important task to her. Instantly, Tushan Hanyan felt the burden on her shoulders grow heavier, yet she was also filled with motivation.

She finished the rest of her skewers in a few bites, clapped her small hands, puffed out her little chest, and solemnly promised Gu Changyuan:

"Grandmaster, rest assured! I will definitely take good care of Sister Xing'er!"

Watching her serious, little-adult-like demeanor, Gu Changyuan couldn't help but smile and rubbed her head again:

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Little Yan."

Saying that, he handed over a storage bag filled with various snacks.

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Tushan Hanyan happily took it, then took the initiative to hold Gu Xing'er's small hand, her voice softening:

"Sister Xing'er, let me show you the fun things I've collected."

Seeing the two little ones quickly getting acquainted, Gu Changyuan nodded in relief.

With a flash of his figure, he returned to the foot of the Heavenly Demon Tower.

Tushan Youyao and the other nine disciples were already fully prepared and waiting, each exuding a deep and steady aura.

"Let's set off."

Gu Changyuan did not say much. A silver-gray spatial power enveloped the ten demons.

Immediately, they transformed into a heaven-shaking rainbow, tearing through the clouds and speeding toward the coordinates of the Myriad Demon Alliance headquarters provided by Tushan Youyao.

......

Relying on Gu Changyuan's currently terrifying speed, even while carrying ten disciples, they arrived in the sky above the Myriad Demon Alliance headquarters in less than half a day.

Below was an extremely vast basin located at the intersection of several massive mountain ranges.

The sky above the basin was shrouded in thick clouds and mist mixed with various demonic auras, clearly indicating the operation of a large-scale protective array.

Within the basin, buildings rolled endlessly in rugged and diverse styles. There were towering stone fortresses, palaces entwined in ancient trees, subterranean cave-dwelling communities, and even cloud-island pavilions floating in mid-air...

Its scale was so massive that it far exceeded the Ice Mist Valley they had seen before; it was simply like a super-giant demonic city.

This was the headquarters of the Myriad Demon Alliance—Myriad Demon City.

The Myriad Demon Alliance was not a highly centralized, single sect, but a relatively loose alliance-based faction.

Its core consisted of the three founding races and over a dozen powerful first-tier demonic races that joined later. Together, they formed the Council of Elders, which was responsible for major decisions.

Below it were the East, South, West, North, and Central divisions, each managed by one or more dominant races responsible for the affairs of a vast demonic region.

Their method of gathering forces was different from that of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

When the Heavenly Demon Pavilion accepted disciples, they always preferred quality over quantity, only picking top-tier solitary demonic geniuses.

Even a once-in-a-millennium demonic prodigy wouldn't even be able to touch the gates of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion if they failed the assessment.

But the Myriad Demon Alliance was different. They cast a wide net; to put it bluntly, they were press-ganging recruits.

As long as a demonic race had some foundation and wasn't weak to the bone, and as long as they were willing to bow their heads and submit, the Alliance would accept them all without refusal.

Races that joined the Myriad Demon Alliance could indeed rely on the alliance's name to gain some protection, but there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Every year, they had to hand over a certain amount of cultivation resources.

Meanwhile, those upper-tier and top-tier great clans that truly stood at the top of the demon realm's pyramid—possessing over ten thousand years of profound heritage and lacking no peerless experts—completely disdained joining the Myriad Demon Alliance.

For example, the Tushan Clan of the Nine-Tailed Fox lineage, the Dongfang Clan of the Eastern Sea with the Immemorial True Dragon bloodline, and the Nanming Phoenix Clan possessing the bloodline of the Primordial Phoenix descendants...

These clans had profound heritages and thought very highly of themselves. They looked down on the Myriad Demon Alliance's mixed bag alliance model and were even more disdainful of joining it and being subjected to its control.

Only a faction like the present Heavenly Demon Pavilion—centered around ten demon ancestors possessing Saint-tier bloodlines or demon cores, heaven-defying talent and combat power, and extremely strong cohesion, taking a high-end elite route with rapidly expanding strength—could truly catch the attention and slight apprehension of these clans.

However, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion had strict sect rules. They rarely caused trouble outside on their own initiative, and their actions were considered orderly.

Therefore, most of these upper-tier great clans held a wait-and-see or limited cooperation attitude, and had not erupted into direct conflict with the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

As a result, in the entire demon domain, the only faction that openly opposed the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and countered them at every turn was the Myriad Demon Alliance.

At this moment, in the sky above Myriad Demon City, Gu Changyuan's aura was released without any reservation.

It was not just a simple coercion, but an oppressive feeling that approached the Dao.

It was as if the entire heaven and earth were trembling under his will. The clouds stagnated, space solidified, and even the light became distorted and erratic.

Gu Changyuan's terrifying aura crashed down, instantly enveloping the entirety of Myriad Demon City and the surrounding thousand-mile region.

The grand protective array above Myriad Demon City lit up in response, emitting an overwhelmed hum.

Countless demons in the city, whether they were cultivating, trading, patrolling, or resting.

All felt their hearts sink, as if pressed down by invisible mountains. Those with lower cultivation levels directly collapsed to the ground.

"Enemy attack—!"

Sharp alarm sirens instantly resounded throughout the city!

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

Countless streaks of light shot up into the sky from all over the city.

In the blink of an eye, densely packed figures of demon cultivators that blotted out the sun filled the sky above Myriad Demon City. Their numbers were far more than tens of thousands.

Among them, there were nearly a hundred whose auras had reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, and upon careful counting, there were also more than a dozen experts at the Half-Immortal level.

They belonged to different races, with auras that were either heavy, sharp, or berserk. At this moment, they all had solemn expressions, looking up at the eleven figures high in the sky with vigilance and hostility.

Leading them were three old demons with the most ancient and profound auras. They were precisely the contemporary leaders of the Myriad Demon Alliance's three founding races:

The Patriarch of the Xuangui Clan, at the Eighth Stage of the Half-Immortal Realm, had taken the human form of a hunchbacked old man carrying the phantom of a massive turtle shell on his back, his eyes murky yet hiding a sharp glint.

The Patriarch of the Golden Roc Royal Clan, at the Eighth Stage of the Half-Immortal Realm, had a tall and straight figure, golden wings growing from his back, and eyes as sharp as knives.

The Patriarch of the Earth Fire Dragon Lizard Clan, at the Eighth Stage of the Half-Immortal Realm, was burly, with crimson scaly skin and a faint aura of magma surrounding his body.

They looked at the familiar faces of Tushan Youyao, Lu Jiuyi, and others high in the sky.

As well as the black-clad man with an unfathomable aura who was surrounded by them in the center. In their hearts, they had already guessed the identity and purpose of the newcomers.

"You demon ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion actually dare to trespass into the headquarters of our Myriad Demon Alliance?

Do you really think our Myriad Demon Alliance is made of mud?!"

The Golden Roc Patriarch shouted sternly, his voice shaking the nine heavens, trying not to lose out in terms of momentum.

"To actually barge directly into our Myriad Demon Alliance headquarters, today we will make sure you come but never return!"

The Earth Fire Dragon Lizard Grand Elder's voice was like muffled thunder, carrying explosive anger.

Patriarch Xuangui spoke slowly, his eyes dead set on Gu Changyuan and the others:

"The Heavenly Demon Pavilion and our Myriad Demon Alliance have always been at odds, with constant friction.

Since you have actively delivered yourselves to our door today and are acting so arrogantly, then don't blame us for being impolite.

Today, we shall completely settle all the friction between us once and for all!"

The thousands of demonic cultivators below echoed the sentiment, their roars and howls rising one after another. Their demonic aura surged even higher as they attempted to use their overwhelming numbers to intimidate their enemy.

Facing the vulgar taunts from the horde of demons below, Gu Changyuan's expression did not change in the slightest. He did not even bat an eyelid.

His gaze calmly swept across the Ten Thousand Demon City, as if he were examining an object destined to be erased from existence.

Such an excellent opportunity for a practical combat lesson naturally could not be wasted.

The root of Luo Qingchen's inner turmoil lay in the perceived gap between them. The best way to cure this was to elevate her perspective to a much higher realm.

If their ultimate destination was the vast sea of stars, then no matter how high the mountains of this Nine Heavens Realm stood, they were nothing more than insignificant bumps along the way.

Gu Changyuan slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spreading naturally. Facing the void below, he began to slowly trace lines in the air, forming intricate hand seals.

The Nine Tribulations Sword Array was one of his most powerful trump cards. To use it against the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance... they simply were not worthy.

The formation he was casting at this moment was called—

"The Six Manifestations Heavenly Meteor Array."