"Nothing much."
Explaining it would be strange—those who understand, just do.
"Forget it, it’s not the first time I’ve heard you say weird things."
Whether in daily conversations or diary entries, Li Siyi had grown accustomed to Su Luo’s peculiar turns of phrase.
Li Siyi raised her immortal sword and began her forms.
After tempering herself with the blade for so long, she could now wield it with some proficiency.
Su Luo watched but still shook his head. Her strength was lacking—at the Golden Core stage, she was already falling behind the main force.
Still, her cultivation was impressive, surpassing 90% of her peers.
And judging by Li Siyi’s expression, she seemed content, without a trace of impatience.
Su Luo chuckled. Who would’ve thought he’d see Li Siyi shed her arrogance?
She’d truly matured.
After a while, as time grew late, Su Luo stood up to leave.
But then, he was spotted by Ye Cheng, a Perfected Nascent Soul cultivator of the Emperor Heaven Sect.
How could Su Luo not draw attention, swaggering around like that?
Not that he meant to. He’d suppressed his cultivation to the lowest level, pretending to be a mere nobody.
Who knew someone would take pleasure in hunting nobodies?
Su Luo caught Ye Cheng’s sword strike with his hand. "Mind picking someone else? I’ve got things to do."
"Hmph! Still acting? Anyone who can block my strike is no ordinary fool. I won’t let you leave."
Ye Cheng despised the Heavenly Demon Sect—anyone from it deserved death.
Su Luo suddenly appeared behind him. "Then don’t blame me for being rude."
With a kick to his back, Ye Cheng went flying like a ball, crashing into a group of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples like a perfect strike in a game of bowling.
"Damn it!" Ye Cheng roared, scrambling to his feet—only to find himself surrounded.
By the time he dealt with the nearby Heavenly Demon Sect members, Su Luo was long gone.
Only then did Ye Cheng realize: that single kick had landed without him even sensing it. The act of playing weak had been flawless.
The Heavenly Demon Sect… truly couldn’t be underestimated.
He began searching for Su Luo, determined to prevent that sly bastard from causing more trouble.
Meanwhile, Su Luo had already arrived beside the Demon Sovereign.
The spot was remote, hidden by Su Luo’s formations, ensuring no disturbances.
The Demon Sovereign’s time to appear hadn’t yet come.
Su Luo spoke. "We’re under attack by the allied sects. What should we do?"
"Indeed, what should we do?" Jiang Ningshu tossed the question back to him.
"Aren’t you the Demon Sovereign? Why push it onto me?"
"Didn’t I agree to listen to you today?"
Su Luo suddenly felt like he’d been tricked. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed in the first place.
"Fine. I’ll handle the arrangements."
With that settled, there was nothing more to say.
Su Luo laid out Jiang Ningshu’s next steps.
To his surprise, she showed no hesitation—everything matched what had been written in the diary.
"You seem… disappointed?"
"Me? Not really."
"Any questions?"
"None."
"Really? Not even one?" Su Luo found it strange. The Demon Sovereign wasn’t even asking for reasons?
"Today, I follow your lead."
Su Luo couldn’t help but think—the Demon Sovereign played the game well.
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"Weakness!"
The Right Envoy’s "Words Become Law" manifested once more.
Nangong Xiyun felt her strength waning, but with a mere flicker of focus, she severed the so-called "weakness" with her blade.
She’d seen this trick too many times—breaking it was second nature now.
The Right Envoy felt like he’d seen a ghost. She can even cut that?!
The longer the fight dragged on, the more he realized Nangong Xiyun’s terrifying strength.
Her sword was overwhelmingly domineering, capable of severing anything.
Despite having entered the Great Ascension Realm countless years before her, he couldn’t gain even the slightest advantage.
Humiliating—but he refused to lose his composure over pride.
For now, he’d stall, waiting for reinforcements.
But none would come. The other factions were tied up battling the allied sects’ experts—even the Demon Kings were occupied.
Elsewhere, Di Haoran obliterated another of the Left Envoy’s clones, yet still couldn’t find a way to counter the elusive duplicates.
"Annoying," he growled.
"Flattered," the Left Envoy replied dryly.
Watching the Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces crumble, the Left Envoy knew this couldn’t continue.
What use was becoming Demon Sovereign if his people were wiped out before he even took the throne?
Admitting defeat was the only option.
"All forces—retreat!" he commanded.
"How undignified, shouting like that." Di Haoran had no intention of letting them escape.
Instantly, the Heavenly Demon Sect’s disciples shifted tactics, prioritizing flight—a skill they’d honed to perfection.
"You think escape is so easy? None of you will leave alive!" Di Haoran couldn’t afford failure, not when the opportunity was so rare.
"Ridiculous." The Left Envoy sneered as his clones scattered in all directions.
Di Haoran could only watch, frustration boiling in his chest.
Soon, the Heavenly Demon Sect was in full retreat, the allied sects in hot pursuit.
Lin Xuan stood in their path, blocking their escape.
The allied sects’ momentum was unstoppable—victory seemed assured.
Wiping out the Heavenly Demon Sect would be a legendary feat, and their morale soared.
Su Luo sensed it—everything was going too smoothly.
"Your turn," he said.
"Very well." Jiang Ningshu stepped forward.
Tap.
A single footstep echoed across the Shattered Bone Abyss—not loud, yet heard by all.
Then, an oppressive aura descended, dwarfing every presence on the battlefield.
Under its weight, everyone—regardless of cultivation—felt like mere mortals.
Only Jiang Ningshu stood supreme.
"The Demon Sovereign!"
The allied sects uttered the title in unison.
Only she could wield such power.
For so long, there had been no word of her. Many assumed she’d secluded herself in cultivation, far from this conflict.
Yet here she was.
From the swirling darkness, a mysterious violet light flickered. As it faded, Jiang Ningshu emerged—cold, peerless, her gaze like frozen stars.
Her presence kept rising, crushing the battlefield into silence.
Di Haoran’s eyes locked onto her—and he stepped back.
His pupils dilated. His heart pounded.
An emotion he hadn’t felt in ages: fear.
Has she… broken past the Great Ascension?
No. Impossible. That realm hadn’t been reached in millennia.
Yet the Demon Sovereign before him radiated terror beyond comprehension.
"Retreat!" The command tore from his throat.
Now, it was his turn to shout.
He saw no path to victory—only defeat. He was afraid.
The Heavenly Demon Sect’s morale flared—fortune had turned.
But then—
"We leave."
Jiang Ningshu’s words doused their excitement like cold water.
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