The Heavenly Demon Sect is in peril!
Many members of the sect who were outside have already gone into hiding after suddenly being ambushed by a fierce onslaught.
But it was futile—they were always hunted down.
Some even tried the opposite approach: "You want to kill me? Then I’ll kill you too!" and charged straight at the allied sects.
The outcome was predictable—a gruesome death.
They clearly didn’t consider the strength of their opponents.
Within just a few days, a campaign to exterminate the Heavenly Demon Sect had swept across the South Continent.
One could only say they deserved it.
While members of the Heavenly Demon Sect could flee, doing so became increasingly difficult as their numbers grew.
Of course, this didn’t apply to Su Luo.
In the original plot, Su Luo was severely injured but always managed to escape, narrowly avoiding death time and again.
Then, he led Lin Xuan to the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Zongheng Valley, showing him the easiest path into the sect.
So for the most part, Su Luo was simply waiting for Lin Xuan to gather his forces and chase after him.
"Su... Su Luo, where do you think you're running... huff... puff..."
"Stop running! Fight us!"
"We’re not even that strong—you can take us!"
They even resorted to taunting, but Su Luo refused to fall for it, focusing solely on escape.
Exhaustion began to set in among the pursuers, who found it increasingly difficult to keep up.
Along the way, they had even killed several Heavenly Demon Sect members.
Yet, Su Luo always managed to slip away at the last moment, grievously wounded but alive.
Then, after some time, he would coincidentally cross paths with them again.
And so, the chase would resume.
There was good reason to suspect Su Luo was toying with them, but no matter how infuriating he was, they refused to give up.
Finally, Su Luo returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect, with a crowd still hot on his heels.
"Stop running! Have the guts to face us!"
"All you do is flee—you’re pathetic!"
"A titled Heavenly Demon? What a joke."
At that moment, Su Luo came to a halt.
Seeing him stop, the pursuers quickly surrounded him. Lin Xuan was among them, though he remained silent.
While the others might not have noticed, Lin Xuan knew full well that Su Luo had been leading them here all along.
Su Luo burst into maniacal laughter. "You fools don’t even realize you’re doomed. This is the Heavenly Demon Sect’s territory—the heart of it. You’re all dead!"
Ah, so he was leading them into a trap.
Lin Xuan silently gave Su Luo a mental thumbs-up.
"You think that scares us?"
(It did, but they couldn’t afford to show weakness.)
The others quickly glanced around, sensing something amiss—it felt like many were converging on their location.
Lin Xuan’s expression suddenly darkened. "Fall back!"
He could already sense an ominous presence approaching.
Without hesitation, the group obeyed, swiftly regrouping around Lin Xuan and bracing for the worst.
Then, an overwhelming pressure descended upon them.
From the darkness, the East Extreme Demon Lord emerged, each step he took causing the very space beneath him to tremble as if on the verge of shattering. With every movement, the crushing aura intensified, suffocating those in its wake.
Finally, the East Extreme Demon Lord stopped, standing just a short distance away.
His fist slowly clenched, gathering an unfathomable power.
Dark demonic energy flickered around his knuckles, a harbinger of the devastation to come.
The air itself seemed to freeze, time slowing to a crawl.
All eyes were locked onto that fist, hearts gripped by terror.
They knew—once that punch was unleashed, it would bring cataclysmic destruction.
Even Lin Xuan couldn’t help but gulp. Wasn’t this a bit too strong?
"Retreat!"
Lin Xuan didn’t hesitate. There was no way they could handle the Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces here.
The East Extreme Demon Lord spoke, his voice echoing ominously. "Remember this—the one before you is the East Extreme Demon Lord."
His punch surged forth like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.
The ground split open, a deep fissure racing outward as dirt and debris erupted into the air.
Dust clouds billowed, and the very atmosphere twisted into eerie vortices of distorted energy.
Naturally, the punch didn’t land directly on them—it was deliberately off-target. Otherwise, none would have survived.
Not only did it miss, but the sheer force sent them flying several kilometers away.
Injuries were inevitable, but at least they weren’t dead.
"How was that?"
Nangong Xiyun approached Su Luo, linking arms with him.
"Not bad, pretty much as planned." Su Luo wiped cold sweat from his brow. "But uh… could you not get so close while looking like that? It’d be hard to explain if someone saw us."
"Fine."
It was indeed awkward—two men in appearance, arm in arm, was a sight too bizarre to stomach.
If anyone saw, they’d probably vomit on the spot.
Shocking! The East Extreme Demon Lord and a Titled Heavenly Demon cozy up together—what depravity lies behind this? Moral collapse or twisted humanity?
Su Luo had no interest in being subjected to such gossip.
Watching Lin Xuan and his group stagger to their feet and flee, Su Luo nodded in satisfaction.
In the original plot, things wouldn’t have ended so abruptly.
Instead, there would’ve been an elaborate battle scene where Lin Xuan showcased his prowess, cutting through waves of Heavenly Demon Sect members with unstoppable momentum.
Only then would the East Extreme Demon Lord make his grand entrance, toying with Lin Xuan at first before gradually escalating the fight.
But since the East Extreme Demon Lord was now an ally, Su Luo saw no reason to waste time.
If Lin Xuan wanted his moment to shine, he’d have to wait for later.
"By the way, that punch was a near-perfect imitation of the East Extreme Demon Lord. Well done—you fooled them completely."
"Of course. With your guidance, it was no trouble."
"Good. Now, let’s prepare for the next act."
"Understood."
Su Luo had long since briefed Nangong Xiyun and Jiang Ningshu on the plan.
Everything was proceeding smoothly, just as arranged.
......
Though Lin Xuan’s group had been driven off, the commotion had still alerted the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Now aware of the situation outside—where the entire cultivation world was baying for their blood—the sect had no choice but to take action.
This was the loudest call for their extermination in recent years.
The matter demanded the Demon Lord’s attention.
Thus, the Left Envoy—Su Luo in disguise—called for an assembly.
All eligible members were summoned, though only those at the Golden Core realm or above were permitted to attend.
Normally, even Golden Core cultivators wouldn’t qualify, but the Left Envoy wanted as many witnesses as possible for his impending ascension.
The meeting place was simple: a raised platform overlooking an open square.
The sect members gathered below, awaiting the proceedings.
But before it began, the higher-ups would make their grand entrance.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
