Their essence after death began to converge towards the Heavenly Dao.
The essence of the Heavenly Dao was expanding, the Purple Mansion World was gradually growing stronger and more vast, its aura becoming more obscure and unfathomable. Faintly, there ca a threatening aura, causing the undying Demon Monarch’s brow to twitch slightly, as he also felt a hint of pressure.
After experiencing the apocalypse and gathering the power of all living beings, the Purple Mansion World shed many burdens, discarding the lower levels and strengthening the higher ones. After these maneuvers, it has beco capable of threatening his life.
"The Heavenly Dao of the Purple Mansion World is indeed ruthless!"
The undying Demon Monarch spoke, with a tone of appreciation in his words.
"If I were to bring about an apocalypse, wipe out the myriad races, leaving only the Undying Demon Race..."
The undying Demon Monarch, watching the apocalyptic scene of a certain world, subconsciously tapped his knee, lost in thought. After an apocalypse, gathering the essence of all beings would bring the world into an unprecedentedly strong phase, but the price paid would be imnse, and it would later enter a period of weakness...
Perhaps... we should also follow the Purple Mansion World.
After pondering for a mont, the undying Demon Monarch shook his head and chose to give up.
At this point, he could be said to be ruthless and indifferent, looking down on all beings from above, indifferent to everything about them, not rejoicing in things or grieving over himself, and the cycle of life and death does not move his heart. Naturally, when it cos to killing enemies, he can be cold and unfeeling, but he cannot be heartless towards his own people.
Activating the secret technique, his body began to shrink, returning to its original form.
At that mont, a sound ca from the periphery of the array, accompanied by a divine thought.
The undying Demon Monarch activated the secret technique, and a corner of the array opened up, where a stream of light flickered, and a female cultivator walked in. Her body was graceful, her expression aloof, and her voluptuous and sexy figure was tightly wrapped in a long gown. Her slender form was gracefully contoured, with an ample bust that seed ready to burst forth.
Her bare feet were as crystal-clear and white as jade.
This female cultivator was nad Shi Yan, and she was the daughter of the undying Demon Monarch.
The undying Demon Monarch had many wives and concubines throughout his life, with his harem numbering over hundreds. The cultivation of these won varied, and most had perished in the river of ti. As for the number of children, it exceeded a thousand.
The aptitude and potential of these children varied, and so did their cultivation.
Only thirty-two of them grew to the level of Tribulation Crossing cultivation.
Shi Yan was the most outstanding among his children, and her cultivation had reached the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, making her one of the top figures in the Feiyu World.
Shi Yan stepped forward and said, "Father, have your injuries healed?"
The undying Demon Monarch replied, "The injuries have healed. The essence loss of these years has been replenished! Just wait for an opportunity, and I can advance further."
Shi Yan asked, "Father, while you were sealed for these years, the other Eight Great Saint Races have not been behaving themselves, especially the Feather Demon Race, which was the first to betray, almost completely breaking the seal. They have beco increasingly disobedient, a growing source of instability."
The undying Demon Monarch pondered, stood up, and looked into the distance. He asked, "Then what do you propose?"
Shi Yan, with a tone of ruthlessness, said, "Father, at this mont, you cannot afford any compassion. The Seven Great Saint Races have beco increasingly disobedient, and many lower-level cultivators are becoming restless. In tis of crisis, they will be a hindrance. Father, you must act early to eliminate hidden threats!"
As she spoke, her killing intent was palpable.
The undying Demon Monarch said, "Not good, not good, ultimately not good! A world with living beings is a world with vitality. If all living beings are exterminated, leaving not a trace of vitality, such a world is dull and uninteresting. I uphold the principle of all things competing and prospering together; only in prosperity can there be a trace of vitality."
Shi Yan said, "Father, you are ultimately too soft-hearted!"
The undying Demon Monarch said, "We won’t discuss these matters further for now. The Purple Mansion World has completed its apocalypse, and now there are fewer than ten thousand living beings left. With fewer cultivators, its own burden has decreased, and it’s constantly gathering strength. The energy is continuously gathering... It was originally half a level lower, but now it has forcibly risen by half a level."
"However, such a violent apocalypse is ultimately an opportunistic, short-sighted thod, ultimately leaving massive hidden dangers, which is our opportunity."
Shi Yan said, "Father, do you have a plan?"
The undying Demon Monarch laughed, "Naturally, I have my calculations. I possess a set of Immortal Artifacts, but I don’t have the supre Killing Array, just enough to trap the Purple Mansion World and forcibly refine it..."
Saying this, he took out a scroll, upon which Dao patterns were interwoven, and endless killing intent surged, bringing forth destructive energy as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were surging, as if Demon Gods were wailing, angels were lanting, all living beings were wailing, auras of annihilation sweeping over.
Shi Yan activated the secret technique, with her jade-like hand flashing, reaching out to grasp it.
The scroll flashed, and the blood energy rose, destructive energy surged, and killing intent surged forward.
Shi Yan activated the secret technique, her hand rolling over, the seal techniques on her hand changing, as one secret technique attack after another ca, the scroll rolling over, seemingly leaping, dodging, and transforming, evolving into streams of Sword Qi, charging forth.
Sizzle!
Sizzle!
Both sides clashed, engaging in a fierce confrontation.
After ten consecutive clashes, Shi Yan’s hand flashed, and a blood-red mark shimred on it, as magical power surged like threads, directly entwining, weaving into a massive net pressing down.
The scroll rolled and leaped but to no avail.
Gradually, it quieted down.
Shi Yan grasped the scroll, activating magical power to begin refining it at a shallow level, gradually gaining preliminary control over this magical treasure.
Shi Yan sensed the situation inside and said, "Father, the Array Map does not have an Artifact Spirit!"
The undying Demon Monarch replied, "No, this Immortal Artifact is a supre killing artifact, and due to the intense killing intent, it cannot produce an Artifact Spirit. Shi Xiu, Shi Yu, Shi Qing, Shi Ming..."
With the summons, the void resounded.
Two n and two won appeared.
One man wore bronze battle armor, his body tall and imposing, with powerful fists and dragon horns on his head, exuding an ancient and domineering aura; another man’s face was delicate, his body upright, dressed in all-white attire with a hint of white among his black hair, as if a peerless handso man, possessing a slightly sickly beauty.
One woman had a tall and slender body, with her long, straight hair cascading down, an oval face, a smooth forehead, and skin as white as snow. Beneath her elegant eyebrows were deep eyes, a chiseled nose, and beautifully soft lips. Her pointed and smooth chin, a knee-length blue chiffon skirt, and her round, slender legs added to her charm.
Another woman had curved eyebrows, her eyes bright and beautiful, her cherry-red lips as fresh as drops of dew, with a slight bite revealing pearly white teeth, her slender neck as white as ivory, shoulder lines as if carved, full and firm bosom, a slim and captivating waist, with a graceful, delicate figure clad in a red silk gown, the fabric as thin as cicada wings, the skirt hemd with a hundred pleats, the texture intricate, adorned with dark patterns and bordered with gold.
"Greetings, Father!"
They all spoke in unison.
The undying Demon Monarch said, "I have a set of Immortal Artifacts, modeled after the supre treasure of an extraordinary figure in the Immortal Realm, and I can bestow them upon you to attack the Purple Mansion World!"
Saying this, he shook his arm, throwing out four swords, where sword light flickered, each falling into the hands of the four people.
These four Treasure Swords bore blood-red luminescence on their blades, with endless deathly energy rising, seemingly about to evolve into a domain of slaughter.
Shi Yan stepped forward and said, "Father, why have you let us act? Your cultivation is astounding, why not personally suppress the Purple Mansion World?"
The undying Demon Monarch sighed, "Not long ago, my cultivation increased drastically, reaching a new stage. However, it seems that with my overly powerful cultivation, the power to ascend to the Immortal Realm is unprecedentedly enormous. I need to continuously operate my magical power to resist the Power of Ascension, unable to wield much strength."
"If I use too much magical power, I will be guided by a mysterious force and directly ascend to the Immortal Realm."
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