Xianheng Hotel, Tao Qian felt the movent within his body, his expression grave.
"The benefits are so great, these two tribulations must be aid at taking my life."
Tao Qian had just mused to himself.
In the Refugee Zone illuminated by Lian Jing'er's Treasure Wheel, a huge upheaval suddenly occurred.
The scene, which seed to exist only in mythological albums, "Heavenly River Fish and Dragon Dance," was abruptly destroyed.
Zhu Qi obviously knew that since he had not yet fully refined the Mountain and River Map, he could not interfere with a Secret Realm of All People personally presided over by a Cultivator from the Ultimate Happiness Realm, nor could he destroy the magnificent Tianjiang that led a million refugees.
However, just because he couldn't didn't an his father couldn't.
Zhu Qi imdiately used a secret technique to send a ssage to the Taishang Primordial Demon Manifestation Saint True Monarch, who was fighting far away with Kongchan Arhat.
Almost instantly, the voice of this Supre Elder resounded over the Refugee Zone.
"Tianjiang Immortal, you also want to obstruct my path to enlightennt?"
"Do not forget this place is Demon City; your Primordial Sect dares to plot a return on my territory, giving difficulties, truly thinking my Taishang Demon Sect fears your Primordial Sect."
Lingwa's true body was entangled by Kongchan, temporarily unable to return.
Through trans-spatial transmission of sound, he imdiately began with a great threat.
Yet to the ears of other Demon Cultivators, this was another earth-shattering revelation.
The Primordial Sect!
Any Cultivator who had mingled in the Cultivation World long enough would understand the weight of these three words.
Currently in the Daoist world, the "Twelve Sects" were revered, among which the first rank was occupied by Taishang Dao and Spirit Treasure Sect, with other Great Sects like Canxuan, Shenxiao, and Shaoqing being strong and unreasonable but still relegated to the second tier.
But in a more ancient era, the Daoist world was ruled by Taishang, Primordial, and Spirit Treasure Sects.
It was only that halfway through, the Primordial Sect mysteriously collapsed.
Yet unexpectedly, in this age of great dispute, the inheritance of the Primordial Sect had once again erged, already plotting its return, while in Demon City, Jiangnan Province, Qiantang Province, and Wu Yue Province, and several other provinces, the renowned Ultimate Happiness Realm Loose Cultivators, the Three Immortals of the Great Wilderness, turned out to be from the Primordial Sect.
These secrets, if told by others, would be dismissed as nonsense, but now, spoken by Taishang Demon Manifestation Saint True Monarch Lingwa, every word he uttered was ironclad evidence.
Everyone could hear that Lingwa was threatening Tianjiang Immortal; if the Three Immortals obstructed his enlightennt, he would also obstruct the great matters of the Primordial Sect.
However, he was quickly refused, which was reasonable; although the Primordial Sect had collapsed and fallen, why would they care about a threat from an Ultimate Happiness Realm Demon?
Would even switching to the Sect Master of the Taishang Demon Sect matter?
Lingwa was just an Elder.
"Whether or not Ling Daoist can achieve enlightennt is irrelevant to ."
"I cultivate the Primordial Marvel, and if I were to stand by indifferently as the Daoist friend's son slaughters four million mortals, I fear tonight when I ditate, my soul will mutate and I will die both physically and spiritually."
"Ling Daoist, why bother to struggle? With your perceptiveness, how can you not see that Young Friend Prince Zhao is destined to die young, with no chance of ascending to high positions or mastering your Taishang Demon Sect's magic skill?"
"Daoist friend attempts to defy destiny and is bound to be fruitless; you might as well heed the suggestion of Kongchan Daoist. Both you and your son could go to the Demon Buddha Temple and seek the Great Freedom, otherwise, both of you are dood to perish."
When Tianjiang Immortal's response echoed.
Tens of thousands of Demon Cultivators, who couldn't control their own fate and were gradually turning to watch this drama unfold, all showed excitent on their faces.
Anyone with sense could detect the venom in Tianjiang Immortal's few sentences.
Condemning the other's family to the face, he directly started laying the bla.
Cursing their early demise!
Accusing them of fruitlessly defying fate!
Tianjiang Immortal's target was not Lingwa, this old demon head, but Ling Qi, this arrogant and delusional man who compared himself to a saint.
A few simple sentences pulled Ling Qi down from the lofty position of a saint and trampled him into the mud and dust.
Tao Qian also discerned the implication and, through Lian Jing'er's Treasure Wheel, saw Ling Qi's current extrely unsightly expression.
Just as when Lingwa spoke, credibility was extrely high.
Likewise, when Tianjiang Immortal spoke.
"It's quite unexpected; Senior Tianjiang Immortal really knows how to… speak."
Tao Qian muttered, and at that mont, the voice of Yuan Gong in his arms reached him.
"You currently think this way about the people of the Primordial Sect because you are allies; wait until you're their enemy, then you'll know how shaless the people from the Primordial Sect are."
"Your Spirit Treasure Sect rely has Duobao."
"But the Primordial Sect, from top to bottom, is full of old monsters skilled in scheming; if it weren't for a great disaster years ago, this Sect might not have given up the second place in the Daoist world to you. Although you are cunning, you might not be able to contend with the true inheritors carefully cultivated by the Primordial Sect."
"That National Salvation thing, I advise you not to join, lest you get cheated."
Yuan Gong's words were quite abrupt and unexpected.
However, Tao Qian did not imdiately reply or refute after hearing them; instead, he pondered deeply.
Only now, in these rapidly changing circumstances,
Just as he was about to think deeply, Tianjiang Immortal's words completely enraged both father and son Lingwa and Ling Qi; their hatred reached its peak in an instant.
"Old fool, you are courting death; I will exterminate your entire lineage."
"Tianjiang boy, since you love to play with words so much, let's see how you like the taste of Ten Thousand Demons devouring you."
Ling Qi's threat was obviously not taken seriously by Tianjiang Immortal.
He had not yet completely refined the Mountain and River Map; he couldn't do anything to a being of the Ultimate Happiness Realm.
But his father, that was entirely different.
Clearly, even within the Ultimate Happiness Realm, there was a huge disparity between individuals.
Before Lingwa's words had finished echoing, the sky-spanning Heavenly River above the refugee zone had begun to accelerate. In an instant, schools of fish and dragons danced through the air, and the river, burdened with two million people, surged towards the Secret Realm of All People.
However, at that mont, without any sign, an enormous cage enveloped in demonic qi suddenly materialized above the sky.
Without any delay, the cage opened imdiately.
One by one, terrifying demons with physical forms, shackled in chains engraved with Forbidden Runes and muzzles, crazily squeezed out.
These demons, whether in terms of size, vibe, or other aspects,
were far more terrifying than the Outer Realm Heaven Demons summoned by Tao Qian, even more so than those previously summoned by Tao Qian for slaughter—like the "Power Demon," "Scorpion Demon," "Death Demon," and others—they were too nurous to count.
As they squeezed through, they roared,
"Lingwa, old fool, rember your promise. Let us devour this fellow then let us return to the Outer Realm."
When this cry fell, the Heavenly Demon Cage emptied imdiately.
But in the refugee zone, the moonlight, starlight, and such were no longer visible.
Even the silvery Heavenly River carrying two million people was surrounded by countless demons. Although Tianjiang Immortal imdiately started casting, summoning vast amounts of Huangquan and the Great River, and even caused the Tianhe to flow backward, it was clear to all that Tianjiang Immortal was slowly falling into a disadvantage.
This scene rendered tens of thousands of onlookers stupefied.
They were clearly witnessing a battle between cultivators of the Ultimate Happiness Realm for the first ti. They had assud that Tianjiang Immortal, with his notable reputation and the Taishang Primordial Demon, Saint True Monarch Lingwa engaged far away with Kongchan Arhat, would at least have the upper hand.
But who expected the opposite?
Among those surprised was also Tao Qian.
But he had his elder grandfather with him, who imdiately explained through telepathy,
"Don't underestimate Tianjiang for this. The cage is called 'Ten Thousand Demon Prison' and is one of Lingwa's proud thods."
"Although both employ Outer Realm Heaven Demons, the thods of the Taishang Demon Sect differ from our Secret Demon Sect. They like to bring the demons into this world, create mutated, strong bodies for them, and then enslave them."
"The Ten Thousand Demon Prison is surely ant for Kongchan."
"Now that it has been moved to deal with Tianjiang, haha, Lingwa is in trouble, as Kongchan enjoys his malicious pleasures. He will most likely rely on his Arhat Dharma Body to close in and beat Lingwa's handso face."
Yuan Gong laughed, but Tao Qian could not find it in him to laugh.
The visions projected by Lian Jing'er's Treasure Wheel, and the situation in the refugee zone, were rapidly deteriorating.
The numbers broadcasted by his chanical voice skyrocketed, representing countless lives slipping away.
"Tianjiang Immortal obstructed by Ten Thousand Demons… One hundred and eight altars are being destroyed… The Fungus Demon Army has completely invaded the bounds of Demon City, and within the refugee zone, 'Baina Camp' has half of its population, about one hundred thousand refugees, slaughtered by the Fungus Demons… Yin Qiye transmitted that he had received orders that Zhu Qi is to slaughter the refugees. He could only delay for three breaths."
"One tenth of the demons released by Lingwa have broken away from the group and started rampaging through the camps, devouring anyone they see, with another fifty thousand refugees losing their lives…"
Accompanied by Lian Jing'er's voice, what followed were scenes reminiscent of a human purgatory.
In a flash!
In the Refugee Zone, bodies were strewn everywhere.
Seemingly sensing Tao Qian's movents and thoughts, Yuan Gong transmitted his voice again:
"You shouldn't bla yourself, it's pointless."
"You are rely a Spirit Treasure Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, even with the so-called National Salvation Congress, how can you compete against a group of long-planned ambitious schers? Furthermore, Lingwa is not an ordinary Ultimate Happiness Realm Cultivator. Whether Tianjiang played tricks with his words or not, anyone who sabotages his plans must face the Ten Thousand Demon Prison."
"Moreover, he surely has more than one trick up his sleeve. If you go and reveal yourself, you'll surely die unless you can bring Duobao or your group of aunts."
Yuan Gong's words completely failed to stop Tao Qian.
He took out a Demon Reeds and shook out a Star Zha Demon; with a flash of starlight, Tao Qian had vanished from the Xianheng Hotel.
A beam of starlight moved against the tide of cultivators and demons escaping the Refugee Zone, entering camps known as Thousand Mountains Camp, Ten Thousand Miles Camp, Stove King Camp, and Iron Pot Camp.
When he set foot in the Baina Camp, an extrely terrifying and desolate scene, without any warning, ca into Tao Qian's eyes.
That foul, black snow had, at so unknown ti, enveloped the entire Refugee Zone.
A scene that should only appear in the coldest winter months, with snow tinged black, covering body after lifeless body.
n, won, the elderly, and the young... Each one was pale and emaciated, their skin stretched tight over their bones.
Many people didn't even have clothes on their bodies.
But they hadn't frozen to death; they had been eaten.
A horrifying entity had devoured their flesh, viscera, bone marrow, and brains, leaving only empty husks filled with countless disgusting, viscous spores resembling "Frog Eggs" and even causing them to bloat. They grew clusters of dark, ink-like mushrooms that continuously oozed black liquid from their ear canals, nostrils, mouths, anuses, the tops of their heads... and even the surface of their skin.
A hundred thousand people, eaten.
Not a single corpse lay fallen; they had beco mushroom people, towering in the black snow.
Where there were many, there ford a forest.
The place where Tao Qian now stood was like a Fungus Corpse Forest.
Before him was a small fungus tree, a ragged girl, her body filthy.
Her features were gaunt, seeming as if she had just died recently, her eyes still retaining a bit of vitality.
Yet this vitality too was fading, being devoured by two small, foul-slling mushrooms. The black fungus bit by bit consud her eyeballs until they fully occupied the girl's eye sockets.
In Tao Qian's ears, Lian Jing'er's chanical broadcast voice continued to transmit through the air:
"The Fungus Demon Army has slaughtered the Baina Camp, resulting in two hundred thousand casualties, and is now attacking the next target, Qingming Camp, which houses five hundred thousand refugees. The Fish and Dragon Altar has been destroyed, preventing entry to Tianjiang... Detecting a total of three hundred demons, with an extrely high danger level, approaching Qingming Camp from the western area..."
Hearing these voices, Tao Qian suddenly sighed.
Then, making so kind of decision, his expression beca solemn, his eyes nearly bursting with killing intent, he coldly said:
"Since entering the Demon City, I have fought many tis, but I have yet to walk the path of slaughter."
"It's better that the second Cultivation Tribulation happens here as well. Regardless of whether I overco the tribulation, let first revel in the slaughter."
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