Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

No.

So that’s how you’re supposed to use the Sun and Moon Gnomon.

Lu Changyuan raised an eyebrow.

This Compass-like artifact was originally embedded in an Hourglass in the Netherworld’s Sin Prison, and it had passed through quite a few hands since.

But whether it was the Sun and Moon Palace Master or Lu Changyuan, they had only ever treated this tool as a magical treasure to aid their Cultivation.

When the Sun and Moon Gnomon were united, they could deceive the Celestial Dao, creating a blessed land where not only time flowed differently, but one could also accelerate their Enlightenment.

Xiao Qingfeng had also used the Sun and Moon Gnomon in the same way.

But today, Lu Changyuan was seeing how its true master used it.

It could only be described as brutal.

The Nether Monarch infused the Sun and Moon Gnomon with her Path of Death, forcibly placing a life countdown, similar to a curse, on everyone.

The sand in the hourglasses on the foreheads of those Spirits began to fall. Once all the sand had fallen, they would meet their death.

’And you’re telling me this is the Sixth Realm?’

Lu Changyuan stared at the Nether Monarch as if he had seen a ghost.

’What in the world is this? What kind of ability is it?’

’It’s completely unreasonable. The moment she acts, it’s with a compulsory life-stealing Magic.’

Lu Changyuan had guessed the Nether Monarch was strong, but he never imagined she would be *this* strong. What kind of Sixth Realm cultivator could just slap a death countdown on everyone?

He turned to look at the Nether Monarch, only to find that her complexion was still fine.

’The cost is low? A Magic like this has a low cost?’

Lu Changyuan asked, "Can you kill the most powerful enemies in the clan right now?"

"No. They can use their own Dao to break my Magic, but I can most likely injure them."

Oh.

’That’s a relief.’

’If you could just crush everyone and be invincible within your realm, that would be too terrifying.’

’As terrifying as I was back in the day.’

Just as Lu Changyuan thought this, the Nether Monarch waved her hand again. "But if they break the Magic, I can just apply it to them again. I’ll repeat the cycle until they die from exhaustion."

?

Lu Changyuan took a deep breath.

’How am I surrounded by such heaven-defying people? And I’m not even talking about the absurdly powerful Dao my disciple later comprehended, or Xia Lianxue’s Time Dao.’

’Even this seemingly ordinary Qiu Yuehan was frighteningly strong in the past.’

Lu Changyuan suddenly remembered something.

Back when Xia Lianxue hadn’t yet recovered her past memories, she was cultivating in Miao Yu Palace. Even with her amnesia, the Little Fairy’s talent should have been exceptional.

And yet, there was someone whose talent surpassed hers.

He didn’t think much of it at the time, but looking back now, it was truly absurd. For someone to be able to suppress a Seventh Realm Yao Guang Cultivator who was starting her Cultivation over—what kind of talent must that person have possessed?

The truth was out.

Qiu Yuehan was no normal person either.

The Nether Monarch tilted her head to look at Lu Changyuan, and the dense fog grew even thicker.

’No wonder she dared to charge back into the Spirit Race alone. From the looks of it, even if the entire Spirit Race swarmed her, they could only kneel in defeat.’

When Lu Changyuan first heard the Nether Monarch say she was going to attack the Spirit Race, he had expected an arduous battle.

Who could have imagined it would be like this?

’It seems there’s no place for me to step in.’

As Lu Changyuan thought this, he realized he might actually have a chance this life to cultivate the Dao of mooching he failed to master in his previous one.

’The Dao of Nothingness is nothing compared to the Dao of mooching... How could I have such a degenerate thought?!’

Lu Changyuan felt as if he had become younger, just like when he had first entered the Cultivation Realm, optimistic about everything and free from too many negative emotions.

The Nether Monarch said coolly, "They’re here."

Two figures burst out of the thick fog—one clad in red, the other in blue.

"Nether! You..."

The one who spoke was the Red Venerable, but before he could finish his sentence, the fog abruptly formed a giant fist and slammed down on him, smashing him into the ground.

The Nether Monarch was not one for words.

When she attacked, she aimed to kill the Red Venerable.

In an instant, countless Other Shore Flowers sprouted from the Red Venerable’s body, enveloping him completely. The massive fist of fog hammered mercilessly down on him, even causing the ground to crack.

Lu Changyuan watched, his heart pounding. Under this combo attack, the Red Venerable, who was also in the Sixth Realm, was almost completely powerless to fight back.

BOOM!

Fierce flames erupted around the Red Venerable, quickly burning the flowers to ash.

’He can still get up?’

’The Red Venerable really has some tricks up his sleeve.’

He roared, "Nether!"

He was about to make another move, a complex Ancient Seal forming in his hand.

But before the seal could be completed, the Nether Monarch leaped from high above and stomped down, cracking the earth and driving the Red Venerable deep into the ground.

"An old grandmother from the Human Race once taught me something: when dealing with enemies, the fewer words, the better."

The Nether Monarch extended a fair hand, and space suddenly rippled. Someone was dragged out of the Void.

It was the Blue Venerable.

The Blue Venerable was then seemingly seized and repeatedly smashed into the ground until his once noble face was a pathetic mess.

’What vicious moves.’

’No wonder Qiu Yuehan’s sword style became so ferocious later on. Turns out she’s always been like this.’

Lu Changyuan didn’t quite dare to watch the scene before him.

The delicate-featured young woman used no sword, nor any other weapon. She simply used her fists, hammering them into the Red Venerable’s face, one punch after another.

THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

The Nether Monarch said coolly, "After you die, I will extract your Spirit and roast it in fire day and night."

Lu Changyuan was left breathless with amazement.

But in the next instant, a sudden sense of inexplicable crisis washed over him.

Lu Changyuan raised Broken Thought horizontally.

CLANG! The sound of metal striking metal sent sparks flying from Broken Thought.

A ferocious-looking Spirit had appeared beside Lu Changyuan.

’A Spirit summoned by the Red and Blue Venerables?’

With no time to think, Lu Changyuan instinctively brandished Broken Thought. Bai Cang shot out in an instant, followed by the Pure Yang Sword.

The Spirit Race could summon the Thoughts of the dead.

Broken Thought could sever all Thoughts, so Lu Changyuan easily sliced the Spirit before him to pieces.