Guarding the Prison for 100 Years, I Emerge to Overwhelm the Demon Venerable

Above the North Sea.

Luo Jinghong transformed into a streak of sword light, approaching the Canghai Sect’s buildings that had already fallen into the sea.

The closer she got, the more horrified she became.

The massive Canghai Sect, with its towering mountains, sprawling complexes, and protective Arrays, had been forcefully blasted apart by a single punch!

At its center, the massive fissure in the shape of a Fist Seal was a shocking sight, still radiating an intensely Overbearing Fist Intent.

Luo Jinghong’s gaze swept inch by inch along the enormous fissure, her eyelids twitching at the sight.

Even her clear Sword Heart began to tremble faintly.

No one paid any attention to Luo Jinghong. The Canghai Sect was now in a state of utter chaos.

And from the cries of the Canghai Sect disciples below, Luo Jinghong gradually confirmed a fact she had already suspected—

The Canghai Sect’s surviving Dao Palace Realm patriarch, the Dragon Mansion Realm Great Power they had supported for generations, and a Dragon Mansion Realm demon corpse!

Along with most of the Divine Platform Realm Elders and even a few Spirit Transformation Realm Elders...

They were all gone!

Most of them had been forcefully obliterated by that single punch!

Even the more powerful cultivators who were lucky enough not to die were captured by that senior.

Their fates were unknown!

In that instant, Luo Jinghong’s Heart Spirit wavered.

"The Canghai Sect... is completely finished."

The next moment, she watched the crumbling buildings of the Canghai Sect and muttered aloud.

A few Divine Platform Realm Elders from the Canghai Sect had survived, but they were all hiding like cowards, not daring to show themselves.

But a few Divine Platform Realm Elders were nowhere near enough to uphold the reputation of a top-tier Demonic Sect.

The remaining disciples were few and far between, even less capable of making a difference.

In time, once word of today’s events got out...

It was foreseeable that for a long time to come, the Canghai Sect would likely be forced out of the ranks of the top-tier sects.

From this moment on, the Five Demonic Sects would become the Four Demonic Sects!

And the cause of all this...

Was nothing more than a single punch.

Luo Jinghong felt dizzy. For a moment, she couldn’t even tell if this was reality or a dream.

She subconsciously raised her right hand, wanting to pinch her own fair, jade-like cheek to see if she was dreaming.

But just as she raised her hand, before she could do anything, a voice suddenly reached her ears.

"Jinghong! What are you doing?"

Luo Jinghong jolted. She lowered her hand and looked in the direction of the voice, and soon a person appeared before her.

It was a middle-aged man in a blue robe and cloth shoes. He was a bit disheveled, with a scruffy beard and graying hair, and he held a Wooden Sword.

His aura was heavy and profound.

His weathered face, however, held a hint of dashing unruliness.

"Elder Chen!"

Upon seeing him, Luo Jinghong immediately bowed in respect.

As one of the Celestial Sword Sect’s Sword Dao Seeds of this era, the exceptionally talented Luo Jinghong naturally had a Guardian to protect her during her training abroad.

This Sword Cultivator before her, surnamed Chen and at the Divine Platform Realm Ninth Layer, was the Guardian the Celestial Sword Sect had assigned to Luo Jinghong.

However, this man was used to his freedom and would occasionally wander off on his own while secretly protecting her.

Previously, Luo Jinghong had dared to travel to the North Sea alone and confront the behemoth that was the Canghai Sect.

Besides her confidence in her own strength, this Divine Platform Realm Ninth Layer Sword Cultivator was her greatest support.

"I sent you so many messages with the Sound Transmission Stone earlier, but you never replied. I almost thought something had happened to you."

The Chen Sword Cultivator frowned, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he spoke. "What are you doing here? This is the Canghai Sect’s territory."

"Your Elder Chen is only at the Divine Platform Realm. The Canghai Sect has Dao Palace Realm experts. If you provoked some old monster, even I couldn’t protect you..."

The Chen Sword Cultivator was in the middle of earnestly lecturing Luo Jinghong.

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, his Divine Thoughts swept out, as if he had discovered something.

He couldn’t help but raise his eyes to look.

And when he saw the immense, boundless fissure in the shape of a Fist Seal!

The Chen Sword Cultivator’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Then, he whipped his head around to look at Luo Jinghong!

"What in the world happened here?"

Luo Jinghong looked up and briefly explained the cause and effect to the Chen Sword Cultivator.

And then...

She saw her Elder, for the first time ever, with a stunned, disbelieving expression on his face.

"You’re saying someone obliterated the entire Canghai Sect with a single punch?"

"And in the process, also killed a host of the Canghai Sect’s Spirit Transformation and Divine Platform Realm Elders?"

"And even the Dao Palace Realm patriarch and that Dragon Mansion Realm Great Power didn’t escape?"

"That’s about right."

Luo Jinghong said, her expression complicated.

After standing stunned for a long time, the Chen Sword Cultivator slowly came back to his senses.

"Do you have any idea... who did this?"

he asked with a solemn expression.

"I suspect it was..."

Luo Jinghong hesitated slightly before speaking. "It should be that Great Xia Boxing Saint, the one whose ten-thousand-mile Sword Qi once clashed with our ancestor’s Divine Thoughts!"

"..."

Hearing this, the Chen Sword Cultivator immediately fell silent.

Luo Jinghong suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked, "Elder Chen! Why did you rush over to find me?"

Hearing this, the Chen Sword Cultivator immediately slapped his forehead, an urgent look on his face. "If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve almost forgotten!"

"On my way to the North Sea, I discovered the Bai Gu Enchantress of the White Bone Hall!"

"She’s heading toward the Canghai Sect right now. I was afraid you might run into her by accident, so I came to warn you."

"The Bai Gu Enchantress..."

Luo Jinghong frowned. "Elder Chen, which direction was the Bai Gu Enchantress coming from?"

"From the east."

Luo Jinghong said thoughtfully, "If it really was him, and he’s returning to the Xia Imperial City, he would most likely be heading in that direction too."

"Elder Chen, do you think it’s possible..."

The Chen Sword Cultivator froze for a second, his eyes flashing. He suddenly said, "Let’s go take a look."

With that, he transformed into a purple Escape Light, enveloped Luo Jinghong, and vanished into the distance.

A short while later.

On a vast, boundless plain.

Luo Jinghong and the Chen Sword Cultivator landed smoothly on the ground.

They stared at the devastation before them, their faces a mixture of complex emotions.

All around them, the ground was pockmarked with countless craters stretching in every direction.

Many of the craters still contained remnants of a tyrannical aura that made one’s Heart Spirit recoil.

The earth was churned, and shattered plants and trees were scattered everywhere.

Deep, shocking gullies scarred the landscape.

In the center was a colossal Palm Seal!

The faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.

On the ground, a shattered Gauze Canopy Sedan Chair Bed was particularly conspicuous.

Around the sedan chair bed were scattered pieces of pink, shattered bone.

"Red Powder Jade Bone, the Bai Gu Enchantress..."

The Chen Sword Cultivator’s figure flickered. He picked up a fragment of shattered bone from the ground and muttered under his breath.

His expression was filled with shock and bewilderment.

Luo Jinghong was the same.

Although neither of them knew exactly what had happened here, they already had a good guess.

The two looked at each other wordlessly, silent for a long time.

Luo Jinghong suddenly snapped back to reality. She glanced back in the direction of the Canghai Sect.

Then she looked at the pink bone fragments before her and couldn’t help but ask, "Elder Chen, do you think..."

"Could our Ancestor do this?"

The Chen Sword Cultivator paused, then answered with some uncertainty, "He probably could."

But Luo Jinghong thought to herself,

’If the old Ancestor used the Celestial Saint Sword, he should be able to do this as well.’

’But even if he could, the Ancestor would never do it. He wouldn’t rashly provoke the Five Demonic Sects!’

’In this world, someone who not only could do it, but would dare to do it...’

’...is probably only that person in the Xia Imperial City.’

...

The sun was setting on the western mountains, and a cool breeze began to rise.

Su Bai recalled the Demon Dragon into his Demon Taming Space and finally returned to the Imperial City.

For the past three days, he had been roaming the North Sea. While it had been relaxing, it lacked a certain warmth and human touch.

Seeing the bustling crowds and lively atmosphere of the Imperial City again, he instantly felt a sense of familiarity.

He didn’t delay, heading straight back to the prison and into the depths of the cavern.

’This time, it’s truly an unprecedented, massive harvest!’