Immortal of the Nine Realms

The vast, gray world swirled with tumbling underworld yin qi.

Even the mindless Yin demons nearby instinctively knew to seek fortune and avoid disaster, fleeing far away from this place. In their eyes, this area had already transformed into a forbidden zone.

Enter, and you would surely die!

Far too many powerhouses were unleashing the full power they had accumulated over their lifetimes, solely to claim the heads of their enemies. The intermingling of various combat aftershocks made this place look as if it had become the eye of a storm.

The battle expanded to encompass nearly ten thousand miles! Every few dozen miles, small groups of powerful experts could be found locked in fierce combat.

By this point, the Ancient Demon had already indifferently received the first wave of attacks from the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower. A full one hundred and eight third-step Limit Breakings led over a thousand Limit Breaking powerhouses to launch a ferocious assault against the Ancient Demon.

The divine abilities and techniques they executed all originated from the divine abilities of the past, immediately allowing the Ancient Demon to realize something.

"So that's how it is."

As understanding dawned in the Ancient Demon's eyes, he had no time to think meticulously either. Instead, he erupted with wild laughter, advancing rather than retreating as he charged straight into the surging, turbulent tide.

In just the first clash, more than a hundred Limit Breaking Yin Soldiers were torn to shreds by him. Among those were even several third step Limit Breaking combatants!

Sky-blotting demonic flames burned ragingly upon the Ancient Demon's body. Wherever he passed, not a blade of grass remained! Saint Jinyang and the others' confidence rose, and they began focusing on dealing with their own immediate situations.

"His courage matches his supreme skills. Facing over a thousand half-step Heavenly Dao entities, he can still take the initiative to attack. Is this the strength of a Half Saint?"

Motian Dizang had remained completely still all this time, standing right beside Fang Chen.

Her life was bound to Fang Chen. They shared both honor and ruin. Thus, amid such a chaotic situation, the best choice was for her to protect Fang Chen and prevent anyone from exploiting an opening. Besides, today's battlefield was hardly lacking a single half-step Heavenly Dao like herself.

Among the powerhouses the Ancient Demon had just casually torn to shreds, many were significantly more powerful than she was.

"What he said wasn't wrong either. A Half-Saint may only have the word 'Saint' attached to their title, but that word makes all the difference. Ordinary Limit Breaking cultivators simply cannot deal with a Half-Saint. It has nothing to do with numbers."

Fang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying the entire battlefield. He wasn't merely watching the battle between the Ancient Demon and those Limit Breaking Yin Soldiers. He was also observing the duels of the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire, Saint Jinyang, and the rest.

Fortunately, aside from the Ancient Demon, the others held no advantage whatsoever. As long as they could beat the Ancient Demon, victory would be theirs.

Motian Dizang's thoughts stirred. "You believe that his methods cannot be sustained for very long?"

Seeing countless Yin Soldiers being continuously slaughtered by the Ancient Demon while Fang Chen remained completely unmoved, she suddenly thought of the black water upon the Ancient Demon's body. That black water, produced from cultivating a flawed Inner Domain, was the sole weakness shared by the Ancient Demon and the others.

Fang Chen nodded. "With our current strength, defeating a Half-Saint is exceptionally difficult. The gap between major realms is no joke. Our only possibility of defeating them lies within themselves. The Old Master and the others said that the Inner Domains of these existences are tainted with the death qi of Ancient Forbidden Zones. Saint Jinyang and the others only dare stand at the threshold of this path. They don't dare take that final step. Yet the Ancient Demon crossed it. That means he either truly went mad or he possesses some kind of trump card that minimizes the influence of that power upon him.

"But even then, it can only minimize the effects. As long as he utilizes his strength, he will absolutely be affected by it. Otherwise, there would be no need for him to remain dormant for so many years."

Motian Dizang nodded. "That is indeed the case."

Time ticked away, minute by minute, second by second. On this level of combat, every single breath of time would produce immense transformations.

Shao Mengyuan held the God Slaying Sword and chased down the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire, his laugh ringing through the battlefield.

"First emperor of the Black Sun Empire, don't you dare run!"

Their respective forces were also locked in a fierce struggle. Yet overall, the God Slaying Army actually held the upper hand.

Whether it was the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire or the human cultivators, everyone could now understand why the God Slaying Army had consistently been one of the Demon Race's principal guardian forces. Only by being powerful to such an extent could it become the underlying confidence of a massive race.

The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire glanced back. "Junior, you are bullying people too much!"

Shao Mengyuan was chasing him down with a thoroughly ferocious expression, even revealing a frenzied smile upon his face, driving him half-dead with rage for a moment.

To think that he, a dignified Half-Saint of the Nether Ruins era whose methods far surpassed the current mass-murdering Ancient Demon, was now being pursued like this by a mere junior. Unable to swallow this humiliation, he turned around and exchanged a few moves with Shao Mengyuan. In the end, he had one arm severed and could only continue to flee.

It matters not, as long as I wait for the situation on Master's side to stabilize, someone will naturally free up their hands to deal with this junior, the first emperor of the Black Sun consoled himself.

At the same time, he glanced toward the Yin puppets, which were being suppressed. A trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes. They had failed to live up to expectations.

Elsewhere, Lang Daochun continuously pulled out all kinds of spiritual treasures from his person, launching a frantic bombardment against Shi Xinghai. His own strength wasn't weak either, and he still had plenty of strength to spare against Shi Xinghai, who held the True King Sword.

The four ninth-transformation immortals under Shi Xinghai's command repeatedly wanted to step forward to help. However, Chen Feifei and the others never gave them a chance, rendering them useless in this battle.

"Doing this will only exhaust the heritage of the Nine Realms. For the sake of a dead realm, is it worth it? The root of our race lies within the Supreme Qingming Alliance!"

Shi Xinghai dodged an embroidered shoe Lang Daochun had thrown at him. He instinctively froze for a moment before roaring in fury at Lang Daochun. "Did you perhaps forget that I am of the Demon Race?!"

Lang Daochun threw out another embroidered shoe. "So what if you are? Aren't our two races in exactly the same situation now? You ought to make the correct choice!"

Shi Xinghai evaded once more, shouting coldly. "You are far too eager for quick success and instant benefits. Even if we are to return to the Supreme Qingming Alliance, we will not use this method to return."

Lang Daochun sneered. "The elders are all plotting this matter. A mere junior like you actually dares to make decisions on behalf of the Human Race? Back during the Nether Ruins era, your Shi family's status within the Human Race wasn't anywhere near that high either."

Shi Xinghai said heavily, "Heroes are not judged by the past. The past is the past, and the present is the present. The Shi family controls the True Immortal path, and ought to be the number one in the Nine Realms."

Immediately following that, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot. To his astonishment, a pair of embroidered shoes had somehow appeared on his feet! And they were completely mismatched with the shape and size of his feet. They were women's shoes. Now that they were forcibly squeezed onto his feet despite being the wrong size, the pain was naturally excruciating.

A flash of fury flickered within Shi Xinghai's eyes. "What kind of spiritual treasure is this?"

"Why do you care? Now that you've put on these tight shoes, let's see how you're still going to dodge."

Lang Daochun burst into a loud laugh, throwing out yet another pile of spiritual treasures.

Shi Xinghai tried to dodge, only to discover that his speed had been restricted!

Left with no other choice, he could only withstand the attacks head-on, using the True King Sword to contend against these spiritual treasures.

He was fundamentally just a ninth-transformation immortal. When it came down to direct, no-holds-barred confrontation, no matter how powerful the True King Sword was, his endurance could never compare to a genuine Limit Breaker like Lang Daochun.

Seeing that Shi Xinghai could only passively take a beating, the various ninth-transformation experts of the Upper Three Realms immediately felt as if they were injected with chicken blood, their attacks growing fiercer.

***

Motiang Dizang's expression was incomparably grave. "You have already lost about three hundred Yin Soldiers..."

"But he isn't having an easy time either," Fang Chen replied.

The Ancient Demon was indeed still slaughtering freely, yet many wounds had also appeared upon his body. At the same time, he had already opened his Inner Domain, drawing upon the power within unceasingly.

While obtaining power, the Ancient Demon's expression also began to turn increasingly ferocious.