As long as they did not die, there was hope. As long as they were not destroyed, they were the winners!
In the ancient calamity, the Great Collapse of the Heavens caused the Demon Race's experts to perish. After the Great Collapse of the Heavens, the Human Race turned against the Demon Race. The battle that established the Human Race as the main characters was the moment when the Demon Race was almost annihilated. To the Demon Race, it was a bloody battle that they had no chance of winning. Only in the end, the elites of each race would be selected. Escape into the mystic realm.
Preserve the last bit of vitality of the Demon Race, the last glimmer of hope for their rise. As long as they could preserve the Heavenly Demon Mystic Realm, it would be an invisible victory for the Demon Race at that time. Because they had won the last capital to turn the situation around. They were waiting for their descendants to come and take this great opportunity for their rise.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Demon's plan back then was indeed the only feasible way to preserve the seed. In the mystic realm, there was a small world of its own. With the Purple Lightning's sweet rain, it gave birth to sentience and continuously transformed into Demon Race. It helped the Demon Race to recuperate and accumulate strength.
It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.
However, the Heavenly Demon only wanted to recuperate. He did not expect that the mystic realm he created would open one after another, but not a single descendant of the Demon Race could obtain his inheritance. They could reopen the mystic realm and lead the large number of Demon Race members in the mystic realm back to the mainland where they had lived for generations.
The Demon Race's losses back then were too great. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the Human Race had continuously killed Demons for their cores and consumed the Demon Race's cores to increase their cultivation. For countless years, countless Demon Race ancestors had died because of this. The Demon Race declined even further. To this day, not a single Demon Race member could obtain his inheritance.
It even led to the current situation.
"Lord Heavenly Demon, do you know? We, the younger generation, have been waiting here for generations. But because of our lifespans, we had no choice but to step into the Demon Burial Mound and wait for our deaths. So many ancestors, so many Demon Race heroes, died in vain just like that. If Lord Heavenly Demon were still alive. I'm afraid you would cry. "
Hu looked up at the Purple Moon and the sweet rain falling from the Purple Moon. His eyes revealed a sorrowful expression.
"If I can't obtain the inheritance, I will also go to the Demon Burial Mound to accompany my ancestors."
Hearing his words, many Demon Race members around him with the same sorrowful expression. Obviously, he felt the same way.
There were great opportunities in the mystic realm, but to the descendants of the ancient Fey race who had retreated into the mystic realm, it was an indescribable sorrow. Back then, the Heaven Fey had sacrificed themselves to preserve the Fey race's fire. After they had retreated to the Secret Realm, he had sealed the passageway to the Secret Realm. No one could open the passageway unless they had a higher cultivation than him. They could only wait for this natural opening that only happened once every few thousand years. Only then would he be able to connect the secret realm to the Purple Gold Continent.
However, a small world was ultimately a small world. Furthermore, it was a small mystic realm that the Heavenly Demon had been forced to create in a hurry. Furthermore, it was a place where the legacy was to be established. Naturally, this small world couldn't compare to the Purple Gold Continent outside. The Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi here was really thin. It was fine when it was first opened, but after countless years, the Spirit Qi here was far from what it used to be.
Furthermore, there was a restriction in the mystic realm.
It was impossible to condense an Inner Core in this small world.
Although Hu and the other demons were all in human form, they did not have Inner Cores in their bodies. This was because they were limited by the Heaven and Earth. Without condensing an Inner Core, no matter how long a demon's lifespan was, they would still wither and die. This was the price they had to pay. It was lamentable and lamentable!
"I pray that someone can pass the legacy this time …."
"I pray that we can return to our ancestral land while we are still alive. We will die for the rise of the demon race. Even if we die, we will have no regrets …."
"Let us see our ancestral land once more …."
Countless Demonic Beasts knelt down and prayed to the Purple Moon. Their prayers contained a kind of ancient rhyme.
"This place is …."
Naturally, Di Shitian didn't know what these ancient demon descendants were praying to. The mystic realm was divided into two layers. One was on earth, and the other was in the sky. The first layer was for living beings to rest and recuperate, while the second layer was for the land of legacy.
Taking Di Shi Tian and the rest as an example, all the Demon Clan and Human Clan that entered the mystic realm from the outside, generally speaking, they would not appear in the place where the descendants of the Demon Clan could cultivate and live. They would appear together in the land of legacy. They would be tested by the Heavenly Demon. If nothing unexpected happened, they wouldn't know that there was another world in the mystic realm.
Di Shitian, on the other hand, had inexplicably paused in another layer of the mystic realm for a short while. What he saw and understood were great secrets that had never appeared before.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to explore, the mystic realm automatically sent him to another place.
Caught by the divine light, the scenery in front of him changed in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but be shocked.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! — — "
Cold murderous cries that shook the heavens and penetrated the nine hells poured into Di Shitian's ears. That murderous aura, that murderous power, didn't come from one person or a hundred people, but from tens of millions or trillions of living beings. The murderous cries that came from within his body.
Di Shitian tightly gripped the Tiger Soul that was connected to his bloodline. Even with his mental fortitude, he couldn't help but tremble violently at this moment. His expression changed, one of shock and disbelief.
In front of him was an ancient starry sky. He stood in this ancient starry space. Around him, there were countless tall figures. Boundless demonic aura shook the starry sky. Boundless murderous aura broke through the heavens. Demonic aura filled the entire starry sky, occupying half of the starry sky world. On countless stars, there were great demons that were thousands of feet tall and Demon Sages directly under their feet.
Tragic murderous aura burst out from their bodies. It was so strong that it made the starry sky tremble and countless stars fall. Countless Demon Race experts who could shatter stars with just their aura alone were densely packed in the starry sky. If one were to count carefully, there were probably no less than ten million demons formed by other Demon Kings and Great Demons. There were hundreds of millions of them.
Countless demons even revealed their true forms or spread out huge wings on their bodies. They held sharp battle blades in their hands. Their bodies were brimming with an indomitable and tragic aura.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! — — "
The same voice converged like a stream. With a roar, the starry sky was destroyed and stars fell.
"Tsk tsk! — — "
In front of the endless Demon Race army were countless Demon Gods that were densely packed like locusts. The demonic aura that burst out from these Demon Gods was not inferior to that of the Demon Race. It filled the starry sky and was on par with the demonic aura. It was truly terrifying. Each of these Demon Gods had a massive body that was hundreds or even thousands of feet tall.
They had terrifying appearances and were all different. Some had three heads and six arms, some had huge scorpion tails behind them, and so on. Each of them had the appearance of a Demon God and looked even more terrifying than the Demon Race. Of course, there were also Demon Gods that had a complete Dao form. The aura that these Demon Gods exuded could shatter the starry sky around them.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
The Demon Race and Demon Gods in the starry sky did not say anything. Amidst the sounds of killing, they waved their battle blades and charged forward recklessly. Hundreds of millions of Demon Race and Demon Gods fell like rain. A rain of blood floated on the battlefield.
In the starry sky, countless heaven-defying super powers penetrated the past and present, destroying the starry sky!
Countless stars were silently annihilated.
Demonic aura and demonic aura collided violently!
The starry sky was shattered, the sun and moon were tilted, and Xing He was reversed!
The Demon Race charged forward bravely. They were invincible. In the battle, Demon Race blood splattered everywhere. They were filled with boundless heroism. They did not retreat even when they fell.
The Demon Gods' demonic aura filled the sky and destroyed the firmament. They held the sun and moon with their palms and controlled the stars. Everywhere they passed, everything was annihilated. The Demon Race's might was as vast as Xing He.
On the battlefield, every strike had the terrifying power to destroy a star.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
Countless Monster Race cultivators rushed forward without hesitation. Their eyes were filled with incomparable determination. They were filled with the great determination to face death.
There was great terror between life and death!
Di Shitian stood in the starry sky battlefield and looked at the Blood of Heaven and Earth that was composed of the blood of hundreds of millions of Demon Race. There was an indescribable emotion surging out of his body and condensing in his chest.
In his mind, there was a strong urge to brandish Tiger Soul and fight alongside the Demon Race. There was endless hot blood surging crazily in his body. His blood was excited. Tiger Soul let out a series of tiger roars. It yearned to fight and fight.
However, the battle in front of him had long exceeded the limits of his cultivation. Whether it was the Demon Gods or the Demon Race, a casual attack could blast him into pieces. If he was slightly involved in the battle, the aftermath of the battle would be enough to tear his entire Demon Race into pieces. He did not even have the right to participate in the battle.
If he joined, he would die!
There was great terror between life and death. In a battle of equal strength, charging up to fight was killing the enemy. The enemy could easily poke him to death with a finger. Was there any value in charging up?
It was filled with the lofty sentiments, boundless bloodthirst, and the heart to die without regret. Di Shitian's blood was boiling, and he could not control it. However, he had a clear understanding of the consequences of charging up and fighting, so he forcefully suppressed the thought of fighting with the Demon Race army.
For a moment, his heart was constantly hesitating, struggling, and wavering.
The choice between life and death. It could be said to be the most difficult choice. Moreover, this was a situation where death was certain.
Rushing onto the battlefield, was it stupid, heroic, brave, or stupid?
"With my body, I stop the Demon Gods, even if I fall into the Nine Hells, I have no regrets! … … "
"With my blood, I summon all life, only I, the Demon God, whose blood is profound and yellow! … … "
"Lamenting the heavens … …"
Just as Di Shitian was hesitating between hot-bloodedness and reason, a series of tragic songs filled the sky. Countless Demon Gods fell from the sky and fought with their blood. There was only hot-bloodedness, only courage. Even if I die, my blood is profound and yellow.
"Roar!!"
Upon hearing the tragic song, Di Shitian's body suddenly became incomparably large. He was hundreds of feet tall, and he let out a determined tiger roar. His blood was boiling, and Tiger Soul was roaring. The divine light in his eyes flickered and fluctuated. Finally, an indescribable determination formed in his eyes.
"Bang bang bang!!"
Step by step, starlight paved the way under his feet, and a halo appeared. Tiger Soul filled the sky — —
Not to mention that Di Shitian was inexplicably sent to a battlefield in the stars and was in the midst of endless slaughter. Hundreds of thousands of human cultivators were guided by the divine light on North Night Island. Almost all of them did not hesitate to follow the guidance of the divine light and enter the huge vortex.
Once they entered, in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of them suddenly changed.
"Ah!! — — "
"Poof! Poof! Poof!! — — "
In just a moment, there was a series of mournful screams. At the same time, it was accompanied by the sound of blades piercing into bodies. Streaks of blood spurted out. Blood splattered across the sky.
"Save me, who can save me — —"
"Blades, there are blades everywhere. Quickly pull me out — — "
"Master — —"
Countless chaotic cries sounded one after another.
"Xin 'er, be careful. All of you, come to me. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Blade Prison. " A middle-aged man dressed like a Confucian scholar held a jade flute in his hand. His eyes revealed traces of elegance as he stood in the void. He waved the jade flute in his hand, and several balls of jade light immediately pulled two girls not far away to his side.
Of the two girls, one had a veil over her face, and the other was a petite girl. They had a strong youthful aura. They were none other than Qinxin and Xiao Die.
"Third Uncle!!" Kotomi nodded at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and looked around in surprise. "Is this the Blade Prison?"
"Yes, that's right. When I was young, your Third Uncle also heard about it from your grandfather." The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his long sleeves and looked around. His eyes were full of calmness as he said slowly, "This Sky Demon Mystic Realm is not simple. It's easy to enter, but difficult to leave. Every time a few hundred thousand people enter, I'm afraid that not even ten thousand can leave. Here, the Sky Demon Mystic Realm is a complete death trap. I only remember your grandfather mentioning that there are several checkpoints in the mystic realm that require one to use one's life and flesh to pass. The most well-known one is the Mountain of Blades and Sea of Flames. "
"Mountain of Blades and Sea of Flames?" Kotomi's eyes narrowed slightly. She stroked the zither in her hand and her expression returned to its usual calmness. Her face was cold and her mind gradually calmed down. This showed that her mental state cultivation was extraordinary for her to be able to regain her composure so quickly. Such a state of mind needed to be nurtured.
How could one nurture it?
The zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting could all cultivate one's mind.
"The Mountain of Blades is this Blade Prison." The middle-aged Confucian scholar explained calmly, "This is not an ordinary Blade Prison. It hasn't been activated yet. According to what I know, once it's activated, the Blade Prison's Blade Qi will sweep across. Everywhere it passes, thousands of living beings will be instantly cut into thousands of pieces. If one dies here, they will never be able to rise again. What's even stranger is that the souls of the dead will turn into bloodthirsty demonic blades in the Blade Prison. It's extremely terrifying. Each time, more than 30% of the cultivators who enter will die in the Blade Prison. "
"What? Turning souls into bloodthirsty demonic blades? That's so terrifying. " Xiao Die followed beside him and pricked up her ears to listen. When she heard this, she could not help but exclaim and look down.
There were many blood-red battle sabers in the surroundings. The sabers were emitting a strange blood-red light. The blood-red light was filled with a bloodthirsty aura. Those blood sabers were all pointed upwards. Once they landed, countless holes would be created on the spot, sucking one's blood and devouring one's soul.
There were almost countless blood sabers. At a glance, there were such terrifying blood sabers everywhere. Judging from their location, they seemed to be at the foot of a mountain.
The mountain was a saber mountain.
Countless blood sabers were piled up and slanted upwards. They were probably more than 10,000 feet tall. It was as if it was a demonic blade that was formed by countless blood sabers. Soaring saber Qi pierced through the world. It blocked in front of all the cultivators. If they did not pass through the saber mountain, they would not be able to see the path ahead.
There were no shortcuts.
If there was a way to cross, they would have to walk through the saber mountain. Looking at the saber mountain, the saber Qi continued to sweep and let out countless piercing sounds. One could feel that the saber mountain was definitely not easy to cross. If they wanted to cross, sure, they would have to pay with their lives.
"This is the saber mountain of the Blade Prison. We are only at the foot of the mountain. If we want to cross, we have to climb from here. However, the higher the mountain, the stronger the saber Qi is and the more terrifying it is. When we reach the peak, the saber Qi is strong enough to crush Core Formation cultivators easily. Therefore, after crossing the saber mountain, there is a saying that one inch of saber mountain, one inch of blood. We must not be careless. " The middle-aged Confucian looked at the saber mountain calmly. He exhaled softly and said, "Furthermore, we must not fly on the saber mountain."
"What happens if we fly?" Xiao Die asked curiously.
"If you want to know, just look for yourself." The middle-aged Confucian smiled faintly and did not say anything, indicating for them to look forward.
At that moment, a large number of cultivators were standing at the foot of the mountain in the Blade Prison. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred thousand cultivators. The cultivators who fell into the countless sabers and were pierced with countless saber holes did not know what was going on in the Secret Realm. They fell into the saber blades and died unjustly.
They could still see the miserable state of their corpses. There were thousands of such corpses.
However, now that there were cultivators standing on the mountain, the cultivators who came later could help each other. No unlucky cultivators fell into the saber again.
A large number of cultivators gathered at the foot of the saber mountain and looked at it.
At that moment, no one dared to move forward. Clearly, they did not dare to act rashly.
However, at this moment, a rather handsome young cultivator shouted as if he wanted to show off in front of the other cultivators, "It's just a saber mountain. I can fly over easily. Watch me, Wang Ju, open the way for everyone. "
After saying that, he waved his hand and a spirit boat appeared in front of him. He quickly rushed onto the spirit boat and drove it into the sky with an excited look on his face. He wanted to fly over the saber mountain and cross it.
That action attracted the gazes of many cultivators.
When he saw that everyone's gazes were on him, Wang Ju was excited and wanted to show off. He pushed the spirit boat to its limits. He turned into a spirit light and charged out.
[When it comes to the main plot, I need to think about it carefully and organize my thoughts. Feel free to do so. Writing is a little slow. I'll resume tomorrow.]
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