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Chapter 113: All Demons of the World, Behold My Xiahou (Subscribe Now)
Chapter 113: All Demons of the World, Behold My Xiahou (Subscribe Now)
In a dim underground palace, Moyang Magus stared at the intelligence before him, his expression changing drastically.
"Has Xiahou Yuan left the Great Abyss?" Moyang Magus's face turned grim. As one of the Nine Great Maguses under Xiahou Yuan in the past, he knew better than anyone the terror that Xiahou Yuan invoked.
He was an existence that brought despair to all demon lords in the world. Even a Ninth Realm Magus would tremble before Xiahou Yuan and dare not defy him.
This was not because Xiahou Yuan's strength far surpassed that of a Ninth Realm Magus, but because he had an innate ability to suppress all demon lords, much like how a mouse would cower before a cat.
Even if this mouse were larger than the cat, it would still dare not rebel. It was a fear engraved deep within their souls.
Twenty-five years ago, Moyang Magus had witnessed Xiahou Yuan being suppressed by Tianjianzi and cast into the eighteenth layer of the Great Abyss. He had heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that his good days were finally here and that without Xiahou Yuan's restraint, he could do as he pleased.
Even if he couldn't defeat Tianjianzi and the Tianjian Sect, surely he could escape them? In the vastness of the Five Realms, what could those righteous warriors do to him?
"Useless!"
"Tianjianzi, you useless fool!!"
"I gave you an opportunity, but you were too incompetent to seize it!!!"
Moyang Magus was filled with regret. It had been such a perfect opportunity.
"But how did Xiahou Yuan escape from the eighteenth layer of the Great Abyss? Could it be that Nuanshu used some sort of method?" Moyang Magus forced himself to calm down.
In the first few years after Xiahou Yuan's suppression, he had secretly observed the Great Abyss from a distance for a period of time. Only after confirming that the eighteenth layer of the Great Abyss was truly an inescapable heavenly net did he leave reassured.
"Never mind."
"Even if Xiahou Yuan really has escaped the Great Abyss."
"The first person he'll look for is probably Tianjianzi of the Tianjian Sect."
Moyang Magus thought to himself. After all, in terms of grudges, Tianjianzi had disrupted Xiahou Yuan's mental state using 'Bai Qing'er' and then suppressed him. Their enmity ran deep as an ocean.
If Xiahou Yuan had truly escaped, he would undoubtedly rush to the Tianjian Sect for revenge, regardless of the cost.
And as for them, the demon lords, they could naturally sit back and watch the tiger fight the wolf, and if the opportunity presented itself, they could even fish in troubled waters.
In the Central Realm...
At the Tianjian Sect...
The peaks were majestic.
The clouds and mist were ethereal.
It was like a celestial paradise on earth.
This was the mountain gate of the Tianjian Sect, the place in the Central Realm where the heavenly and earthly elemental energies were the most concentrated.
Cultivating here, one could easily break through to the Third Realm and Fourth Realm without taking any pills, as long as one's talent was decent.
"Has Xiahou Yuan come out?"
In the grand hall atop the peak, a white-haired man showed a hint of surprise.
He was Tianjianzi, and during that battle twenty-five years ago, he had indeed used underhanded means to disrupt Xiahou Yuan's mental state with 'Bai Qing'er'.
But if he hadn't had the strength to rival Xiahou Yuan, then no matter what he did, it would have been futile.
"Interesting."
A smile appeared on Tianjianzi's face.
Ever since he had defeated and suppressed Xiahou Yuan twenty-five years ago, he had felt the great fortune of the heavens upon him, and his cultivation had continuously progressed. Now, he was just half a step away from breaking through the Ninth Realm and entering the Tenth Realm, a realm that only a handful of people had entered in countless millennia.
Therefore, Tianjianzi wasn't overly worried about the news of Xiahou Yuan's escape.
In fact, he was even a little pleased.
Twenty-five years ago, he had indeed resorted to despicable means to defeat Xiahou Yuan.
But now, Tianjianzi was confident that he could crush Xiahou Yuan openly and fairly.
Deep within the Tianjian Sect...
In a picturesque valley...
A woman dressed in white, looking ethereal, sat in a pavilion.
"Big Brother Xiahou," Bai Qing'er said, a little dazed. She, too, had learned of Xiahou Yuan's escape from the Great Abyss.
"Back then, it was I who wronged you," Bai Qing'er said, her expression complex. She had pretended to be a descendant of the Bai family, approached Xiahou Yuan, and successfully gained his trust.
Then, at the critical moment, she had stabbed him in the back.
Logically speaking, no matter which perspective one looked at it from, Bai Qing'er was not in the wrong. After all, everything she had done was for the sake of eradicating the demonic path and bringing peace to the world.
But as time passed, Bai Qing'er felt increasingly guilty.
Over the past few decades, Xiahou Yuan's unwavering trust in her had weighed heavily on Bai Qing'er's conscience.
"I don't regret it."
"Even if I had a hundred chances, I wouldn't regret it."
Bai Qing'er's eyes gradually hardened with determination.
In the Northern Realm, near its western border...
The temperature here was relatively high, making it suitable for the survival of all living beings.
"Your Honor, this mountain stronghold is the base I've set up. We can rest here," Nun Huifa said as she led Lin Yuan into a house within the mountain stronghold.
Nun Huifa had one more thing to say: this stronghold was the last base she had at her disposal.
In the beginning, when Xiahou Yuan was first suppressed twenty-five years ago, there were still quite a few demon lords in the demonic path who were willing to follow her.
But after several failed attempts to rescue Xiahou Yuan, the resources and power under Nun Huifa's control had gradually diminished.
After all, Nun Huifa was not a Ninth Realm Magus, and because she wanted to rescue Xiahou Yuan, she had become the target of suppression by all the righteous forces.
Upon learning that the chances of rescuing Xiahou Yuan were slim, those demon lords naturally realized that following Nuanshu would lead to nothing.
Self-serving by nature, most of the demon lords would inevitably flee when disaster struck.
"Understood." Lin Yuan nodded slightly, satisfied with his surroundings, especially compared to the harsh conditions in the Great Abyss. The abundant heavenly and earthly energies here were like paradise to him.
"I'll be going into seclusion for a while. Don't disturb me unless it's important," he instructed.
This period of seclusion was meant for Lin Yuan to prepare for his breakthrough to the Fifth Realm.
"Yes, Master," Nun Huifa acknowledged solemnly, thinking that Xiahou Yuan was injured and needed to recuperate after being suppressed in the eighteenth layer of the Great Abyss for twenty-five years. She assumed that he must have suffered greatly to be able to kill an Eighth Realm cultivator like Jiang Jianke.
Entering the house, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed. "Fifth Realm," he mused. During his two decades in the eighteenth layer of the Great Abyss, he had spent most of his time pondering the path to the Fifth Realm.
"There shouldn't be any problems," he concluded after half a day. "But this Xiahou Yuan truly has extraordinary talent."
Lin Yuan's thoughts turned inward as he reflected on Xiahou Yuan's memories. In the path of the demonic way, Xiahou Yuan possessed astounding talent, and he seemed to have an innate ability to suppress other demon lords.
"Continue restoring my strength. Reach the peak of the Fourth Realm, then break through to the Fifth Realm," he decided, his determination unwavering as he continued his cultivation.
Instantly, the heavenly and earthly energies within a radius of several dozen miles rushed towards Lin Yuan's mountain stronghold like a whirlpool.
News of Xiahou Yuan's escape from the Great Abyss sent shockwaves throughout the Five Realms. It was impossible to keep such a secret, especially since the guardian of the Great Abyss was still alive. Even if the guardian had perished, the Great Abyss was periodically inspected.
The righteous forces, naturally, were alarmed, instinctively recalling the fear of being dominated by Xiahou Yuan. Many veteran demon lords who had experienced his tyranny two to three decades ago were filled with dread, well aware of his formidable power.
However, demon lords born in the past two to three decades were less concerned. Freedom and independence were highly valued among demon lords, and the newer ones believed that even if Xiahou Yuan had been invincible in the demonic path back then, his strength would have diminished after being suppressed for so long.
They wondered how much of his power remained—one-tenth? One-fifth? Or even one-third? A few ambitious demon lords even saw this as an opportunity. To most of them, Xiahou Yuan was like a demonic obstacle. If they could defeat him now, they would completely replace his position from two to three decades ago and become the supreme leader of countless demon lords in the Five Realms.
This idea spread like wildfire among the demon lords, especially the newer ones. Over the past two to three decades, they had heard countless legends about Xiahou Yuan, and the prospect of shattering those legends and becoming new legends themselves was enticing.
Outside the mountain stronghold where Lin Yuan resided, figures began to gather, their presence shrouded in darkness. These were demon lords, their auras heavy and oppressive, indicating their mastery of demonic powers.
"Is this the last place Xiahou Yuan was seen?" asked a sinister young man at the forefront, his hands clasped behind his back. He introduced himself as 'Bian Mao', a demonic genius who had risen to prominence in the past two decades. Possessing Eighth Realm peak strength, he was known as the Little Demon Lord.
The title of Demon Lord was bestowed upon those who reached the Ninth Realm, and Bian Mao's potential to attain that realm was evident.
"Bian Mao, are you sure you want to hunt down Xiahou Yuan? He was a legendary figure who was nearly invincible in the world twenty-five years ago," a hoarse voice cautioned from the shadows.
"If Yin Shi Liu dares, why should I, Bian Mao, be afraid?" Bian Mao replied with a cold laugh.
Yin Shi Liu was a notorious demon lord whose reputation was almost on par with Bian Mao's. He was an expert assassin, once famously injuring a Ninth Realm powerhouse. Although it was a sneak attack, his ability to wound a Ninth Realm cultivator was undeniable.
"Alright, that's enough bickering," a crisp female voice rang out, cutting through the wind like the sound of a bell.
Suddenly, a young girl in a light green dress emerged, stretching lazily before jumping down from a nearby boulder. She had been sitting on the rock, observing the activity in the distant mountain fortress.
"This time, the three of us are joining forces to hunt Xiahou Yuan; it's a big deal. If we succeed, we'll be the next leaders of the Demon Path in the Five Realms." The girl rarely showed such seriousness.
"But if we fail..." She trailed off, choosing not to finish her sentence.
"Relax," a voice assured. "With our combined strength and hundreds of followers, as long as Xiahou Yuan hasn't regained his peak Ninth Realm power, he's as good as dead. Even if he has, at worst, we can abandon our followers and still have a chance to escape."
Yin Shi Liu, with his usual calm demeanor, spoke up.
As his words echoed, shadows from all directions stirred, and figures emerged simultaneously. These figures exuded an aura of the Seventh Realm, and when their powers intertwined, they formed a formidable array. Together, they could take down an Eighth Realm expert and even challenge a Ninth Realm powerhouse.
And that was without considering the three Eighth Realm peak geniuses, whose talents rivaled even the Ninth Realm Demon Lords.
"It's about time," the sinister youth, Bian Mao, said as he glanced at the distant mountain fortress. "Let's begin."
"Something feels off." In the depths of the mountain fortress, in front of the house where Lin Yuan was secluded, Nun Huifa was always on guard. But at this moment, she sensed impending danger.
"Could this stronghold have been discovered?" Nun Huifa's heart skipped a beat.
It was indeed possible. Ever since Xiahou Yuan's suppression, her available resources had dwindled, and even her carefully established strongholds were no longer impenetrable.
"No, I must see His Honor. We need to leave immediately," Nun Huifa decided, her guard up. But just as she was about to knock on the door, she hesitated.
What if her actions disturbed His Honor's recovery and caused his injuries to worsen? She would be guilty of a grave offense.
Just as Nun Huifa was indecisive, several figures in black retreated hastily. They were her remaining followers.
"What's happening?" Nun Huifa sensed that something was amiss.
"We're surrounded," one of her followers said in a low voice.
"Surrounded?" Nun Huifa's expression turned grim. How had they been surrounded so quickly?
Patter, patter, patter.
The soft sound of footsteps approached. Unbeknownst to them, hundreds of figures had already surrounded the house within the mountain fortress. These figures had a subtle connection, as if their hearts were linked, and they had mastered a powerful combined attack technique.
"Show yourself!" Realizing that retreat was impossible, Nun Huifa braced herself.
"So, you are the loyal Warm Guard, one of Xiahou Yuan's thirty-six guards from the past?" A sinister youth stepped forward, his interest piqued as he eyed Nun Huifa. Having not experienced Xiahou Yuan's era, he felt no fear.
"If I'm not mistaken, your master is in that house, right?" he continued, his tone challenging.
"How dare you!" Nun Huifa's anger surged, and she glared at the sinister youth. "Who do you think you are, Bian Mao, to address His Honor so casually?"
Nun Huifa recognized Bian Mao, the young Demon Lord with the highest potential to reach the Ninth Realm.
"Nun Huifa, times have changed," Bian Mao replied, his expression turning cold. "The era of Xiahou Yuan is long gone."
A cold smile played on his lips as he added, "No more idle chatter. Let's begin."
The girl in the light green dress appeared alongside Yin Shi Liu, and a deep aura suddenly spread, enveloping the entire mountain fortress.
Just as Bian Mao, the girl in green, Yin Shi Liu, and their hundreds of followers were about to strike— Creak!
The wooden door behind Nun Huifa opened, and a gentle voice asked, "What's all this ruckus?"
A foot stepped out, followed by the appearance of a tall man from within the house.
"Is that Xiahou Yuan?" Even though they had anticipated this possibility, Bian Mao and the others still felt their hearts race. This was a legend from two to three decades ago! "Kill!" Bian Mao, Yin Shi Liu, and the girl in green steeled their resolve.
Even if it was Xiahou Yuan, they would not hesitate. This was not thirty years ago, and they were determined to hunt down this former legend.
Lin Yuan stood at a distance, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Thud! In an instant, within a radius of ten miles and beyond, all Demon Path cultivators—be they of the Seventh, Eighth, or even Ninth Realm—could not help but kneel and tremble.
All demons in the world must bow before Xiahou.
(End of Chapter)
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