Chapter 338: Yonggu

Chapter 338: Yonggu

February 4th, 2025

Demon Realm.

Within the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court.

The Hananhai Demon Emperor's expression was somber, and the arm that had been severed earlier was now completely restored to its original state.

For a powerful being at the level of a Demon Emperor, regenerating from a drop of blood was a trivial matter, let alone restoring a severed arm.

If the severed arm had been completely destroyed in battle, it might have been a bit troublesome for the Hananhai Demon Emperor to forge a new arm.

After all, regrowing a limb is not as simple as it seems.

To forge an arm and restore it to its peak condition is no easy task.

The Demon Emperor's physical body.

Had already been tempered for thousands of years.

Every drop of blood.

Every piece of flesh.

Was imbued with infinite divine might.

If the arm were truly destroyed, the new limb that grew from the blood and flesh would be fragile and couldn't compare to its peak condition.

This was the reason.

Why the Hananhai Demon Emperor took the severed arm with him.

With the severed arm.

His recovery would be much easier.

But without it, things would become more complicated.

"Gu Qingfeng!"

"I never expected that in this decadent age, the human race would still have such profound foundations. No wonder, after all these years, they have never been able to conquer the Primeval Ancient World.

Indeed, this ancient world has an awe-inspiring foundation that no other world can match!"

The Hananhai Demon Emperor's eyes turned slightly cold.

The battle in the Primeval Ancient World made him deeply aware of the terrifying foundation of this ancient world.

In comparison.

The other worlds in the chaos pale in significance when compared to the Primeval Ancient World.

Since the end of the war ten million years ago.

The Demon Clan seemed to have gone into seclusion within the Demon Realm, showing no signs of activity.

But the truth was different.

Over the years.

Although the Demon Clan hadn't made a move on the Primeval Ancient World, countless small worlds had emerged from the vast chaos, each with their own cultivators.

And these small worlds.

Became the targets of the Demon Clan.

To be blunt.

Over the years, the Demon Realm had conquered countless small worlds, secretly amassing a terrifying foundation.

This was the reason.

Why, after ten million years.

The Demon Clan had the confidence to make another move on the Primeval Ancient World.

Unfortunately.

The Demon Clan's initial battle ended in a crushing defeat.

Gu Qingfeng's strength made the Hananhai Demon Emperor feel deeply apprehensive.

Although he was aware that his defeat was due to the imperial-grade artifact in Gu Qingfeng's possession, the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court, with its profound foundation, also possessed such artifacts.

However, the problem lay in.

The cost of engaging in a life-and-death battle with a being of this caliber. Even if the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court deployed their imperial-grade artifacts to suppress him, they would have to pay a tremendous price.

The Hananhai Demon Emperor was unwilling to engage in a battle that would result in mutual destruction with Gu Qingfeng at this time.

He was waiting.

For the right moment.

"A single Empire Aspirant cannot stir up much trouble. When the other Demon Emperors of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court awaken, it will be the true end of the Primeval Ancient World.

At that time, our Demon Clan will offer sacrifices to the heavens and all living beings, and we will take that final step!"

The Hananhai Demon Emperor's eyes flashed with an intense light, and his expression became slightly agitated.

This era.

Was the Demon Clan's last chance.

And this opportunity.

Would lay the foundation for the Demon Clan's eternal glory.

With this thought.

The Hananhai Demon Emperor's anger subsided.

A temporary victory or defeat.

Meant nothing.

The Hananhai Demon Emperor turned his gaze towards the direction of the Jieyu Channel, where countless Demons were pouring into the Primeval Ancient World, seemingly endless.

For the Demon Clan, numbers were their greatest advantage.

Moreover, over the years, the Demon Clan had occupied numerous small worlds, turning them into breeding grounds for Demons.

As a result.

The Demon Clan's numbers had reached a staggering level.

Furthermore.

In places unseen by other cultivators, vast amounts of blood-colored Slaughter Qi were converging towards the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court, eventually settling in a specific location.

"Kill! In the end, only our Demon Clan will emerge victorious!"

A faint smile appeared on the Hananhai Demon Emperor's face, and he took a deep breath. Countless blood-colored Slaughter Qi surged towards him, and the previously weakened aura was now visibly recovering.

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Outside Zhenyao Immortal City.

On the battlefield between the two races.

Countless Demons were pouring out of the Jieyu Channel, launching an assault on Zhenyao Immortal City.

On the human side.

Led by the ten thousand-strong Zhenmo Army, numerous troops formed an impenetrable defense, blocking every invading Demon.

As soon as the two sides clashed, a fierce battle erupted.

Protected by the human formation, countless Demons were instantly torn apart, their physical bodies exploding into a bloody mist.

Even so, it was hard to forgive them.

These Demons were fearless and relentless in their attacks on the Human Clan.

Gu Qingfeng observed the fierce battle, his gaze slightly focused.

"The Demon Clan highly values bloodlines, and higher-ranked bloodlines exert absolute suppression over lower-ranked ones!"

"The fearless nature of these Demons is due to the command of higher-ranked bloodline Demons!"

The power of bloodlines.

In fact, it's quite similar to the Human Clan.

The difference lies in...

The Human Clan doesn't have the concept of bloodline suppression.

But the Demon Clan is different.

For instance, Demons with the bloodline of Yaoshuai naturally suppress those with lower bloodlines or cultivation levels.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

Take two Yaoshuai of the same Dao Palace Realm; one with a common Yaoshuai bloodline and the other with a higher-ranked Demon Lord bloodline.

Although the latter has some suppression over the former, it's impossible to force them to serve unconditionally.

After all, Demons of the same cultivation level possess some resistance to bloodline suppression.

However, if both bloodline and cultivation are insufficient, it's a different story.

Currently, among the invading Demons, the strongest cultivator has reached the Half-Saint Realm, indicating that there's at least one Demon Lord commanding them.

Otherwise, it's inconceivable to have these Half-Saint Realm Demons fighting so fiercely.

"Blood-stained battle robes, vowing to slay Demons!"

Jiang Nanfeng roared, and his Yanyue Blade slashed down with the might of splitting the heavens. A Yaoshuai of the Dao Palace Realm paled, wanting to dodge but finding himself locked in by a terrifying blade intent.

Before this Demon could react, a chill ran through its body, and its massive physical body split in two, perishing instantly.

This scene greatly boosted the Zhenmo Army's morale.

"Slay Demons, protect our lands!"

"Kill!"

The Zhenmo Army roared, their blood boiling, intensifying their attacks against the Demons.

"You insignificant ants, how dare you be so bold!"

At that moment, a Half-Saint Demon coldly smiled and took a step forward, bringing with it a terrifying pressure. It intended to subdue Jiang Nanfeng completely.

But in the next breath, this Half-Saint Demon's expression changed, its body stiffened, and it froze in midair.

Then, a palm crossed the void, grabbing the Demon and instantly vanishing it from sight.

At the same time, in Zhenyao Immortal City.

The Half-Saint Demon appeared here, its body trembling and filled with fear.

It wanted to beg for mercy, but under Gu Qingfeng's terrifying aura, even opening its mouth was impossible.

"Half-Saint Demon, let me see what gives you such audacity!"

Gu Qingfeng's divine sense moved, directly invading the Half-Saint Demon's sea of consciousness, uncovering all its hidden memories in an instant.

Not a single detail was missed!

A blood-stained, shattered world!

A massive nest made of countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Countless corpses of humans and other sentient beings were hung upside down, with newborn Demons tearing open their abdomens and crawling out.

Afterwards, these newborn Demons devoured the bodies that gave them life and crawled towards other newborns.

A slaughter ensued within the nest.

Ninety percent of the newborn Demons became food for their peers.

Finally, this batch of newborn Demons, after consuming many of their kin, left the nest.

Then, an endless battle began.

The vast world seemed like a breeding ground for Yongan, with newborn Demons acting like Yongan bugs, fighting each other relentlessly.

When a Demon emerged from this endless slaughter, it would be guided into the Demon Realm, accepted by the Demon Clan, and become one of them.

The Half-Saint Demon before Gu Qingfeng was once such a Yongan King, surviving the battle of a million kin and eventually reaching the Half-Saint Realm.

Furthermore, in this Half-Saint Demon's memories, Gu Qingfeng witnessed more worlds.

These worlds shared a common trait: all sentient beings became nourishment for the Demon Clan.

A moment later, Gu Qingfeng's divine sense moved, and the Half-Saint Demon's body seemed to turn to ashes, leaving only a Half-Saint Realm Neidan behind.

"No wonder the Demon Clan fears no death or injury; they have countless worlds supporting them!"

"The so-called Demon Realm is not the entirety of the Demon Clan's foundation..."

Gu Qingfeng's expression turned solemn.

He never expected it.

The depth and heritage of the Demon Clan were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

In the vast and chaotic universe, it was not surprising for other worlds to come into existence.

However, compared to the humans of the Primeval Ancient World, who only focused on a small portion of their realm, the Demon Clan had quietly invaded numerous worlds, turning them into their own. The contrast between the two was stark.

Naturally, the Demon Clan's numbers had skyrocketed due to the support of countless worlds, reaching a terrifying scale.

Under these circumstances, it was understandable for the Demon Clan to wage war.

The Demon Clan's numbers were overwhelming, and losing a portion of them was not a significant loss. Even the demise of hundreds of millions of demons would only be a drop in the ocean for the entire Demon Clan.

However, the Primeval Ancient World had a robust foundation, which allowed it to resist the Demon Clan's invasion. If it were any other world, they would have likely fallen to the demons long ago.

Then, Gu Qingfeng turned his gaze towards the outside of Zhenyao Immortal City.

The endless stream of demons was, in fact, the result of the cultivation of various worlds.

Even if countless demons of this level perished, the Demon Clan would not feel any pain.

"The Demon Calamity!"

"It's far more severe than what the records describe!"

"With the numbers of the Demon Clan, if they truly launch a large-scale invasion, they could exhaust the foundation of the human race even if it takes a long time!"

Gu Qingfeng shook his head slightly.

However, the Primeval Ancient World was not entirely without its own foundation.

While the numbers were one aspect, the strength of their powerful cultivators was another.

Within the Taichu Ancient Ground, ancient great emperors lay in slumber.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the Demon Clan's current invasion only consisted of low-level demons, and even a powerful demon like the Hananhai Demon Emperor had only appeared once.

Then, Gu Qingfeng took action once more. With a snap of his fingers, he pacified and killed all the Semi-Holy demons.

Including many who had hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike, no Semi-Holy demons could escape Gu Qingfeng's keen senses.

Even many powerful Dao Palace Realm demons were directly obliterated by Gu Qingfeng's palm strike.

This display of power significantly reduced the pressure on the Divine Martial Empire.

At the same time, after pacifying these demons, Gu Qingfeng left their demon cores behind for the guarding cultivators.

Then, Gu Qingfeng extended his right hand, and the terrifying power of blood and energy condensed into a colossal palm, reaching towards the Jieyu Channel.

The enormous palm descended into the abyss, as if searching for something.

"Boom!"

A powerful wave erupted from within the Jieyu Channel, and the aftermath of its destruction caused the surrounding void to shatter and annihilate.

But soon, the wave vanished without a trace.

A Demon Lord, comparable to a Holy Man in strength, had been forcefully pulled out of the Jieyu Channel by Gu Qingfeng.

The Demon Lord's face was filled with shock, as he had not anticipated that Gu Qingfeng could directly traverse the Jieyu Channel and suppress him, even though he was in the Demon Realm.

"Let me go..."

The Demon Lord barely started speaking when Gu Qingfeng grabbed his head, and his terrifying divine consciousness invaded the Demon Lord's mind, instantly searching his soul.

Even with the Demon Lord's strength, he couldn't resist Gu Qingfeng's soul-searching.

However, due to the Demon Lord's subconscious resistance, the memories Gu Qingfeng obtained were somewhat incomplete.

Nevertheless, from the Demon Lord's memories, Gu Qingfeng found some crucial information.

This information was similar to what he had learned from the previous Semi-Holy Demon.

The difference was that this Demon Lord did not originate from another world but was from the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court.

As Gu Qingfeng forcefully searched the Demon Lord's soul, the latter's eyes became vacant, and his expression turned blank, clearly having been reduced to a fool.

"Demon Lord—"

Gu Qingfeng sneered, and with a surge of power from his palm, the Demon Lord couldn't even scream before his body instantly turned to ashes.

Only a Demon Core, emitting a powerful aura, survived.

With the fall of this Demon Lord, the invading demons seemed to lose their fighting spirit, no longer as fearless as before, but instead retreating like a receding tide.

In an instant, all the demons withdrew.

The once fierce battlefield became much quieter.

(End of Chapter)

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