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Chapter 508: Conquering Two Cities in Succession, the Assembly of the Seven Sons! (9K, plus 1K) (Par
Chapter 508: Conquering Two Cities in Succession, the Assembly of the Seven Sons! (9K, plus 1K) (Part 1)
Shen Yi's decision was not made on a whim.
After witnessing the so-called "birth tribulation," which literally meant breaking out of a shell and being born, he had a vague guess about the subsequent tribulations.
After the Great City of Longhan, it would be the turn of the Great City of Chimming, which, in connection with the former's "birth," represented "old age."
The vibrancy of life would not flourish endlessly; there would be peaks and valleys, followed by a downward spiral into boundless darkness.
Death was indeed terrifying, but the feeling of watching oneself weaken bit by bit was like a blunt knife scraping flesh—an equally unbearable torment.
As the saying goes, "A thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise."
Shen Yi always felt that Wu Jun, of the Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon clan, might be suitable for tempering through this tribulation.
Of course, there was another reason for this.
In the land of Nan Hong, there were not many demons or monsters who could match He Xie in terms of innate talent and understanding.
His low cultivation was merely due to his young age.
In terms of background, the South Dragon Palace held significant influence in Nan Hong, and Ke Xuanjian was one of the thirteen dragon grandchildren within this top-tier force.
Thirteen might sound like a large number.
But one must know that for the Nan Hong Seven Sons, who were of equal standing, there should be seven Dao sons, not to mention the personal disciples of the various elder seats. This number could easily surpass a hundred.
In comparison, the value of Ke Thirteenth as a dragon grandson was frighteningly high. One could say that among the younger generation, very few could surpass his background, whether from the human or demon races.
In terms of bloodline, he possessed the inheritance of the Yellow Poisonous Dragon as well as the divine powers of the Purple Pearl.
Moreover, he was also extremely intelligent.
Adding to that, the town stone could not be used repeatedly, so the South Dragon Palace had to be excluded.
Finding another demon similar to him to open the city was no easy task.
Among the short, Wu Jun... was actually not a bad choice.
After all, the Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon clan was also considered a mid-tier force in Nan Hong.
Remaining Demon Lifespan: 1,750,000 years
Shen Yi's breath hitched slightly, as if he had just come to his senses from a lavish act of betting a thousand gold, only to realize that his pockets were now almost empty.
If he remembered correctly, before the Climbing Heaven Road, this number had started with an eight.
Aside from opening the White Jade Capital Immortal City, he actually wanted to supplement his insufficient cultivation technique.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi helplessly waved his hand, "Go."
"Wu Jun obeys!"
This Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon took a deep breath and once again looked at the huge statue of the yellow dragon, its demeanor domineering. Finally, it mustered its courage and boldly flew towards the second city, the Great City of Chimming.
As it stepped into the Immortal City, the characters on the plaque flickered, as if soaked in water, revealing the true face of the Northern Palace of Myriad Demons.
The vermillion doors swiftly turned pitch-black.
In the quietly opening gap, the light changed rapidly, visible to the naked eye, transforming from a milky white to a thick purple aura.
Any cultivator who could ascend to the White Jade Capital had been a proud and renowned genius in their youth.
But when faced with this situation, even their calm and unperturbed Dao hearts would unconsciously tense up, to the extent that they would subconsciously hold their breath.
The subtle changes in the light within the door could very well determine whether they obtained an ordinary spirit soldier or a world-shaking Hongmeng Heavenly Soldier.
However, for Shen Yi, the progression from white light to cyan qi, and then to purple, was as it should be—a natural progression.
Even as the purple qi thickened to the point of almost solidifying, there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
With eleven layers of the Celestial Palace and the gift from Elder Xuan Qing, it should not have stopped here.
Sure enough, that familiar golden light once again appeared before his eyes, even richer and more intense than before.
The Boundless Demon Emperor's Palace, crafted from Dao pillars of a quality far surpassing those of others, had finally given its feedback.
"What a pity."
Shen Yi lowered his gaze slightly. Even with his solid foundation and the assistance of Elder Xuan Qing, he could only mix a strand of golden light into the purple qi.
However, he would not regret it like Xuan Qing, wishing he had slowed down and progressed more steadily.
Because Shen Yi was clear that with every step he took, he had already given it his all.
If he had accepted Elder Xuan Qing's final gift, it might have helped him go a step further in opening the city, but that was not something he wanted to see.
Moreover, with Wu Jun's bloodline and talent,
Shen Yi suspected that even if he had spent all his wealth, it might not have been enough for Wu Jun to successfully overcome this tribulation.
Watching Wu Jun tremblingly step into the Chimming City,
Similar changes to the previous tribulation once again appeared in Shen Yi's mind.
It was still amidst the emerald waves, with the difference being an additional reef. The golden-patterned turtle demon lay lazily on the edge of the beach, as if its entire body had lost its vitality.
This was just the beginning, but a hint of panic had already surfaced in Wu Jun's eyes.
It felt as if its proud and mighty demon body had been stripped away by an invisible giant hand, making it difficult to even move its limbs, let alone traverse mountains and seas.
"My lord..."
It instinctively wanted to retreat.
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the anomaly, but he couldn't do anything to help.
Although Wu Jun had enjoyed the blessings of the demon origin, that power had tortured and strengthened it at the same time. What it was experiencing now—feeling its body weaken while being unable to do anything—was completely different.
What was truly terrifying was not the passage of time but the hopelessness of powerlessness.
The demon's lifespan in the panel decreased rapidly.
Consequently, Wu Jun's body also began to grow larger. The lustrous golden shell was gradually eroded by wind and sand, becoming rougher, with rocks piling up on it. Its thick limbs expanded to the point where the reef could no longer accommodate them.
Until it itself became an island.
Its coarse skin had become indistinguishable from the stone surface, and its breath had weakened to the point of imperceptibility. Its cloudy eyes were now filled with the haze of old age.
"My lord, it might not be able to make it out."
He took slow steps until he stood behind his master, his eyes reflecting unwavering reverence, perhaps even more intense than before his tribulation.
"Take another look."
Shen Yi glanced at the demon lifespan counter, which showed slightly over a million years, and his heart remained calm.
As long as Wu Jun could make it out, it wouldn't be considered a huge loss.
After all, these demon lifespans had substantially enhanced the town stone's power and were not wasted.
"..."
Ke Thirteenth could also sense the changes in Wu Jun at this moment.
Although he didn't particularly like this slick and slippery bootlicker, he still hoped that Wu Jun would make it through, but at present, the chances seemed slim.
Wu Jun had clearly sunk into the heart tribulation.
He lacked the strong willpower to see through the decline of old age.
Relying solely on himself, he had only been a Demon at the tenth layer of Returning Void, and his mental fortitude was not exceptional. It was normal for him to fail to overcome this tribulation.
The reason he hadn't failed yet was only because Shen Yi had not cut off the supply of demon lifespan.
The golden turtle that had transformed into a floating island was now practically dead.
"Hu..."
Shen Yi pursed his lips slightly.
Facing such a tribulation, if there was still a glimmer of hope, it would be this turtle demon's occasional spark of insight amidst its endless sinking.
But even if it regained a slight awareness, how could it grasp this fleeting insight? If it missed this chance, it would sink back into the abyss, waiting countless years to encounter it again.
Lifespans will eventually run out... Fortunately, demon lifespans are infinite.
Shen Yi lifted his gaze once more. He had said it before: nothing else, but this, he could provide in abundance.
An immense amount of demon lifespan poured into Wu Jun's body once more.
When time was stretched to a terrifying extent, even the rare moments of insight seemed to occur frequently.
"Roar—"
After countless missed opportunities, the "floating island" suddenly trembled.
As if an earthquake had struck.
Dense forests collapsed, boulders tumbled, and waves surged as the once lustrous golden shell became dull and mottled. But when the golden patterns reappeared, they shook off all impurities, revealing the brilliant golden light hidden beneath.
The sleeping old turtle finally raised its head, letting out a hoarse yet prolonged low roar.
At that moment, the torture endured for hundreds of thousands of years was reflected back onto Shen Yi, the palace master.
His tall figure suddenly stooped.
A torrent of exhaustion flooded his limbs, as if he couldn't even lift a finger.
Under his slightly swaying hair, his pale face remained youthful and handsome, but his eyes were filled with a sense of decrepitude.
In an instant, the gates of the Crimson Immortal City burst open.
Vivid purple qi rushed forth like a rampaging dragon, piercing through Shen Yi's body and converging into a set of sleek dark armor that hugged his joints, supporting his nearly falling body.
The golden light within the purple qi faded, transforming into a hairpin with a jade crown.
"Heh..."
Shen Yi steadied himself with the golden-patterned ink sword, his stance wobbly.
A hint of helplessness flashed in his clear eyes.
The demon lifespan was spent, and now he had to bear the consequences.
As the light on the dark armor faded and the gates of the Crimson Immortal City were about to close, a towering figure emerged, casting a shadow over the Northern Palace.
[Northern Palace Master: Golden Turtle, Wu Jun]
[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 820,000 years]
Wu Jun, half-man and half-turtle, with deep-set brows and eyes, overlooked the Myriad Demon Palace, exuding an aura that was no weaker than that of Ke Thirteenth, the dragon grandson.
Shen Yi glanced at him silently.
Impressive. It had devoured over a million years of his lifespan.
However... Does this count as consecutively conquering two cities? Shen Yi casually waved his hand, and the ink sword and dark armor disintegrated into smoke, swiftly returning to the two immortal cities.
He had no intention of testing the armor's durability with his sword.
At the level of the Hongmeng Heavenly Soldier, it was challenging to gauge their limits unless it was a life-or-death battle.
With this thought, Shen Yi closed his eyes and withdrew his soul from the body of the Infinite Demon Emperor. In an instant, it reverted to its original appearance, a body filled with crimson demonic energy.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his own body, gazing into the distant sky.
His fingertips gently brushed his brow.
The gorgeous purple rainbow bridge quickly returned to his sea of consciousness, transforming back into the twelve-layered Infinite Demon Emperor Palace.
It was at this moment that Shen Yi finally experienced the changes that came with his ascension.
His aura surged, and the crimson demonic energy erupted uncontrollably, piercing through the clouds and dispelling the illusion of the immortal cities.
Even without considering the Dao soldiers, the White Jade Capital itself was worlds apart from the Returning Void Realm.
This was why the Red-Eyed Xuanfeng, despite spending many years in the Heavenly Sword Sect, had been deliberately suppressed at the twelfth layer of the Returning Void. Only upon reaching this realm did she truly possess the power to stir up chaos.
This time, not only had he successfully ascended to the White Jade Capital, but he had also conquered the Longhan and Chimming Cities, acquiring two powerful town stones that occupied the thrones.
Only then did he feel slightly better about the massive amount of demon lifespan he had spent.
After all, the bulk of the expenditure had gone into constructing the five subsidiary palaces of the Myriad Demon Palace, and the remaining three grand cities would have to be opened later, but they would undoubtedly be put to use eventually.
"..."
Shen Yi slightly cupped his palms, sensing this unfamiliar power.
He glanced sideways into the distance.
The time it took for this breakthrough far exceeded his expectations, and it seemed he was running out of time.
Perhaps it was time to return.
...
The South Hong Seven Sons were livelier than usual.
Various magical treasures flew across the sky, and among the figures were some well-known faces, causing the disciples of the Immortal Sect to stop curiously and observe.
From the water, land, caves, or mountains.
Any influential group with some reputation had received an invitation from the largest human force in South Hong.
The Seven Sons Assembly could be considered the most important event in all of South Hong.
"Is there now a seventh?"
A deep-mountain and old-forest cultivator curiously asked the person next to him.
After a long time, most cultivators tacitly accepted the fact that there were only six in the South Hong Seven Sons, which was somewhat odd.
"It's not convenient to say."
The chubby man with a round pearl-like face smiled and shook his head, a hint of complexity in his eyes.
He actually had some inside information.
But it was hard for cultivators like them to understand how a precious Unity Realm treasure land could be left to a native of that treasure land because of some promise made years ago.
Although they had heard that the young Sect Master had some talent and strength, they had never seen it for themselves.
And no matter what... they didn't think there was anything more important than having one more Unity Realm giant, even if that young sect master had unparalleled talent.
It was only because the South Hong Seven Sons were rich and powerful that they had the backbone to make such a decision that others thought was crazy.
The Unity Realm represented power and influence in South Hong, giving the sect's disciples more cultivation resources and a stronger position when dealing with other forces in the region.
Now, they were giving that up just to show that the South Hong Seven Sons kept their word and valued righteousness?
Who knew what those six predecessors were thinking.
They must be crazy.
Of course, he thought this, but the chubby man still smiled as he was led by the Immortal Sect disciple into the light curtain formed by the bas-relief.
Even if the South Hong Seven Sons didn't care about losing face, they still had to maintain appearances.
When they saw that young man, they would still respectfully call him "Sect Master" and wouldn't dare to show the slightest disrespect, not even losing a piece of meat from their bodies.
As these visiting cultivators had mixed thoughts.
The cultivators of the South Hong Seven Sons didn't care at all; the only thing they cared about was.
Where had that Shen Zongzhu gone?!
In the South Yang Sect.
"I'm asking you a question, answer me!"
The outer sect elder of the Alliance Sect slammed his hand on the table. Across from him, a group of people stood in a line.
The one being questioned was Yan Wencheng of the Clear Moon Sect.
This highly valued formation genius, who also had the background of the Yan family, could only helplessly shrug and glance to the side.
In front of these elders who had gone crazy,
It was really hard for him to explain that although he had left the sect with Shen Zongzhu a few months ago, he really wasn't that close to him and had no idea where he was.
"Mind your manners, and don't blame him even if I don't know. I don't know either," Liu Shiqian frowned and looked over. As someone who followed the rules, he rarely pointed fingers at the Alliance Sect.
This time, he was obviously showing some favoritism.
(End of Chapter)
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