Chapter 508: Consecutive City Openings, The Seven Sons' Assembly (Part 1)

Chapter 508: Consecutive City Openings, The Seven Sons' Assembly (Part 1)





Shen Yi's decision was not made on a whim.

After witnessing the so-called Birth Tribulation, which literally involved breaking out of a shell, he had a rough guess about the subsequent tribulations.

After the Dragon Han Great City, it was time for the Crimson Bright Great City, connected to the former's "Birth," representing "Aging."

Vitality would not flourish endlessly; there would be a peak, followed by a downward spiral into boundless darkness.

Death was terrifying, but the feeling of watching oneself gradually weaken was like a dull knife cutting flesh, an unbearable torment.

As the saying goes, a thousand years for a king, ten thousand years for a turtle.

Shen Yi felt that Wu Jun, a member of the Golden Pattern Turtle Demon clan, might be suitable for enduring this tribulation.

Of course, there was another reason.

In the Southern Flood region, there were not many demons with innate talent comparable to Ke Shisan.

Its low cultivation was due to its young age.

In terms of background, the Southern Dragon Palace was a major force in the Southern Flood, and Ke Xuanchan was one of the only thirteen Dragon Descendants within this top-tier power.

Thirteen might sound like a large number.

However, it was important to note that there should be seven Daozi of the same level, plus the direct disciples of various elders, making the total number likely exceed a hundred.

In comparison, Ke Shisan's status as a Dragon Descendant was so high that it was almost frightening, and one could say that among the younger generation, his background was surpassed by no more than twenty individuals, including both humans and demons.

In terms of bloodline, he possessed the inheritance of the Yellow Slaughter Toxin Dragon and the divine abilities of the Purple Pearl Oyster Demon, another powerful aquatic clan.

Moreover, he was also extremely intelligent.

Additionally, the Guardian Stones could not be used repeatedly, so the Southern Dragon Palace had to be excluded.

Finding another demon similar to him to open a city was not an easy task.

Among the short ones, Wu Jun was already quite tall...

After all, the Golden Pattern Turtle Demon clan was considered a core force in the Southern Flood.

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 175,000 years]



Shen Yi's breath hitched slightly, as if he had just snapped out of a moment of extravagance and realized he had spent almost all his money.

If his memory served him right, this number started with an eight before the Ascension Path.

Aside from opening the White Jade Capital Immortal City, he also wanted to improve his insufficient cultivation method.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi weakly waved his hand, "Go."

"As you command, Wu Jun!"

The Golden Pattern Turtle Demon took a deep breath, glanced at the domineering statue of the Yellow Dragon, and finally mustered the courage to step into the second city, the Crimson Bright Immortal City.

As he stepped into the city, the characters on the plaque flickered, as if immersed in water, revealing the true form of the Ten Thousand Demon Northern Hall.

The vermillion gates swiftly turned pitch-black.

A gap opened, and the light within changed rapidly, visible to the naked eye, transforming from milky white to dense purple aura.

Any cultivator who reached the White Jade Capital was once a renowned genius in their youth.

But facing this situation, even their calm and unwavering Dao heart would unconsciously tense up, and they might even subconsciously hold their breath.

The subtle changes in the light within the gates could determine whether an ordinary spiritual weapon or a primordial heaven-shaking weapon would be obtained.

However, for Shen Yi, the progression from white light to green aura and then to purple was natural and effortless.

Even as the purple aura became almost tangible, his eyes still held a hint of dissatisfaction.

Eleven layers of the Heavenly Palace, plus the gift from Senior Xuan Qing, should not have stopped here.

Indeed, the familiar golden light reappeared, even thicker than before.

The Boundless Demon Emperor's Palace, forged with a Dao Pillar of far superior quality, finally showed its effects.

"What a pity."

Shen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, and even with his solid foundation and Senior Xuan Qing's assistance, he could only infuse a strand of golden light into the purple aura.

However, unlike Senior Xuan Qing, he would not regret not taking his time or moving more steadily.

Shen Yi was well aware that he had given his all with every step.

If he had accepted Senior Xuan Qing's final gift, he might have made further progress in opening the city, but that was not something he wanted to witness.

Moreover, considering Wu Jun's bloodline and talent...

Increasing the difficulty further, Shen Yi doubted that even if he spent all his wealth, it might not be enough for Wu Jun to successfully pass this tribulation.

Watching Wu Jun tremble as he entered the Crimson Bright City, Shen Yi saw a similar scene unfold in his mind.

In the midst of the green waves, there was a reef, and the Golden Pattern Turtle Demon lay lazily on the edge of the beach, its entire body seemingly devoid of vitality.

At the very beginning, panic flashed in Wu Jun's eyes.

He felt as if his proud demon body had been stripped away by an invisible giant hand, making it difficult to even move his limbs, let alone traverse mountains and seas.

"My lord..."

He instinctively wanted to retreat.

Shen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, sensing the anomaly, but he couldn't help Wu Jun.

Although Wu Jun had benefited from the demon's origin, it tormented him while also making him stronger, unlike his current situation, where he felt his power waning and could do nothing.

The truly terrifying aspect was not the passing of time but the hopelessness of powerlessness.

The demon's lifespan on the panel quickly diminished.

Correspondingly, Wu Jun's body grew larger, and the golden shell was gradually eroded by wind and sand, becoming rougher, with rocks piling up on it until his limbs swelled to the point where the reef could no longer contain them.

Until he himself became an island.

His coarse skin became indistinguishable from the rocks, and his aura weakened to the point of imperceptibility, his cloudy eyes now filled with the aura of dusk.

"My lord, he might not be able to get out."

The treasure throne in the Eastern Hall of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace was now empty, and Ke Shisan's appearance and demeanor had undergone a drastic transformation, his strength no longer comparable to before.

Although far from the Dao Fusion Realm, the pressure he exuded was no less than those Daozi, and perhaps even surpassed them.

It slowly walked behind its master, its eyes filled with unwavering reverence, perhaps even more intense than before its tribulation.

"Take another look."

Shen Yi glanced at the remaining demon essence lifespan of just over a million years, his mind remaining relatively calm.

As long as Wujun could come out, it wouldn't be considered a huge loss.

After all, these demon essence lifespans had genuinely enhanced the strength of the Guardian Stones, not wasted in vain.

"..."

Ke Shisan could also sense Wujun's current transformation.

Although he didn't particularly like this slippery and smooth-talking demon, he still hoped that it could pass through the tribulation, but from the current situation, the chance seemed extremely slim.

Wujun had obviously sunk into the Heart Tribulation.

It lacked the determination to witness its aging.

On its own, it was merely a demon with a Return to Void tenth layer cultivation, and its heart nature wasn't exceptional, so it was normal for it to fail to pass through.

The reason it hadn't failed yet was only because Shen Yi hadn't cut off the supply of demon essence lifespan.

The golden turtle-shaped floating island had already become no different from a lifeless object.

"Hmm."

Shen Yi pursed his lips slightly.

Facing this kind of tribulation, if there was still any hope, it was the fleeting glimmer of intelligence that this turtle demon occasionally displayed in its endless sinking.

But even if it slightly awakened, how could it grasp this fleeting glimmer of intelligence? If it missed the opportunity, it would fall back into the tribulation, waiting for an unknown number of years before encountering it again.

The lifespan of demons eventually runs out... Fortunately, demon essence lifespan is infinite.

Shen Yi lifted his gaze again, having said that he had nothing else, but this thing was in abundance.

The vast demon essence lifespan once again poured into Wujun's body.

As time stretched to a terrifying extent, the rare glimmers of intelligence seemed to appear more frequently.

"Roar—"

No one knew how many opportunities had been missed, but the "floating island" suddenly began to tremble.

It was like an earthquake.

The dense forest collapsed, boulders rolled down, stirring up waves in the water, and the thick turtle shell had long lost its former golden brilliance, becoming a disarray of colors. But when the golden patterns reappeared, they shook off all impurities, finally revealing the golden light beneath.

The sleeping old turtle finally raised its head, emitting a hoarse yet deep roar.

At the same time, the suffering endured over tens of thousands of years was all reflected onto Shen Yi, the hall master.

His tall figure suddenly stooped.

A surge of exhaustion flooded his limbs and bones, making him feel powerless, as if he couldn't even lift his fingers.

Under his slightly swaying hair, his fair face remained youthful and handsome, but his eyes were filled with a sense of impending death.

In an instant, the gates of Crimson Bright Immortal City suddenly opened.

Dense purple qi rushed in like a dragon, penetrating Shen Yi's body and gathering into a set of close-fitting black armor with golden light at his joints, supporting his body that was about to fall.

The golden light in the purple qi transformed into a hairpin jade crown.

"Heh..."

Shen Yi steadied himself in the clouds with the golden-patterned ink saber, staggering slightly.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his clear eyes.

The demon essence lifespan was spent, and in the end, he had to bear the consequences.

As the light on the black armor faded, the gates of Crimson Bright Immortal City were about to close, and another figure that blocked out the sky and sun emerged, landing on the Northern Hall's throne.

[Northern Hall Master: Golden Turtle Wujun]



[Remaining Demon Essence Lifespan: 820,000 years]



With a half-human, half-turtle appearance, his deep eyes surveyed the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and the aura he exuded was no weaker than that of Ko Xuan'ao, the Dragon Descendant.

Shen Yi glanced at him silently.

He had devoured his own lifespan of over a million years.

But... Was this considered opening two cities? Shen Yi casually waved his hand, and the ink saber and black armor disintegrated into smoke, quickly returning to the two immortal cities.

He had no intention of testing his armor with his own saber.

At the level of the Primordial Heaven Soldiers, it was already difficult to test their limits unless they were fighting to the death.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi closed his eyes and withdrew his soul from the Boundless Demon Emperor. In an instant, it returned to its original blood-red appearance.

The various famous and prestigious forces in the sky, on land, in caves, or in the mountains, all received invitations from the largest human force in Nan Hong, the Su Family Sisters.

The Seven Sons Assembly was the most important event in all of Nan Hong.

Every time it opens, it almost determines the direction of the situation in this aquatic realm for thousands of years.

This is all because behind that invitation, there stand six Fusion Dao Realm experts of the same mind, and when they join forces, even the Southern Dragon Palace has to temporarily retreat.

"Is there a seventh one now?"

A cultivator from the Deep Mountain Forest's power curiously asked the person beside him.

After enduring a long period, most cultivators had come to accept the slightly odd fact that there were only six members of the Southern Flood Seven Sons.

"It's not convenient to say."

The plump man with a round face chuckled and shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of complexity.

He actually had some inside information.

But for cultivators like them, it was hard to understand how they could, because of a promise from years ago, leave such a precious Fusion Dao Realm treasure land to a native of the treasure land.

Although they had also heard that the native Sect Master had some strength and talent.

But they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Moreover, no matter what... they still didn't think there was anything more important than having one more Fusion Dao Realm expert, even if that young Sect Master had unparalleled talent.

It was only because the Southern Flood Seven Sons were wealthy and powerful, with a strong backing, that they had the courage to make such a decision that others considered insane.

What does the Fusion Dao Realm represent? It means having a stronger voice in the Southern Flood, allowing the sect's disciples to obtain more cultivation resources, and even gaining the upper hand in negotiations with other Southern Flood powers.

Now, they were giving up all this just to make others feel that the Southern Flood Seven Sons had integrity and loyalty?

Who knows what those six seniors were thinking.

They must be crazy.

Of course, while he thought this in his heart, the plump man with the round face still held a smile, and under the guidance of the Immortal Sect disciples, he stepped into the relief light curtain.

Even if the Southern Flood Seven Sons didn't mind losing face, they still had to maintain their dignity.

When they saw that junior, they respectfully addressed him as Sect Master, and they wouldn't lose a bit of face.

As these visiting cultivators had different thoughts.

The Southern Flood Seven Sons' cultivators didn't care at all; the only thing they cared about now was...

Where did that Sect Master Shen go?!

In the Nanyang Sect.

"I'm asking you, speak up!"

The outer sect elder of the allied sect suddenly slammed the table. Across the table, a group of people stood in a row.

The person being questioned was none other than Yan Wencheng of the Clear Moon Sect.

This highly valued formation genius, with the background of the Yan family, could only helplessly shrug his lips and cast his gaze elsewhere.

In front of these outer sect elders who were already going crazy.

He found it hard to explain that although he had just left the sect with Sect Master Shen a few months ago, he actually wasn't very familiar with him, and it was impossible for him to know where he was.

"Pay attention to your manners. It's not just him, even I don't know, what's there to blame him for?"

Liu Shiqian frowned as he looked over. As a rule-abiding person like him, it was rare for him to point fingers at people from allied sects.

At this moment, it was obvious that he was somewhat protective of his junior.

The outer sect elder took a deep breath and quickly stood up to bow: "Junior understands."

Then, with a splitting headache, he turned back: "Next."

Yan Wencheng slowly retreated, and then Liu Qianyun approached with a worried expression: "Elder, I don't know either."

To find Shen Yi, the outer sect elders of the seven sects had actually gathered all the disciples related to Shen Yi.

It was truly a desperate measure.

With the assembly about to begin, its purpose was to introduce this seventh Sect Master to the various powers of the Southern Flood... but now that the person was missing, who were they going to introduce?

This was probably the time when the Southern Flood Seven Sons' cultivators most wanted Shen Yi to appear.

Setting aside the matter of the treasure land for now, at least let this assembly proceed smoothly.

"He wouldn't say a word before, but now that he's given the chance, he's actually standing up for himself?!"

Among the seated outer sect elders, someone suddenly cursed in anger.

However, before his words could land.

Several auras simultaneously enveloped him, causing him to fall off his chair in a fluster, looking around in surprise and doubt.

(End of Chapter)

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