Chapter 579: The Deceptive Situation

Chapter 579: The Deceptive Situation

"Roar!!"

The deafening roar reverberated through the mountains and seas, causing the emerald waves to surge and crash violently against a towering mountain.

On the mountain, panic-stricken cultivators scrambled, their faces contorted in fear. Some, despite their twisted features, forced themselves to remain calm, manipulating the grand array in hopes of putting up a feeble resistance.

However, many more cultivators took out their precious life-saving treasures, purchased at great cost, desperately clinging to their last shred of hope for survival, even though they were elders and executives of the sect, revered by countless followers, with their entire families entrenched within.

But in the face of the overwhelming intimidation of the Dao Fusion Realm Greater Demon, all rational thought was abandoned.

Yet, what chance of survival did they ever have, let alone holding on to it?

The murky water waves effortlessly shattered the array on the mountain, sending the cultivators manipulating it flying, their mouths and noses filled with sweet and bloody plasma. In the blink of an eye, they were on the verge of death, gasping for breath.

Without the protection of the array, those who had taken to the skies with their treasures were swept away by the sonic waves emitted by the demons. Amidst the cracking sounds, their precious treasures shattered one after another!

With just one roar, this once-renowned sect in Southern Flood, backed by the Southern Seven Sons, was almost completely annihilated.

This was the overwhelming slaughter of ordinary beings by a Dao Fusion Realm Greater Demon.

"Hahaha! How exhilarating!"

The leopard-like demon, only a few dozen feet long with three heads, laughed wildly, "What a delicious feast! All for me!"

In the Western Flood, these sects had the support of Immortal Sects, but here, without any backing, they were like vines without a grip, tangled and chaotic. Perhaps before it could devour all the beings here, those old Immortals would arrive on flying swords, preventing it from acting so recklessly.

It still felt that the Western Dragon Palace had treated it unfairly, banishing it to this uncivilized wilderness without any reason.

Little did it know that this was no ordinary wilderness, but an untended medicinal garden, overgrown with fragrant human medicinal herbs, and not a soul to guard it!

The leopard demon scanned its surroundings and recalled the existence of over a thousand similar sects, not including the unregistered wild cultivators. Its mouth watered at the thought.

It wasn't alone in being banished to Southern Flood; others had also been sent here. It needed to act fast, or others would take advantage of the chaos.

With this in mind, it leaped into the sky without hesitation, lowering its head slightly, and opening all three of its mouths wide. Accompanied by a loud sucking sound, a stench of blood filled the air for hundreds of miles, sweeping up mountains, seas, and countless beings, sending them straight into its mouths.

"..."

Amidst the cries of despair, the sect leader stumbled to the mountaintop, his energy depleted from resisting the suction force.

With his last ounce of strength, he knelt down, raising his palms above his head, clutching a small, exquisite token.

The token bore the image of a crescent moon.

The old man abruptly knocked his head on the ground, his hoarse and desperate voice echoing across the mountaintop, "Qingyue's protection! Demons, disperse!"

Upon hearing this, the leopard demon paused, its side heads turning to scan the surroundings, momentarily halting its devouring.

But the old man's plea was quickly drowned out by the raging wind, just like the moonlight emanating from the token, which barely managed to escape before being shattered by the crimson demonic power.

In the face of a Dao Fusion Realm Greater Demon, the decree issued by the elders of White Jade Capital was feeble, even pitiful.

"Hahaha—"

After a brief moment of stupor, the leopard demon let out a chilling laugh from its throat, "You Southern Barbarians are quite amusing."

"..."

The old man slightly lifted his head, his white hair fluttering, watching as the moonlight shattered at his fingertips. The last glimmer in his eyes faded, and his face grew more desolate.

He didn't blame the seven Immortal Sects.

Although the Southern Seven Sons had been in seclusion in recent years, they were indeed under the protection of the Southern Dragon Palace.

But this great tree had already decayed, struggling to save itself, let alone its branches and leaves.

Southern Flood was doomed—

Just then, as the old man witnessed countless disciples of the sect being sucked into the gaping maw, he too was unable to resist the suction force, his body forced into the air. Only his lifeless pupils dilated slightly.

His eyes were suddenly engulfed by a dark shadow.

In the desolate blue sky, a furry arm slowly emerged, a sight that shook the heavens. The rough hand opened and closed its five fingers, grabbing the leopard demon and pulling it in.

Under the immense force, the leopard demon's laughter abruptly stopped, transforming into a piercing shriek, "Old Monkey! These are my precious elixirs! How dare you shamelessly snatch them!"

"Let me go at once!"

As the force intensified, the leopard demon's three heads simultaneously tore at the hand, ripping the flesh from the bones until they were exposed, white and stark.

As it chewed, it realized that the taste was off.

Moreover, the hand, a mix of bones and flesh, seemed impervious to pain. Instead of loosening its grip, it cruelly tightened its hold.

"Brother Monkey, I'll leave these elixirs to you. I'll go elsewhere..."

Facing this unexpected turn of events, the leopard demon felt a chill in its heart. Its cultivation was inferior to the monkey's, and it instinctively retreated.

In response, a disdainful chuckle echoed from the depths of the sky, "Hmph."

At that moment, the leopard demon realized that the monkey looked down upon these cultivators and intended to take advantage of the chaos to devour them.

"You forced me!"

Faced with this situation, where would it have the mind to care about human treasure medicine? It immediately summoned its demon power, intending to fight this old ape to the death.

At this Southern Flood feast, if the other party were to be injured, they would inevitably be slower than others.

Only by making this ape feel that it's not worth the effort would he have a chance to escape with his life.

Before he could finish speaking, the leopard demon didn't notice that behind him, a meticulously crafted feather blade silently pierced through, and even the old ape intentionally loosened its fingers, leaving space for the feather blade to pass through.

Puchi—

Scalding demon blood splattered onto the furry fingers.

In the moment the leopard demon turned back in shock, the long-accumulated terrifying demon power within the feather blade finally erupted, and the dense white feathers transformed into countless sharp blades, each with a power not inferior to Dao Armament. They spread within the leopard demon's body, madly stirring its flesh and blood.

The longest blade among them directly split this great demon in two.

Across the entire mountain range, except for those who had fainted, every conscious cultivator's gaze was drawn to the splattered scarlet blood.

They instinctively swallowed, their faces filled with fear.

As Southern Flood cultivators, these people had never seen a fight between two Return to Void Realm demons, let alone know why they were fighting.

Now that the leopard demon had died, it seemed like their chances of survival had diminished even further. It was just a matter of being swallowed by one belly or another.

"What's happening in this land and sea..."

The old man stumbled back to the mountain peak, his expression turning somewhat foolish. He didn't understand where these terrifying demons had come from.

As he watched the appearance of three Return to Void Realm demons, the token tightly clutched in his hand silently slipped from his grasp.

Just as the Qing Yue token was about to hit the ground.

The old ape's mind suddenly echoed with An Yi's clear voice.

"Pick it up."

"..."

The old ape slightly bent his fingers, and as his demon power stirred, the scattered moonlight returned to the token. This Qing Yue token, once again glowing, slowly flew back into the old man's palm.

Pa-da.

The old man stared blankly at the Qing Yue token, watching as the furry giant arm retracted into the clouds, and then the entire sky became incredibly calm. The dense demon power dissipated, and aside from the mess on the ground, it was as if nothing had happened.

He lowered his head, staring at the token in his hand, deep in thought for a long time, and finally understood.

They... were alive.

And it was because of this token, or more accurately, because of the seven great immortal sects backing them.

Although the demon immortal who had suddenly attacked didn't say a word, the sect leader still understood his intentions.

Work hard, and we won't mistreat you.

Understanding this principle, the old man suddenly became emotional, his arms trembling. Even in the face of such a dangerous situation, the Seven Sects remained the Seven Sects!

"Follow me and respectfully welcome the Immortal Sect!"

With this thought, he raised his arm and called out, leading the many cultivators who had survived the calamity to bow towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

In the distant sky, a figure hurriedly rushing over froze in mid-air.

The Treasure Flower Sect Leader looked down at himself in disbelief. In order to search for Shen Zongzhu, he had already concealed his aura.

Could it be that he had grown old, his cultivation had regressed, and even these ordinary cultivators could sense his presence?

"Tsk."

The Treasure Flower Sect Leader shook his head and continued walking forward.

The perception range of Earth Stage cultivators was indeed vast, but it also depended on the comparison. In the vast Southern Flood, it was absolutely impossible to predict crises solely through perception.

Not only Earth Stage, but Heaven Stage cultivators were the same.

For example, right now, he had indeed sensed the presence of Return to Void Realm demons wreaking havoc here, but by the time he arrived, it was too late.

He could only rely on luck, saving them if he happened to encounter them, or... sigh.

Moreover, as they took action, with the help of the Southern Dragon Palace, the group of demons would gather more and more information, making it easier to avoid the Seven Sons, and even set up ambushes to kill them!

But the scene before him didn't seem fake.

These vassal force cultivators had indeed survived, and they even seemed quite energetic.

Who else could have saved them?

"I think I've found Shen Zongzhu."

The Treasure Flower Sect Leader took out his Dao Token and began sending messages within the sect, while also descending to the ground to find out what was going on.

...

The Southern Flood Seven Sects maintained their standoff with the Southern Dragon King.

The two sides stared at each other from a distance.

Ye Jiu repeatedly made probing attacks, but each time, the old dragon shamelessly reacted immediately, giving him no chance to fight.

This Tian Jian Sect Leader was too sharp.

Compared to a direct confrontation, the Southern Dragon King preferred a dull blade that slowly cut into the flesh, causing pain without taking lives.

The progress of these cultivators far surpassed that of demons, reaching in tens of thousands of years what would take demons hundreds of thousands. As a price, they not only had to endure the trials of heaven but also faced limitations set by heaven step by step.

More importantly, their strength was closely tied to their Dao Heart.

The old Qin, aside from matters concerning his beloved disciple, was quite indifferent, with a stable and unbreakable Dao Heart.

But not every cultivator had such a temperament.

Like Ye Jiu, his murderous intent was evident, and his edge was even sharper. As a sword of the Tian Jian Sect, if he was always kept hidden and suppressed, not allowed to unleash the killing intent in his heart, it would soon affect him.

Therefore, he could only become a sword in Qin Laotou's hands.

At this moment, Ye Jiu's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Seven Sons, but he was utterly unsuitable for leadership. Qi Yan Sheng, on the other hand, was capable of maintaining stability, but his strength was not enough to suppress Ye Jiu.

It wouldn't be long before they started to have internal conflicts.

"How is it? Have you received any news from your subordinates?"

The Southern Dragon King opened his eyes and glanced at Qi Zhaoyi beside him. For such a minor matter, the other party had made it so unbearable to watch, even slightly diminishing his confidence in the Western Flood.

"I'm still thinking of a way."

Qi Zhaoyi forced a smile and raised his head, explaining, "It should just be an accident. With so many great demons gathered, some conflicts are normal. Anyway, there are enough of them, and we also have Cold Mountain Ancestor stabilizing the situation. I just need to guide them slightly. Once they discover the fertility of Southern Flood, this situation will definitely not happen again."

"Is that so?"

Although Qi Zhaoyi's reasoning was sound and logical, it was indeed hard to find fault with it.

However, the Ke Family Prince still gave him a sidelong glance, his voice carrying a hint of strangeness. Then, he looked at the conch in the other's hand.

If his memory served him right, this thing hadn't made a sound for several days.

"It's best not to have any accidents." The Ke Family Prince withdrew his gaze.

"You haven't taken Ke Shu's position yet, so speak more politely." Qi Zhaoyi forced a smile, his eyes cold. The conch in his hand wasn't silent; it was just that the news it conveyed was something he couldn't bear to speak of, so he ordered his subordinates to investigate immediately.

The Southern Dragon King remained silent, gazing into the distance.

Logically, when two sides were in a standoff, if one side lost its advantage, the other should be delighted.

But at this moment, the three people guarding the Seven Sects outside had equally complex expressions.

"He said he might have found something."

Ji Jingxi put away her Dao token and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Even though she hadn't truly brought Shen Yi back, at least she had obtained some information.

It was better for the Seven Sons to receive this news first rather than the Southern Dragon Palace.

She couldn't imagine what determination these dragon demons would have to kill Shen Yi if they knew his true identity.

"Then that's good."

A faint smile appeared on Qi Yan Sheng's somewhat gloomy face.

This was probably the only piece of good news he had heard in recent days.

Just then, his face changed slightly, and he took out his Dao token to examine it carefully.

After a moment, Qi Yan Sheng raised his head, his eyelids twitching slightly, "Did you find something too?"

Hearing this, Ye Jiu abruptly turned around, his face full of astonishment. Just as he was about to ask something, he realized that his Dao token was also trembling.

He stood there, clenching his palm tightly to suppress the restlessness in his heart, "Don't tell me you've also found traces of that little brat Shen Yi?"

On the other side of the Dao token, Deng Xiangjun was stunned for a few breaths, "How do you know?"

"I know your grandmother's leg!"

Ye Jiu finally cursed, his three junior brothers had gone in three different directions to search, far apart from each other, and each of them had found Shen Yi's trail, yet not even a strand of his hair was seen.

A bunch of cursed beasts, they must have known about Shen Yi leaving the sect and started spreading confusion here.

They understood better than anyone what this action implied.

The Southern Dragon Palace was trying to deceive them, and outside, they had intercepted and killed those they encountered, regardless of their talent and temperament, all were unparalleled in history—the young sect leader!

"You just keep squatting here like a turtle!"

"Ye can't take it anymore!"

"..."

Qi Yan Sheng was suddenly scolded for no reason, and even with his good temper, he felt a flash of anger in his heart.

He was already extremely worried, and now he felt it was absurd.

What was wrong with his arrangements? Who could have predicted that Shen Yi would quietly leave?

"Fine, fine, then let's fight. We'll do as you say, Ye Zongzhu. Qi has been holding back for these years, and I'm sick of it. Fight! Let's put everything the Seven Sons have on the line and have a fight, whether they live or die!"

Qi Yan Sheng abruptly stood up, his face darkening.

Watching the sudden outburst between the two senior brothers, Ji Jingxi had actually expected it. Even without today's events, these two with such contrasting personalities would have quarreled anyway.

"All of you, sit back down."

Ji Jingxi closed her eyes, her voice light yet carrying an unquestionable authority.

Only when facing Nanyang Sect could Qing Yue Sect's brilliance shine.

"What's the matter? Aren't you the most worried about that little brat Shen Yi? Don't you dare to fight?" Stripped of the facade of a Return to Void Realm grandmaster, Ye Jiu, who had held back for so long, was like a mad dog, wanting to bite anyone he saw.

However, Ji Jingxi remained unmoved, speaking calmly, "Whether we fight or not, at least let Deng Shixiong finish speaking."

The remaining two finally reacted, realizing that Deng Xiangjun hadn't cut off the connection between the Dao tokens.

At this moment, Deng Xiangjun was sending a puzzled voice, "Hmm? I feel like something's not quite right."

"What's going on? Don't keep us in suspense." Qi Yan Sheng adjusted his breath and spoke in a deep voice.

"Something's not right in the direction of Xuan Yue City. I need to go and take a look... This is Nanyang Sect's territory. If Shen Zongzhu comes out, he will definitely come here too. Let me check it out first!"

After saying this, Deng Xiangjun directly cut off the Dao token connection, leaving the three with complex expressions staring at each other.

(End of Chapter)

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