"Studying formation arrays for five thousand years? Could it be... could it be you are... a reincarnated immortal?!!" The Cloud Millet elder let out a sorrowful cry, then seemed to remember something. Wait, that's not right. Even if this Ling Xiao broke the formation, he's still just a Breakthrough Realm ant. I'm a dignified Divine King, why am I panicking like this? Dammit! I lost my composure!
"Hmph! Ling Xiao, enough nonsense! A Demon Sect Young Master like you dares to come to our Immortal Sect's mountain gate? I see you are determined to seek death! Someone!!" The Cloud Millet elder raised his arm and shouted. Dozens more figures rushed over behind him, though their cultivations... were mostly at the Breakthrough or Xuan Qing levels.
The war between two supreme orthodox sects was a contest of foundation and cultivation. Now that Cloud Millet was on the expedition, they had certainly taken the vast majority of their powerhouses. These remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled left to guard the base precisely gave Ling Xiao a chance to perform.
"Calling for people?" Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, the demonic light in his eyes suddenly blazing. "I can do that too!"
Buzz!
An ancient demonic chant quietly resounded.Behind Ling Xiao, overwhelming demonic aura suddenly shot into the sky. Immediately after, two demonic figures seemed to tear through space, instantly appearing before the Cloud Millet experts. One was a full nine feet tall, wearing a golden circlet, holding a black staff, with demonic energy swirling around him like a vortex connecting heaven and earth. The other had a peerlessly immortal countenance, smiling eyes, a black robe outlining her graceful figure. Although no demonic aura spilled from her, she somehow felt unreal. She stood there, yet it felt as if there was no one there.
Gulp. Countless Cloud Millet disciples' hearts trembled. The cold intent in their eyes quietly froze.
"Elder, I plan to browse through your Cloud Millet's treasure pavilion. Do you have any objections?" Ling Xiao looked up at the Divine King powerhouse at the front, his two eyes flashing with strange light. One eye was dazzling like thunder, seemingly containing the force of ten thousand bolts, faint rumbles echoing with each blink, startling the soul. The other was suffused with clear light, ethereal and elusive, with the conflicts of the great world evolving within it.
"You... you wish!!! Ling Xiao, even if we die, we won't let you succeed!" By now, although this Divine King elder couldn't definitively say whether this disaster was caused by Ling Xiao, just looking at the two great demons behind the Demon Sect Young Master made even him feel frightened and apprehensive. He came prepared!
"All disciples! This is a moment of life and death for our Cloud Millet! The Sect Master is fighting at the front; we must defend the Cloud Millet foundation even if we die fighting!" The Cloud Millet elder roared angrily, the righteous style on full display.
"Fight to the death!!!" Instantly, all the Cloud Millet elders and disciples became impassioned, responding in unison.
But just as their shouts fell, they saw Ling Xiao, already holding a demonic blade, eagerly charging towards them. Around him, Dao Principle power transformed into mysterious thunder and startling winds. Every sword strike seemed to carry the true meaning of the Great Dao. Behind him, Mi Yong roared to the heavens, his figure suddenly growing several zhang taller, revealing his true Demonic Ape form. And Die Ying disappeared without the slightest hesitation, reappearing right in front of the Divine King elder.
Suppressed for a thousand years, these two great demons were finally experiencing the thrill of slaughter once again!
BOOM!
Waves of demonic energy,like a dense fog, obscured the entire sky. The Cloud Millet disciples who had just finished shouting slogans now looked around in terror, struggling in despair. But... whether it was Mi Yong, Die Ying, or Ling Xiao, none were opponents that ordinary Divine Marquis cultivators could resist. As the three made their moves, figures were either directly crushed to pieces by immense force or cleanly sliced apart by peerless sword intent. A thick, bloody scent spread out. The entire Immortal Sect instantly turned into a living hell.
At the foot of Cloud Millet Mountain, an old man dressed as a Daoist stopped. He looked up at the bloody glow permeating the mountain peak, a trace of surprise in his aged eyes. The Cloud Millet elders are all out now, but there must still be powerhouses guarding the mountain. Isn't Ling Xiao seeking his own death by going up now? And how did he pass through the sect-protecting grand array? With his strength, to break the array, he'd need to pound it with immense force. But that kid just walked right in? Interesting. This gets more and more interesting. One had to admit, Ling Xiao's caution rivaled those old monsters who had lived for millennia. Every time before he acted, he would use a Dao Artifact to cover his tracks. But the more he did so, the more it proved this kid had some unspeakable secrets. What could they be? Young man, I've taken notice of you. The old Daoist smiled faintly and turned to walk towards the distant mountains. No matter what secrets you hold, the final outcome will be the same. This Ling Xiao acts with cruelty and tyranny; when the time comes... there will be ample justification.
Grow quickly! I hear a few more Dao Principle prodigies have appeared among the demon race? Perhaps I should go take a look first. After all, the Myriad Sects Grand Competition is about to start. It's better to avoid the Path-Enlightenment City for now.
"Demons!! Demons!!!"
"Save me!!"
"Sect Master...protect me!!"
At the summit of Cloud Millet Mountain, miserable screams were unceasing. Apart from the Divine King powerhouse, the remaining disciples and elders were no match for Ling Xiao and Mi Yong, even for a single move. Die Ying transformed into countless illusions, blocking the Divine King elder in front of the great hall, never giving him a chance to break free. Gradually, the screams subsided, and the entire immortal mountain fell silent.
Ling Xiao stood proudly in mid-air, his white robes spotless, his expression always calm. After today, the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect would be no more!
Buzz!
The demonic blade hummed,demonic intent flowing on its surface. Ling Xiao smiled faintly, directly plunged it into the mountain of corpses, then turned and walked towards the sole remaining Divine King elder. A gulu gulu sound, like drinking blood, eerily echoed across the mountaintop of the immortal sect. In a short moment, the pools of blood and piles of bones on the ground inexplicably vanished, leaving only heaps of ash.
"Elder, now... can you take me to visit your treasure pavilion?" A flash of crimson light passed through Ling Xiao's eyes. The Primordial Demon Blade instantly vanished, reappearing within his sea of consciousness.
Previously, after killing Jin Yang, I obtained half a Realm Seed. This thing is really good. If I can get the other half, I can evolve a world within my sea of consciousness. When that time comes... hehehe.
"You wish! Ling Xiao!! You collude with demons, you will die a wretched death! When the Sect Master returns, he will uncover the truth and ensure you never enter the cycle of reincarnation!!" The Divine King elder roared at the sky, his tone authoritative, but his eyes were already dim and lifeless. A bloody stain soaked his white robe at the chest; it was clearly a fatal wound.
The Cloud Millet Immortal Sect, since its founding, has always been a top-tier force in the Eastern Territories of the Sacred Dynasty. Who would have thought that a millennium of foundation would be destroyed in a single night? All because of one true disciple? How absurd!
"The Cloud Millet Sect Master? I'm afraid he won't be coming back." Ling Xiao smiled faintly. His steps suddenly quickened. The Heavenly Demon's fierce aura around him erupted majestically, directly transforming into a thousand-zhang demonic shadow that furiously swept towards the Divine King elder.
"This aura... You... you are! No!!! Cloud Millet... is doomed!!" Crack, crack. Ling Xiao's figure landed before the hall. He looked coldly at this majestic, ancient, golden, and resplendent great hall, profound ruthlessness deep in his eyes.
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Buzz!
Beside him,demonic energy suddenly shot skyward from Mi Yong's body. His originally seventh-grade Divine Marquis realm actually showed signs of breaking through!
"Heh. As expected, only slaughter leads to faster growth."