NOVPUBOn his right hand, a face formed by the congregating Demonic Qi of despair sneered hideously.
This space seemed unable to withstand this force and had already begun to collapse.
Seeing this scene, the elder snorted coldly.
This small world was not naturally formed by the heavens and the earth, but was artificially constructed.
Therefore, once the space of the small world collapsed, it would not repair itself automatically, but would continue to shatter.
If no one actively repaired it, then once the destruction reached a critical point, the small world would be utterly destroyed and eventually assimilated by the void.
The elder tapped his Demon Wand lightly on the ground, and a "bang" was heard.
A wave of Demonic Qi began to pulsate around him.
The blue crystal light on his Demon Wand surged, forming a protective barrier around him.
Bai Meng’s giant hand landed on the barrier, and all attacks were blocked.
"So, you’re from the Samadhi Demon Clan," Bai Meng said in a sudden realization.
Upon touching the barrier’s power, Bai Meng felt it right away.
The so-called Samadhi Demons practiced Demonic Qi of three attributes.
One is the Samadhi Flame,
one is the Samadhi Wind,
and one is the Samadhi Water.
The barrier just now was solidified by water and wind.
The elder did not speak, but he tapped his Demon Wand again, and the entirety of the wand turned fiery red.
A vast sea of fire erupted, illuminating the entire small world in a reddish glow.
Then came the howling Mad Wind, under which the fire burned even more fiercely.
The entire small world was engulfed in the overwhelming blaze, turning it red.
"It’s a pity that your cultivation level is too low; your practice of the Samadhi elements is not yet perfect," Bai Meng shook his head slightly.
He continued, "If the Clan Leader of your Samadhi clan were here, there might be a fight."
Bai Meng casually slapped the air, and wisps of Taoist Charm wound around his palm, immediately suppress the sea of fire.
"Which tribe are you from?" the elder asked, his face showing shock and a certain seriousness.
"We do not belong to any tribe; we are the rulers of the Demon Race," Bai Meng said indifferently.
"One of the Eighteen War Generals under the Demon Lord, the Demon of Despair, Bai Meng."
"Demon General," the elder murmured, his face showing a trace of panic.
"How could you be here? Hasn’t the Demon’s Cavern been sealed?"
"It seems you haven’t forgotten," Bai Meng said with a cold snort.
"After that great catastrophe, I was severely injured, so I’ve been healing here."
"I haven’t left for many years now," the elder quickly explained.
"Was it you causing trouble at the Black Demon Temple?" Xu Zimei asked from the side.
"Yes, after they brought me back from the Eternal Ancient Continent, I had to do this to heal my wounds," said Demon Thirteen.
"I had no choice; it’s their own greed for this power that’s to blame," Demon Thirteen added.
"The affairs of the Black Demon Temple I’m just inquiring about," Xu Zimei said: "Have you had contact with other members of the Demon Race?"
"No, after the catastrophe, when I awoke, I was all alone," Demon Thirteen shook his head.
"However, there’s something you might not know.
The most precious artefact of the Demon Race, the Summoning Demon Sky-covering Tree, is in the Eternal Ancient Continent. Neither you nor I can obtain it unless we find the Demon Lord."
"The Ancestral Tree is in the Eternal Ancient Continent?" Bai Meng said, somewhat surprised.
"I thought it had been destroyed after the catastrophe, but it seems we need to make a trip to the Eternal Ancient Continent."
"We’ll talk about the Eternal Ancient Continent later, I won’t make things difficult for you, just expel the Demonic Qi from the bodies of those from the Black Demon Temple," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
Demon Thirteen nodded without objection.
"After all, my injuries have also mostly healed."
"Then let’s go," Xu Zimei said, looking at Bai Meng.
"Young master, please wait a moment," Demon Thirteen called out from behind in haste.
With a wave of his right hand, the space of the nearby microcosm completely collapsed, and a carriage, entirely black, barreled out from the void.
Pulling the carriage was a black creature.
Its head was somewhat horse-like, and behind it were a pair of black wings, which seemed to cover the sky.
The fur, like scales, covered its body in patches.
Atop its head, it bore a pitch-black horn, and its two gloomy and profound eyes gazed at Xu Zimei.
"This is Nightmare, evolved from an Undead Warhorse," Demon Thirteen said with a smile.
"I noticed the young master doesn’t have a carriage for travel, which lacks a bit of spectacle; I happen to have a Nightmare and am willing to offer it to the young master."
Xu Zimei looked at the Nightmare, smiled, but didn’t speak.
It was indeed a fine mount, likely a relic from a past Epoch, surviving to the present; no small feat.
"It’s just that this carriage is missing a coachman to drive the Nightmare; a Demon General obviously doesn’t fit the role," Demon Thirteen said politely, smiling.
"I wonder if the young master would find me suitable?"
Hearing Demon Thirteen’s words, Xu Zimei smiled lightly, realizing this guy wanted to latch onto his coattail.
Bai Meng’s status was one of the Eighteen Demonic Generals, and he showed utmost respect toward himself.
It seemed he also wanted to take a gamble; after all, what achievements could be had in this small world?
There was only him left of the known Demon Race, and meeting a member of his own kind was not easy.
"Get in the carriage," Xu Zimei smiled and took the lead, entering the interior of the Nightmare carriage.
The inside was decorated with the distinctive characteristics of the Demon Race. Despite the carriage’s size, it actually contained a spatial formation within.
Inside there was a bed and a table in front, laden with a variety of foods unique to the Demon Race.
The entire carriage was made of Ghost Demon Wood, making it extremely comfortable to recline in.
...…
Demon Thirteen steered the Nightmare, ascending high into the air, heading out of the microcosm.
The group first made a trip to Black Demon City, where Demon Thirteen used the Mother chapter Cultivation Technique he had learned to draw out the Demonic Qi from these people’s bodies.
Though it was greatly harmful to do so, it could at least spare their lives. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Because to go to Void Valley, they first needed to obtain travel tokens at a nearby major city.
The closest major city to Black Demon City was Liang City.
Driving the Nightmare, Demon Thirteen slowly made his way toward Liang City, bathing in the spring breeze.
Speaking of Liang City, one must mention the division of the Nine States Domain.
The so-called Nine States does not actually refer to nine states, but to the nine largest cities within the domain.
They are strategically located around the Nine States Domain, almost forming a special angle that shapes it.
Liang City is one of these nine major cities.
It is one of the most famous cities within the Nine States Domain.
The carriage traveled on the main road; Demon Thirteen concealed himself within a spacious black robe, driving the carriage silently.
On this road, the Nightmare’s imposing appearance naturally attracted quite a bit of attention.
But no one dared to approach and stop it; just like that, after several dozen days, the carriage had arrived within the territory of Liang City.
During this time, Xu Zimei had been practicing, and his control over his power had reached a new realm.
