NOVPUBAfter seemingly half a month of being in the void of the teleportation, Xu Zimei and her companion began to feel the fluctuations of the space around them slow down.
Their figures were forcibly pulled out from the outside.
Dazzling sunlight rained down from above, and Xu Zimei squinted as she surveyed her surroundings.
This place was also a city, bustling with an extraordinary prosperity, with many like Xu Zimei, all emerging from the Teleportation Array.
"Divine Demon City," Nine Skies spoke while looking around, his expression gradually turning cold.
"It seems you’re quite familiar with this place," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"I came from the Divine Demon Battlefield, what do you think?" Nine Skies replied.
"Then it looks like we’ll have a lot less trouble," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Aren’t you curious about my identity?" Nine Skies asked, unable to hold back.
"No questions. You want to cooperate with me, so there must be something you need from me, and you will surely tell me voluntarily," Xu Zimei said with a smile, shaking her head.
"Let’s find an inn, and I’ll tell you everything. We can make our plans," Nine Skies said, looking at Xu Zimei.
"Any is fine," Xu Zimei nodded.
The size of Divine Demon City far exceeded Xu Zimei’s imagination, appearing to be even more vast and flourishing than Eternal Ancient City.
Moreover, it was almost impossible to see ordinary people and weaklings here; everyone was a powerhouse from Heaven Phenomenon upwards.
Besides some Loose Cultivators, disciples from many great Sect Gates could also be seen everywhere.
Their robes were of distinctive styles and easy to recognize.
Xu Zimei and her companion found an inn nearby and checked in.
…
This was an underground palace, black as pitch.
This place had never seen the light of day, all light had been expelled, with only darkness eternal. 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Around the palace flowed a black river that drifted lazily in midair.
The river was pitch-black, concealing untold sins and darkness within.
It flowed slowly as if alive, devouring any creature that approached the palace in one gulp.
Anything that entered the river would never see the light of day again.
And now, within the palace in a grand hall,
Several netherworld flames ignited around, and an invisible oppressive force enveloped the space.
A group of people clad in black robes and black hats stood there, parted to each side.
Sitting at the head was also a person in a black robe, obscured in midair, their face indiscernible.
The people in black robes on either side all bowed their heads, none daring to look up.
After a long while, a figure in a black robe slowly entered the hall.
A deep voice broke the oppressive silence.
"A letter from the Cang Race, Granny Ming is dead, and the killer is strong."
"Incompetents, have the Cang Race been hidden for too long? Something happened in their establishment, and this is all they have to report?" a voice echoed within the hall.
It was unclear who spoke, the voice seeming to come from all around.
"It seems that their Dust World people are also dead. They say they are preparing to summon the Cang God," the person beneath replied.
Upon hearing this, silence fell within the grand hall for a long time.
After a while, that voice sounded again.
"Summon the Cang God? Looks like someone with quite a background, from which Sect Gate?"
"It seems to be from the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect."
"A mere Imperial Sect dares to offend us?"
After this voice fell, another voice followed in the grand hall.
"A strongest of the Imperial Sect is only at Melting Heaven level, how could they possibly kill Granny Ming, this kind of being? Use your head and think properly."
"It doesn’t have much to do with the Imperial Sect—this disciple seems somewhat peculiar, we can’t find too much information about him.
The Cang Race suggests that unless we ask the Youming Divine King to come into the world, we might as well not go over and throw our lives away."
"Ask our ancestor? I think they are just scared out of their wits."
"After all, Granny Ming is of the direct lineage; I’ll report this matter truthfully to the ancestor and wait for the ancestor to make a decision."
As the last voice in the great hall fell, although the voice was very light, the numerous discussions inside the hall instantly quieted down.
Not a single person dared to object.
...…
After Xu Zimei and Jiuyou arrived at the inn.
Xu Zimei smiled and said, "Now you can tell me."
"Actually, I’m a pursuer of the remnants of the Divine Race," Jiuyou said with a somewhat tragic smile.
"It must have been about a hundred years ago, I mistakenly entered a forbidden land, discovered their secret, and thus was hunted.
And my family, including friends, were all executed by them in the end; when I return to the Divine Demon Battlefield, it’s to seek revenge."
"Them? Who are you referring to?" Xu Zimei asked.
"The higher-ups among our remnants," Jiuyou said sarcastically.
"They use the hopes of people like us, under the guise of reviving the Divine Race, to satisfy their unspeakable aims."
"What do you mean?" Xu Zimei asked.
"You know, remnants, no matter what, will never be the true Divine Race; we only have a faint trace of Divine Race blood in us," Jiuyou said.
"And those high ranks are using people like us to conduct endless experiments, hoping that one day they can truly transform and become members of the Divine Race.
Later, I accidentally discovered them, and they wanted to kill me to silence me."
"A group that no longer belongs to this era, still fantasizing about restoring their former glory," Xu Zimei laughed.
"That’s also the reason you’re cooperating with me."
"If you want to open the Demon Summoning Bell in your hands, you must take advantage of the power of those people," Jiuyou said.
"You and the Divine Race are destined to be enemies, so the enemy of my enemy is also a friend."
"I don’t really care, anyone who blocks my path must die," Xu Zimei said.
"Since you emerged from the ruins, you must also know the location of the headquarters, right?"
"We don’t have a fixed headquarters; we are just wandering around the Divine Demon Battlefield," Jiuyou shook her head.
"It’s been so long, I’m not certain, but we have a few fixed resting places, I can take you to have a look."
"Then let’s go, I just happen to want to see this so-called Divine Demon Battlefield," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
...
Divine Demon City was established based on the Divine Demon Battlefield, and it’s specifically for those who go to the Divine Demon Battlefield to rest.
Broadly speaking, there is no City Lord here, no ruler.
It’s more like a city built together by everyone.
Although there are no rules to speak of, anyone who can open a shop here has a reputation that’s not to be trifled with, a top-tier existence.
Therefore, no one dares to really make trouble within the city, to fight.
Xu Zimei and Jiuyou left the inn and headed straight for the city outskirts.
This Divine Demon City is very vast, and the city is divided into northern and southern areas.
In the north, there is a statue of the Divine Race, while in the south, there is a statue of the Demon Race.
Xu Zimei and her companion left from the south, and Xu Zimei slowed her pace in the plaza of the Demon Race statue.
He lifted his head and looked; the Demon Race statue was lifelike, as if its gaze met his.
