NOVPUBThe figures of the Demonic Horde had already charged forward, and the earth-shaking drumming resounded in their ears.
At that moment, Xu Zimei activated his Prison Suppressor Demon Body, and boundless Demonic Qi surged up into the sky around him. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
His eyes turned pitch black, and concentrated Demonic Qi poured out from them, while purple-black patterns spread from his forehead down to his neck.
Xu Zimei looked up, his gaze indifferent as he faced the Divine Race directly ahead.
...
Jiuyou swore that for the rest of her life, she would remember the scene of that day.
It was a relatively sunny afternoon in July.
Hundreds from the Demonic Horde knelt on the ground, devoutly looking straight ahead.
The man in a black robe stood with a figure that seemed more imposing and yet more solitary.
The thunderous drumming at her ears gradually became distant, as if growing farther and farther away, and her vision focused solely on that man.
Demonic Qi wreaked havoc around them, and endless Demonic Might spread downwards; at that moment, the world felt utterly silent.
It was as if even the drumbeats had vanished.
"My subjects," Xu Zimei slowly stretched out his hand, looking over the Demonic Horde behind him.
He said softly, "If it is an obsession, then let it dissipate.
I swear that there will come a day when I will truly reign over this world.
Every land touched by the sun and moon shall become Demonic soil, and all rivers will flow in submission to me."
The hundreds from the Demonic Horde prostrated themselves on the ground, their eyes gradually clearing, as those obsessions dissipated into the horizon.
As the Demonic Horde began to fade away, the obsessions of the Divine Race opposite them also started to dissipate.
The Demonic Qi around Xu Zimei gradually receded.
A wind blew by, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
Jiuyou shook her head and hurriedly came back to her senses, as the surroundings fell into complete silence.
"Rise," Xu Zimei slowly walked forward and said.
"Just now, you..." Jiuyou hesitated for a moment, unsure how to begin her question.
"You didn’t see anything," Xu Zimei replied and then continued straight ahead.
Meanwhile, not far away, Feng Changnian and the other two had not gone far when they suddenly saw the obsessions dissipating, and they quickly turned back.
...
"Miss Jiuyou, Lin Brother, are you both all right?" Feng Changnian called out from a distance.
"It’s nothing," Xu Zimei shook his head.
"Why didn’t you run just now?" Feng Changnian approached and finally breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with confusion, "And those obsessions, they dissipated so quickly?"
"Dawn has broken," Xu Zimei said, looking at the fish-belly white starting to emerge overhead.
"Ah, is that so?" Feng Changnian looked up and said, "No wonder, you guys are quite lucky.
Obsessions only appear at night; the Divine Demon Battlefield is relatively safe during the day."
Jiuyou stayed silent beside them, her mind full of the images from before.
She looked at Xu Zimei, her head lowered as if lost in thought.
"Aren’t we headed to the Demon Race Ancestral Cemetery?" Xu Zimei said.
"When you guys didn’t come out, we were about to head back to Wind-Thunder Pavilion," Feng Changyin scratched his head and smiled, "Let’s go there together."
The five of them headed toward the cemetery together. Throughout the journey, Jiuyou was preoccupied with heavy thoughts, while Feng Yu’er seemed a bit timid and didn’t speak much.
Feng Changnian, however, was naturally sociable and could talk about anything.
He gave Xu Zimei a detailed description of the Divine Demon Battlefield, having done a lot of preparation beforehand.
After walking for half a day, they finally arrived at their destination in the afternoon.
The so-called Demon Race Ancestral Cemetery.
Directly ahead, a group of disciples clad in yellow robes blocked the way, surrounding the reasonably sized cemetery from all sides.
Around them, some loose cultivators pointed and discussed the scene, yet nobody dared to force their way through.
"This Divine Demon Battlefield is a public place, and yet they really dare to block us all from entering," a loose cultivator next to him grumbled unwillingly.
"These people from Nine Dragons Manor are going too far."
"They only allow the powerful or those from major forces to enter. For us, even if we resist, we’re no match for them, so naturally, they won’t care."
Xu Zimei sized up the situation and then asked Feng Changnian, "Your Wind-Thunder Pavilion is quite well-known, can’t you enter?"
"No, we can’t. Our founding master is only at the peak of Melting Heaven, and that’s still not enough to catch their eye," Feng Changnian sighed.
"Unless a Melting Heaven powerhouse comes in person, or the force they represent reaches the Holy Sect level, otherwise they won’t be afraid."
"How about we force our way in?" Feng Changyin suggested from the side.
...…
Xu Zimei didn’t say a word and strode directly toward the interior of the tomb.
"Stop," several of the yellow-robed disciples hurriedly blocked him.
The disciples wore yellow robes embroidered with patterns of nine giant dragons in flight.
They held halberds in front of them and asked loudly, "Which Sect Gate are you from?"
"Eternal Ancient Divine Sect," Xu Zimei took out the token Gong Chuhe had given him.
It was a symbol of a high-ranking token within the Eternal Ancient Divine Sect, something that general disciples would find difficult to obtain.
The leader beside them spotted the token and promptly stood up, making way for an entrance.
"Please, come in," the leader said with a smile.
Despite their renown, Nine Dragons Manor could only be considered a fairly strong force among those at the Holy Sect level, and there was still a slight gap from a true Divine Sect.
Xu Zimei led everyone with him as they walked in.
Only when he arrived in front of the tomb did Xu Zimei look up and take in its scale.
The upper level of the tomb was not very large, and its surrounding walls were constructed from Demon Glitter Stones.
Inside the main gate, many Demonic Pine Trees were planted, their entirely black bodies releasing wafts of fragrance.
And amid these pine trees lay an underground portal that had been opened.
The portal led straight down to an unfathomably deep blackness, the destination unknown.
"It’s said that this tomb was accidentally opened by someone. Later, after entering it and becoming corrupted by the Demonic Qi, they had no choice but to publicize it," Feng Changnian said.
"Shall we go in?" Jiuyou asked.
Xu Zimei nodded and took the lead into the portal.
Below the portal was a void, somewhat akin to a Spatial Transmission Array.
Once Xu Zimei entered, he felt his footing give way and he completely plummeted down, like falling into an abyss without end.
Moreover, enveloped in this darkness, one could not tread in the air at all, as space was entirely chaotic.
In this place, if one resisted, disturbing the trajectory of space, it was anyone’s guess where one might end up being transported to.
Xu Zimei let his body fall down, and after an indeterminate amount of time, the darkness before his eyes finally began to recede, and his feet touched solid ground.
Immediately after, Jiuyou and the others also tumbled down.
Xu Zimei looked up to find the surroundings desolate, with almost nothing around.
Except, directly in front, there lay a vast mountain of white bones.
This mountain was composed of white bones, and it was hard to imagine how many corpses had been used in its making.
Moreover, on every skeleton, there was a trace of Divine Power, making it clear that all these were corpses of the Divine Race.
"This is the place," Feng Changnian said from the side: "When we first entered, we were chased out and barely escaped with our lives."
