NOVPUBAs the shadow appeared, the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth went into a frenzied surge.
A dark and bleak Netherworld River wound and twisted, slowly flowing through midair accompanied by darkness and chill.
The entire sky turned gloomy in an instant, with the boundless firmament swept clean, and the sunset completely disappeared from view.
In the midst of the Netherworld River, black petals fluttered down from the air.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of petals had fallen.
The people of Divine Demon City looked up at the sky, and someone said with a tremble, "A rain of myriad lotuses descends, it must be the Divine King himself."
"Unknown which lord has graced us with their presence, to think of visiting this Divine Demon City."
Having endured countless years, Divine Demon City was mostly inhabited by strong figures from various domains.
Even Saints could be found here.
But when it came to beings like Divine Kings, everyone had to tread carefully.
The vast Southern Domain, almost a quarter of the Eternal Ancient Continent, had produced no more than five Divine Kings.
In the end, only the Eternal Ancient Divine King truly established a sect and left his legacy.
At this moment in the sky above, the roaring Netherworld River was flowing.
A large group of small black dots appeared in the distance.
As these dots drew closer, the people could see clearly that they were a group of powerful beings approaching through the air.
This group was dressed in black-purple robes, each emitting a powerful aura.
The weakest among them was at the Melting Heaven Realm, and there were several Saints as well.
In the middle of this group, the Netherworld River transformed into a meditation mat.
A woman was sitting on the meditation mat, her eyes closed, indifferent to the affairs of the outside world.
Yet even surrounded by Saints, this woman seemed to be the most terrifying presence of all.
"These are the people of the Underworld," someone said cautiously upon seeing such a formation.
"When did Divine Demon City offend the Underworld?"
"Who dares to offend the Underworld these days, the Youming Divine King hasn’t even crossed the Immortal Path Bridge.
With him presiding, and given that the people of the Underworld seldom emerge in the world, how could one even find the opportunity to offend them?"
However, no matter how the people of Divine Demon City speculated, it was of no avail.
The oppressive feeling from the arrival of the Underworld’s people above made everyone dare not act recklessly.
"Cang God, you’ve come but not shown yourself? Should I greet you myself?" the woman seated on the Netherworld meditation mat slowly spoke, her voice echoing across the heavens.
"I dare not, I’ve just arrived," a hoarse voice came from the other end of the clouds.
An old man riding backward on an Azure Ox appeared at the edge of the sky, holding a book and laughing.
At first glance, the old man was far away and his figure blurry.
But in just a few breaths, he had already appeared above Divine Demon City.
"Why must the Youming Divine King be so temperamental?" the elder closed his book and said with a smile.
The elder had a head full of white hair, and his temples were streaked with gray amidst the white.
His eyebrows were particularly long and also flecked with white, wearing a light-colored coarse robe, creating the impression of a reclusive master or an old immortal.
The elder rode the Azure Ox backward, and the aura around him was not as intense but rather carefree and unworried.
"Cang God, which Cang God?" Someone below did not catch on and asked curiously.
"It seems to be a very ancient race, a Divine King of the Cang Race from long ago," someone knowledgeable pondered and replied.
"Who would have thought that after all this time, he would still be on the Eternal Ancient Continent and not have gone to the Immortal Path Bridge."
"Aren’t you going to give me an explanation for this incident?" asked the woman from the Underworld.
"I have come in person, which is a statement in itself," the elder chuckled.
"Where is the person who killed my descendants?" the woman inquired.
"On the Divine Demon Battlefield, our Altar of All Beings from the Cang Race has locked onto him. Rest assured, he cannot escape," the Cang God replied.
"To the Divine Demon Battlefield," the woman responded indifferently.
"My Cang Race has not appeared in the world for a long time, has the world almost forgotten about me?
Today can be taken as a warning to the others. Even if I go to the Immortal Path bridge in the future, no one will dare to touch my people from the Underworld."
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Within the Divine Demon Battlefield, when Xu Zimei and his two companions emerged, all the survivors hid away, not even daring to show their heads.
After the Seven-faced Demon General retrieved his Seven-Faced Lotus from White Bone Mountain, they headed towards the holy land of the Demon Race.
This holy land used to be where the Demon Race lived. After the catastrophic war that nearly wiped them out, nobody knew what became of it.
Upon reaching the territory of the Demon Race, Xu Zimei found that this world had already been enveloped in darkness.
The ground beneath his feet was crimson, with Demonic clouds drifting overhead.
The land was covered with active volcanoes, scarring the entire landscape with marks from volcanic eruptions.
The visitors here were sparse, and yet, some Demon Trees which possessed tenacious vitality were growing in this place.
Occasionally, a few black vultures would fly past with their irritating screeches, landing on the Demon Trees and watching passersby with gloomy eyes.
"My lord, it is just ahead," the White Bone Demon pointed towards a distant volcano and said.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, they approached the volcano that seemed on the verge of erupting at any moment.
The massive volcano resembled a ferocious beast with claws bared, with black smoke billowing skyward like signal fires.
The volcano was a tapestry of red, and as they approached, they could feel the intense heat. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Getting closer, even the air seemed like it would melt away.
The White Bone Demon came to the front of the volcano, formed hand signs—it appeared to be some kind of ancient seal.
A character for "demonic" flew out from his hands and entered directly into the volcano before them.
Following that, the volcano erupted completely, with the sound of booming explosions ringing out.
It was as if a great fear was brewing within.
Then, a Spatial Gate appeared in front.
The three walked into the Spatial Gate and seemed to enter the interior of the volcano.
What met their eyes was an endless sea of molten lava, a sea that could melt even steel instantly.
Temperatures in the tens of thousands of degrees were unbearable for most people.
In this sea formed of lava, there was a narrow path extending into the interior.
Flames surged on both sides, with flames waves turning into dragons roaming within the lava.
"You’ve chosen a good place for this," Xu Zimei commented.
"It wasn’t our choice. When the Ancestral Tree fell here, we established our holy land based on the Ancestral Tree," the White Bone Demon explained.
"To conceal the Ancestral Tree, Lord of the Seven Faces specially moved this volcano here as a diversion."
"It has been a long time since anyone has come here," the Seven-faced Demon General said with a hint of nostalgia.
At this moment, he seemed to have switched to another demeanor, becoming very serious.
The three walked along the path over the lava, step by step heading inward.
The lava was quite vast. After crossing it, an extremely dark alley appeared in front of them.
The three crossed the alley next. Within this alley, countless roads crisscrossed and intertwined.
An ordinary person, even if they passed the lava sea, would get lost here.
