Chapter 755 - 485: The Celestial Ruins Will Open! (Double-Length)

Chapter 755: Chapter 485: The Celestial Ruins Will Open! (Double-Length)

Imperial decrees were dispatched from Cloud Emperor City, flying towards the thirty-six paths of Yun Province.

Cui Bai Dao, located at the southernmost part of Yun Province, was among the last to receive the decree.

That night, Prince Cui summoned Song Changming.

"His Majesty sent an imperial decree; this year’s Imperial Banquet is being held earlier," Prince Cui said directly.

"Just in three days."

Song Changming paused for a moment, then nodded.

Earlier is earlier; since the military parade is already over, it’s good to have it earlier, avoiding anticipation.

"When should we set off?"

"Tomorrow morning," Prince Cui replied.

"Alright."

Watching Song Changming leave, Prince Cui furrowed his brows slightly.

In his memory, the date of the Imperial Banquet had never been changed suddenly.

This only meant that his Majesty had reasons to advance the banquet.

"What could it be..." Prince Cui muttered to himself and then shook his head privately.

Thinking too much now is useless; maybe everything will be clear upon seeing Emperor Yun.

...

In the Nine Netherworld, a place of chilling desolation, shadows wafted about, greedily absorbing the cold Yin spiritual power of the location.

Suddenly, the barren ground began to tremble continuously.

The next moment, giant beasts exuding vigorous demon qi appeared, moving slowly in the same direction, leaving deep pit-like footprints in their wake.

At the same time, the ground shattered, and powerful demons with extraordinary demon power emerged from beneath it.

In the sky, mighty bird demons swooped down.

Clearly, all these demon races had come for a common purpose.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of a high cliff, all looking up expectantly.

Beneath the lone moon, a black crow cawed. At the top of the cliff stood a figure, clad in black robes of the Human Race, with sleek black hair cascading down, tall and slender, appearing Human.

But an overwhelming demon power emanated terrifyingly from him, with demon qi so immense it shocked all the demons present, proving this figure had nothing to do with the Human Race.

"Greetings, Celestial Venerable Mo!"

"Greetings, Celestial Venerable Mo!"

"..."

The demons present successively paid homage to this dreadful demon shadow on the cliff top.

The figure slightly tilted his head, revealing a handsome face.

With extremely pale skin and exquisite features, carrying a hint of wickedness, his eyes were deeply black, with larger pupils, reducing the proportion of the whites of his eyes.

The man exuded a cold demeanor, expressionless, not responding to the demons’ salutations below.

"The Celestial Ruins Realm is about to open. At that time, join me inside and seize your opportunities," the man said airily, appearing somewhat unconcerned.

Yet his words made the demons below exceedingly excited.

"To be led by the Celestial Venerable is our greatest honor; we will follow to the death," roared a mud-covered creature, its voice rumbling like thunder, resonating through heaven and earth.

"Just hoping to find a small opportunity within the Celestial Ruins Realm," a rat-faced creature said, rubbing its hands with a grin.

The man finally glanced indifferently at the lone moon before vanishing into thin air.

After the man left, the assembled demons began to mingle and speak freely.

"It’s said the Celestial Ruins Realm is filled with countless ancient relics, monopolized by the Yunzhou Human Race in the past; this time, the Ten Thousand Demons of the Nine Netherworld should also get a share!"

"Indeed, when the Human Race Grandmasters of Yunzhou enter, perhaps we can ambush them, feasting on Grandmaster flesh amidst the chaos!"

"Hahaha, well said, it’s rumored that a bite of Grandmaster flesh can enhance cultivation by ten years, if fortunate enough..."

"Forget ten years, it’s a hundred years!"

"Exaggerating is unnecessary, nonetheless..."

"..."

Thirty Six Grotto Heavens of the South Border, Baitian Lake.

In the former site of the Baitian Temple, once established by Master Baitian and utterly destroyed by Song Changming, no trace of the Dan Temple remained.

The vacated Baitian Lake grotto-heaven, after bloody skirmishes and changing hands several times, was eventually occupied by the Guanxu Sect, which secured its position with strong sect power.

After fending off rivals, Guanxu Sect became the master of Baitian Lake. No one mentioned the former Baitian Temple anymore.

Until this day.

Several figures with ghastly pale skin appeared in the air, surrounded by formidable demon qi, affirming their demon identity.

Looking at the unfamiliar Guanxu Sect below, these demons showed indifferent expressions.

"It seems the one who inherited some of Father’s bloodline has been exterminated."

"Better dead, saves Father from being softhearted and worried."

"Nonetheless, this matter should be reported to Father, especially since that individual used the name of Father and our Eight-eyed White-haired Worm Race. Their death tarnishes our reputation."

"Hmph!"

As the demons spoke, several figures emerged from Guanxu Sect below, all resembling immortal dao practitioners, old men with white hair.

From their aura, it was not difficult to discern that these elderly were all Grandmasters of the Human Race.

Undoubtedly, the sudden appearance of demons had alarmed these Grandmasters.

"What are your purposes at my Guanxu Sect?" one of the Elder Grandmasters asked with a concentrated and solemn voice.

These demons, with their demon eyes, gazed at the Human Race Grandmasters, neither showing any trace of fear nor hesitation, but rather a bit of arrogance.

As if in their eyes, Human Race Grandmasters were insignificant, unworthy of consideration.

"I have to ask you..."

...

An Province, as the name suggests, this continent never sees sunlight all year round, all living beings accompany darkness daily.