Chapter 2387 - 2388: The Visitor

The vortex-like cyclone descends gradually from the sky, finally settling on the mountaintop.

As the cyclone dissipates, it reveals a person.

He is dressed in white, his face handsome, holding a scholar fan in his hand, resembling a distinguished scholar official from the Ming and Qing periods.

Chen Xingzhu's heart skips a beat.

The aura from this Demon Race envoy is entirely undetectable to her, which is exceptionally unusual.

Qiongqi Demon God resides high above in Wanren Sky, within the Demon Palace, and any random person there is at least a Demon Marshal, even higher in rank than a Demon Emperor.

Wherever these important figures go, their imposing presence is overwhelming, and their fierce aura flows like torrents.

However, the Demon Race envoy before her, looking like a young nobleman, carries no trace of a Demon Race aura.

This raises an intense vigilance in Chen Xingzhu's heart.

Nonetheless, Chen Xingzhu, being exceptionally smart, despite the heightened alertness in her heart, maintains a respectful demeanor on her face.

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Envoy."

Chen Xingzhu speaks first, followed by numerous demons behind her, shouting in unison.

The sound waves roll in the Demon Domain, scattering the gray-white clouds throughout the sky.

The young man furrows his brows, inserts an unrefined finger into his ear, seeming unable to tolerate the noise.

He glances lightly at Chen Xingzhu and suddenly asks.

"Is this the Demon Domain of Wu Zhiqi? Can it lead to Earth Space?"

Chen Xingzhu nods, feeling some uncertainty.

Could it be that this Demon Race envoy doesn't know the location of his arrival?

The young man smiles faintly, opens the folding fan, shakes it before his chest, and suddenly vanishes.

"My lord..."

Chen Xingzhu suddenly stands up, exclaiming, yet her divine sense and keen sight cannot discern the young man's whereabouts.

This situation is exceedingly strange, leading countless demon soldiers to start whispering.

Though Chen Xingzhu is clever, she has never witnessed such peculiar phenomenons, temporarily losing direction.

At this moment, the gray-white sky unveils yet another tornado-like vortex.

An incredibly powerful aura suddenly descends.

This leaves Chen Xingzhu astounded.

Could the young man who descended earlier not be the Demon Race envoy?

Chen Xingzhu's eyes flash, yet she refrains from kneeling.

The vortex, resembling Kunpeng's massive wings, descends all the way to the ground.

As the black tornado vortex evaporates, it reveals two figures: a beautiful young girl and a white-haired elder.

Chen Xingzhu's eye muscles twitch, her heart racing.

With her sight, she can naturally discern that these two are not from the Demon Race, but are powerful cultivators, both having forged the Body of the Sun God.

The elderly man and girl look at Chen Xingzhu for a moment but ignore her and vanish into the void.

Soon after, seven or eight more groups of cultivators arrive.

Men and women, old and young, some even enchanted with the Body of the Sun God, including the Demon King.

These powerful cultivators also ignore Chen Xingzhu, disappearing into the void one after another.

Chen Xingzhu is utterly bewildered.

She can sense these two groups of cultivators have not stayed in the Demon Domain but directly headed to Earth Space.

Though Earth Space is rich in spiritual energy, there aren't many things that could attract such powerful cultivators, except possibly the soon-to-be-opened Door of Creation?

Upon realizing this, a bright clarity settles in Chen Xingzhu's heart, inadvertently increasing her concern for Yang Fei.

The ruthless man has just collected the Crystal Skull, likely poised to open the Door of Creation.

Can he manage with so many powerful Solar Deity cultivators arriving simultaneously?

At this moment, a cry of anguish sounds, as a chubby figure plummets directly from the void.

He crashes before Chen Xingzhu, forming a pit on the ground.

Caught off guard, Chen Xingzhu fixes her gaze.

The fellow's head is completely bald, barren of any hair, clad in a red robe, with a bruised and battered appearance akin to a raccoon that's been fiercely beaten.

This extremely conspicuous fellow has a strange runic symbol flashing in the center of his forehead.

Upon seeing this unusual rune, Chen Xingzhu is startled.

This is unmistakably a true Demon Marshal!

Nervously, Chen Xingzhu approaches, respectfully helping him up.

"May I ask if you are the envoy of the Demon Race?"

The Bald Strong Man catches sight of Chen Xingzhu and seems surprised too, displaying a look of confusion.

Instinctively wiping his forehead, he appears to recall something, eventually breaking into a foolish laugh.

"Seems... I am."

Chen Xingzhu cannot help but sigh with relief, feeling a weight lift off her heart.

With endless anticipation, the Demon Race envoy arrives, only to be an innocuous, silly fellow.

Every Demon Race member Chen Xingzhu has encountered is ruthless and cunning, driven by overwhelming demonic thoughts, often exterminating entire clans.

Yet this Demon Race envoy lacks any demonic qi and appears remarkably honest and straightforward.

Known as a Demon Marshal, he has surpassed the second heavenly tribulation, a true Yang God Grand Cultivator.

Compared to Chen Xingzhu, whose body as a Demon General is yet to fully form, he is akin to an elephant standing before an ant.

Nonetheless, Chen Xingzhu dares not lower her guard.

The Demon Race is cunning, and some appear simple-minded on the surface but are black-hearted to the core.

This Demon Marshal might very well be one who pretends to be weak to devour like a tiger.

She helps the Demon Marshal rise, her face full of respect.

"Respected Demon Marshal, may I ask your honored name? And what just happened?"

The Demon Marshal's face reveals bewilderment.

"A little guy asked me to run an errand; I encountered a group on the way, and they beat me, seizing my channel..."

The more Chen Xingzhu listens, the more confused she becomes.

On the kind and honest face of the Demon Marshal are traces of grievance, speaking with some amusement.

Chen Xingzhu attempts a probing question.

"May I ask, Your Excellency, who is this little guy you refer to?"

The Demon Marshal gazes at Chen Xingzhu with wide eyes, seemingly puzzled by her inquiry.

Chen Xingzhu can only rephrase her query.

"Who sent you here, was it the Qiongqi Demon God?"

The Demon Marshal widens his eyes, contemplating intensely, and after a moment of confusion, slowly nods.

"I remember now, the little guy who feeds me every day, he's indeed called Qiongqi, although I think he's quite prosperous, at least he has something to eat."

"Qiongqi? Little guy?"

Chen Xingzhu involuntarily draws a sharp breath, inspecting the odd Demon God envoy before her.

He dares to call the Qiongqi Demon God a little guy, what is his true background?

Within the Demon Realm, the hierarchical order is exceedingly strict.

A Demon Marshal can execute a Demon General on a whim, without reason, acting on emotions, while other demons have no objections.

Qiongqi, as a Demon God, holds a position of ultimate authority.

This humble Demon Marshal daringly calls him a little guy, something about this situation feels incredibly outrageous.