Chapter 1181 - 1180: Greetings, Mr. Ye!

"If we're talking about how Southern Heaven has fallen to this sorry state today, it's naturally all because of Ye the Demon!"

"Ye the Demon, for personal vendettas, leveled the Vajra Temple and Taotian Palace, exterminating the Sect Leaders and Sect Masters of the Thirty-Six Sects. Surely, he was happy, but did he ever think about what our Southern Heaven is like now?"

"If he hadn't died, it would be fine! But he suddenly got a hot-headed moment and provoked the sacred ground. And now, well, his life and death remain unknown, leaving all of us in Southern Heaven suffering!"

In the courtyard.

Many cultivators sat there, and a middle-aged man sat looking filled with indignation.

He was the Hall Master of the Battle Martial Hall of the Cyan Flame Sect. When the Cyan Flame Sect was destroyed, he was still outside. By the time he returned, he was greeted by the sight of the Cyan Flame Sect turned to scorched earth.

Some of the remaining Hall Masters and Stewards of the Cyan Flame Sect sitting beside him nodded in agreement, seeming to support him.

Sixth Elder Ying Chutian sat at the head, silent.

"Indeed, originally Southern Heaven had the Thirty-Six Sects in place, and even though we couldn't withstand the Western Wilderness, it wouldn't be this passive. To carefully count, at least a hundred Celestial Immortals died at Ye the Demon's hands!"

Someone sighed longingly:

"If the Sect Leader were still here, our Cyan Flame Sect wouldn't have suffered this catastrophe!"

At these words, everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Exactly.

Though Yi Tianli was only Celestial Immortal Third Layer, he had the Demon Fire Furnace, using this furnace, the moment the sect was under attack, he could immediately activate the 'Nine Dragon Celestial Fire Array.'

Even hundreds of Celestial Immortals wouldn't easily break this array in an instant.

After this, the Cyan Flame Sect would just need to gather the sect's powerhouses and await reinforcements, then they could repel the invaders. But without the Demon Fire Furnace, the 'Nine Dragon Celestial Fire Array' lost seventy percent of its power, and the two Supreme Elders, one died, and one was wounded; it was broken through in merely half an hour.

The Cyan Flame Sect, once one of the Thirty-Six Sects, had already fallen to the point of having only a few cats remaining, and not even a few Earth Immortals left.

"Let's not discuss this anymore!" At this point, Sixth Elder Ying Chutian couldn't help but speak, "The pressing matter now is how to resolve the current situation."

"That's easy!"

Earlier, the Battle Martial Hall Master Chen Qianxin spoke calmly:

"First, gather all personnel in the sect."

"Part of them will be combat personnel, led by Stewards, Hall Masters, or Human Immortals, gradually cleaning out the remaining resentful souls and fierce ghosts in the Cyan Flame Sect. Another part will search the entire Cyan Flame Sect, immediately burn all corpses, and search for survivors to increase our strength!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

In this battle, the Cyan Flame Sect suffered countless casualties, including many Earth Immortals and Human Immortals, with massive resentment and death energy. Without timely cleaning, some powerful Ghost Gods could easily emerge.

To keep the Cyan Flame Sect standing, one must first stabilize the existing foundation.

But at this time, someone shook their head and said:

"This method can only solve the immediate crisis! The Western Wilderness Demon Sect's offensive is like a tide; this is only the first wave, and the situation we face next will be even more severe! We must first think of a way to cope with the upcoming situation!"

"How difficult this is!" Ying Chutian sighed.

The Western Wilderness doesn't only consist of the Twelve Demon Sects.

Only these twelve sects are the strongest; besides them, there are countless small Demon Sects, like cattle hair in number. If the Twelve Demon Sects are fierce tigers descending the mountain, then the rest are like locusts crossing the border.

Moreover.

Even if they barely block it, it would attract the attention of the Twelve Demon Sects.

"Tada, tada, tada!"

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside.

"Who is it?"

Many people immediately became vigilant.

"It's Sun Gao from the Grass and Wood Hall!" Ying Chutian scanned with divine thought and said calmly: "After the Cyan Flame Sect was broken, I issued a hero's post to summon sect experts and Southern Heaven Loose Cultivators to come and assist. I suppose someone must be coming to help now! I wonder who it is this time..."

But as he spoke, they saw three figures slowly approaching from afar.

The one walking in front was Sun Gao and Ning Lu.

The one at the back was incredibly young, about in his early twenties, wearing a lavish gown with flowing sleeves, looking more like a rich young master leisurely touring than a hero resisting the Demon Sect.

"So young?"

Everyone saw this figure and couldn't help but shake their heads quietly.

Indeed!

Too young!

So young, how much combat power could one have? Likely not even at the Human Immortal level. If he were to fight the Demon Sect, he would probably be cannon fodder, unable to make a decisive impact.

Therefore, they took one glance and then withdrew their gaze, unfazed.

"Who... who... who..."

Ying Chutian sat at the head of the hall, also just right to see this figure, and suddenly his pupils shrunk, all words stuck in his throat like fishbones, unable to be uttered.

Leading Ye Qingchen all the way, Sun Gao heard these words, showing a trace of disdain in his eyes, casually pointing to a corner: "You can stay there and not affect the Elders and Hall Masters!"

Ning Lu beside him hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes! Senior, these people are very fierce; last time I was scolded harshly for a small mistake!"

Ye Qingchen laughed heartily, looking at Ning Lu as if seeing his sister Ye Qing, "Don't worry, I don't fear them, but rather they might fear me!"

Sun Gao frowned deeper upon this.

He really couldn't see what capability Ye Qingchen had, so young yet dared to boast so wildly.

Battle Martial Hall's Chen Qianxin hadn't realized the problem outside and casually took over the conversation:

"The problem now is that we lack high-level combat power; in the battle between Right and Demon, under Celestial Immortal, all are ants. But ordinary Celestial Immortals also can't hold the banner, can't resist the Twelve Demon Sects!"

"Hmph, thinking of holding the banner? The Thirty-Six Sects, the dead are dead, the crippled are crippled, Celestial Immortals nearly all gone. The remaining Independent Celestial Immortals are hard to command. And relying solely on them, how could we resist the Western Wilderness Demon Sect?"

"Indeed!" At this moment, someone seamlessly joined the conversation, sighing deeply: "In this situation, the general people can't resist unless Ye the Demon returned to life!"

"Ye the Demon?" Chen Qianxin sneered disdainfully: "That wretch has had no news for so long, probably already dead in the sacred ground..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but nod slightly.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, a voice interjected.

Everyone was startled and turned their heads, seeing a young man with flowing sleeves standing there, with Sun Gao beside him looking extremely fearful.

"Who are you, daring to cause trouble here?" Chen Qianxin slammed the table, jumped up, and shouted angrily.

The hall's attendees were also full of discontent.

They were already dismissive of Ye Qingchen due to his youthful appearance, and now seeing him dare to interrupt in such a venue, they glared at him in anger. Facing the fury of everyone, Sun Gao was already internally cursing Ye Qingchen severely:

'What are you, daring to cause trouble in such a place?'

"Senior, you..."

Even Ning Lu, not understanding the situation, was shocked in appearance.

Just as someone was about to step forward to remove this troublemaker.

Sitting in the head seat, Ying Chutian rose tremblingly, surprising everyone with his full run towards Ye Qingchen, eventually kneeling directly:

"Cyan Flame Sect's Sixth Elder! Ying Chutian! Pays respect to Mr. Ye!"

As the words fell.

The room went dead silent, not a sound to be heard.

Everyone was petrified, mouths agape!

What on earth is going on?