Chapter 273 - 238-239: Demon Kings Gather, Demons Wreak Havoc

Chapter 273: Chapter 238-239: Demon Kings Gather, Demons Wreak Havoc

The Power of Restriction around the Cyan Yang Secret Realm weakens for a period of one year.

Therefore, the mysterious passage jointly opened by the Nascent Soul True Monarchs would last for one year.

Once the Secret Realm’s Power of Restriction begins to strengthen again, the passage will be compressed until it collapses!

Thus, this expedition into the Secret Realm will last for one year.

After one year, the Cultivators inside the Secret Realm must come out. Otherwise, they will have to wait another 480 years for their next chance to leave.

That is, if they can even survive for 480 years inside the Secret Realm!

And that’s not even considering how dangerous it is inside.

Four hundred and eighty years is enough time to claim the lives of most Cultivators.

Even for Core Formation Cultivators in their prime, 480 years is long enough to see them to their graves.

’Two at Mid-stage Core Formation, five at Early-stage Core Formation, 187 at Late-stage Foundation Establishment, Mid-stage Foundation Establishment...’

Xu Chang’an’s Demon Sense enveloped the surroundings as he assessed the situation.

There were no Nascent Soul True Monarchs present, so with his current strength, Xu Chang’an could act without restraint.

The few Core Formation Zhenren remaining at the scene felt a boundless Divine Sense sweep past them, an unspeakable pressure rising in their hearts.

"This is..."

The two Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren exchanged a look.

’There’s still a Nascent Soul True Monarch here!’

The opening of the Cyan Yang Secret Realm was a major event, but not every Nascent Soul True Monarch would go inside. It wasn’t unheard of for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to stay outside and watch the proceedings.

When a Nascent Soul True Monarch was involved, they could only swallow their anger.

After assessing the cultivators outside the Secret Realm, Xu Chang’an quietly departed.

The expedition would last for a year. He intended to use this time to make some preparations!

...

「More than half a year later.」

In a forest of ancient trees located in a spur of the Netherworld Mountain Range, just outside the Cyan Yang Secret Realm.

The two Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren standing guard here were both Elders of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect.

"I wonder if the Supreme Elders will bring back any Nascent Soul Formation Spiritual Items from this expedition into the Secret Realm!?"

"Nascent Soul Formation Spiritual Items are found by luck, not effort! But inside the Cyan Yang Secret Realm, they aren’t exactly rare. With the power of our Supreme Elders, they should be able to bring back a good number!"

"That would be wonderful! If they’re placed in the Sect’s Merit Hall, then in a few hundred years, you and I might get our Nascent Soul Formation Opportunity!"

"Haha, let’s hope so!"

The two Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren sat cross-legged atop an ancient tree, chatting idly with one another.

Besides the two of them, several Early-stage Core Formation Zhenren had formed their own circle and were chatting amongst themselves.

A year wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short, either.

Although they were on a Sect mission to stand guard, that didn’t stop them from enjoying a little leisure time.

With the prestige of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect and so many Core Formation Zhenren standing guard, no Cultivator would be reckless enough to act insolently.

As for the Demon Race...

They were even less of a concern!

It was doubtful they could even gather so many Demon Kings at once in the entire Netherworld Mountain Range spur, let alone the whole Qingyang Cultivation Realm!

Just as the two Zhenren were chatting with each other.

BOOM!

A massive claw crackling with Thunderbolt light descended from the sky, slamming directly onto one of the Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren.

"What!"

The Core Formation Zhenren’s face was a mask of horror. He hastily tried to play his trump card to defend himself.

But the claw was too fast. He had no time to react and could only just manage to activate a Magical Treasure to defend himself.

VMM!

A flash of light!

Under the giant claw’s strike, the Magical Treasure’s Spirituality was severely damaged, and it was instantly blasted aside.

The immense force caused the ancient tree beneath the Core Formation Zhenren to instantly explode, completely pulverized.

CRACK!

The crunch of shattering bone.

In a single instant, the Core Formation Zhenren was crushed into a bloody pulp.

Blood sprayed out in an instant, staining the ground red.

"Ah! What is..."

The other Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren stared in horrified disbelief at the scene that had just unfolded.

He looked up.

A colossal figure that seemed to blot out the sun appeared not far away.

It was a Mouse Demon, over three hundred zhang tall, its body covered in purple markings and faint arcs of electricity crackling around it.

The crackling electricity made the very air around it tremble.

"An Unparalleled Demon King at the Nascent Soul Realm!"

The remaining Mid-stage Core Formation Zhenren stared at the enormous figure, utterly shocked.

’A true Unparalleled Demon King... why would one appear here!?’

Before he could ponder it further, a series of roars echoed one after another.

BOOM—ROAR—

The roars seemed to come from all directions. For a moment, it felt as if the entire world was filled with the cries of Demons.

It wasn’t just on the ground; winged Demons began to appear in the sky.

"A Demon King!"

An enormous figure, over a hundred zhang in size, came whistling through the air. Pitch-black Flame flickered on its golden wings.

The Golden-Feathered Black Flame Bird!

A peak Demon King at Late-stage Core Formation!

A famous Demon King from the Netherworld Mountain Range!

But it was usually deferential toward the Human Race, intimidated by the might of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect.

But now...

’Why!?’

’The Demon Race... how dare they!?’

’Aren’t they afraid of incurring the wrath of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect!?’

BOOM!

A giant Vajra Ape, massive as a Demon God, appeared.

With a single stomp, it crushed two Foundation Establishment Cultivators to death!

’Another Demon King!’

The Core Formation Zhenren was dumbstruck. It wasn’t just the Vajra Ape; in the distance, more figures were constantly appearing.

Figures tens of zhang tall, hundreds of zhang tall, even several hundred zhang tall...

From what he could see alone, there were no fewer than ten Demon Kings.

Besides the Demon Kings, there was also a dense horde of the Demon Race’s Great Demons.

They were so numerous that he couldn’t get a clear count.

At this moment, it was as if a cataclysm had arrived.

And he was facing it head-on!

...

This Unparalleled Demon King who had suddenly appeared was, of course, Xu Chang’an.