Chapter 571 - 341: The Nine Great Emperors of the Old Celestial Court, the Outer World Divine Stele, and the Sages of Past Generations

Dragon Peak Mountain.

A strange black cloud escaped from the entrance of the Barrier, emitting a terrifying fluctuation of power.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a black Demon Tower.

The surface of the black tower carried the phantom of its Artifact Spirit, which coalesced into a human figure. Trailing a long stream of Demonic Light, it flew out from Dragon Peak Mountain.

The Dao Alliance Qi Cultivators and Confucian Temple scholars standing guard at the cave entrance were all slightly stunned by the sight.

"What is that thing?"

"Such a malevolent aura. Should we try to intercept it?"

"The Alliance Leader ordered us to stand guard here precisely to prevent any unexpected incidents."

A middle-aged man in gray robes, cradling a sword, stared with a grave expression. His black beard fluttered beneath his chin, and his robes snapped in the wind.

Even as a Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator in the Immortal Realm, he felt a sense of dread when facing the black Demon Tower.

From this, one could deduce that the Demon Tower was no ordinary Magical Treasure.

"Sect Master Zhou, be careful! That thing doesn’t seem right. Its aura is tyrannical, bizarre, and utterly strange. I fear it might be an Ancient Relic from a Grotto Heaven."

The Elders of the Dao Alliance from Yunxia Mountain, Soaring Dragon Peak, and other sects simultaneously unleashed their Divine Techniques, striking at the black Demon Tower.

They intended to capture and suppress it from a distance.

However, the surface of the black Demon Tower was protected by a dark mist. Even with two Dao Alliance True Monarchs and one Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator taking action, they couldn’t stop it in the slightest.

The Demon Tower’s speed was astonishing, comparable to the divine traversal techniques of an Upper Three Grade Cultivator. It transformed into a streak of demonic light and shot toward the vast, boundless Northern Great Wall.

The Northern Great Wall snaked for hundreds of thousands of miles from east to west.

Deep within the heartland of the Great Wall lay an expanse of profound darkness, like a forbidden zone.

A faint candlelight stood upon a stone cliff.

Witch Palace Language stood at the cliff’s edge, gazing into the distance. Her waterfall of black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her emotionless, ghostly green Demon Eyes were soul-stirring. Her skin was snow-white, like the finest jade, and her moist, crimson lips were lightly closed.

Her gaze naturally carried a domineering air and a cold indifference to life itself.

"It’s here, as expected."

It was as if Witch Palace Language had long known something would pass through here, and so she had been waiting here well in advance.

Beside her stood an old woman dressed in a long, pale pink, peach-blossom-patterned jacket.

"They say insatiable greed is human nature. Peach Blossom Granny, why do you think even Divine Beings can be so insatiably greedy?" Witch Palace Language asked thoughtfully, looking up at the sky.

The old woman smiled faintly and replied, "Where there is profit, there is rivalry."

Witch Palace Language murmured, "Can I truly reshape the order of this world, then?"

"As long as you, Empress, use the Divine Object to break through to the realm of the Divine Beings, it will be possible to not only reshape the world’s order, but perhaps even reshape Reincarnation itself."

Witch Palace Language’s gaze gradually sharpened.

The next second, a black streak of light shot across the sky at extreme speed.

Witch Palace Language extended her palm. A black Turtle Shell floated up as she mobilized the Celestial Demon Power within her. A watery sheen appeared in her green Demon Eyes.

In an instant, an invisible barrier materialized in the void, halting the streak of light’s advance.

"Capture!"

Witch Palace Language let out a soft cry, unleashing an extremely unique Space-Time Ancestor Witch Technique.

The flow of time in the surrounding area slowed to a crawl, becoming almost indistinguishable from being completely still.

"It’s a Demon Tower left behind by a Divine Being."

Witch Palace Language got a clear look at the object. After she had examined it for a moment, Peach Blossom Granny added:

"If I’m not mistaken, this should be the Lifebound Treasure of one of the nine Emperors of the Old Celestial Court—the Thousand Evil Slaughter Tower."

Witch Palace Language glanced at the Demon Tower before her, unable to associate it with the magnificent Celestial Court. "The nine Emperors of the Old Celestial Court? You mean..."

"The Abandoned Heaven Demon Emperor."

Peach Blossom Granny uttered a name.

She had lived for countless years and was familiar with many legends.

"The Abandoned Heaven Demon Emperor, originally named Abandoned Heaven, was a Celestial Court Emperor who governed one of the Nine Directions Heaven and Earth. However, due to an accident, he came into contact with a mysterious object from the Outer Heaven and became a Fallen Demon. He then refined a vile object like the Thousand Evil Slaughter Tower, betrayed the Celestial Court, and took on the title of Abandoned Heaven Demon Emperor."

Witch Palace Language watched the struggling Artifact Spirit within the time-slowed space. She pressed her five fingers to the ground as countless Curse Seals emitted a ghostly light. She then chanted:

"Rashomon."

RUMBLE!

The ground trembled violently, and a Gate of Hell, resembling a gaping, crimson maw, quickly rose from the earth.

It swallowed the black Demon Tower, suppressing it within.

After doing all this, she looked at Peach Blossom Granny. "Granny, can you tell me what happened next?"

"Of course."

Peach Blossom Granny smiled.

The Great Nether Divine Venerable of Taizhi Mountain, also known as the Peach Blossom Goddess, was acting just like a kind old grandmother in front of Witch Palace Language.

"Most of the stories that followed are well-known, so this old one will pick out some fresher tales to tell."

"After the War of Ascension, the era of the Human Race’s rise began. Since ancient times, three major races in the world have been favored by the Celestial Dao: the Demon Race, the Witch Race, and the Human Race.

Following the Human Race’s ’Godslaying’, they fully entered the era of the Celestial Mandate. At the same time, however, the Nine Directions Heaven and Earth were shattered in the war. Only three worlds remain intact today: the Central Plains World, the Wilderness World, and the Holy Netherworld."

"These are also known as the Lower Three Realms—the Mortal World in the eyes of the Divine Beings."

"Doesn’t that mean there are also the Middle Three Realms and the Upper Three Realms?" Witch Palace Language asked, a strange expression on her face.

Peach Blossom Granny nodded. "There used to be. But later, the Six Realms were shattered beyond repair. The Middle Three Realms have since merged with the Central Plains World, becoming what is now the Human Domain’s Haoran Continent, Ten Thousand Buddha Continent, and Cyan Nether Continent."