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Southern Wilderness.
The plain formed by the collapse of two mountains has completely disappeared, turning into a bottomless giant sewage pit. Surrounding the Deep Pool are piles of rocks as high as mountains and fertile humus. All the trees on the nearby peaks have been flattened, extending all the way to Great Lake, leaving nothing but barren land without a hint of green.
Above the sewage pit, a crowd gathers like dark clouds, at the center of which are all the prominent figures of the Demon Sect.
These individuals are rarely seen; in the eyes of ordinary Demon Sect members, they are even legendary figures, each a notorious villain known far and wide. At this moment, they have all appeared, including the sixty personal guards of Yandao Demon Lord, all frowning and staring intently below.
Li Xiaolou looks pale, with her messy hair covered in mud, something unimaginable in the past. Yet she doesn’t care at all, her brow furrowed with deep concern. "It’s been two months; Father has been inside for two months with no news. What should we do? What should we do?"
This Witch seems genuinely worried about her adoptive father, Yandao Demon Lord.
Ruyi Hall Master Buxueyi glances over, wanting to say something but feigning hesitation. In Xiao Rushi's eyes, there is no hiding her deep disdain. Xiao Rushi turns her head away with a cold snort.
Buxueyi shoots a sidelong glance at Xiao Rushi, just about to mock her when Ironclad coldly shouts, "Shut up! You two argue every day; if you’re not annoyed, I am!"
"Oh, someone really thinks they’re the future Demon Sect Leader!"
With a flash of Black Light, Ironclad, with his towering physique, moves close to Buxueyi, his cold Mysterious Iron armor almost touching her nose. "What did you say? Say it again!"
A flicker of fear crosses Buxueyi's eyes as she hurriedly puts on a smile. "I wasn’t talking about you, Senior Brother; please don’t misunderstand!"
"Hmph! Whether you misunderstand or not, I don’t want to see any infighting right now. So shut up!" Ironclad barks.
Xiao Rushi is unfazed; she raises her hand and leisurely observes her slender fingers like spring onions. "He’s talking about me. Senior Brother, this ambiguous thing doesn’t even acknowledge Master. If you really want to be the next sect leader, I support you; however, your first task should be to kill him!" Xiao Rushi suddenly points her long finger at Buxueyi.
In an instant, Buxueyi’s face turns ashen with rage as she forgets to maintain her flirtatious demeanor. "Old Three! Do you really want to fight me? Fine! I’ll oblige! I know you’ve always looked down on me; since Master isn’t here anymore, let’s go all out!"
A snow-white cloak billowed, and an immediate chill erupted. A cold, slender White Shadow shot out from Buxueyi's left hand, transforming in an instant from one to ten, then to a hundred. Buxueyi seemed to be enveloped in a layer of white icy mist, and their body suddenly vanished.
Xiao Rushi chuckled softly, and the next moment, a layer of Strange white scales suddenly appeared on his hands, rapidly spreading upward. In the blink of an eye, even Xiao Rushi's facial skin was covered in white scales, resembling a white serpent person.
Members of the Azure Guardian whispered among themselves: "The Sect Leader has bestowed the Qilin Armor and the Thousand Birds Sword. It has been years since we've seen them used! These two are actually fighting against their own at this critical moment, even bringing out the Qilin Armor and the Thousand Birds Sword!"
"That's great! Everyone is tired of digging anyway; let's enjoy the show first!"
"The Sect Leader isn't here, and those two are causing trouble every day! Bah!"
The crowd dispersed like dark clouds, fearing that the impending battle would affect them.
Ironclad was furious, standing between the two with a cold glare. Li Xiaolou soared into the air and coldly laughed at the seemingly indifferent Phoenix Perches on the Wutong: "Go ahead and fight; it's better if one of you dies!"
Suddenly, a cold shout rang out: "Stop!"
The voice was not loud but pierced through everyone's hearts like a sharp sword. Every Demon Sect Monster present felt a jolt in their chests and looked down in shock, shouting as if the mountains were collapsing: "The Sect Leader! The Sect Leader has come out!"
A mass of black mist floated above the polluted pond, with two eerie eyes moving within it; it was the image of Yandao Demon Lord, who usually appeared before the demons.
"Father!" Li Xiaolou cried out joyfully as she rushed down, ecstatic, and deeply bowed in front of the black mist in a profound Ling Kong gesture.
"Long live the Sect Leader!" The demons rejoiced wildly, all bowing in Ling Kong.
Yandao slowly floated up, approaching Xiao Rushi and Buxueyi. His icy gaze made both Xiao Rushi and Buxueyi tremble uncontrollably.
"Internal strife? My good disciple! Get out! You are not allowed to step out of the palace for three years! Now leave!"
Xiao Rushi and Buxueyi turned pale with fear, not daring to argue. They bowed their heads to Yandao Demon Lord and quickly turned to leave, taking the people from Wave-Flow Palace and Ruyi Palace with them. The two groups parted ways, hurrying back to their respective territories.
Li Xiaolou clapped her hands and laughed, "Father, you are so imposing! Luckily you came out; otherwise, they wouldn't know when to stop!" She paused for a moment, her eyes darting, "But what about the Purgatory Ten Kings?"
"All returned to Azure Sky Palace," Yandao replied without looking at the eager Li Xiaolou, immediately transforming into a Black Light and fleeing north.
Li Xiaolou's smile froze on her face as she glanced at Phoenix Perches on the Wutong.
Phoenix Perches on the Wutong frowned slightly. Seeing Li Xiaolou looking at her, she whispered, "Let's go. Father said to return to the palace; we can talk later."
The crowd of demons followed Yandao Demon Lord northward, exchanging glances in the chilling wind, feeling that the situation had ended rather abruptly.
Could something have happened down there? Could it be that the Purgatory Ten Kings were dead?
The demons directly under the Purgatory Ten Kings from Fengdu Hidden Palace felt a sense of dread and uncertainty about their future.
A few hours later, the Demon Sect army had dispersed back to their respective Hidden Palaces, and no one dared to defy Yandao's orders.
In the Azure Sky Palace hall, Li Xiaolou could no longer contain herself. "Father, what exactly happened down there? What went wrong?"
"Get out! I want you out! I need to enter seclusion. From today on, no one is allowed to disturb me, including you! Leave!" Yandao's furious roar echoed through the black mist.
Li Xiaolou hurriedly exited the hall, and the heavy door slammed shut behind her. Confused, she stood in the corridor for a long time before pulling something from her pocket and gazing at it intently for a while.
It is the token of Yandao.
Li Xiaolou stared at the token for a long time, then solemnly tucked it back into his bosom. He turned to look at the heavy door and gently walked forward.
Phoenix Perches on the Wutong emerged from behind a corner of the hall, the emerald Green Dragon Flute dancing rapidly between his fingers, reflecting the many indecisive thoughts in his heart. Knowing his brother's habits well, Li Xiaolou pointed towards his residence. The two of them flew towards it, one after the other.
The fragrance of Lotus Pond wafted through the air, with pink Lotuses dotting the dark Underworld Cold Spring. A beam of Radiance shone down from Azure Falls, illuminating the Lotus Pond and creating two distinctly different worlds. One side was dark and gloomy like a Dead Zone, while the other was vibrant and colorful. As time passed, the Radiance slanted westward, and the Lotus Pond was soon engulfed in cold darkness, losing all its colors.
The Vermilion Tower was unlit, and Li Xiaolou sat in the darkness, transmitting sound: "What have you noticed?"
"Father has been seriously injured. His shout and subsequent words were all lacking in strength." The Green Dragon Flute spun rapidly in Phoenix Perches on the Wutong's hand, moving faster and faster as his brows furrowed tighter.
Li Xiaolou gasped: "What kind of place is so formidable that even Father has been severely injured!"
"Haven't you heard the legends of the Ancient God? We current cultivators are nothing but insignificant ants compared to them; even Father is no exception."
"Ancient God..." Li Xiaolou pondered. She could no longer sit still and began pacing back and forth before suddenly turning around: "Could it be that Chu Hongzi actually gained all the benefits from the Ancient God?! No! Absolutely not!"
"Calm down. That Chu Hongzi hasn't had any news until today; Father couldn't gain anything from there, let alone him. I suspect he and those old fellows from Nine Li Sect who entered later all perished inside. Xuan Xuzi is just putting on a show for blind eyes, or perhaps he knows full well that it's a den of danger and doesn't dare to enter!"
"But Father insisted on going." Li Xiaolou frowned her beautiful long brows. "He is already stuck in Tribulation Period for Three Thousand Years; if there are no signs of ascension soon, he will lose his power. That's why he is anxious."
"Yes, that's also why Father fell into a trap; he was too eager and was played by that old fellow Xuan Xuzi. It must be even more perilous inside; not only did he lose Purgatory Ten Kings but also himself."
"Well, no wonder he was so eager to rush us out for seclusion..."
The two fell silent at this point. Li Xiaolou gradually had an idea spring to mind, and her thoughts became clear.
"The token from Father is still in my hands. He can’t manage affairs, but we need to handle things well. Those people are not kind, and there might be changes. Do you agree?" Li Xiaolou fixed her gaze on Phoenix Perches on the Wutong and said solemnly.
Her words sounded grand, but Phoenix Perches on the Wutong understood the deeper meaning behind them. Her adoptive father, Yandao Demon Lord, could no longer manage affairs, and this retreat might last for ten or even a hundred years. With no one in charge of the Demon Sect, it was a golden opportunity that Li Xiaolou was not going to let slip away.
Phoenix Perches on the Wutong considered for only a moment before agreeing, "Alright! I will follow your lead. Just be careful not to let Father notice your actions; otherwise..." The expression on Phoenix Perches on the Wutong's face turned grim.
Both of them were very clear about Yandao Demon Lord's character. He seemed quite lenient towards his subordinates and disciples, rarely punishing anyone personally; even when he did punish, it was usually something minor like house arrest. But this meant losing favor. Losing Yandao's favor meant that in his eyes, you had become an expendable dead weight.
Li Xiaolou had experienced such days herself. She acted on her own accord, meddling in the Mortal Realm's court affairs, which led to Phoenix Perches on the Wutong being forced by Li Hong to swear a soul oath. When Yandao found out, he was furious and punished Li Xiaolou with three years of house arrest. During that time, she was seen as a dead person in the eyes of everyone in the Demon Sect. Fortunately, Yandao still valued their father-daughter relationship, allowing Li Xiaolou to turn her situation around.
Thinking back on that period filled Li Xiaolou with deep fear, but the deep-seated hatred that had penetrated her bones and blood could not go unavenged. To seek revenge, she needed to grasp power over the Demon Sect.
She said softly, "Don't worry; this time I will have someone else do it. Even if my father finds out, it will be that scapegoat who suffers. As for me, I just need to continue using this token."
The blood-red Yandao token glowed faintly in Li Xiaolou's palm. Phoenix Perches on the Wutong suddenly felt a chill run through him: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Li Xiaolou did not answer but gave a cold smile.
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