Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1932: The Demon Sect’s Formation-Breaking Tune

Shao Mengyuan seemed to be aware of some historical secrets that rendered him temporarily unable to answer the Ancient Demon.

The Ancient Demon suddenly burst into a soft laugh.

”Why are you being so serious? I’ve long stopped caring about those matters. Even though life during those years was extremely difficult since I was detested and hunted by everyone like a rat crossing the street, didn’t I still pull through?” He paused for a moment, then added, ”Furthermore, within such a harsh environment, I even managed to condense my very own Inner Domain.”

Chen Enxue finally couldn’t hold back any longer. He looked at Xie Aman and the others. ”What on earth is an Inner Domain anyway?”

Her eyes lit up. With a flash, she appeared right next to Fang Chen.

Motian Dizang glared at her. ”Back off.”

Chen Enxue refused to back down, completely unafraid of the half-step Heavenly Dao expert before her. ”Didn’t you just become the consort, yet have already started throwing your weight around? What does me looking for my junior brother have to do with you? If it’s a fight you want, then show me what you’ve got.”

Fang Chen glanced at Motian Dizang. ”This is my third senior sister.”

”Hmph.” Though Motian Dizang snorted coldly and did not attempt to hide the hostility in her eyes as she looked at Chen Enxue, she ultimately did not press the matter further.

Watching nearby, Fatian and the others couldn’t help but feel a thread of admiration for Chen Enxue.

Ever since Motian Dizang had appeared, they had essentially turned into mutes, hiding to the side without moving a muscle or uttering a single word. The deep-seated fear they held toward the head of the Motian Division was still as profound as ever.

Chen Enxue asked in a low tone, ”Old Nine, what exactly is this Inner Domain they keep talking about?”

She didn’t use voice transmission because she wanted to see if anyone else among the seniors would be willing to answer her if Fang Chen didn’t know either.

Remaining perfectly calm, Fang Chen answered, ”After the Limit Breaking Realm, one gains the opportunity to condense an Inner Domain. It provides a continuous, unending stream of power to its host.”

He then looked at the Ancient Demon, a faint trace of gravity flickering deep within his eyes. The person’s aura was highly similar to that of Jinyang and the others, which indicated that he hadn’t used the method from the Saint Canon to condense his Inner Domain either.

”Their path is clearly wrong, which is why they are experiencing massive backlash. And for him to have condensed an Inner Domain... the backlash he has to endure is likely far greater than what Saint Jinyang and the rest are facing.”

A question arose in Fang Chen’s mind. If the path taken was completely incorrect, yet an Inner Domain was still successfully condensed. Then what kind of Inner Domain would that be?

Fang Chen’s explanation to Chen Enxue indirectly cleared up the confusion in the minds of many cultivators present.

”So there are actually other realms above the Limit Breaking Realm that these seniors speak of...”

”To think I used to believe that the Heavenly Dao came right after the ninth transformation...”

”Then how does that Ancient Demon compare to the Heavenly Dao? He said he condensed an Inner Domain; could he already be a match for one?”

Whispers and murmurs continued to ripple through the crowd.

The Ancient Demon continued to smile. ”My ability to condense an Inner Domain is all thanks to you all. If not for your ’assistance,’ how could I have possessed the determination and perseverance to make it to where I am today?”

Staring at the black liquid on the Ancient Demon, Shao Mengyuan gently shook his head. ”Ancient Demon, you’ve taken the wrong path from the very beginning. Even if you are a heaven-defying genius who managed to condense an Inner Domain on this erroneous path, haven’t you noticed that your condition is highly abnormal?”

The Ancient Demon patted it unconcernedly, a doting look appearing in his eyes. ”They look highly abnormal in your eyes, but in mine, they are the very source of my power. The backlash is not by their choice, but rather because we ourselves are not strong enough. If I am strong enough, they will naturally become exceptionally obedient.”

He paused, then raised his head to look at Shao Mengyuan.

”You fear them because your inner self is too weak. Sometimes, you need to reflect on yourself to find the reason.”

Luoxue subtly glanced at Jinyang, who remained expressionless and lightly shook his head.

”Shao Mengyuan, Lang Daochun. One of you represents the God-Slaying Army, while the other represents the Saint Demon lineage. As for me, I represent the true experts of the Demon Race. Look at my followers; which one of them is as weak and spineless as you two? Not only are you pinning your hopes on this ’dying’ land, but you’re even cooperating with human beings, who are no different from insects?” The Ancient Demon smiled faintly. ”I will give you two a chance. Leave the Nine Realms with me and return to the Qingming Supreme Alliance. That is where our true battlefield lies.”

”We would rather be an exiled race than become the lackeys and slave soldiers of a foreign clan,” Lang Daochun replied indifferently. ”If I knew you would turn out like this, we would have beaten your ancestor to death back then. Then we wouldn’t have to deal with this mess.”

The Ancient Demon smiled and shook his head. ”Stubborn and obstinate. Daughter, play the Demon Sect’s Formation-Breaking Tune.”

”Yes, Father,” someone replied crisply and coldly.

From within the massive procession behind the Ancient Demon, a woman with a graceful figure flew forward. She sat cross-legged in the void, a zither resting upon her lap.

The woman’s expression was cold and detached, as though nothing else existed in her eyes except for the zither before her.

”Isn’t that Junior Sister Hongzhi?”

”She is no longer one of our Enlightenment God Palace’s core disciples. Now, she is a member of the Demon Race. I just didn’t expect her to originate from the Ancient Demonic Sect.”

A wave of whispers broke out among the Enlightenment God Palace’s core disciples. Quite a few people secretly cast strange glances at Fang Chen. After all, back in the day, Little Immortal Honglian had become a cultivator of the palace at the same time as Fang Chen.

They had also become core disciples almost right after each other. Hence, everyone knew the two shared an exceptionally close relationship. When the palace was purging the demons, the fact that Little Immortal Honglian had been able to leave so easily was inextricably linked to him.

Chen Enxue was somewhat surprised. ”Old Nine, isn’t that Little Immortal Honglian?”

Fang Chen stared intently at her. By now, the music of the zither had already begun to play. The very first note made people feel as though they were plunged into the midst of thousands of charging horses and soldiers, causing their blood and qi to surge violently. Fortunately, the golden light sheltered everyone, so the feeling was not overly intense.

However, the cultivators outside were a completely different story. When they heard the Demon Sect’s Formation-Breaking Tune, they inexplicably felt their own auras surging and increasing by a few notches.

”That tune shares a similar, miraculous effect with my God-Slaying Sword...”

Shao Mengyuan’s gaze turned slightly grave.

Fang Chen looked at Lang Daochun and transmitted, ”Brother Lang, isn’t she from the Saint Demon lineage?”

”No, she isn’t.” Lang Daochun’s expression had turned strange. ”She has always been the Ancient Demon’s adopted daughter.”

The Ancient Demon’s adopted daughter?

Fang Chen’s expression shifted. Suddenly sensing something, he looked at Honglian, who had a calm and indifferent expression. She just so happened to lift her head and cast a glance at him, too.

The moment their eyes met, she immediately lowered her head again to continue playing the zither. As the music grew increasingly fierce and violent, the Ancient Demon laughed out loud and raised his palm toward the golden light. In the next instant, a terrifying black beam erupted from his palm, crashing against the golden light with a thunderous boom.

The black light instantly infected and ate a massive area. The effectiveness of this single strike was already vastly superior to the joint efforts of Jinyang and the others over several days!

Jinyang and his group exchanged glances, then attacked once more.

Everyone noticed that after the Demon Sect’s Formation-Breaking Tune began to play, the backlash upon them seemed to have been suppressed.