From the fake emperor to the concubine

All the women who stayed in the Hehuan Sect had a painful past. Only in the Hehuan Sect could they live like normal people.

Some people were rubbing the old wounds on their wrists, while others were unconsciously adjusting their collars to cover the scars on their necks.

It was also because of this that they were willing to stay and live and die with the Hehuan Sect.

They are the ones who least want Zheng Yi to be killed by the three-headed giant python.

"Stop it, monster! Don't hurt my husband!"

Wang Qing's eyes were red, her chest heaving violently, her slender fingers clasped tightly the edge of the fairy boat, she stared at the three-headed giant python below, the anger in her eyes almost bursting out, she wished she could jump down immediately and fight the monster to the death.

Wang Manman grabbed her wrist tightly: "Calm down!"

She bit her lip and glanced down: "With our strength, going down now will not only be of no help, but may even hinder my husband!"

Hua Meng stood aside, the handkerchief in her hand had already been unconsciously clenched, with tiny pieces of silk spilling out from between her fingers. Her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, but she was completely unaware.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Zheng Yi's direction, her lips trembled slightly, as if even her breathing had stopped.

The others also looked pale, their eyes filled with fear.

Several Hehuan Sect disciples tightly grasped their magic weapons until their knuckles turned blue, but no one dared to act rashly.

The light curtain of the mountain protection formation flickered slightly, reflecting on everyone's faces, adding a bit of solemnity.

However, in Zheng Yi's eyes, the three giant pythons were no different from ordinary snakes except for their larger size.

He looked calm, with even a hint of a sneer on his face.

"Little sword!"

With a flip of his palm, a flying sword the size of his palm quietly emerged. The sword was as white as jade, with a restrained cold light, yet it revealed a heart-pounding sharpness.

This is where Zheng Yi’s confidence comes from.

This sword was a gift from Fang Zhuo, the Sword God of the Cang Yan Realm, and was personally refined by a cultivator in the Enlightenment Stage.

In front of this small sword, let alone a mere Jindan Demon King, even if a great demon in the Spirit Transformation Stage descended, it would only take a blast of sword energy to defeat him.

Zheng Yi's eyes focused and his sword energy was ready to be unleashed. In just a moment, he would be able to kill the three-headed giant python on the spot.

But at this moment.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds surged like raging waves, covering the sky in an instant.

An indescribable aura of horror descended from the sky, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were tightly grasping everyone's heart.

Zheng Yi's hair stood on end and a chill ran down his spine.

He felt that something, something far beyond his cognition, was looking down at him from the clouds. That gaze was cold and cruel, full of pure malice.

Just sensing it makes one's soul tremble.

The originally ferocious and bloodthirsty three-headed python curled up like a frightened cub. Its huge body curled up wildly, with its three ferocious heads buried tightly in the coiled snake body.

The scales trembled violently with fear, making a rustling sound.

The situation of the He Huan Sect disciples was getting worse. The weaker female disciples had already collapsed to the ground.

"Senior sister, my head hurts!" An oval-faced girl curled up, tears and cold sweat rolling down her cheeks: "There's something in my head."

The older disciples forced themselves to sit cross-legged, trying to circulate their mental skills to resist, but they found that their spiritual energy was running wildly in their meridians.

She gritted her teeth, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth: "Concentrate and calm down! Hold on, don't stop and don't think."

Wang Qing held onto the side of the boat, her usually lively almond-shaped eyes now bloodshot.

It was as if countless tiny worms were crawling in her brain, gnawing at her sanity: "Husband!"

Wang Manman's condition was slightly better, but her beautiful face was still as pale as paper.

Hua Meng's reaction was the strangest. She stood there quietly, with no pain on her delicate face, but a faint smile.

But if you look closely, you will find that her pupils are dilated and her fingertips are twitching slightly, as if she is immersed in some terrible illusion.

Zheng Yi narrowed his eyes, and the strands of hair on his forehead were blown into disarray by the cold wind that came from nowhere.

He felt that the smell was familiar, like the stench of decay he had smelled in a deliberately forgotten nightmare.

Something is stirring deep in my memory, but it is always separated by a thin veil.

"Where on earth is this..." he muttered to himself, but he couldn't remember where this familiar feeling came from.

This made him more alert and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the small sword.

The dark clouds rolled more and more violently, like boiling asphalt.

Some huge creature could be vaguely seen wriggling in the clouds, and every time it rolled over it brought with it a thunderous sound.

A chill ran up from the soles of Zheng Yi's feet to the top of his head. It was the body's most instinctive warning.

Not far away, the three-headed python was in a rather funny situation. Its mountain-like body curled up into a ball, with its three heads buried deep under its body, like a frightened ostrich.

The eyes of the head in the middle were rolling around. It would occasionally glance at the sky, then quickly retract its gaze.

The thick tail quietly scratched the ground, obviously planning a retreat.

"Hiss..." He made a slight sound, and his scales rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound.

Although this monster is equally afraid, its monster instinct makes it more resistant to this kind of mental pollution.

In this strange atmosphere, a crack suddenly appeared in the dark clouds, and a vague outline gradually became clear.

Zheng Yi's breathing became unconsciously rapid and his chest felt stuffy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

In a trance, a strange illusion appeared before my eyes, and the space seemed to be twisted and torn apart.

But when he looked carefully, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Not good!" Zheng Yi bit his tongue hard, the smell of blood filled his mouth, the severe pain made him sober temporarily and dispelled those bewitching whispers.

The monster in the sky finally broke through the clouds and revealed his true face.

It was an extremely huge eyeball.

The giant eye hanging above the clouds almost covered most of the sky, and its dark pupils were so deep that they seemed to be able to devour the soul.

As it rotated, the clouds were stirred and swirled.

Zheng Yi looked up and felt his own figure reflected in the deep pupils, as small as plankton.

If this eye suddenly fell, the entire mountain gate would probably be crushed to pieces.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" On the fairy boat, Wang Manman covered her mouth with her hand, her voice trembling.

The pupil of that huge eyeball suddenly trembled violently, and then the white of the eye and the surface of the pupil surged like boiling water, and countless tiny and dense eyes opened one after another.

These newborn eyes were of different sizes, some were like copper bells, some were like needle tips, and they all moved strangely, emitting creepy malice.

Zheng Yi felt a chill running from the soles of his feet all the way up to the top of his head, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Those densely packed eyes made his scalp tingle and his stomach twitched uncontrollably.

Strangely enough, when the Eye Demon was hidden in the clouds, the sense of oppression did make Zheng Yi feel apprehensive. But after seeing its true appearance, Zheng Yi calmed down instead.

This is clearly the Eye Demon from the Source of Chaos. Although it is very powerful, it is not impossible to deal with.

Of course, even if Zheng Yi has a small sword now, he is no match for the Eye Demon.

Thousands of eyes on the Eye Demon's body in the clouds were spinning wildly, each one searching for something.

Those eyes swept across the mountain gate? Passed over the immortal boat. Several disciples of the Hehuan Sect were unfortunately swept by the eyes, and immediately bleeding from all seven orifices, fell to the ground and convulsed.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, a strange voice exploded in everyone's mind: "Jingyuan, come out... Jingyuan... come out."

The sound seemed to be far away in the sky, yet close to my ears.

It was clearly discernible, yet vague and elusive. The mixed feeling of reality and illusion was tormenting and almost driving one crazy.

A female disciple of the Hehuan Sect screamed and covered her ears, with bright red blood seeping out from between her fingers. One after another, people rolled their eyes and fainted, and fell all over the place.

"Jingyuan...Zhao Jingyuan?" Zheng Yi's lips curled up into a faint smile.

Of course he knew this name, the elusive ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, the legendary figure whom even the elders of the sect rarely saw.

As soon as this thought came to mind, all the moving eyes in the sky suddenly froze in unison.

Tens of thousands of gazes pressed down on Zheng Yi as if they were real.

"Do you know where he is? Tell me and I will spare your life." The Eye Demon's voice was filled with an undisguised eagerness.

All those densely packed eyes narrowed nervously, waiting for Zheng Yi's answer.

Should I tell him or not?

Zheng Yi's fingertips gently stroked the small sword in his sleeve, and the cool touch of the sword kept him awake.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge eye demon in the sky, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

The ancestor of the Hehuan Sect had already been killed by him personally, and even his soul was completely annihilated.

The key issue now is what is the connection between this extraterritorial demon and Zhao Jingyuan. Countless possibilities flashed through Zheng Yi's mind.

Haters?

Old acquaintance?

Or take advantage of each other?
It is not easy for the extraterritorial demons to descend from the source of chaos to the East Wasteland. Otherwise, the entire East Wasteland would have long been reduced to a hunting ground for the demons, and how could anyone survive?
Just as Zheng Yi was thinking about countermeasures, the entire Eastern Wilderness had already fallen into chaos.

The impact of the Eye Demon's appearance was far beyond imagination. Although ordinary people could not see the terrifying existence that blocked out the sky and the sun, they all felt a splitting headache for no reason.

At the market, an old farmer carrying a load on his shoulder suddenly fell to the ground, and the fruits and vegetables on the pole rolled all over the ground.

The clinic was crowded with patients who were groaning and holding their heads, and the doctors were in a panic but could not find the cause of the illness.

The monks were in an even worse situation.

"Oh my God, what on earth is that thing? It's so terrifying!" A young monk slumped in front of the mountain gate, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Could this thing be trying to invade our Eastern Wilderness?" His fellow senior brother's face was pale and he was shaking like a sieve.

"This is definitely a demon from outer space? How did these devils come to the Eastern Wilderness?" Some older cultivators tried to remain calm, but their trembling hands in their sleeves betrayed them.

"It's over, it's over, we're all going to die!" Someone squatted down with his head in his hands, completely losing the composure that a monk should have.

The worst off were those monks with sensitive spiritual senses. They could clearly feel the Eye Demon's whispers. Many of them had their eyes unfocused and drooling from the corners of their mouths.

"He...he's talking to me, help."

"Please, stop talking."

"I'm not the person you're looking for, get out of here."

The situation in remote areas is better.

The places where monks gather are even more chaotic.

A street in Tiannanfang City that was once bustling with people was now dead silent. All the monks stood still, looking up at the indescribable terrifying existence in the sky.

Suddenly, the eyes of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage turned red and veins popped out on his forehead.

"You bastards, you still dare to pester me? I'm going to kill you!" He roared hysterically, drew the long knife from his waist and slashed at the people beside him.

The man retreated hastily, but because the gap in their cultivation levels was too great, he didn't even have time to activate his protective spiritual light before he was cut in half by a single sword.

Blood splattered on the faces of the surrounding monks, but they were attracted by the eye demon and did not react for a while.

"Kill! Die all of you!" The mad monk turned and pounced on other people. The knife flashed, and another person fell in a pool of blood.

"This guy is crazy, stop him quickly!" Finally someone came to his senses, and his voice became distorted with fear.

Seeing that two people had died tragically, the other monks did not dare to hesitate any longer. In an instant, various magic weapons shone brilliantly.

Fireballs? Ice cones? Flying swords rained down on the mad man.

Dozens of breaths later, when the light faded, only a charred black area remained, without even a trace of bones.

Such tragedies are happening all over the Eastern Wilderness.

In a cave, the female cultivator suddenly grabbed her Taoist partner and said, "You unfaithful man, I should have killed you long ago!"

The spiritual power flowing from her fingertips actually pierced the other person's heart directly.

In a remote small sect, several monks who were discussing Taoism suddenly drew their swords and faced each other, and in a blink of an eye, the quiet room was dyed blood red.

The source of all this is the terrifying eye demon in the sky.

The aura it exudes spreads like a plague, corroding the sanity of every living being.

Xuantian Sword Sect.

On the Tianjian Peak, sharp sword energy crisscrossed and surrounded several disciples who had fallen into madness.

Chu Tianjiao lightly tapped the sword in his hand, accurately knocking the weapons in the hands of his disciples away.

A sudden shout: "Calm down and concentrate!" The sound was like a loud bell, shaking the disciples all over.

The situation at Tianding Peak was slightly better, but there were still several disciples holding their heads and screaming. The peak master made a hand gesture, and a huge bronze tripod appeared on the top of the peak. Runes flowed on the body of the tripod, emitting a clear light that suppressed the inner demons.

At Tianqiong Peak, the peak master was dressed in white clothes as white as snow. With a tap of her fingertips, silver light sank into the brows of the crazy disciples. She frowned slightly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the disciples gradually calm down.

The disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect have extraordinary talents.

Even the outer disciples practiced the orthodox mental methods passed down from generation to generation in the Xuantian Sword Sect.

These disciples may not be at the top of the list in terms of cultivation, but their solid foundation and stable state of mind are far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

"Look up at the sky!" A disciple who had just regained consciousness suddenly pointed at the sky and exclaimed.

The three peak masters looked up at the same time. A strange light flickered in the thousands of pupils of the Eye Demon, and most of their attention was obviously focused on one place.

"That is..." Chu Tianjiao narrowed his eyes: "Is it the direction of the Hehuan Sect?" (End of this chapter)