Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 508 The Blessed Mouth

Above the Spiritual Realm, Demon Lord Cang Heng was hidden behind the scenes, observing and recording everything that cycled within it.

Even though he had seen these things tens of thousands of times, he still didn't get tired of them and patiently read them again and again.

Just to find out what's strange about it.

Occasionally, when outsiders enter this secret realm, he will tirelessly cast his gaze upon them, observing their every move.

"Two unfamiliar faces again. I wonder if they can uncover any secrets that might be useful to me."

The moment Kongming and Liyang entered the Spiritual Light Secret Realm, he noticed them and, as usual, pierced their bodies with an eye. Demon Lord Cangheng then ignored them.

Two mere seventh-tier demons naturally couldn't detect the secret surveillance of an eighth-tier demon lord.

"We didn't get separated, so it seems this secret realm doesn't have that nasty random teleportation mechanism."

Looking around, Kongming immediately spotted his companion. Based on the unique aura of calamity emanating from Li Yang, he was fairly certain that this was the genuine Li Yang.

However, just to be on the safe side, they still need to conduct further confirmation.

The two exchanged a glance and instinctively began the rendezvous procedure.

Although these connection procedures may seem cumbersome, they are necessary and are effective solutions that they have figured out through trial and error.

If it weren't for the various bizarre and mysterious realms they had encountered in the past, they wouldn't have designed such a complicated process.

After confirming several times that their companion was not a fake person or an information clone, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"At least this secret realm didn't give us a hard time from the start, so it seems to be quite friendly," Kongming said thankfully.

"Perhaps it's because it doesn't need that kind of thing." Looking at the shattered mountains and rivers before him, and the overwhelming aura of calamity, a trace of sorrow crept into Li Yang's brows.

"Sometimes, the simpler the secret realm, the more dangerous it is, just like..."

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed a chilling aura.

Before he could react, he was struck by some invisible force, which slammed him and Kongming, who was standing next to him, into the ground.

"Cough, where did that attack come from?"

His consciousness blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, Li Yang saw devastation everywhere.

Heaven and earth shattered, like a crumpled piece of paper being unfolded, with folds of space everywhere.

“That was the aftermath of an eighth-tier battle,” Kongming said, getting up beside him, covered in dust and looking disheveled. “We came at the wrong time; the secret realm has cycled back to the point where the eighth-tier battle was taking place.”

According to intelligence, this secret realm is only safest during two periods: before and after the battle. At other times, it will be involved in the battles of the eighth rank.

"At least we didn't reach the point where the two sides were locked in a battle, otherwise the outcome would probably have been even worse," Kong Ming said with a forced smile.

According to the intelligence they received, some unlucky individuals heard the Daoist voice as soon as they entered, and then became Daoist puppets.

They are good at self-comfort; as long as someone is worse off than them, they can quickly cheer up.

"No matter what, let's get out of here first. I don't want to suffer any more aftershocks."

After Li Yang finished speaking, he and his companions decisively fled in the opposite direction from which the aftershocks were coming.

"This time we won't encounter any more battles between eighth-tier forces," Kongming said confidently, like an old general with flags planted all over his back.

As expected, reality slapped him in the face.

A black pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, followed by a sudden cry of a phoenix.

The sky was covered in black fire, and the temperature soared, instantly igniting the clothes and hair on the two people.

"Is it an expert? Li Yang, retreat quickly!" Kong Ming was startled and quickly retreated with his companions to the outside of the black fire until they could no longer see the sky obscured by the black fire.

"The fire on their bodies has finally been extinguished." The two looked at each other, their eyes reflecting a charred figure.

Quickly weaving the calamity energy into a set of clothes, Li Yang casually wiped away the few remaining strands of hair, and in the blink of an eye, his hair was once again flowing with long, flowing locks.

Kongming tidied himself up and chuckled softly, "We've escaped death this time. As the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I suppose what awaits us next..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yang swiftly covered his mouth.

He said wearily, "You should say less."

After resting for a while, both of them had basically recovered their energy.

Fortunately, what was inside the secret realm was only an eighth-order trace, not an eighth-order being present. They were merely caught in the aftermath, rather than directly confronting the attack of an eighth-order trace.

Otherwise, there probably wouldn't even be any bones left by now.

"With an unknown eighth-order realm ahead and black flames burning the sky behind, it's true that the simpler the rules of a secret realm, the more terrifying it is."

At this moment, Li Yang missed the secret realms he had encountered before. Although the rules of those secret realms were strangely strict, they did not produce super-standard combat power like the eighth rank.

"I heard that your ancestor also participated in this battle. Can you find him?" Li Yang asked. "Perhaps the traces left by your ancestor here can help you recognize him?"

"It's not that simple," Kongming thought pessimistically. "The eighth-order battlefield is so vast that it's almost impossible for us to find Ancestor Xuanjun. We're more likely to crash into other eighth-order battles."

"Besides, even if we find Ancestor Xuanjun, he might not recognize me, since what remains here is only a wisp of his form."

The sky suddenly darkened, and Kongming's voice grew softer and softer. He noticed that his companion's gaze was becoming increasingly strange.

"Kongming, just tell me straight, have you secretly practiced some kind of 'wish-granting' supernatural power?"

"I didn't. It was all a coincidence."

As they watched the enormous gray Buddha slowly rise from the horizon, the two sensed something was wrong.

If the terrifying power of the raging black flames was one, then the terrifying power of this gray Buddha was ten.

It far surpasses the existence of black fire; it is terrifying beyond measure.

“Thousand hands and a thousand eyes, a gray Buddha, this is the Impure Demon Ancestor.” Kongming uttered the name that should not have appeared in this era.

Naturally, he attracted the attention of the unclean old demon.

The Buddha lowered his gaze, and countless eyes converged on Kongming, sending chills down his spine.

The chill solidified, and a thin layer of frost adhered to his body.

At the same time, the Demon Lord Cang Heng, who was secretly observing, also cast his gaze down because his eyes and ears had been alerted.

"Lucky little thing, it actually attracted his attention. Wait, what did he just say? The Impure Demon Ancestor?"

Demon Lord Cang Heng narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

As a member of the Great Freedom Demon faction, his first reaction was to tell the Demon Ancestor about it.

"No, he comes from the future like everyone else. This is just a branch of history in his time, and it shouldn't be taken seriously."

Shaking his head and chuckling, Demon Lord Cang Heng never imagined that he would one day be so nervous because of a single sentence from a seventh-ranked being.

It's probably because the old demon has been suppressing their faction too harshly lately.

(End of this chapter)