The Primordial Law

Chapter 634 A Monk, a Taoist, and a Blood Demon

The Shaoyang Division Refuge is located in a burial area east of Chunze, surrounded by concealment and defense formations set up by the Holy Spirit Mind Masters, who are elders of the Ancient Clan.

It is hidden invisibly, yet as solid as a rock.

Though described as a refuge, it actually covers hundreds of acres and features cave dwellings embedded in the mountainside, numerous pavilions, and a large training ground. Over the past century, countless young disciples of the ancient clans have cultivated here.

A hundred years outside is a thousand years inside the underworld.

It is evident how many powerful individuals the ancient clans have cultivated in the last hundred years.
With such a growth in strength, no matter how much one tries to keep a low profile, their true intentions will eventually be revealed.

Unfortunately, while the power of time can rapidly create a large number of martial artists at the Longevity Realm, the Crown Prince and the Martial Emperor cannot be born simply through the accumulation and selection of time.

Moreover, the Netherworld was completely eradicated 20,000 years ago, leaving only mist. Every martial artist at the Longevity Realm who enters it for cultivation consumes the Netherworld's energy, causing the Netherworld to continuously shrink and perish.

If a transcendent expert were to enter the Netherworld for cultivation, the consumption of Netherworld spiritual energy would only accelerate. A third Netherworld like the Tiandu River Netherworld, which covers an area of ​​eight hundred miles, would likely vanish within a few decades.

Time has painted a picture that adorns the entire view to the west of the shelter.

Under the moonlight, Qing Zijin, beautiful and delicate, carefully tends to the silkworms.

The silkworms are now in their fifth instar, entering a period of rapid growth and consuming much more food. They are enormous, already eight inches long, and their bodies radiate a glow like lanterns.

Mo Duanfeng sat on the stone steps beside the training ground, repeatedly wiping his silver battle blade, striving to achieve the state of perfect harmony between man and blade. Unfortunately, the Blood Pool Silver Sea was ultimately not the Qian Gang Blade.

Tang Wanzhou had rushed back from the border a quarter of an hour ago and was now telling everyone the news she had brought back. She said, "The Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins will be in extreme danger from now on. The Crossing Calamity Temple, the Rice Palace, and the Demon Clan are already withdrawing one after another, preparing to retreat to the Netherworld near the border and leave at any time. Everyone, the situation has deteriorated seriously. The Cave Ruins Camp has asked us to consider whether we should also withdraw."

Liu Ye calculated the time: "From the discovery that the withering and flourishing zone has entered a weak cycle until now, it should have been more than seven months and ten days outside. Each weak cycle lasts about a year. Subtracting the time we need to leave and various uncertainties, in other words, we can stay here to cultivate for a maximum of three more years."

"Given the speed at which the Demon Kingdom's altar is being built, they should attempt to cross over within a month. Once they succeed, the one who will arrive in Chun City will likely be the Transcendent One, or even the Demon Lord himself. Will we be able to escape then?" Yan Zhiruo, wearing a veil and carrying a pipa, stood on the rooftop, her figure appearing and disappearing in the mist.

All eyes turned to Changyu Sword.

Chang Yujian stood beside the weapon rack, her white robes spotless, and said with a wry smile, "Don't underestimate me. The Chang family has little influence in the army. If the Chang family's enemies discover me, I'm afraid I'll be dealt with too."

Tang Wanzhou was dressed in black robes as hard as iron, with a cloak over them. Her figure possessed both feminine grace and a sharp, capable air. The aura and magical energy she exuded were enough to subdue everyone present.

She said, "The Cave Ruins Camp informed us that what appeared outside the border of the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins were a monk, a Taoist priest, and a Blood Demon from the Demon Kingdom."

"Just three people?" Liu Ye asked.

Chang Yujian's expression was solemn, as if three mountains had suddenly been pressed down on her shoulders. She waved her hand and said, "It should be the three demon armies led by these three terrifying beings. The Demon Kingdom's attack this time is fierce and seems different from the past. It is not a probing attack."

"One monk refers to Qu Qiao, one of the three demonic figures."

"One Dao refers to Wenren Miedao, one of the nine Demon Ministers."

"The Blood Fiend, everyone must know him, is the ancestor of the Holy Dark Family, the Blood Fiend Ancestor."

"In the southern part of Yingzhou, the Blood Fiend Ancestor's research on spatial power is either among the top three or top five. Only a few Martial Arts Emperors and Imperial Mind Masters are stronger than him. He is indispensable in breaking the Withered Glory Belt."

"The monk Qu Qiao is the strongest Holy Spirit King of the Demon Kingdom, and he has done extensive research on the power of time. It is said that he collects Time Stones during each weak cycle, intending to set up a time array in the Demon Prime Minister's Mansion."

At Song Yulou's 60th birthday banquet, the Demon Child boasted that any Demon Minister or Demon Lord who came could wipe out all the transcendent beings of the Lingxiao Realm, demonstrating the power of the Demon Minister and Demon Lord.

However, as it turned out, even when the Demon Kingdom's crown prince personally took action, he suffered a crushing defeat.

Tang Wanzhou said, "There is another piece of news: Gu Zhenxiang is personally overseeing the border altar, with a large number of soldiers from the Five Seas and Daoist generals guarding it. The situation there is already settled."

For the younger generation, the name of Gu Zhenxiang is an insurmountable peak.

"Although we have obtained the silkworms from the Ancient Time Clan, the current situation is beyond our control," Yan Zhiruo said quietly, expressing her intention to retreat and agreeing to withdraw.

The scholar Zhao Tang nodded slightly: "We have already done our best to buy the Ancient Clan of Time a lot of time over at Mingling Mountain. To fight any further would be like throwing an egg against a rock, which is overestimating our own strength."

Before entering the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins, Yan Zhiruo and Zhao Tang were already at the peak of the third realm.

After years of cultivation in the underworld, they have found the White Tiger Lock and weakened it considerably by impact.

The two were confident that, with the help of the silkworm, they would soon break through to the fourth realm after leaving, becoming Great Immortals and ranking high on the "Longevity Land Ranking." They had already achieved their goal of coming to the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins: completing a journey that other martial cultivators would take ten years to complete.

Qing Zijin said, "I also agree with the evacuation. With my cultivation level, I can't be of much help anymore. But I suggest waiting a few more months, at least until the silkworms are fully mature. I'm afraid they might encounter accidents when passing through the Flourishing Zone." Upon mentioning the silkworms, everyone immediately reached a consensus—wait until they mature, then evacuate immediately.

What takes a few months in the underworld is only half a month in the outside world; they can afford to wait that long.

Mo Duanfeng saw several gazes fall on him, his iron-faced expression forced a smile: "Don't look at me! I will never leave until I kill Chu Yutian and take back the Qian Gang Blade. I have no face to return to the Holy Capital."

Tang Wanzhou let out a soft exclamation, sensing something, and turned to look towards the gate. There stood a tall, handsome figure outside the protective veil of light, who said lightly, "Our great hero has returned!"

Liu Ye walked over quickly and activated the formation.

Li Weiyi stepped into the array of light and looked at the crowd gathered in the training ground. Slightly surprised, he smiled and said, "Doesn't anyone cultivate? Don't tell me you all came out of seclusion specifically to welcome me."

Tang Wanzhou stood under the eaves, sword in hand, speaking slowly: "You are different now. You killed Huangfu Song, cleaved through the Blood Three Passes with your sword, repelled Chu Yutian, defeated Da Changsheng, and killed more than a dozen deceased marquises in one battle. Your reputation has become legendary. The young martial artists of Du'e Temple and Daogong have elevated you to the same level as Gu Zhenxiang and Shenji."

Li Weiyi scanned the crowd's eyes. Some smiled, while others were filled with respect and quickly said, "Holy Master, please don't flatter me! Brother Mo knows the truth best."

"The truth is, you have indeed reached the top level of martial arts practitioners under the age of one hundred. With the help of the silkworm, you can catch up for a while. In the 'Longevity Land Ranking' to be announced next year, you will definitely be in the top ten, and may even be in the top five. You and Tang Wanzhou are still at a disadvantage because you are too young. The gap between you and those top experts who have lived to be eighty or ninety years old cannot be closed in a short period of time." Mo Duanfeng said seriously without a smile.

What Mo Duanfeng wanted to say was that those ancient sect disciples and emperor's students at the peak of the third realm, who seemed to be standing still for years, were actually making progress and constantly breaking the White Tiger Lock, just like Zhao Tang and Yan Zhiruo.

Once they break free, Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou will need to chase after them for a very long time.

Yan Zhiruo asked with a soft, charming voice, "Where's your Nangong? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Li Weiyi glanced at Tang Wanzhou, who was looking up at the years with his chin slightly raised, and quickly said, "This is no joke."

"Sister Yan, I'm not joking at all. Any man who can escort me through such a life-or-death journey, I will follow him with all my heart and soul for the rest of my life," Yan Zhiruo said.

Li Weiyi dared not let her continue, so he changed the subject: "I have some latest developments that I would like to discuss with you all."

He then recounted some of the matters concerning the ancient clan of Time.

After hearing this, everyone was shocked and speechless for a long time.

Liu Ye said, "Has the situation become this dire? If the armies of the Netherworld and the Demon Kingdom attack the Holy Temple Realm, how many people will die? Where does the Demon Kingdom place the Declaration of Life and Death for the Hundred Realms?"

"It seems the rumors are true; Yu Baxian is most likely nearing the end of his lifespan," Mo Duanfeng said.

Tang Wanzhou said, "You want to help the Ancient Clan of Time buy us a month's time?"

Before Li Weiyi could speak, Mo Duanfeng said, "This isn't about helping the Ancient Clan of Time, but about helping those innocent humans in the Holy Temple Realm. They need time to evacuate, and they need time to set up defenses. Right, Li Weiyi?"

Li Weiyi looked at Mo Duanfeng and smiled, "Brother Mo thinks too highly of me. Actually, I have many selfish motives."

We cannot tell them about the Grand Palace Master's affairs for the time being.

The thousand-year-old elixir obtained from Nangong Ao must also be kept secret.

“It’s alright. As long as it can save many people, I will help you. No one is a saint, and everyone has selfish desires. If I don’t achieve something in the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins, I will find it difficult to hold my head high when I return to the Holy Capital. I will not be able to stand up straight.”

Mo Duanfeng picked up the Blood Pool Silver Sea and said, "However, I need to borrow this knife for a while longer."

"Go ahead and lend it to me."

Li Weiyi gained a deeper understanding of Mo Duanfeng. Although Mo Duanfeng was arrogant, when it came to matters of principle, he was like a sword that had been cleaved out, never wavering or weak, but forging ahead without hesitation.

No wonder even the Holy Emperor praised it as a fine knife.

"To delay for a month, we must destroy the altar that the Demon Kingdom built on the border, but that is an extremely difficult task."

Tang Wanzhou then explained the situation at the border.

"The truth of the past?"

This enemy was one that Li Weiyi had never considered. However, since he was blocking her way, even if he were a divine mountain, she would still cut him down.

After hesitating for a while, Li Weiyi looked at Tang Wanzhou and asked, "Is Saint Si willing to lend me a hand?"

(End of this chapter)