Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The Great Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

gloomy.

Profound.

There were no superfluous decorations, only swirling demonic energy outlining cold lines in the void.

Xuan Ku walked into the main hall.

My steps were heavy, and with each step I felt my soul being crushed by an invisible weight.

He kept his head down.

I didn't dare look at the dark golden figure sitting on the throne at the far end of the hall.

Sect Master, Demon Heavenly Absolute.

An unparalleled giant in the mid-stage of the Other Shore Realm.

"thump."

Xuan Ku walked to the center of the main hall.

His knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the cold obsidian floor.

He did not beg for mercy.

There was no explanation.

He kowtowed directly to the ground, adopting a posture of offering his neck for execution.

He knew that in the face of the other side, any lies and schemes were laughable.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

Only the faint sound of demonic energy flowing could be heard.

a long time.

"stand up."

Mo Tianjue's voice drifted down from the throne.

There was no anger.

There was no intent to kill.

You can't even hear the slightest fluctuation in his emotions.

Xuan Ku trembled all over.

He did not get up, but kept his head pressed firmly against the ground.

"Your subordinate is guilty."

Xuan Ku's voice was hoarse, filled with deep trembling.

"Raise your head."

Mo Tianjue's tone remained calm, but it carried an unyielding dimensional will.

Xuan Ku dared not persist any longer.

He slowly straightened his upper body and raised his head.

He met Mo Tianjue's eyes, which were as deep as an abyss.

"I summoned you here not to hear your confession."

Mo Tianjue's fingers gently tapped the armrest of the throne.

despair.

despair.

"What exactly is going on in the Bloodbath Abyss?"

Not a single word was missed.

"Explain yourself to me."

Xuan swallowed hard.

My throat is incredibly dry.

He forced himself to calm down and went through the nightmare-like memory in his mind again.

"Return to the sect master."

"I...I saw it with my own eyes."

"The Blood Burial Abyss has been leveled."

"The Corpse Lord of the Underworld, along with the entire Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Bone-Melting Array, was reduced to nothingness by a single punch."

Mo Tianjue paused slightly as he tapped the armrest with his fingers.

"One punch?"

"Yes."

Xuan Ku took a deep breath, and that extreme fear resurfaced in his eyes.

"No Taoist magic was used."

"There is no fluctuation of the laws."

"It was pure physical mass; one punch completely obliterated the Netherworld Corpse Lord at the peak of the Limitless Realm."

Mo Tianjue fell silent.

His stern face tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

One punch shattered the peak of Wuji.

He, Mo Tianjue, could do something like that too.

However, that requires using the origin of the Other Shore Realm and mobilizing the laws of dimensions.

Based purely on physical mass?

This indicates that the opponent's physical body has become so powerful that it is beyond comprehension.

"Who was the one who made the move?"

Mo Tianjue asked the most crucial question.

Xuan Ku gritted his teeth.

"He is a powerful figure from the Abyss Dragon Clan."

"The Abyss Dragon Clan?"

Mo Tianjue's brows furrowed slightly.

Among the ancient remnant species of the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss, there is indeed a lineage of Abyss Dragons.

But that lineage has long since declined, and they can't even muster a single Primordial Realm cultivator. How could they possibly quell the Blood Burial Abyss?

Are you sure?

"I confirm!"

Xuan Ku spoke with certainty.

"He has dark dragon horns on his head and wears dragon scale armor. His pure ancient abyss dragon bloodline is absolutely genuine."

Mo Tianjue looked at Xuan Ku.

"Have you truly grasped his level of understanding?"

This is the key.

To be able to instantly kill a peak Wuji cultivator with a single punch, one must at least be at the Other Shore Realm.

However, even among those on the other side of the river, there are different levels and grades.

Xuan Ku trembled all over again.

His voice trembled as he recalled the terrifying pressure that swept across space.

"It is...it is the Other Shore."

Xuan Ku lowered his head, not daring to look into Mo Tianjue's eyes.

"and……"

"And what?"

"Furthermore, I feel..."

Xuan Ku's voice was barely audible, carrying a sense of desperate resignation.

"His aura surpasses that of you, Sect Master..."

"It needs to be even stronger."

Quiet.

An unprecedented deathly silence fell over the Great Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

Even the churning demonic energy came to a complete halt at this moment.

Mo Tianjue sat on the throne.

That face, which has endured countless eras, remains forever calm and undisturbed.

at this point.

For once, it froze.

Better than me?

In Mo Tianjue's mind, it was as if a thunderclap had suddenly exploded.

His calm and restrained personality almost collapsed in that instant.

What the hell?

Is it right?!

Mo Tianjue asked himself an incredulous question.

He's at the mid-stage of the Other Shore Realm!

He is the chess player standing at the very top of the pyramid of the Hongmeng world!

How many eras did he expend to get to where he is today? How much of the Primordial Demon Sect's resources did he drain?

The Other Shore was built step by step, painstakingly constructed with endless years and resources!

Each small leap forward is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

just now.

Xuan Ku told him.

In the remote and impoverished Wanling Demon Abyss, a Yuanlong clan suddenly appeared.

Not just the other shore.

Moreover, he is even stronger than him, who is at the mid-stage of the Other Shore realm?

What level of attainment is that?

The later stages of the Other Shore?

Even... the pinnacle beyond?!

What kind of dimensional joke is this!

The Hongmeng Realm is only so big, and its fortune is only so much.

Those ancient monsters who have lived for countless eras, which one of them isn't named and closely watched by various forces?

Such an awesome person has suddenly appeared in our territory of the Primordial Demon Sect.

I am the sect leader.

You didn't know anything about it??

Mo Tianjue took a deep breath.

I forcibly suppressed the sense of absurdity in my heart.

His deep eyes were fixed sharply on Xuan Ku below.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Is the perception correct?"

Mo Tianjue's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"The aura of the Other Shore Realm is as vast as an abyss. How can you, a mere peak Hongmeng cultivator, determine that he is stronger than me?"

He was doing the final logical deduction.

They were trying to find the flaws in Xuan Ku's perception.

Xuan Ku knelt on the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He knew how taboo his words were.

But he dared not lie.

"Return to the sect master."

"Your subordinate dares not speak presumptuously."

Xuan swallowed hard, trying his best to describe his feelings at the time in the most objective language.

"Although your aura is unfathomable, I can still feel the vastness and inclusiveness of the laws governing you, Sect Master."

"But that person..."

A deep sense of dread flashed in Xuan Ku's eyes.

"That person's aura has no rules."

"It's just pure, brutal physical pressure."

"At the moment he threw the punch, I felt... that the entire dimension of the Blood Burial Abyss was forcibly suppressed by him."

"That kind of power that can instantly crush even cause and effect and time."

"I have only seen it in the ancient books of the sect, in the description of the peak of the other shore."

Xuan Ku kowtowed to the ground.

"I'm certain."

"That's definitely a late-stage Extreme Body Cultivator of the Other Shore realm, or even... the peak of the Other Shore realm!"

Mo Tianjue fell silent.

They fell into complete silence.

Xuan Ku dared not lie, nor did he have any reason to lie.

Moreover, he shattered the peak-level Netherworld Corpse Lord with a single punch, erasing him along with the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Bone-Melting Array.

This is purely physical destructive force.

This is indeed something that ordinary beings in the Other Shore Realm cannot achieve.

Even if Mo Tianjue himself were to take action, it would still take some effort.

"The Abyss Dragon Clan at the pinnacle of the other shore."

Mo Tianjue leaned back on the throne, his fingers ceasing their tapping.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

Why would a giant of this caliber appear in the Bloodbath Abyss?

Why would they help the Dark Gold Suanni clan?

What makes the Dark Gold Suanni clan worthy of protection from a peak-level being from the Other Shore?

Sudden.

A flash of inspiration struck Mo Tianjue.

A name.

The name of a recently rising star in the inner sect of the Beginning Demon Sect, regarded as a peerless genius unparalleled throughout the ages.

"Long Yu".

Mo Tianjue uttered these two words.

below.

Xuan Ku's whole body trembled violently.

He looked up, his eyes revealing a hint of bewilderment and fear.