To comprehend all laws and attain immortality

Chapter 347 Demons Gather

Dongzhou, the State of Yan.

Located in the southern part of Yan Kingdom, the Valley of Blazing Inferno is where lava from the Abyss of Fallen Souls erupts, and gray smoke and haze condense into dark clouds that cover an area of ​​ten miles in radius, obscuring the sun year-round.

The valley is filled with flowing lava, jagged black rocks, and blazing fire, resembling a fiery hell.

However, this place, which is a dead end for ordinary people, is an excellent spiritual land for the cultivators of the Silent Extinction Sect. Cultivators often come here to personally experience the earth-shattering power of a volcanic eruption.

On this day, the Valley of Flames was unusually deserted, as if everyone had unanimously avoided the place.

Suddenly, two streaks of light, one red and one blue, pierced the sky and sped towards the center of the Fiery Hell Valley.

As the sunset faded, two figures came into view.

A man stood tall and imposing, his red hair blazing like fire. He wore black and gold armor, his face was resolute and cold, a dark red flame mark was imprinted between his brows, his eyes were bloodshot as if burning with rage, and his aura was wild and turbulent, making him a fearsome sight.

The other person, however, was a fairy with a cool and aloof demeanor, dressed in a plain white palace, with a face as white as snow, eyes that were dark and icy, and a faint chill emanating from her, which even drove back the surrounding heat waves.

The two stood on a stone pillar, eyes closed and focused, as if waiting for something.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour quietly went by.

The red-haired man frowned, and said impatiently in a deep voice, "Those few from Wu, are they perhaps not planning to come?"

The aloof fairy glanced at him indifferently, toying with an icicle in her hand.

The scorching black stone pillar beneath her was now covered by a thin layer of frost, the cold air and heat waves mingling and wisps of white steam rising from it.

"What's the rush?" she said calmly. "They are all Nascent Soul True Monarchs; they wouldn't break their promise."

Just as the red-haired man was about to argue, a blinding beam of blood suddenly descended from the sky and crashed into the valley.

As the bloody light dissipated, a Taoist priest in a red robe with black hair reaching his waist emerged. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was stern, but a smile played on his lips. He cupped his hands and said, "I've kept you two waiting."

"Bloodless Sorrow, you've finally arrived." The red-haired man pressed on, clearly displeased. "Where are the others?"

"I can't control them." Xue Wushang slowly shook his head, with a hint of mockery, and guessed, "Maybe they overdosed on poison and died, or were devoured by the Gu worms."

As he spoke, Xue Wushang became quite animated.

"Even if you die, I will never die!" came an old but powerful voice.

Everyone looked up and saw a blue cloud slowly drifting down from the sky and landing in the Fiery Hell Valley. On the cloud stood an old man with white hair dressed in a green robe.

The old man had white hair but a youthful face. He leaned on a black wooden cane, had a red gourd hanging from his waist, and smiled. His eyes were gentle, making him look like a renowned doctor who had dedicated himself to healing the sick.

The old man descended from the clouds, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting, saying, "Fairy Mengyao, True Lord Yanjin, it's been a long time. I was just passing by when I casually dealt with a Wei Kingdom sorcerer. I'm sorry to have kept you both waiting."

After saying that, he gently patted the red gourd at his waist.

The gourd swayed slightly, emitting a faint fishy smell.

"Stop pretending, Poison Thousand Machines."

Yan Jin Zhenjun seemed to see through the old man's gentle exterior and smiled contemptuously: "Instead of being so sanctimonious, you should save your insidious skills for the three envoys of Wei."

Du Qianji's smile froze after being rebuked, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

All four are Nascent Soul cultivators. Among them, Fairy Mengyao and True Monarch Yanjin respectively govern the Dark Night Palace and the Silent Annihilation Sect, Xue Wushang is the Supreme Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect, and Du Qianji comes from the Five Poisons Sect.

It is worth mentioning that although the Wei Kingdom considers both Yan and Wu to be of the demonic path, the cultivators of both countries believe that their own path is righteous and that they have cultivated the true lineage of the Dharma.

This is why Yan Jin Zhenjun refers to Du Qianji as a demonic being.

The four waited a moment longer before seeing two streaks of light rushing toward the Valley of Flames.

In a streak of light, the person appeared, their body a dark gold color, draped in a slightly tattered hemp robe, enveloped in a thick aura of death, with long, withered fingers like claws, bloodshot eyes without pupils, and an aura of cold, deathly stillness emanating from them.

In another beam of light appeared a middle-aged Taoist priest with a crooked and disheveled hair ornament and his black hair casually draped over his shoulders. He wore a wide-sleeved purple robe embroidered with strange Gu insect patterns, and the cuffs vibrated slightly from time to time, emitting faint insect chirping sounds.

"Tian Shizi and Li Mengchan, you two are late!" Yan Jin Zhenjun said in a deep voice.

"It's all his fault."

Tian Shizi, the man covered in dark gold, pointed his withered fingers at Li Mengchan, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "I ran into him halfway through my journey. He dared to attack me, so I fought with him for a while."

"If I weren't still thinking of my two fellow Daoists, I would definitely have refined him into a Yin Corpse!"

Li Mengchan chuckled softly, surprisingly nodding calmly and explaining lightly, "It's just testing the newly cultivated Gu worms. Fellow Daoist Tianshi is making a mountain out of a molehill."

Everyone's gaze swept over Tian Shizi's tattered hemp clothing before they understood why the two were late.

"Enough!" True Monarch Yan Jin raised his hand to interrupt the two, his tone sharp. "If you want to fight, then go back to Wu and fight to the death. The reason I have gathered you all here today is to discuss how to deal with the three sects of Wei."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped arguing, and the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Fairy Mengyao pondered for a moment before speaking first: "Twenty years ago, our two countries joined forces and finally suppressed the arrogance of the three sects of Wei. Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have had even more spiritual lands seized."

"However, during the last outbreak of the Soul-Falling Abyss, the ancestral energy of the Xuanpin sect decreased by more than 30%. In recent years, when our sect's disciples fought against the Hundred Refinement Sect, they discovered that the number of new Core Formation cultivators in the Hundred Refinement Sect seemed unaffected. There must be something fishy about this."

"Since the three clans of Wei pacified the desolate mountains, they have become increasingly prosperous. If we do not curb this, we fear we will repeat the mistakes of twenty years ago."

"The reason I've gathered you all here today is to discuss countermeasures," True Monarch Yan Jin said, grinning maliciously. "If you ask me, why don't you all join forces and wipe out the Wei Kingdom!"

"Destroyed the Wei Kingdom? Fellow Daoist, you have quite the nerve." Li Mengchan laughed, "Fellow Daoist, you lead the Silent Annihilation Sect, and have been at odds with the Hundred Refinements Sect for years, yet you haven't necessarily managed to gain any advantage from the Half-Old Monster. Now you dare to say you've destroyed the Wei Kingdom?"

"Indeed." Du Qianji nodded in agreement: "Although Wei only has three Nascent Soul cultivators, two of them are extremely difficult to deal with. If it comes to a fight to the death, who among you can face their might?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Wushang and Tian Shizi both remained silent.

While a six-against-three victory is possible, everyone present will inevitably pay a price.

Just as Tian Shizi wanted to refine Li Mengchan into a Yin Corpse, Li Mengchan wanted to use Tian Shizi to feed Gu worms. The four sects of Wu were already embroiled in serious internal strife, otherwise they would not have been suppressed by Wei.

There is absolutely no trust among cultivators of the Primordial Chaos lineage. If one of the four is seriously injured, it is possible that the one who strikes first will be one of their own.

Furthermore, as a sword cultivator, Guiyun Sword Lord's strength in combat is something that most people have experienced firsthand.

When the Half-Old Monster was once a formidable figure in the Eastern Continent, they had only just reached the Core Formation stage. Years of accumulated prestige still remain etched in their hearts.

Du Qianji's words hit the nail on the head.

"But what if the old monster is already dead?" Yan Jin Zhenjun suddenly asked.

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