Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Li Yuan tried to touch the edge of the vortex with his divine sense, and an extremely weak gravitational force came from the center of the vortex.

Gravity points in one direction with him as the coordinate.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and faced northwest.

It seems that this is the only right direction.

At this moment, Ji Fanghua stood on a street paved with stone slabs. Some of the shops on both sides had already taken down their signs, while a few others were still lit with warm lights.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, and the distant sounds of children playing could be faintly heard. Everything felt so real and ordinary that it made my heart skip a beat.

She recognized the street; it was where she had lived as a child. The locust tree at the street entrance was still there, and Old Zhang's pastry shop was still there too. The wooden signboard hanging at the door was a little old, but the handwriting was exactly the same.

Ji Fanghua stood still, her breathing becoming slightly rapid. As if bewitched, she slowly lifted her foot.

At the end of the street was an alleyway, and deep inside the alley was a vermilion wooden door. The stone steps in front of the door were worn smooth, and a few moss plants grew in the cracks between the steps. She turned into the alleyway and saw the door.

The vermilion paint had mostly faded, revealing patches of grayish-white wood underneath, and the stone steps in front of the door had been worn smooth.

Ji Fanghua slowly raised her hand, her fingertips stopping an inch from the doorway, without falling.

A voice inside her told her that this wasn't real, that this was just an illusion created by the Trial Grounds, but the voice was too faint, so faint that it was easily dispelled by the evening breeze in the alley.

Finally, she pushed open the door.

Everything in the yard was exactly the same as she remembered. A light blue old shirt, which her mother often wore, was still hanging on the clothesline.

The kitchen chimney was emitting wisps of smoke, and a familiar aroma of food wafted out—scrambled eggs with scallions, her favorite dish from childhood.

There was a small wooden stool under the jujube tree in the corner of the yard. The stool surface was worn smooth. When she was a child, she would always sit on the stool to peel and eat jujubes.

She stood in the courtyard, tears streaming down her face, her throat felt blocked, and she could no longer take a step.

Frost settled on a frozen sea.

The ice beneath our feet was thick and smooth, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light. The sea stretched as far as the eye could see, and beneath the ice lay the unfathomable depths of dark blue water.

This icy sea was more ancient and quiet than any ice field she had ever seen, as if it had been frozen for millions of years, with even the waves frozen in a moment.

She walked on the ice for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly, a soft, silvery-white light appeared deep within the ice ahead.

She approached and crouched down, peering through the translucent ice layer into the depths. In the very center of the light, curled up, was a snow-white ice spirit beast, the size of an adult snow fox, but more slender and elegant.

Its fur resembled concentrated moonlight, each hair shimmering with a faint silver glow. Its eyes were closed, and it curled up quietly, as if asleep or waiting to be awakened.

Leng Ning Shuang's heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain making it hard to breathe. Upon closer inspection, she could hear the Ice Spirit Beast's chest rising and falling slightly, one after another, so lightly that it was almost imperceptible.

She knelt down, and a single, crystal-clear tear fell onto the ice, creating a tiny white splash.

"Mother……"

Leng Ningshuang murmured to herself. Although she had never seen her mother since she could remember, at this moment, connected by blood, she instantly knew the other's identity.

She reached out and touched the ice, the chill from her fingertips blending seamlessly with the ice.

Leng Ningshuang saw a huge crack beneath the ice. She lay prone on the ice, her forehead pressed against the translucent ice, tears streaming down her face, but she could no longer feel its warmth.

At this moment, in different directions, the others also fell into their own worlds.

Langhuan landed on a dry wasteland, with dark red clouds overhead and cracked ground beneath her feet exuding a parched aura.

She squinted and looked around, not recognizing the place, but inexplicably feeling a strange familiar heat in the air.

She clenched her fist slightly and whispered, "An illusion?"

Qingcang landed in a wild jungle, where giant trees reached for the sky and vines grew wildly. Huge birds flew overhead, their wings stirring up fallen leaves.

He drew his knife and looked around warily. The trees here were incredibly tall, like a forgotten ancient forest, and there was a very faint smell of blood in the air.

Mo Ming landed on the street of a small town, which was bustling with activity, lined with shops and people coming and going.

He stood there blankly at the street corner, watching a face brush past him, his lips moving slightly. When he was a child, his father had taken him to the demon market, experiencing the same lively atmosphere.

His eyes welled up with tears, and he said in a low voice, "It's just a bluff, I won't fall for it."

……

Above the temple tower, surrounded by a ring of light, the Grand Elder and Chen Su were positioned within it.

There are fifteen light screens in total. At this moment, twelve of them are brightly lit, reflecting the scenes of the worlds in which Li Yuan, the Supreme Emperor, the Azure Lotus Demon Saint, and the others reside.

The remaining three areas were pitch black, with no images, only endless darkness, as if it would swallow everything in the world.

The elder stared at the three pitch-black light screens, his brows furrowing slightly. Just as he was about to look away, two scarlet lights flashed from the depths of the black screen on the left, as if something was slowly opening its eyes in the darkness.

Chen Su took half a step back, his expression changing slightly: "Elder, that is...?"

"It's alright."

The elder's voice was calm. "These three mirrors correspond to three people, and they have already gone inside."

"Could it be...?"

Chen Su thoughtfully turned his gaze back to the light screen, as if he understood something.

Li Yuan sat cross-legged in the middle of the desert, having not moved for a full day and night.

He traveled for days and nights following the coordinates, only to find that the scenery around him had not changed at all, as if he had been standing still.

He immediately realized that his method was wrong, so he simply sat down and closed his eyes to feel it.

At first, he tried to break through the spatial suppression of divine consciousness with brute force, but each attempt was like punching water, and his power was silently dissolved.

Later, he completely gave up resisting, and instead relaxed his mind and body, his consciousness like a drop of ink falling into clear water, slowly merging into this deathly silent space.

He no longer tries to perceive, but lets space perceive him.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but gradually, he began to sense something strange.

This space is not entirely empty; at a very deep level, there is a faint pulse, like the last heartbeat of a dying person, slow and deep, almost imperceptible.

At first, the pulses were chaotic and disordered, but gradually he discovered some patterns. Slowly, the pulses resonated with his star field in a strange way, as if ancient musical instruments were playing the same string.

His consciousness sank deeper into the direction of the resonance, passing through layers of sand and embers of magma, finally reaching the core of this space.

There was no Earth's core, no lava, only a grayish-white solidified flame, quietly suspended in the deepest part of space.

Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he felt an immense and unparalleled power that made his heart tremble.

He carefully observed the gray-white flames for a moment, then tried to touch them with his divine sense. In an instant, a vast amount of information flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, he found himself on a prosperous continent, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, thriving life, and abundant spiritual energy. Humans and demons lived side by side on this land, coexisting peacefully.

Human cultivators and demon sorcerers sat side by side in the town, exchanging skills and exchanging techniques. Everything was thriving, peaceful and prosperous.

It is unknown when exactly, but demons began to appear on the continent.