Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

In response to Xiao Mei's question, Yun Ping grinned.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just a Kamen Rider passing by?"

……

No sooner had this joke been made than everyone felt the circular platform beneath their feet suddenly shake violently.

Duan Xingchen collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted, his face deathly pale.

The wound was still bleeding, but the blood evaporated into gas and spread around.

Ye Yuchan and the others stared blankly at the round platform beneath their feet, where a scarlet magic circle was slowly emerging, their expressions somewhat astonished.

what happened? !

Even Yun Ping couldn't help but frown, his gaze falling on the blood Duan Xingchen had spilled earlier...

This dark, round platform... seems to be absorbing this blood.

"I see...I see..."

As if she had suddenly realized something, Xiao Mei burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha—although she hasn't completely fallen into demonic possession, the ancient demonic blood that has already awakened in her body has still stirred up this evil and malevolent sect!"

"The ancient demons... will still awaken! Even if there's only one, it will be an ancient demon with the power of a half-immortal! Hahahaha..."

A fortune teller!

Ye Yuchan and the others were shocked to hear this, and were surprised to find that one of the eight pillars around them suddenly began to expand and then burst open.

The expanding, exploding blood mist and hundreds of terrifying demonic energies flew everywhere, and as if they had found their target, they rushed into the Demonic Gate at high speed!

On the dark circular platform beneath everyone's feet, the crimson magic circle began to operate rapidly, and the blood vapor that Duan Xingchen had evaporated slowly merged into the magic circle!

Looking at the chaotic and disordered state of this world, Duan Xingchen, sitting helplessly inside the magic array, gritted his teeth and punched the ground in frustration.

"It's still...it's still a little too slow..."

"If only I could have realized it sooner..."

Yes.

If only she had a little more courage, and had chosen to resist that so-called fate without hesitation...

Perhaps the ending wouldn't have been like this.

Within that vortex of pitch black and scarlet, a circular magic circle suddenly appeared.

Then came the second, the third...

The hundredth path, the thousandth path!

Countless formations, endless demonic energy!

In the next instant, these thousands of magic arrays merged into one, transforming into a terrifying circular array that spanned hundreds of meters!

And in the very center of this circle, a gigantic vortex, pitch black to the extreme, was clearly visible.

In an instant.

Even Fan Muyong, the vice dean of the Three-Day Academy, who possessed the peak Void Realm ability, couldn't help but turn around and shiver.

He sensed it.

Just at this moment...

Appearing in that vortex...

It is demonic energy at the level of a half-immortal.

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81. We need to think carefully about the name on the birth certificate.

A fortune teller.

An incomparably dense demonic aura enveloped the entire Three Heavens Academy, conjuring tens of thousands of black shadows that covered the already dim sky.

Standing inside the Golden Flame Fire Wall, with his feet planted on the hilt of a sword, he stood before the disciples of the Three Heavens Academy, his plump body suddenly trembling twice.

Fan Muyong turned around in horror, looking at the strange, giant vortex that had gathered in front of the Demonic Gate, his face turning deathly pale.

A chilling wind howled and swept past him, and cracks appeared in the impregnable wall of sacred golden flames. Fan Muyong lost his balance and almost fell off the hilt of the sword.

The golden flames surrounding his body, which were meant to suppress the demons' attacks, began to shake violently, as if they were about to be breached at any moment.

"You must be joking..."

Fan Muyong understood.

He understood this better than those disciples who stood there blankly, frozen in place, like puppets awaiting the end of the world...

What kind of existence is a demigod?

In these three great heavenly realms, those worthy of the title of half-immortal are extremely rare. Once they unleash their power, they can destroy mountains and fill seas, shatter the heavens and split the earth. This world may not even be able to withstand the torment of a half-immortal.

The academy will be the same for these three days.

Fan Muyong's gaze fell on the white-robed youth on the dark circular platform, who hadn't reacted at all—

He knew about the Imperial Pavilion and also knew that Yunping had his own way of dealing with the Half-Immortal.

but……

He didn't know whether the academy would be affected if the two sides actually went to war.

Moreover, this half-immortal-level ancient demon who emerged from the Demonic Sect, although he is half-immortal-level, has never seen a demon of this level before, let alone an ancient demon that has lived since the ancient era millions of years ago...

Ancient demons from millions of years ago—

God knows just how terrifying it is.

"Vice Dean..."

Han Jiuquan shakily turned his stiff head, his face cold as he pointed at the Demonic Sect that exuded an aura of panic, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"What...what exactly is that..."

he does not know.

As a highly talented young master in the Han family, he was usually pampered and spoiled.

Han Jiuquan has always regarded himself as a genius who will surely achieve great things in the future. With this stomp of his foot, the Extreme Heaven Domain will tremble at least twice.

But at this moment, after sensing the overwhelming demonic energy within the Demonic Sect, he realized—

That was simply not a field he could possibly be in.

It's not possible now, and it's not possible in the future either.

Insignificant.

Dark shadows filled the sky, demonic energy stretched for miles, and terror filled the heavens.

He was just a drifting speck among the masses.

Tiny, extremely tiny.

Fan Muyong placed his hand on Han Jiuquan's body, raised his head, and stared at the snow-white figure with a serious expression. His fat body also trembled uncontrollably.

"Stand here and don't move."

Fan Muyong tried his best to remain calm, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Han Jiuquan and the others stood frozen in place, as if they had cast a spell on themselves, not daring to move an inch.

Fan Muyong, on the other hand, exerted all his strength to circulate his energy, causing a surge of powerful spiritual energy within his body, which made the golden flames around him even more intense.

There was nothing else he could do. Even as the vice dean of the Three Heavens Academy and a peak Void Realm expert, he could only do one thing in the face of the upcoming battle.

To save one's life.

That's it.

……

On the round platform.

"It's... over..."

The crimson magic circle continued to drain the girl's blood energy. Duan Xingchen tried to get up from the ground, but the overwhelming pressure from the near-immortal level made her mind tremble violently, and she couldn't muster any strength at all.

A fortune teller! A fortune teller indeed!

Aside from the instinctive panic that arose from her very being and she could not resist, her face was filled with a dark look of despair.

Yes, despair.

She lay on the ground, gazing at the increasingly vivid and intense blood array around her, already aware of what was about to happen.

In those clear eyes, a scene of stark white bones and mountains of corpses and seas of blood had already emerged—that would be an irreversible future.

A demigod-level ancient demon.

Even the Dean of the Three-Day Academy, the Sage Cao Qingluo, was no match for him. The difference between a half-immortal and a sage lies in their realm of cultivation, which cannot be bridged by sheer numbers.

Moreover... Cao Qingluo was already seriously injured and couldn't even step forward to stop the ceremony.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Duan Xingchen lowered his head in despair, his cheeks filled with a look of dejection and despair. He looked like a hopeless puppet, staring blankly at his broken body.

If only it had been earlier...

If only I could remember about my patriarch grandfather and brother earlier...

If things had turned out this way, none of this would have happened.

A deep sense of self-reproach appeared on the girl's face.

"Hey! Xingchen, it's dangerous here, get up quickly—"