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

Jiang Shaoguang stood beside Yun Ping, gazing at the now much quieter Demonic Gate in the distance, and asked, "What should we do with this gate?"

"Well..."

Yunping had faced this problem before.

He had almost destroyed the Demonic Sect once before, but it was too troublesome, so in the end he stuffed it into the Void Abyss along with the Demon Slayer.

Now that the Demonic Sect has re-emerged, he doesn't want this kind of trouble to happen again.

And so—

"It's definitely not a good idea for this thing to stay in the world, so..."

Ruined.

—The two words were not uttered.

Yunping froze on the spot.

Not only him, but everyone else at Yuntian Academy was the same.

buzz~

Waves of black energy emanated from the last remaining vortex in the very center of the Demonic Gate.

The demonic energy that had vanished completely reappeared with this wave! And there was even more of it than before!

If the previous demonic energy was merely like dark clouds obscuring the sky...

At this moment, the demonic energy seems poised to replace the sky.

"What happened? Didn't the Ancient Demon already return to the Demonic Sect?"

Jiang Shaoguang couldn't comprehend the bizarre scene before him, his gaze fixed on the vortex at the very center of the Demonic Gate.

It grew larger and larger until it filled the entire vortex of the Demonic Sect... and a huge four-pointed star crack began to appear.

In the cleaved space, nothing could be seen; what surged forth was an almost endless stream of demonic energy.

Skeletal bones burst forth from the crack, forming a white bone chair with sharp bone spikes forming the body, as if it were a throne specially made for death itself.

Moreover, countless streams of blood flowed out, overflowing the entire circular platform, and along with the earth-shattering black waves, they converged into step after step.

The steps leading to the throne.

boom! boom! boom!

Black waves are churning.

The black waves were shaking.

Black waves are sweeping in.

Like the roar of creation, each wave of black energy brought with it a surge of demonic energy.

Click... Click...

—The sound of the magic array shattering.

Everyone looked up in alarm and discovered that the tenth-order perfect formation, the Seven Elements Heavenly Control Formation, was looming overhead...

It even shows signs of breaking!

The legendary Seven Elements Heavenly Defense Formation, which could even withstand a full-force attack from a demigod without being completely destroyed...

They can't even withstand the onslaught of demonic energy?!

This is impossible!

Even the ancient demons, with their terrifying demonic energy as vast as the stars, couldn't possibly possess such power...

If that's not an ancient demon, then what is it?

While everyone was stunned and confused, only one figure, seemingly indifferent to everything, took a step forward.

clatter--

A crisp sound.

That was the sound of someone stepping onto the stairs.

83. So you've been keeping your old rival's daughter by your side all this time, right...?

An unexpected sight.

Even Yunping was somewhat taken aback, because the terrifying demonic wave that suddenly erupted from the Demonic Sect, which was supposed to be on the verge of collapse, was truly beyond the level of a half-immortal.

Others may not really know how capable the Half-Immortal is, but Yunping knows very well. Not only does he know, but he has almost lost count of the Half-Immortals who have suffered at his hands throughout history.

That is why he was certain that the black waves that were enough to shake the Seven Elements Heavenly Array were something that a half-immortal level demon could not possibly possess.

Among the demons who reside above the ancient demons and the half-immortals, throughout the endless river of time, Yunping can only think of one.

That being who had fought him for days and nights in the three great celestial realms, and even nearly reshaped the terrain of those three realms—

Demon Slayer.

However, the Demon Slayer in the Void Abyss remained completely still, a fact that Yun Ping, who was able to detect the situation in the Demon Abyss at all times, knew all too well.

Although the Abyss Seal was on the verge of collapse, the demonic energy it emitted was all used by Xiao Mei to reshape the Demonic Gate. Meanwhile, the old demons inside the Void Abyss remained obediently inside, showing no intention of breaking through the Abyss Seal.

They don't have the ability or the courage.

If that's the case, then who is the owner of this black wave?

clatter--

Just as everyone's hearts were trembling with fear at the sight of the rolling black waves, a clear sound rang in their ears.

That was the sound of someone stepping on those blood-stained steps.

who is it?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a figure that was all too familiar.

Purple hair danced wildly in the howling wind. Jiang Yuetian stared wide-eyed at the figure with one foot already on the steps, her face filled with disbelief.

Because that was simply too incredible, too beyond imagination.

I can't understand it, I can't comprehend it.

With a soft clang from his spear and the icy rings dancing in the air, Jiang Yuetian almost instinctively rushed forward, wanting to grab the person who was gradually heading down a path of no return.

"Yuan'er!!"

Of course.

Before her slender, white hand could even touch that petite figure, it was stopped in mid-air by something, as if it had touched an invisible barrier.

boom--

The violent recoil sent Jiang Yuetian flying instantly, her snow-white hand being swallowed by the intense black demonic energy, the bones inside cracking and popping.

In the blink of an eye, all the joints inside the entire hand bone shattered!

After sliding backward several meters, Jiang Yuetian gritted her teeth in exasperation, staring at her hands, which seemed to have softened and were completely powerless, as cold sweat streamed down her forehead.

"What... happened?"

Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui exchanged a glance and then looked at the petite girl who was slowly stepping up the blood-red steps.

The well-behaved girl named Lin Yuan, the least troublesome, most obedient, and cutest little girl in Yuntian Academy, was now wearing an indescribable wicked smile.

That was a smile that shouldn't have appeared on her still-childish face.

An increasingly unsettling atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

Whether it was the black and red chaotic vortex spinning rapidly in the center of the Demonic Gate, or the blood-red steps leading to the Bone Spike Throne, everything seemed to be announcing one thing to everyone—

The situation is developing in an irreversible direction.

This premonition was especially strong in Duan Xingchen's heart.

For some reason, when Duan Xingchen first saw the petite girl, a subtle sense of unease flashed through his mind, as if she shouldn't be standing there.

At this moment, she felt from the bottom of her heart that, with the blood of the ancient demon residing within her body, she felt a strange desire for this seemingly fragile little girl, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

A desire to kneel in worship.

"Hey—what's going on?"

Almost subconsciously, unable to resist the desire in his heart, Duan Xingchen asked around in a panic.

However, Ye Yuchan, who was carrying her on her back, was also somewhat at a loss.

Even if you ask me that... I still don't know...

Not to mention her, among all the disciples of Yuntian Academy, including Zhang Ruoxue, Fan Luokui, Jiang Yuetian, and others, not a single one could figure out what was going on.

What is the Bone Spur Throne?

What are those blood-red steps?

What are the strange changes in the Demonic and Evil Sect?

Why would Lin Yuan, who is usually so well-behaved, climb those strange, blood-red steps?

step.

step.

Another step.

With each step Lin Yuan took, the surrounding demonic energy grew increasingly dense.

Blood gradually filled the steps, and the viscous liquid flowed down from the top of the Bone Spike Throne, slowly submerging everyone's ankles and accumulating into a pool of blood at an extremely eerie speed.

The strange blood seemed to belong to this area; even at the edge of the circular platform, it showed no signs of flowing down but instead continued to accumulate and thicken.

A silent fear permeated the surroundings; almost everyone could only hear the crisp sound of footsteps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Step by step.

The petite girl, as if she had been waiting for this moment, grinned at a ferocious angle, and her jade-like eyes suddenly turned blood red, from which blood slowly trickled out.