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

—The Demon Dynasty has arrived.

In the imperial capital, a solemn-faced old man sat on the throne. This throne, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, might be destroyed in his generation.

The old man raised his head and looked out from the open palace gates. His gaze was sorrowful and cold. As the king of the Lantian Empire, he chose to entrust everything to the general he trusted.

As long as the borders remain unconquered, the throne will not be shaken.

"Father."

Accompanied by a familiar voice gently ringing in my ears—

A hint of gloom gradually spread across his aged and wise eyes.

He didn't need to turn around to know the identity of the person behind him. After all, that was one of his offspring, his son. How could he not recognize the voice?

"Xiu'er".

The visitor was none other than the Sixth Young Master, Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu changed into a luxurious outfit, as if he had taken special care of himself. His face was radiant and his spirits were high, showing no sign of the tension one might feel when facing a formidable enemy.

He casually walked to the Emperor's side and looked out with him, a smile playing on his lips: "Father, you don't really think Fang Yan has the ability to stop this Demon Dynasty army, do you?"

“I understand what you’re trying to say, Xiu’er.”

A barely perceptible sadness flashed across the Emperor's face, along with a hint of exasperated anger.

He glanced coldly at Chu Xiu, who was smiling faintly beside him, and said slowly, "Fang Yan is the general I appointed to protect the country. If I don't trust him, who can I trust?"

“But I am your son,” Chu Xiu said.

"The empire is greater than the royal family; you should understand this principle."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiu fell silent for a moment.

However, the smile on his face remained unchanged. He stood there, pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at his old father, his old emperor's solemn and dignified profile, and said calmly:

"Xiandu has made a move against the Three Heavens Academy."

The Emperor frowned deeply. "So?"

“I heard that senior has an inseparable relationship with the Three Heavens Academy. I’m just worried that the mysterious senior might be overwhelmed with other matters.”

"He said he would come." The Emperor narrowed his eyes, his tone tinged with annoyance.

How could Chu Xiu not see the resoluteness in his father's words? But he couldn't understand or accept it, and could only laugh helplessly and say, "Father, maybe you really are getting senile."

"To tell you the truth, no one can win this battle."

The Emperor said calmly, "That's because you haven't witnessed that senior's extraordinary feat in the Imperial Pavilion."

Chu Xiu nodded, not denying it: "Indeed, I have never seen it, but even the once-powerful Emperor Pavilion is not worthy of being a match for the current Demon Dynasty and Immortal Capital. At most, it is just a stepping stone."

"I don't think there's anything remarkable about someone who can shatter a stepping stone."

The Emperor wanted to refute something, but was interrupted by Chu Xiu.

"Look, Father, look over there."

Following Chu Xiu's gaze, the Emperor's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with horror.

In the distance, several towering mountain peaks appeared to have had all their life force drained away. Faint green and blood-red hues emanated from the peaks, all of which were absorbed by the heart-shaped fruit in the recessed part of the formation.

Moreover, with just a quick glance, the Emperor could tell that those mountains were the strongholds of various powerful sects.

Upon closer inspection, the blood within is mostly incredibly powerful—a symbol of the souls and flesh of the sect's powerful members being forged!

The mountain withered rapidly, its spiritual energy and blood essence being completely absorbed. In just a few breaths, it gradually turned gray. When the grayness completely engulfed the mountain, the entire mountain turned into dust that filled the sky and scattered in the vast air.

A single mountain can house thousands or even tens of thousands of people!

What was covered by that formation were endless mountains, and several major sects and factions surrounding the Lantian Empire!

In the blink of an eye, it vanished into thin air.

Even the emperor, who had seen countless storms, couldn't help but tremble and exclaim, "What kind of formation is this...?"

"I don't know."

Chu Xiu remained smiling, his expression unchanged even in the face of this formation: "I'm afraid this is one of the Demon Dynasty's trump cards."

"That's why I say it's useless for anyone to fight this battle."

"Father—"

Chu Xiu turned around with a faint smile, and wisps of dark mist gradually rose from his body.

A look of surprise flashed in the Emperor's eyes. He pointed at Chu Xiu, unable to utter a single word.

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that even his own son...

"If you surrender now, at least you can save your life..."

"No royal power lasts forever, Father."

……

……

The frontier of the empire.

"What exactly is that formation...?"

Chu Aotian, the eldest son of the Lantian Empire, stared ahead with a cold expression. His robust body felt an extreme chill in his soul after just one glance at the formation.

"I don't know."

Fang Yan shook his head repeatedly. When he looked back, he saw that all the soldiers of the Guardian Army had shown fear on their faces.

He took a deep breath. Although he was indeed filled with great fear and unease, he was now the empire's chief general. If even he showed cowardice, the battle would probably not even be able to begin, and they would immediately collapse in fear.

Chu Xin stood beside Fang Yan, her slender hand gently resting on his shoulder to calm him down.

"I am fine."

Fang Yan shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

He then turned his gaze forward and clearly saw that the formation had been concealed by someone.

Meanwhile, on the distant horizon, a black line gradually appeared.

The demonic cultivators, dressed in uniform black Taoist robes, walked slowly and in unison, as if strolling through a market, their steps light and frivolous, exuding a strong sense of contempt.

Directly in front of all the demonic cultivators, there was clearly an unusual figure.

Upon seeing this person, Fang Yan and the others stumbled, nearly overwhelmed by the strange, icy aura emanating from him.

Walking at the forefront of the crowd, the man, also dressed in a black robe, had several torn scars on his face, with blood still flowing from them. His arms were exposed, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the skin on his arms looked as if it had been stitched up, covered with linear tearing wounds.

On his狰狞 face, the corners of his mouth mechanically smirked, while he tossed a spherical object back and forth in his hand.

But when everyone looked over, their expressions suddenly changed to one of shock.

Because of the spherical object that person was playing with...

It was clearly the head of a sect leader at the peak of the Void Transformation Realm.

10. Nothing special.

"The Demon Lord... the Demon Lord whose body is covered in cracks, is he the evil lord of the Demon Dynasty?"

Seated on the imperial throne, the emperor was surrounded by a faint, dark, demonic aura, and black, hard, intangible chains were binding the emperor.

His aged body trembled slightly as he tried his best to break free, but the demonic aura on his body completely sealed off his ability to move. He could not even circulate his spiritual energy, let alone summon magical artifacts.

Chu Xiu, the sixth prince of the empire, stood beside the throne, his gaze fixed on the desolate plains stretching far ahead.

The dark tide has arrived, and the one leading it, whose body is covered in cracks and scars, is the leader of the Demon Dynasty's expedition.

Disrespectful to the wicked.

No one knows his real name; he always refers to himself as "Impolite."

They disrespect heaven, earth, and all living beings; they only respect themselves.

Although it exudes an air of proudly standing between heaven and earth, this pride stems precisely from terrifying malice.

Pure malice.

"His origins are unknown even to the Demon Emperor."

Chu Xiu stared at the disrespectful evil lord who was licking his lips and walking with a frivolous gait, and slowly said, "He claims to be a traitor to the sect, who slaughtered the entire sect and then wiped out his master's descendants and relatives."

"He also claimed to be the second young master of the family, and killed someone to seize the family property due to dissatisfaction with the distribution of the family's property, thus degenerating into a degenerate person."

"He also claimed to be a poor child and a village hoodlum who fell into demonic ways after breaking a taboo."

"There are too many rumors, and no one knows for sure what's true or false, but one thing is certain—"

Chu Xiu smiled faintly, his gaze towards his father filled with threat and coldness: "The number of people he has killed is probably the most in the entire world..."

“Father, it’s not too late to surrender now.”

"Otherwise—"

Chu Xiu didn't finish his sentence, but the Emperor already understood the meaning behind his words.

At this moment, the Emperor's spiritual energy was sealed, as were his magical artifacts. He could only watch helplessly as the dark tide drew ever closer.

The man, whose body was covered in cracks, simply walked, and a sinister and cold aura emanated from the soles of his feet. Wherever he passed, the grass and trees withered, and all life vanished.

Inside the venue.

All things were silent.

Fang Yan gripped the scabbard at his waist tightly, his breathing became shallow, and his eyes were filled with panic and terror.

There are few people in this world who can instill fear in him. Even when facing the Demon Lord of the Demon Dynasty, he can fight without changing his expression.

But the evil lord before us is different.

For the first time in his life, he felt a bone-chilling cold...

My legs felt weak, my whole body was exhausted, and my heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible icy hand, squeezing my veins, making my breathing painful and rapid.

Sweat streamed down his forehead as the disrespectful and wicked figure drew ever closer...