After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Tao Yaoyao squatted on Xu Ze's shoulder, her purple eyes looking at the kneeling demon beasts, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She suddenly felt that following this master was perhaps the best decision she had ever made in her life.

Isn't this a kind of good fortune?

……

Demon Slayer Alliance, Headquarters.

News of what had just happened in the Savage Demon Realm spread very quickly.

Before those old monsters who were in seclusion even opened their eyes, the news had already reached their ears.

A cultivator in the Void Refinement stage.

One person, one sword.

It scared away King Kong.

Who is Vajra King?

That was the number one among the twelve demon kings, the one closest to the Emperor Realm.

They were actually scared off by a human in the 'Refining Void Stage'?

Not only were they scared off, but they also admitted defeat.

They even voluntarily gave up their territory.

This news was like a pebble thrown into a lake, but the ripples it created were more violent than a tsunami.

The headquarters of the Demon Slayer Alliance was bustling with people in its council hall.

The protectors and deacons of each branch gathered together, their voices rising and falling like a swarm of wasps that had disturbed their nest.

"Impossible! How could a Void Refinement stage cultivator scare away the Vajra King?"

"Absolutely true! Protector Zhou of the Gongfa Hall witnessed it with his own eyes!"

"Protector Zhou? Is that Zhou Yan who killed the Nine Nether King?"

"Yes! It was him! He was there too, and he was almost killed by King Kong. It was that young man who saved him!"

"Just who is that young man?"

"I don't know, I only know that his surname is Xu, his given name is Xu Ze, and he's from Nanzhou..."

"Southern Continent? How could such a person emerge from a place with such scarce spiritual energy?"

"You still don't believe me? Even King Kong has admitted defeat, how could it be fake?"

The discussion grew increasingly heated and noisy.

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, some were excited, and some were worried.

A variety of emotions fermented in the council hall, turning the entire hall into a boiling pot.

Just then, a voice came from deep within the hall.

"Quiet."

The sound was not loud; in fact, it was quite faint.

But as soon as it appeared, the entire hall fell silent.

It wasn't the kind of suppressed silence, but rather a deep-seated, ingrained reverence.

Everyone fell silent and lowered their heads.

"Greetings, Lord Alliance Leader."

Before long, under the guidance of the hall master...

The sound echoed throughout the heavens.

At the same time, a figure emerged from the depths of the hall.

It was an old man with white hair and beard, a thin face, and wearing a gray Taoist robe without any patterns.

His steps were slow, each one steady, as if he were walking on clouds, or on his heart.

His eyes were bright, as bright as two stars, but deep within those stars lay something indescribable.

The Demon Slayer Alliance, currently led by [name omitted].

He walked to the center of the hall, stood in front of the statue, looked up, and gazed at the face carved in stone.

It was a stone statue three zhang tall, carved to resemble a young man.

He wore a blue robe, carried a sword, and had a calm demeanor.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, on the direction of the demon realm, on the churning mist.

On the base of the stone statue, four ancient characters are engraved.

Hunyuan Tianzun.

The leader of the alliance stared at the stone statue for a long time.

His lips moved as if he were saying something, or as if he wasn't saying anything at all.

His fingers gently traced the base of the stone statue, feeling the edges smoothed by time.

"The true name of the first leader of the alliance is no longer known."

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, "but everyone knows he has a Taoist name, 'Hun Yuan Tian Zun'."

The hall was silent.

Everyone kept their heads down, and no one dared to speak.

"He gained the recognition of the dragon race 10,000 years ago."

"Now, the last trace of his dragon blood physique has been restored..."

The leader turned around and looked at the faces in the hall with their heads down.

"Is this operation, known only to our successive leaders, finally about to begin?"

He looked into the depths of the demon realm, into the surging mist, and into the vanished golden light.

A hint of expectation and an indescribable sense of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Pass down the order."

His voice suddenly became loud and clear, "From this day forward, all members of the Demon Slayer Alliance... shall regard this person as their Alliance Leader."

An uproar erupted in the hall.

Seeing this person is like seeing the leader of an alliance?

What is this concept?

This is handing over the entire power of the Demon Slayer Alliance to an outsider.

A stranger they had never heard of, and who they didn't even know if was friend or foe?

But no one dared to question it.

Because the leader's words are commands.

Meanwhile, the alliance leader, positioned in the very center, ignored the discussions.

He simply turned around and looked at the stone statue.

Looking at the face etched in the stone, he whispered something only he could hear.

"Heavenly Venerable, you have finally returned."

……

The upper realm, the Heavenly Court.

Inside the magnificent, golden hall, incense smoke swirled and celestial music drifted through the air.

The priests, dressed in white robes, stood in rows, heads bowed, not daring to make a sound.

At the far end of the main hall stands a massive golden dragon throne.

A man sat on the dragon throne.

He looked very young, only in his early twenties, and his face was so handsome it seemed unreal.

It is worth mentioning that.

The man's eyes were golden, with flames burning in his pupils.

He was also wearing a golden dragon robe, embroidered with nine five-clawed golden dragons, each one so lifelike that it seemed as if it might fly off the robe at any moment.

This person is the most revered being in the Three Realms.

Lord of Heaven.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the dragon throne, producing a rhythmic sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the entire hall tremble slightly.

The priests kept their heads down, not daring to breathe, for fear that they might be targeted by that gaze if they were not careful.

"What do you mean, his presence has disappeared?"

The Lord of Heaven's voice was very soft, as soft as the wind blowing across a lake.

But that seemingly casual remark sent a shiver down the spine of the white-robed priest kneeling before the hall.

That white-robed priest was the one who had previously descended to the mortal realm to capture Mu Yan.

But at this moment he knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, his body trembling, and his voice trembling.

"Reply to Your Majesty."

"This is a message from the lower realm, saying that person's aura has disappeared."

“This time it’s not just hiding, it’s completely disappearing from the Three Realms. I am incompetent, I deserve to die…”

The Heavenly Lord's knocking stopped.

The main hall was deathly silent.