ATPnovel Chapter 835 659: Mountain and River Map (Part 2)
Chapter 835 659: Mountain and River Map (Part 2)
"Stop wasting words on them! Since they have come to us, we have no reason not to fight!"Facing the incoming Human Race True Monarchs, the Demon Ancestors took a step forward, and their overwhelming and terrifying aura transformed into an endless deluge pressing them down.
The Human Race is blessed with the protection of the Daoist Spirit.
The Demonic Path also grants shelter to the demonic beings.
This is the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains; the power of the Human Dao will be significantly weakened here, while the strength of the Demonic Path will be unprecedentedly strong.
Watching as the vast expanse of space around them suddenly sunk with the weight of the Demon Ancestors' pressure, unleashing wild and fierce vigor, a series of roaring explosions like nuclear blasts reverberated continuously. Various killing formations evolved and emerged, with astonishing and rampant visions appearing one after another, drawing down the infinite Power of the Great Dao.
It was as if a Shura Purgatory had appeared out of thin air.
The Human Clan's True Venerables watched the incoming storm of violence calmly, undisturbed. An old physician riding a donkey reached into his sleeve and took out an exquisitely crafted scroll intertwined with strands of Xuanhuang Qi.
"Not good!"
A sharp-eyed Demon Ancestor noticed the scroll in the old physician's hand, whose aura held a profound and weighty presence, causing his expression to change as he shouted aloud.
"Mountain and River Map, retreat quickly..."
In an instant, the scroll in the old physician's hand suddenly erupted, spewing out infinite ink wash. The supreme divine power sweeping across heaven and earth covered every inch of the territory across millions of miles, enveloping all the Demon Ancestors within.
"This place is too small, how about we change location."
With a light laugh, the old physician waved his wide sleeves, and the Demon Ancestors, covered by the ink wash glint, felt a great suction force rushing in, attempting to pull them all into the scroll.
Knowing well that entering the Mountain and River Map was easy, but coming out was difficult.
Each of the Demon Ancestors exerted their divine might, likened to a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting from dormancy, unleashing extraordinarily terrifying substantial power against all directions, trying to break free from the Mountain and River Map's pull.
Yet with such a vast force shaking everything, the overwhelming suction only grew stronger instead of weaker, with the angry roars of the Demon Ancestors being sucked into the scroll.
"Sir!"
At their wits' end, some demons desperately shouted toward the deepest part of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, where a graceful and serene bamboo forest stood quietly. Amid the swaying bamboo shadows, a silhouette with a thin robe and ink-black hair could be faintly seen, standing in the depths of the bamboo forest.
Seeing this figure, the eyes of the Human Clan's True Venerables all focused intently.
But in the face of the Demon Ancestors' cries for help, this figure turned a blind eye, completely indifferent, with no intention of stepping in to assist.
"Sir, you..."
Unable to comprehend why the sir ignored them, the Demon Ancestors could only be both angry and resentful as they were swept into the endless ink wash of mountains and rivers.
"Alright, the battlefield is set; I now offer my best wishes to all fellow Daoists for a successful victory."
Sealing the demons within the Mountain and River Map, the old physician smilingly cupped his hands toward the Human Clan's True Venerables.
"Then we accept Elder Sun's auspicious words,"
Having established their strategy before coming, seeing the demons fall into the trap, the Human Clan's True Venerables wasted no time, each transforming into a stream of divine light and entering the wondrous scroll.
Watching the vividly painted figures in the painting, already engaged in a battle of divine spells, the old physician nodded lightly, then raised his eyes to look at the bamboo forest deep in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
All preparations were complete; now, only the east wind was awaited.
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Amidst the fetid swampy gases rolling over the water-saturated lands, a starlight appeared from nowhere, landing steadily. A spindle-shaped Magic Artifact slowly dissipated to reveal a young Daoist, looking delicate and handsome.
"So, this is the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains?"
Raising his eyes slightly, examining the desolate and rugged surroundings, full of obscurity, Qi Xiu lightly furrowed his brows.
With such a harsh environment, it's no wonder those Demonic Evil Cultivators constantly covet the Central Earth territory.
Just as Qi Xiu landed, bubbles started to bubble up in the swamp before him, and figures hidden deep within the swamp mud began to emerge gradually.
With a flicker of his gaze, Qi Xiu lightly pinched a spell to conceal his form.
"Blasted legs! It's all the King's fault for listening to the Old Ancestor's nonsense and sending all the brothers from the cave to the Central Earth territory, leaving all these odd jobs for us."
Speaking in gibberish demon language, a Pig Dragon demon with four demon heads and a human body, dressed in tattered armor, heaved a large crate of unknown biological remains ashore.
"Say less, I heard from the Little Demons in other Demon Caves that most of the demons sent to Central Earth faced disasters, killed by those human cultivators. Those who survive are lucky to be hiding and wandering."
"In comparison, although we're suffering a little and working hard every day, at least our lives are still in our own hands."
"That's right, our King isn't too bad. Among the Demon Kings in the nearby area, is there any other Demon King who, after returning from a feast, brings a few flasks of cold wine back to their Little Demons?"
"Speaking of which, the taste of that wine is really excellent. Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it now, I can still savor the flavor on my tongue."
"Of course, those are the treasures of King Youdeng, said to be a fine brew stolen from Central Earth. If it weren't for this feast inviting all the Demon Kings of the Xiling Mountain Range, where else could we have seen such good wine?"
"By the way, do you guys know why King Youdeng suddenly invited all the Demon Kings of the Xiling Mountain Range for a banquet?"
"How would I know? I only know it would be great if they held more of such feasts, then we could enjoy more of the benefits."
"You blockhead, always thinking about eating. You drank three more ounces last time, remember to deduct it next time."
"Get lost, who drank more? Do you have evidence?"
"Oh, trying to deny it, huh..."
Watching the four Little Demons bickering as they gradually faded into the distance, Qi Xiu's eyes reflected a thoughtful expression.
Though these True Monarchs of the Dao Body Realm took advantage of the Dao Alliance's campaign to wipe out the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, they were here to use the Divine Marvels of the Human Dao to enhance their own foundations.
However, simple slaughter held minimal utility for him, merely adding a touch of embellishment.
For countless eras, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains have been occupied by demons and devils.
The many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures born out of this place are likely not in short supply.
After two previous invasions, the Demon Caves in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are probably as vacant as this Water Swamp Demon Swamp.
If he could seize this opportunity to plunder thoroughly, it wouldn't be a wasted trip after coming all this way.
With a scheme forming in his mind, Qi Xiu, with a thought, caught up with the four Little Demons dumping the bones, and flicked his finger, sending out four deep blue Fire Sparks that transformed into four grinning, sinister Devil Heads, which suddenly burrowed into the backs of their heads.
Soul-searching Cold Flame!
Under the erosion of these four Cold Flame Devils, the four Pig Dragon Little Demons quickly became puppets of Qi Xiu, disclosing every detail of this desolate swamp.
This place is called: Cold Pond Swamp.
A hundred meters beneath the swamp lies a Demon Cave, with a Demon King who calls himself the Cold Pond King. Although he has Dao Body Realm cultivation, his strength is only at the first level of Dao Embodiment, making him the weakest among the Demon Kings.
The Cold Pond Swamp is not large, but it originally housed eight hundred Little Demons and a hundred Great Demons.
As the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains mounted an invasion of Central Earth's borders, all the demons from the Demon Caves and the Demon Cave were drafted away.
The Cold Pond Swamp falls under the jurisdiction of the Fire Spirit Saint Mother of the Xiling Mountain Range.
With one command from the Fire Spirit Saint Mother of the Demon Clan, ninety percent of the Great Demons and Little Demons in the cave were drawn away, leaving only ten percent to guard.
Just last month.
King Youdeng of Moon Listening Cave in the Xiling Mountain Range suddenly invited all the major Demon Kings to a banquet.
According to the four Little Demons,
after Cold Pond King returned from the banquet, he not only brought back a few flasks of cold wine but also frequently laughed to himself, muttering,
"The opportunity has come, the opportunity has come."
"The bold eat their fill, the timid starve to death."
"Damn! Miss this chance, and there won't be another like it."
From the looks of it, King Youdeng summoning these Demon Kings for a banquet seems to be a collaboration to stir up trouble together.
Narrowing his eyes slightly and letting his thoughts swirl for a few moments, Qi Xiu then waved his hand to eradicate the few Little Demons, transforming into a wisp of green smoke that seeped into the Cold Pond Swamp.
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