"Are you two passengers? Why are you unharmed and not affected by the star thieves? How did they breach the spaceship's defensive formations?" Elder Lin consecutively asked the doubts in his heart.
The old Daoist was still immersed in the anger of his prized possession being erased by this person. Then, he raised his cold, indifferent eyes and said icily, "To dare erase this poor Daoist's plaything, you are seeking death."
As his words fell, before Elder Lin could even react, the Fire of the Great Dao descended from chaos, engulfing the entire starry sky. In the next moment, wretched screams echoed. Elder Lin, utterly bewildered, was burned by the Fire of the Great Dao, neither alive nor dead. The extreme pain was something even he, a Half-step Immortal King, could not endure.
"Ahhh! You dare lay a hand on me, my Imperial Clan, the Lin family, will not let you go." Elder Lin still managed to utter a threat.
The old Daoist sneered, his gaze indifferent and merciless. "Imperial Clan? Even if an Immortal Emperor himself were to appear, this poor Daoist would not bat an eye. Enjoy the punishment from the Great Dao. For disrespecting this poor Daoist, I bestow upon you a thousand years of the Great Dao's burning body pain."
With a wave of his hand, he tossed Elder Lin into the depths of the endless starry sky, and then resumed his usual somewhat lewd demeanor. He conversed with Mu Changqing as an equal, sometimes even appearing slightly obsequious. That was because Mu Changqing possessed the necessary strength. As for other post-natal beings, anyone who dared utter a disrespectful word to him would suffer the punishment of the Great Dao, their lives worse than death.
Mu Changqing felt a touch of boredom, shook his head, and took a step forward, his figure vanishing. Seeing this, the old Daoist hurriedly followed.
After the two departed, the two starships were incinerated by the Purple Nether Flame. Not even a primordial being could have investigated what had happened.
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The Demon Realm.
Among all the myriad realms, the most powerful realm besides the Heavenly Realm. If it came to a direct confrontation, it was unknown which was stronger. The Demon Realm, as its name suggests, is the dwelling place of the Demon race. Of course, this place is not only home to billions of demonic beings but also countless cultivators from other races. Although the Demon race is insular, they do not prohibit interaction with cultivators from other great realms. If they were to work in isolation, they would fall behind the development of all realms, and lagging behind meant inviting disaster.
The territory of the Demon Realm is immeasurably vast. The number of powerhouses is even more countless. The Demon Emperors of the Demon Realm are quasi-Immortal Emperor powerhouses. Such cultivation is considered a presence that suppresses all realms. In the entirety of the myriad realms, the strongest publicly acknowledged are quasi-Immortal Emperors. Even the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Realm is only at the quasi-Immortal Emperor cultivation level.
On this day, outside the Demon Sacred City.
Two figures appeared out of thin air, observing their surroundings with interest. "Is this the Demon Realm? It doesn't seem much different from other great realms." Apart from being a bit more robust in build, the cultivators of the Demon race are not much different from normal humans. Even the architecture, cultivation environment, and so on are almost identical.
"There's not much difference," the old Daoist agreed with a nod.
"Old man, is there a way to find the spokesperson of the Demon race?" Mu Changqing asked. He knew that this old monster harbored many secrets. Adhering to the principle of asking more to gain more, Mu Changqing was not polite at all.
The old Daoist remained silent for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "I think it's best to search in secret. If we act recklessly in broad daylight, causing chaos throughout the entire Demon Realm, that fellow might disregard everything and descend to the Demon Realm in person. That would be troublesome then." Although the old Daoist did not get along with the Demon Ancestor, he sincerely did not wish to confront him directly.
Mu Changqing glanced at him and finally nodded slightly in agreement. He feared nothing, but that did not mean he would choose the most foolish way to act. If he offended all the primordial beings and they ganged up on him, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
Mu Changqing slightly closed his violet eyes, sensing the destiny of the entire Demon Realm. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, murmuring with some confusion, "Strange, there are many with prosperous destiny, even reaching the level of sons of destiny, but nowhere near the level of Hong Meng destiny. How could the dignified Demon Ancestor choose someone inferior to Li Lingyun?"
Upon hearing this, the old Daoist chuckled, saying with a lewd grin, "Zang Di, you're not up to par, it's up to this poor Daoist." As he spoke, the old Daoist exuded an inexplicable Dao charm, containing the power of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Instantly, the Dao charm enveloped the entire Demon Realm. Even the Demon Emperor, a quasi-Immortal Emperor, was unaware that his life and death at this moment rested solely on the old Daoist's whim.
Mu Changqing's face showed a hint of amusement. Even he could not sense anything, so how could the old Daoist? As expected, after a moment, the old Daoist opened his eyes, a look of confusion flashing across his face. "Strange, perhaps the Demon Ancestor is blind? Did he just find a spokesperson at random and then abandon them?"
Mu Changqing was speechless, somewhat too lazy to bother with this lewd old Daoist. "Alright, let's go wander into the Demon Sacred City and try our luck." Then, the two officially stepped into the Demon Sacred City. Although the Demon Sacred City was called a city, it was actually more like a world. Its vastness was comparable to the entire Yun Yu Realm. Stepping into the Sacred City, it was not much different from the outside. Only the number of passing cultivators was greater, but most of them were still from the Demon race. The two found a restaurant and sat by the window, ordering a table of food and drink. While chatting, the conversation drifted to primordial beings.
"Zang Di, I'll tell you a secret." The old Daoist looked around lewdly and said with a sly smile. Mu Changqing was somewhat speechless; this old man's usual demeanor was too down-to-earth.
"Speak." Mu Changqing drank a cup of spiritual wine, his gaze scanning the cultivators passing by on the street.
"Heh heh, among the primordial beings, there's someone who admires you greatly. If they knew you hadn't perished, they might... you know." Mu Changqing snapped back to attention and looked at the improper old Daoist with some speechlessness.
"Is that so? Which old monster is it?" These fellows lived longer than each other; admiring him? Nonsense. The old Daoist's fawning smile froze on his face. Mu Changqing's casual remark of "old monster" had included him as well. "Alas, this poor Daoist is not joking. Your matters are for you to resolve yourselves. If that Empress awakens, she will surely seek you out."
"Fine, I've noted it." Mu Changqing waved his hand carelessly. This old Daoist refused to reveal anything; who knew what he said was true and what was false.
Suddenly, Mu Changqing's brow twitched. His violet eyes pierced through the boundless void, landing on the depths of the Demon Sacred City, the true center of the Demon race's holy land. "Such a peculiar power of destiny, interesting. Old man, I think the spokesperson chosen by the Demon Ancestor has appeared."
Hearing this, the old Daoist's face lit up with joy. His spiritual sense extended into the Demon Sacred Hall.
...
The Demon Sacred Hall was located in the depths of the Demon Sacred City. Amidst the dark demonic mist, a magnificent and majestic sacred hall stood. The hall was immense, soaring into the clouds, reaching a height of a million zhang. Outside the sacred hall, countless demonic guards clad in black armor stood sentinel, each with a cultivation level no lower than the Void Immortal realm. Above the demonic guards were the demonic generals responsible for command, all at the True Immortal cultivation level. Above the demonic generals were the Demon Kings of the Demon Realm. The lowest cultivation level of all Demon Kings was the Immortal King realm. And in the Demon Realm, the top combat power below the Demon Emperors were the Seven Great True Demon Kings, each with a cultivation of a Great Heavenly Immortal King.