Crack!
Thunder roared through the vast sky.
Dao rhythm flowed, filled with an ancient aura.
It was like an ancient fierce beast awakening, hiding endless danger.
Visions of the Great Dao frequently occurred, resounding through heaven and earth.
"The Holy Son is about to awaken. All listen to my command and guard the Holy Son's smooth descent."
As they spoke, the cultivators of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan transformed into their true forms, their bodies growing dozens of times larger, magma flowing around them, like fiery giants.
Chi Ao stared nervously at Mu Changqing and the other, fearing they would interfere.
But to his relief, Mu Changqing and the other seemed to be watching a play, pointing at the golden divine source emitting light, and made no move.
Mu Changqing naturally didn't care about the so-called Holy Son's descent. Those who could be easily suppressed with a raised hand, why bother interfering?
Why not enjoy a good show?
Crack!
The sound of the divine source shattering echoed.
The golden ancient divine source, nearly three meters tall, shattered, revealing a young man with red hair wearing a crimson robe.
His eyes were tightly shut, and his body was slightly curled.
The moment the divine source broke, endless streams of light surged in, entering his body.
The ancient divine source transformed into strands of golden liquid, absorbed by the youth.
His cultivation rapidly increased. In just half an incense stick's worth of time, his cultivation reached the peak of True Immortal.
Boom, the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment descended.
The youth opened his scarlet eyes and swept them lightly over the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment.
Then, his aura transformed again, and he stepped into the Half-step Immortal King realm.
He casually absorbed the spiritual energy of a million miles radius, transforming it into a giant scarlet pillar of light that pierced through the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment, repelling the thunder for ten thousand miles.
Streams of heavenly feedback once again surged. The youth's body absorbed everything like a whale drinking water.
He broke through to the ordinary Immortal King realm.
The youth quietly comprehended the mysteries of the Immortal King realm, his figure suspended high in the sky, like the protagonist of the world, majestic and imposing.
"Quite the show-off, aren't you?"
Mu Changqing said with a smile.
The old Taoist priest glanced imperceptibly at Mu Changqing.
He grumbled internally, *not as much as you*.
He naturally wouldn't dare to say it aloud, otherwise, Mu Changqing might just shatter his avatar.
"Welcome, Holy Son!"
The cultivators of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan knelt and kowtowed, shouting loudly, their faces filled with joy.
Chi Ao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mu Changqing and the other with a cold smile.
Soon, the youth opened his scarlet eyes again and looked at Chi Ao.
"Where is Chi Ming?"
Chi Ming was the ancestor of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan, an ordinary Immortal King realm expert.
"Holy Son."
Just then, a respectful voice called out.
Then, the void split open, and an ancient figure appeared.
His aura was inconspicuous, yet ordinary cultivators dared not look directly at him.
He was the only Immortal King expert of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan, Chi Ming.
"You've arrived. Is this the full strength of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan now? It has declined."
The Holy Son of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan, Chi Feng, spoke indifferently.
But he didn't care much.
Now that the great era had arrived, relying on the accumulation of countless years, both his mindset and his cultivation had entered the ranks of the powers of the heavens.
As long as he was given enough time, he was confident that he would usher in his own era.
Chi Ming and Chi Feng were cultivators of the same generation; both had been Holy Sons of the Crimson Flame Demon Clan.
However, his strength far surpassed Chi Ming's, which was why he received the unique opportunity to be sealed in a divine source.
Chi Ming looked at Chi Feng, who was still young and whose aura was increasingly terrifying, and felt immensely gratified.
He believed that Chi Feng would definitely lead the Crimson Flame Demon Clan to a new level.
At this moment, Chi Feng noticed the two people in the small courtyard, frowned slightly, and looked at Chi Ao and the others.
"Who are they? They don't seem to be our clan's cultivators."
Chi Ao hurriedly bowed upon hearing this.
"Holy Son, these two are audacious. With some strength, they disregard our clan, even speaking disrespectfully and blaspheming the Crimson Flame Demon Clan."
"Oh? Is that so?"
A confident expression appeared on Chi Feng's face. He stepped into the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at Mu Changqing and the other.
"Two, you seem to be human cultivators. To come to my demon realm and still dare to be so presumptuous. Such behavior is not only a provocation to my Crimson Flame Demon Clan but to the entire demon realm, to the Holy City."
Mu Changqing found it somewhat amusing upon hearing this.
He stretched lazily and slowly got up, yawning listlessly, looking utterly bored as he said.
"That's quite a hat you're trying to put on me. I almost couldn't bear it."
After a pause, Mu Changqing's face showed disdain.
"But... so what if I provoked? Let alone your petty Crimson Flame Demon Clan, in my eyes, the Holy City is no different from your Crimson Flame Demon Clan, both are like ants. What can you do?"
Hearing Mu Changqing's domineering and arrogant tone, Chi Feng was momentarily stunned, freezing in place.
Then, Chi Feng became enraged, his body bursting with terrifying Immortal King pressure, and he said word by word.
"Say that again?"
"Ants."
Crimson Flame Demon Clan: ...
"Heh, very good, very good. Since the ancient era, I, this Holy Son, have never seen such arrogant beings as yourselves. You truly broaden my horizons."
As he spoke, a phantom of an evil dragon appeared in Chi Feng's right hand, coiled out, and instantly took shape, tens of thousands of feet long.
"Kneel and apologize. This Holy Son will grant you death."
The old Taoist priest sighed upon hearing this and looked at Chi Feng with genuine admiration.
"Such courage. I am utterly impressed."
Then, his figure unconsciously retreated, his body flowing with profound Dao rhythm, isolating this space.
Mu Changqing, on the other hand, said nothing, his head slightly lowered.
A wisp of purple flame in his eyes, like a flame flickering in the wind, slowly emerged.
His aura gradually turned cold. Even the old Taoist priest had to prepare himself, preventing him from being accidentally injured.
For countless years, he hadn't heard such words.
Even the innate beings, the one above, dared not utter such arrogant words to him.
These words reminded Mu Changqing of his weak days during the Emperor's Fall era.
He had also been stepped on and insulted like this.
He had also had friends, family.
He believed in the pure goodness of the world.
But in the end, after experiencing the ups and downs of the world, his family was buried in this cruel world, and his friends betrayed him.
From then on, Mu Changqing walked alone, severed his desires, and grew from slaughter.
The path beneath his feet was paved with the piled-up bones of living beings.
The scenery he passed by was the despair and fear of his enemies who died by his hand.
Chi Feng and the others now sensed something was wrong, because the faint Dao rhythm emanating from the old Taoist priest's body was too profound, exceeding the understanding of an Immortal King.
Moreover, Chi Feng discovered something even more terrifying at this moment: his divine soul could not detect the old Taoist priest's existence.
This meant that although the old Taoist priest was visible to the naked eye, he did not exist in this time and space.
"Transcending space-time at will, an Immortal Emperor expert!!!"
Chi Feng awoke as if from a dream, his hair standing on end, fear surging within him.
What made him even more terrified was that a wisp of fear appeared in the old Taoist priest's eyes... what kind of existence was it?
That could make an Immortal Emperor expert in his understanding feel fear.