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According to Chen Qilin, the recent attacks on the city were not carried out by the Northern Demon Sculptors and their kind, but rather by other beast tribes that were less aware of the terror of this Human City.
The outcome was predictable; within just a few rounds, they were driven away by the Thunder Cannon and Dragonbone Chariot, escaping with little harm.
If they had delayed even a bit longer, they would likely have been completely annihilated by Chen Qilin's strange contraptions.
Overall, there was not much change in the city; everything was peaceful, thanks to Chen Qilin's multifaceted management, which spared Lu Chen from worry.
Of course, once Lu Chen returned, the crafty Chen Qilin claimed he needed to shed his burdens and focus on his own research. Lu Chen merely smiled in response, knowing that maintaining a city's operations required considerable effort.
He could understand someone like Chen Qilin, who only wanted to do what he loved. This time, Zhulian Queen did not accompany them, so the responsibility fell on Yue Shaoting.
Under Lu Chen's guidance, Yue Shaoting officially took over the city's management tasks and had no objections, gladly accepting the role.
It was fortunate that Lu Chen and the others returned just in time; there were less than ten hours until the Demon Thirteen Tombs descended upon Goat Path Peak.
After arranging everything, Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu focused on adjusting their mental and physical states to their best conditions in anticipation of the Demon Thirteen Tombs.
After nine hours, Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu set off directly toward the northern part of the Demon Kingdom, into the endless Chaos Realm.
Meanwhile, unusual events were occurring within the Demon Kingdom as well.
The Hoofed Tribe, Wing Clan, Aquatic Race, and other large races were not as aggressive as usual; it seemed they had received some sort of secret order and had all fallen silent, refraining from causing trouble. This situation resembled a period of conserving energy and preserving strength.
Since the Demon Kingdom fractured a century ago, various races had governed themselves separately, with mercenaries ruling quietly while dividing their territories and subjects.
This state of division persisted even after a hundred years; not only did it show no signs of improvement but rather intensified, indicating a potential formation of new kingdoms.
At this time, most leaders and commanders of major races had disappeared, heading toward the Chaos Realm.
This was due to rumors that the Demon Thirteen Tombs would descend upon Goat Path Peak, releasing countless treasures including artifacts and techniques. Numerous races had long coveted this opportunity and anticipated making significant gains this time around to surpass others and reestablish their own Demon Kingdom to dominate the entire Wasteland Continent.
The source of all these beautiful dreams relies on the Chaos Realm, which is about to witness the arrival of the Demon Thirteen Tombs.
As the name suggests, the Chaos Realm is filled with chaotic mists that can lead to death, as well as countless ferocious beasts and exceptionally powerful practitioners.
In the Wasteland Continent, some disillusioned practitioners, particularly those from the beast clans' upper echelons, retreat into the Chaos Realm to seclude themselves and focus on their cultivation after gaining insight into worldly matters.
Of course, some among them have perished within, while others have survived. With the arrival of the Demon Thirteen Tombs, they naturally intend to join in, as they cannot be unaware of the treasures and news surrounding it.
Just how vast is the Chaos Realm? No one has ever measured it. However, it contains mountains, lakes, rivers, and even oceans. It encompasses all aspects of the world but is far more complex and dangerous than ordinary reality.
To reach Goat Path Peak, one must first traverse these mountains, lakes, rivers, and oceans while risking attacks from malevolent experts.
After enduring countless hardships, one can finally arrive at the legendary Goat Path Peak, which is the specific location of the Demon Thirteen Tombs and will descend after a certain period.
The Demon Thirteen Tombs are home to the historical demon kings of the former Demon Kingdom—thirteen in total—hence its name. Goat Path Peak is also known as Sheep Intestine Sacred Land.
On the morning of the tenth day, dozens of Beast Clan Leaders gathered at the outskirts of the Chaos Realm near Sheep City Sacred Ground.
Goat Path Peak is not merely a mountain; its structure resembles twisted intestines, formed by dozens or even hundreds of giant peaks that collectively make up Sheep City Sacred Ground.
Today marks the day of the Demon Thirteen Tombs' arrival. However, since it is still morning, everyone remains calm and does not rush in to avoid chaos or attracting jealousy from others that could lead to disaster.
After all, tall trees catch the wind; those who stand out are bound to be targeted. At this critical moment, with success just a step away, one cannot afford to stumble in a ditch or risk losing everything.
Thus, on the eve of this great battle for supremacy, all leaders from various races held back their impulses and feigned calmness as they gazed at everything before them—the uneven peaks resembling twisted intestines.
Among these leaders were not only Minotaurs from the Hoofed Tribe and Winged Demon Golden Eagles but also many others who bore similar appearances to Minotaurs and Winged Demon Golden Eagles yet were not identical individuals.
They were all closely related and were also rivals competing against each other—life-and-death adversaries.
Additionally, there were established prohibitions among these races: no one was allowed to easily step into Sheep Intestine Sacred Land as it would be disrespectful to the Demon Emperor. Violating this prohibition would result in a collective attack from all races.
If the Demon Thirteen Tombs were to descend, it would be a different story. Under the temptation of treasures, who would care about any prohibitions? Even with the risk of being sanctioned, one would have to venture in and give it a try.
In the morning of the Chaos Realm, there is no sun. Throughout the year, the Four Seasons are rarely seen, as if the Golden Sunlight cannot penetrate at all, leaving the surroundings gloomy and the environment extremely harsh.
On those mountains, various bizarre trees grow densely, along with poisonous insects and fierce beasts that are unseen outside. They have hardly been exposed to sunlight and have grown in an extremely dark environment, making them highly toxic and sinister.
In the waters, rivers and lakes may appear ordinary, but beneath the surface often dwell large Water Demons, all strange creatures with grotesque appearances that can be quite repulsive. Some have even evolved to lose their eyes due to years of darkness.
Such creatures without eyes do not mean they lack vision. The absence of eyes may make them even more brutal and ferocious, as they rely on emitting a kind of elemental wave from their mouths to navigate and even capture prey—mysterious indeed.
At this moment, at the entrance of the Sheep Intestine Sacred Land, dozens of beast clan leaders stand arrogantly, arms crossed, remaining still in place while feigning depth.
Some old friends who haven't met in a long time shout boisterously, their voices rough and thunderous.
At that moment, beneath one of the beast clan leaders' feet, several shallow pools of water began to tremble as if alive.
Some beast clan leaders noticed this situation and immediately stepped back a few paces, thinking something was happening.
Those who were aware of the situation merely smiled in silence because they had seen this before many times.
The water on the ground began to gather on its own, forming a mass that slowly stacked up into a human figure.
With a blink of its eyes, the water transformed into a human. This being was indistinguishable from a real human and was incredibly handsome—a stunning young man whose beauty could make young girls swoon.
"The Water Demon loves to play it cool; we've seen this act countless times before."
The Minotaur and Winged Demon Golden Eagle exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly. The Winged Demon Golden Eagle nodded in agreement; indeed, the Water Demon usually made his entrance in this manner.
However, he appeared infrequently. Among many races, the Aquatic Race is also the most mysterious and has the largest population, although their quality is not particularly high.
This means that compared to other races, the combat power of the Aquatic Race is weaker, especially in land battles.
Therefore, the Aquatic Race is not very well-known among the various races and does not attract much attention. However, the current leader of the Aquatic Race is quite strong and has formed alliances with the Hoofed Tribe's Minotaur and the Wing Clan's Winged Demon, leading to significant development.
When the Water Demon emerged, it stood still, gazing intently at Goat Path Peak, observing the situation.
Among the many races, most are striving towards humanoid forms, but many have failed miserably, resulting in beings that are neither human nor beast. Only this Water Demon comes closest to humanity; aside from a touch of otherworldliness, it is nearly flawless.
"Hmph, what a show-off. The Tiger Lord thought it was something grand, but it's just this demon," remarked a figure with a tiger's head and a human body nearby, expressing his dissatisfaction with the Water Demon's presence, especially since he had just been startled by it.
The Water Demon shot a glance at this individual but said nothing, continuing to gaze in the direction of Sheep Intestine Sacred Land.
As time passed, the leaders of the beast races began to rub their hands together in anticipation. Everyone wanted to rush in first because being the first to enter meant a greater chance of obtaining treasures, and those treasures would be better and more valuable.
However, it seemed that this time the arrival of the Demon Thirteen Tombs was significantly delayed compared to usual. After half a day had passed without any sign of it, those present couldn't help but feel anxious.
Finally, as evening approached, a strange aura began to rise from Goat Path Peak. This aura resembled Demonic Energy—indeed, it was Demonic Energy surging up from beneath the ground.
This Demonic Energy gathered together and gradually transformed into a massive city covering dozens of miles. Within this city were lifelike houses that resembled a mirage.
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