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Demon Emperor Calendar Year Eleven, Demon Emperor Zhao Yang successfully transcended the Transcend Tribulation. The Nine Star Thunder Tribulation transformed into the Nine Yang Thunder Tribulation, and a thunderbolt struck forth, giving birth to the Divine Monkey. It was then that people realized the relationship between Zhao Yang and Divine Monkey was that of master and disciple.
As for Zhao Yang, he soared straight into the heavenly realm, gliding through the Starry Universe until he spotted a hole woven from star maps!
Meanwhile, in the lower realm, within the Ghost Marsh of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, the Black-Robed Immortal spoke with a shadowy gaze, "Finally gone. Success or not, I will kill everyone in the Cultivation world!"
Suddenly, a sound echoed—a splatter of brain matter—as a tentacle made entirely of bright red flesh emerged from nowhere, piercing through the back of the Black-Robed Immortal's head and dragging him into the marsh. The Black-Robed Immortal was horrified to find that his celestial power could not be activated. He struggled desperately, but all his efforts were in vain. In the dark underground swamp, he caught sight of an entity so vast it dwarfed even an octopus's tentacles by ten thousand times. At its center was an extraordinarily strange woman; her eye sockets were sunken, her complexion darkened, and her lips were purple. She suddenly opened her eyes and gazed at the Black-Robed Immortal.
Fear spread across the face of the Black-Robed Immortal. He knew he had encountered something extraordinary. He shouted hoarsely, "No, you can't kill me! I am from the heavenly realm..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the tongue of the Eerie Woman shot out from her mouth, skewering the Black-Robed Immortal completely and devouring all his celestial energy.
From a distance, within the Ghost Marsh of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, millions of tentacles made entirely of flesh suddenly burst forth from the ground. Each tentacle bore a gaping maw, and their roots were connected to a woman whose upper body resembled that of an ordinary woman while her lower half was grotesquely large and disk-like, covered in sores with maggots writhing within her flesh.
In the distance, a man's voice wept sorrowfully as if heartbroken. He softly called out a name: "Demon Moon."
The blood moon hung in the sky as Demon Moon revealed a cruel smile at the corners of her mouth. Her voice carried an unusual tone as she declared, "I will make all beings—gods and demons alike—tremble for my rebirth. I will ensure that those who secretly destroy my foundation will never find peace in this life or the next!"
Suddenly, a shadow wrapped in black robes approached, standing before Demon Moon. Dark energy swirled around him like an ink-soaked brush dipped into a stream, endlessly flowing.
"You are not afraid of me? Who are you?" Demon Moon glanced at the figure in black.
The figure lifted his hood to reveal his true face; it was pale as death with no hint of color and slightly darkened around the edges. Black mist swirled in his eyes, making him appear terrifying. However, if Zhao Yang and his companions were present, they would recognize him as Shiyunsheng.
Shiyunsheng spoke, "My master has said he wishes to cooperate with you."
Demon Moon scoffed, "On what basis?" It was clear she looked down upon someone like Shiyunsheng, who was merely at the Tribulation Period.
"I can lend you my strength. You should know that no matter how powerful you are alone, you cannot contend against all beings in this universe," came Shiyunsheng's serpentine voice.
“Can you really? I could kill you with just a finger,” Demon Moon scoffed.
“I certainly can,” Shiyunsheng replied. Suddenly, a multitude of figures in black robes appeared around Demon Moon, numbering in the hundreds. Their pale faces were revealed, and Demon Moon looked on in confusion, asking, “What kind of clone technique is this?”
“This is not a clone technique; this is the Daoist supreme art, One Qi Transforming Three Purities. Everyone here is me, yet none of them are me, because they are all my true forms,” Shiyunsheng explained.
Demon Moon frowned. “Isn’t One Qi Transforming Three Purities supposed to be used only once in a lifetime?”
Shiyunsheng chuckled. “Indeed, it can only be used once in a lifetime, but that doesn’t mean the other bodies created cannot be used again.”
“It’s said that the three bodies created by One Qi Transforming Three Purities cannot communicate through Divine Sense, and the other two bodies will automatically forget this technique. How did you manage to do this?” Demon Moon asked, feeling that this young man was quite terrifying.
“Because of my Dark Spiritual Root. The bodies created by One Qi Transforming Three Purities share the same appearance, cultivation method, and intelligence as my true self. Others only know that their thoughts differ and find it hard to control them, which can lead to great disasters. But in reality, the true difference lies in the Spiritual Root. I, Shiyunsheng, am the first Dark Spiritual Root in the world, capable of devouring all other types of Spiritual Roots. Furthermore, during your slumber period, someone created a Forbidden Technique for Mind Control. A few years ago, I devoured a person named Yuan Lie and naturally acquired his Spiritual Root. Additionally, I also consumed the Spiritual Root of the last Central Sovereign and learned the true secrets of the Zhongzhou Royal Family from him. I can tell you all of this.”
Demon Moon Sovereign was silent for a moment before saying, “Alright, I will cooperate with you.”
Meanwhile, in the distant Eastern Wasteland, a nine-year-old boy suddenly stepped out from the void. He carried a Yin Yang Divine Fish Diagram on his back that flowed gently as he moved. The Old Guy had an innocent smile on his youthful face as he hopped along happily. Suddenly, a group of people blocked his path, led by a middle-aged Taoist priest who said upon seeing him, “This child has astonishing talent; it’s truly rare. Little brat, would you like to take me as your master?”
The Old Guy smirked disdainfully. “You think someone at the Great Ascension stage deserves my respect? You must be dreaming.”
His voice was childish and audacious.
“What? You can see my cultivation level?” The middle-aged man was taken aback.
“Impudent! Little brat! This master is an Outer Sect Elder of the Eastern Wilderness First Sect! How dare you show disrespect? I’ll break your legs!” one disciple behind the Middle Daoist shouted.
The Old Guy yawned and then smiled widely with his sparkling eyes shaped like crescent moons. He pointed at them and said, “With just you lambs wanting to break my legs? I’ll blow on you; if you can stand firm afterward, I won’t break your legs!”
A group of people burst into laughter at the sight of the Old Guy.
"Master, look at his back; it seems like he has a treasure," one disciple whispered into the ear of the Middle Daoist.
The middle-aged Daoist, upon hearing this, used his Divine Sense to scan the Old Guy. A glimmer of greed appeared on his face, and suddenly a murderous intent surged in his eyes because what was on the Old Guy's back was at least a Supreme Dao Artifact, even higher in rank than their sect's treasured artifact!
"Do you dare to harbor murderous intent towards me? My mother said that anyone who shows me such intent must be killed by me. You're finished!" The Old Guy pouted as he looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, his figure flickering as he lunged at the Old Guy. Suddenly, the Old Guy blew a breath forward, and a pale skeleton appeared before him, scattering into pieces all over the ground.
The other disciples instinctively drew their Flying Swords. The Old Guy snorted, clenched his small fist, and suddenly the dozens of disciples in front of him twisted their faces in agony, clutching their chests as they died painfully on the spot.
After these people died, their jade talismans shattered and transformed into essence that floated away. Moments later, a loud and terrifying voice echoed.
"Bold demon! You dare to kill my Heavenly Sword Sect disciples? I will make you pay in blood!" A White-Bearded Old Man descended from the sky, his brows furrowed in anger. He struck down with his palm; he was a master of the Tribulation Period!
"Transform into sheep!" The Old Guy lightly said to the White-Bearded Old Man.
In the midst of the White-Bearded Old Man's horrified gaze, a slightly larger Lamb fell to the ground, landing awkwardly.
"So it's just an old Lamb; not cute at all. My father is much more adorable. I heard that when he transforms into sheep, they are all pure white little Lambs. Looks like I need to practice more," the Old Guy mumbled with some dissatisfaction.
But in the next moment, over ten cultivators, all at least at the Great Ascension stage, appeared in the sky.
"Bold child! Release our sect leader!" one shouted.
"Is that really the Transform into Sheep Technique? What is your relationship with that person?" another questioned. "Is your surname Zhao?"
The Old Guy shook his head and replied, "My surname is Yu. I'm here looking for my parents. Have you seen them? If you tell me where they are, I'll trade this old Lamb with you!"
A group of people gritted their teeth and said, "Since your surname isn't Zhao, it seems you've merely stolen the Transform into Sheep Technique. It can only be used once a day; let's see what else you can do!"
The man spoke as he swung his sword towards the Old Guy. Angered, the Old Guy pointed at these people and shouted, "Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep! Transform into sheep!"
With a series of loud slaps, one lamb after another fell to the ground, rolling its eyes in shock.
"Who said you can only use it once a day? I told you not to bully me!" the Old Guy muttered, and suddenly, from his waist belt, numerous strands of Crimson Silk emerged, tying the lambs together. Then, he mounted the back of an old lamb and rode forward, excitedly patting its rear while shouting, "Giddy up! Giddy up!"
Meanwhile, high above in the Nine Heavens, in the depths of the cosmos, Zhao Yang passed through a light portal that only cultivators at the Ascension Stage could traverse. A blinding white light made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
A wave of suffocation hit him, and when Zhao Yang finally managed to see clearly, he was greeted by a crystal ball dotted with stars. Beneath the crystal ball were three words that nearly made Zhao Yang exclaim—Cultivation Realm.
Zhao Yang looked up and saw rows upon rows of crystal balls lined up before him, their numbers beyond estimation. Each crystal ball had various names written beneath it: True Martial Realm, Primeval Realm, Netherworld, Dark Moon Realm, Divine Wheel Realm...
In the aisles between these crystal balls, Zhao Yang noticed some beings who had just successfully ascended. Their faces displayed a range of emotions—shock, confusion, joy—and some had very peculiar appearances that clearly indicated they were not human.
"No wonder they say the Cultivation Realm is just a toy city," Zhao Yang thought, still in shock.
"All newly ascended beings come out now; everyone is waiting to select you talented individuals for the immortal sect!" A voice suddenly echoed from above. A small door ahead opened abruptly, revealing an aura of immortality.
Excited by this announcement, the newly ascended talents rushed towards the light gate.
Zhao Yang was about to step forward as well when he suddenly caught a transmission from an "immortal" outside using Divine Sense.
"Sigh, the quality of blood food produced in the last batch was too poor. I hope this batch has some real good ones!"
"Hush! How many times have I told you not to transmit messages while capturing blood food? Do you want to make things even more chaotic? There are several realms where blood food specializes in Divine Sense; some even surpassed immortals before ascending. If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang halted in his tracks. It was clear that those immortals were referring to him and others who had just ascended as "blood food." Had they endured hardships and cultivated their paths only to become mere livestock for others? Ten years ago, Yu Qingsnow and his senior brother Song Baliang had already ascended to the heavenly realm; had they met with misfortune? As these thoughts raced through Zhao Yang's mind, a mix of emotions surged within him along with a hint of murderous intent. If this were true, he would ensure that not a single one remained in the heavenly realm.
As everyone was about to leave, Zhao Yang glanced at a boy of similar age beside him. The boy's face showed a hint of shock and tension, clearly indicating that he had also overheard the conversation among the immortals.
The boy looked at Zhao Yang for a moment, then took a deep breath and summoned a cloak. As the cloak appeared, the Spirit Pearl around Zhao Yang's neck began to tremble, indicating that this was a precious item, possibly even a Celestial Artifact.
Once the boy donned the cloak, his figure vanished from sight. Even Zhao Yang could only vaguely sense that someone was nearby. As the light gate was about to close, Zhao Yang stepped forward and tore open a rift in the void to slip through.
Outside, a foul stench wafted in. Even in the void, Zhao Yang could feel the endless resentment emanating from the powerful beings who had ascended from various realms. They could never have imagined that their ascent to the heavenly realm would only lead them to become pawns on someone else's chessboard!
"Someone is using a Void Tracker; quickly get under my cloak," a voice echoed in his mind. Zhao Yang recognized it as the boy who had just used the invisibility cloak.
Zhao Yang slipped into the boy's cloak, and both of them wore expressions of deep sorrow and indignation. They exchanged a knowing glance and nodded in unison before escaping from this Slaughterhouse under the invisibility cloak.
Zhao Yang understood that he was about to face a brand new world filled with slaughter.
(The End)
In the review section of others' works, I often see discussions about the plot or characters, but I've never encountered such discussions in my own review section. However, I can't say I'm saddened by this; perhaps I've been too cautious in my writing, ensuring that there are no confusing elements that would leave readers puzzled. This gives me some comfort.
Zhao Yang's life in the real world is somewhat a reflection of my own, but characters like Scholar Xiu and Song Baliang resonate with me as a reader. Looking back, when I see Scholar Xiu faced with the powerful Central Sovereign, who offers him a chance to live, yet he responds with a wish to die, tears stream down my face.
This kind of contradictory psychology is something I wonder how many people can truly understand.
Since this is a moment of reflection, I want to express my gratitude to the readers on 3/G/Book/City who have supported me. A special thanks goes to Huai Zai, who has quietly supported my writing journey and often reminds me to stay focused. I also appreciate the donations from Unruly VIP and others; since most of you are using account names, I won't list everyone individually.
Additionally, I want to thank those who read pirated copies of my work. When I have time, I've looked at some reviews, and your ability to find my book on pirated sites is a form of recognition for my work.
The reader group for War Demon Emperor is 109327759. The group owner has been handed over to Huai Zai. There aren't many members in the group; they mostly seem to be kids, and I haven't seen any discussions about the novel's plot.
It seems it will be a long time before my next book is ready for everyone. Currently, I'm planning to write a mystery novel featuring a Feng Shui master and Onmyoji. The tentative title is The Strongest Onmyoji.
I've always wanted to follow market trends in my writing—starting from essays, moving on to campus literature, then published works, and finally fantasy novels. Now it seems I'm about to try a new genre again.
If I don't pursue these ideas, I'll start writing a story related to Demon Emperor on Genesis Chinese Network—a brand new world with an entirely new martial arts theory. I've been thinking about this story for five years; the protagonist's name is Xiao Han, and I'll continue using my pen name Northern Bird.
When I write next, I'll dive straight into the intense pacing of the plot.
My job requires me to use a computer, so I usually sneak in writing during work hours. Since I'm writing a plot-driven story, it progresses slowly. Given that writing itself takes time as I deliberate carefully over every detail, I'll be saving drafts for the next project.
If you want to continue reading my novels and enjoy this type of story, please join the group: 109327759 and await the release of my new book; your support will be greatly appreciated.
Finally, thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I wish everyone success in their work and prosperity in their endeavors.
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