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The origin of the Demon Suppression Hall is lost to history; it has existed since the time of Miao Cheng. The most widely circulated belief is that the Demon Suppression Hall is a place where a Great Power from Miao Cheng suppresses demons.
Zuo Dao was not very familiar with the history of Miao Cheng, nor did he have the time to delve into it. Luo Ao quickly briefed him on the situation regarding the Demon Suppression Hall. Although he did not understand why Zuo Dao suddenly inquired about it, he was already in awe of Zuo Dao.
Makuan Shibei's Unleaked Body, his master's Fire Domain, and he himself had quietly stepped into the realm of Golden Immortal. All of this was thanks to the person before him.
The entire Miao Cheng was shrouded in a layer of Blood Mist, making it impossible for ordinary people to see the truth of things.
With each act of slaughter, the Blood Mist thickened. Especially in the direction of the Demon Suppression Hall, Zuo Dao even saw Demonic Energy surging forth, absorbing the Blood Mist that lingered in the air.
“Ao, I leave this place to you; there's no need to spare that living dead.” After glancing at Master Mu, Zuo Dao said to Luo Ao.
“Resolve this quickly and cleanse Miao Cheng. I will head to the Demon Suppression Hall.”
With that, Zuo Dao vanished in an instant, leaving Luo Ao staring blankly in the direction where Zuo Dao had disappeared.
The power of Solemn Temple was sufficient; Zuo Dao no longer needed to stay and maintain order. However, the Demon Suppression Hall piqued his interest greatly.
The appearance of Demonic Energy within the courtyard—was it accidental or intentional? The turmoil in Miao Cheng seemed premeditated; Master Mu was merely a catalyst. He did not know who else might be involved, but he understood that if there were indeed issues with the Demon Suppression Hall, it would spell disaster for Miao Cheng.
Although from Solemn Temple's vantage point, the Demon Suppression Hall did not seem far away—existing under the same expanse of sky—it was not close either. At least several cities and mountains needed to be traversed to reach it.
After flying for a while, Zuo Dao instinctively summoned the Fragrant Raft. As he watched the boat appear before him, he couldn't help but think of Huang Xishi and Feng Fei Fei, who were still sleeping within the Nine Monoliths.
At that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire for power surge within him but suppressed it. Zuo Dao realized that his emotions had been increasingly uncontrollable lately. This was definitely not a good sign for him; his strength had never been firmly established, and for various reasons, he had subconsciously neglected this aspect.
Some opportunities are simply missed; Zuo Dao was not a serious person, but when he became serious, he was anything but human.
The slumber of the Two Women and the anomalies caused by Heterodox had left scars in his heart. He had already realized that he needed to reassess himself, but before doing so, he had to resolve matters concerning Miao Cheng.
Sometimes one may not have ideals, yet at times one discovers that their heart is too big.
Miao Cheng might be a brand new beginning for him; at least in Miao Cheng, he left behind a trace of himself.
The Fragrant Raft, after several refinements, has now reached the level of a Celestial Artifact. Its speed is no longer a concern; during the time he spent deep in thought, it had already arrived above the Demon Suppression Hall.
However, the Fragrant Raft did not stop on its own but was intercepted by someone. When Zuo Dao was startled awake, he found that the area around the Demon Suppression Hall was surrounded by Cultivators.
"Who goes there?"
Blocking his path was a group of Cultivators, led by a person with an ethereal demeanor and an air of righteousness. The Airship that had halted Zuo Dao was also because the Demon Suppression Hall had been sealed off.
"Sole Ruler—Zuo Dao." Zuo Dao stepped out of the Airship, turned around to stow away the assault boat, and calmly addressed the group of Cultivators before him.
"Solemn Temple? When did such a figure emerge from there?" The captain of this group of Cultivators seemed quite knowledgeable about Solemn Temple.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Mu Bai." Zuo Dao's gaze was drawn to the crowd of Cultivators below.
"Are you here to attend the Exorcism Conference as well?"
"Exorcism Conference?" Zuo Dao withdrew his gaze and looked at the Cultivator in front of him. "What is the Exorcism Conference? If it helps Miao Cheng, we will do our utmost."
Zuo Dao's words were somewhat ambiguous; he did not know what the "Exorcism Conference" was, but he presented himself with righteousness.
Indeed, this statement garnered goodwill from the other party, who expressed understanding towards his ignorance.
"Now that Miao Cheng is suddenly in chaos with numerous Monsters appearing in the world, this Exorcism Conference has been convened to gather everyone's strength to eliminate the dark forces plaguing Miao Cheng and restore its clear skies."
His words were filled with righteous fervor, inspiring those around him to stand tall and display their fearless spirit.
However, Zuo Dao noticed a hint of bloodlust in their eyes.
There was something strange about this situation. Although the people before him exuded righteousness, the trace of blood in their gazes made Zuo Dao wary.
"I represent the Solemn Temple to join this conference, and our Master of the Curtain is currently battling evil forces," Zuo Dao intended to be cautious; he wanted to see what this Exorcism Conference was truly about.
"Welcome, fellow cultivator! Hahaha!" The captain laughed heartily, inviting Zuo Dao to descend from the clouds. It was then that Zuo Dao realized there were many such teams in the sky, and those cultivators they intercepted had been coerced into attending this so-called Exorcism Conference.
Around the Demon Suppression Hall, several cultivators had gathered in small groups. These cultivators gazed fervently at the Demon Suppression Hall.
The Demon Suppression Hall resembled a stone house built atop a hill. The stone house was small, only a few meters wide, barely large enough for one person to rest inside. Zuo Dao estimated that even the Demon Suppression Hall could not accommodate much more furniture.
"It is said that a demonic corpse is suppressed here. Long ago, Miao Cheng's ancestors defeated a great demon with immense power but were too exhausted to destroy it completely, so they sealed it here. Over time, it came to be known as the Demon Suppression Hall."
One cultivator seemed to know the origins of the Demon Suppression Hall and was explaining its history to a group of young and passionate cultivators.
"That battle was not recorded in any historical texts, and its authenticity cannot be verified. However, some say that during that fight, the earth was shrouded in darkness. The ancestor had reached the Immortal realm, yet the great demon was no ordinary foe; within hundreds of miles, it turned the land into a Blood Sea."
"Come on, if you can't verify it, why do you still know what happened back then?" A cultivator quickly pointed out the flaw in his statement.
"Do you know what 'legend' means?"
"Don't mind him; Master, please continue with what happened at that time."
In the Celestial Realm, history and legend are always two different matters. Only significant events make it into historical records, while legends express the thoughts of another kind of people.
Historical records are not always accurate, and legends are not always beautiful.
As soon as Zuo Dao set foot on this land, he sensed that there was truth in these legends. The aura he felt beneath his feet gave him a certain understanding of the Demon Suppression Hall.
Beneath the Stone House, there indeed lay a demon, not a corpse, but a living demon. For reasons unknown, this demon had managed to survive within the courtyard without drawing anyone's attention.
If it weren't for the massive slaughter caused by Miao Cheng, this demon would not have awakened. Yes, there was a sleeping demon deep underground, and now that demon was stirring.
Zuo Dao was quite shocked. What kind of existence could hide from the world and remain concealed here? Or perhaps there was a shocking secret hidden within this place.
He believed that the Stone House must have been left behind by that Great Power, who sat alone day after day, night after night, suppressing this land and ensuring peace in the region. Unfortunately, time had mercilessly taken its toll on him.
The remnants of his Dao mark, reduced to just a wisp of breath, were enough to tell the tale. In this war devoid of blood and smoke, that Great Power had ultimately succumbed to the erosion of time and departed in regret.
The mountain where the Demon Suppression Hall was located spanned several miles, but compared to Miao Cheng's mountains that stretched hundreds or even thousands of miles, it was indeed just a hill.
However, after gathering thousands of Cultivators, this mountain became lively. Voices calling friends echoed everywhere; each Cultivator was so enthusiastic and vibrant. Yet to Zuo Dao's eyes, each one seemed strangely unnatural, as if their thoughts had been magnified countless times.
Standing alone among the throng of Cultivators, Zuo Dao felt out of place but was too preoccupied to care. He was probing his Divine Sense into the ground, eager to uncover what kind of demon lay beneath.
It wasn't until he extended his Divine Sense several thousand miles deep into the earth that he sensed something unusual.
Upon contact, Zuo Dao found himself surrounded by a sea of blood. An endless Blood Sea surged before his eyes, with crimson waves crashing violently. Although it was merely his Divine Sense at work, Zuo Dao could still smell a strong metallic scent of blood wafting toward him.
"You have finally arrived; I have waited for you for hundreds of thousands of years."
A mysterious voice echoed in his mind, stirring his consciousness and compelling him to delve deeper into its source.
"Who are you?" Zuo Dao's heart raced as he temporarily detached a fragment of his Mind to follow the voice's resonance.
"Who am I?" The owner of the voice seemed unaware of Zuo Dao's actions and feigned profundity. "It has been so long that I have forgotten who I am."
"Could it be..." Zuo Dao feigned shock. "Are you the ancestor who suppressed that demon corpse?"
Zuo Dao recalled some rumors he had heard before, feeling an inexplicable excitement in the middle of the night.
"Suppressing the Demon Corpse?" The voice sounded hesitant. "Maybe!"
As Zuo Dao communicated with that voice using his Divine Sense, he sensed other Cultivators' Divine Senses within the Blood Sea. It seemed this demon was not just cunning; it had managed to manipulate people's hearts in such a way. The glimmer of blood he had seen in the eyes of some Cultivators earlier must have been due to their influence.
Moreover, the Celestial Essence here was particularly dense. At the bottom of the Blood Sea, Zuo Dao unexpectedly discovered Yuan Crystals, formed from the condensation of Celestial Essence. Unlike Celestial Stones, which contained some impurities even at their finest quality, Yuan Crystals were pure and more suitable for Cultivators' cultivation since they were condensed directly from Celestial Essence.
Zuo Dao's Divine Sense could not probe the entirety of the Blood Sea, but the quantity of Yuan Crystals he could see already astonished him.
"Future generations, my time is short. Since you are a fated person, everything I have will be inherited by you. Everything from now on will depend on you. You must take it upon yourself; remember! Remember!"
Just as Zuo Dao was marveling at the Yuan Crystals, a profound article suddenly entered his mind through his Divine Sense.
The Crimson Sea Classic.
Without needing Zuo Dao to assimilate it, the article directly formed a brand new Cultivation Method in his mind. If Zuo Dao had not been prepared and cautious beforehand, he might have unwittingly cultivated this "Crimson Sea Classic."
After reading it, Zuo Dao couldn't help but sneer. This was not some "Crimson Sea Classic"; it was clearly a top-tier Cultivation Method of the demon race known as the "Blood Demon Sutra."
At that moment, Zuo Dao finally understood what kind of existence lay beneath the ground; no wonder it had survived all these years.
The emergence of a Blood Demon made Zuo Dao feel that this world was becoming increasingly fascinating. Since it was a Blood Demon, it was easy to understand why it had managed to survive for so long and why no one had discovered it until now.
Even among demons, a Blood Demon was considered part of the Royal Family. The versatility and difficulty in killing a Blood Demon were well-known.
Unless one immediately sealed off an area and then killed this Blood Demon within that region, followed by completely destroying that area, even leaving behind a drop of blood or a piece of flesh would allow the Blood Demon to resurrect.
Furthermore, the blood within a Blood Demon could transform into various races' Bloodlines. Without true knowledge about Blood Demons, one would be unable to discern them at all.
The existence of the Blood Demon was a great secret even in ancient times, let alone in the fragmented realm of the present, where the inheritance was incomplete.
It was evident that the one suppressing this Blood Demon was a Cultivator of the Golden Path. They could not completely eradicate the Blood Demon; they could only resort to suppression. If it were a Cultivator of the Fire Path, it would not be so troublesome. However, if there was a significant difference in Realm, they would still be unable to kill the Blood Demon.
Although Zuo Dao had not experienced that battle years ago, he could sense the helplessness and resentment of that Cultivator. If it weren't for that last Cultivator transforming into Stone Mountain and using themselves to suppress this Blood Demon, who knew what chaos might have erupted in Miao Cheng, possibly affecting the entire Thirty-Three Cities.
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out, pulling Zuo Dao's thoughts away from the Blood Sea.
Someone had struck the large bell in front of the Stone House. No one knew what it was made of; some had tried to move it from Stone Mountain but had failed miserably.
Everyone knew this was a summons; the Exorcism Conference was about to begin.
In these chaotic times, forming a united force was incredibly difficult. Yet atop Stone Mountain, it seemed effortless.
Zuo Dao smirked but still followed the crowd as they gathered around.
The appearance of the Blood Demon undoubtedly stirred up complications. He wondered if it was due to his own presence that many things that had never appeared before began to manifest with its emergence.
Looking at the person who struck the bell, a cold glint flashed in Zuo Dao's eyes.
It was a Golden Immortal, carrying a Blood-red Longsword on their back, clad in flowing white robes, exuding an aura of righteousness.
This was a Cultivator who had entered the Dao through swordsmanship; however, an unintentional flash of blood light flickered in their eyes—another infected Cultivator.
Zuo Dao gazed at the excited eyes surrounding him and couldn't help but sigh. The Blood Demon was indeed powerful.
At this moment, no one paid attention to Zuo Dao; they were all fixated on the bell-ringer with fervent gazes.
"Miao Cheng is in turmoil, monsters are rampant, and bloodshed is everywhere on this land. Is this still our Miao Cheng? Is this still our beloved homeland?" The Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal shouted passionately.
Simple words stirred the hearts of countless Cultivators, who shouted in unison.
In Zuo Dao's eyes, these Cultivators had once represented justice, but after being seduced by the Blood Demon, that sense of justice had been magnified to an extreme. Now, in their hearts, everything they did was justified; every action was for the sake of justice.
Watching the person from Stone House speak eloquently, Zuo Dao couldn't help but feel sorrow for the Cultivator who had sacrificed his life for Miao Cheng.
All that effort wasted—would Zuo Dao tolerate such a thing? He hadn't encountered it until now, but since he had, he would undoubtedly take action.
"Excuse me, how do you plan to resolve this?" Suddenly, someone interrupted the previous Cultivator from Stone House.
Though the voice was not loud, every Cultivator present heard it clearly. The gaze of the Golden Immortal from Stone House also turned toward the source of the voice.
Zuo Dao stepped forward; no one could discern his pace as he approached step by step.
"Who are you?" the Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal asked.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is that Miao Cheng is in chaos. How do you intend to resolve it?" Zuo Dao continued walking until he stood face to face with the Cultivator from Stone House.
"You?" The Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal sneered. "Do you not count yourself among them?"
"I don't care about that. I just want to know how you plan to address the current issue," Zuo Dao ignored the predatory glare directed at him.
"Monsters must be eradicated. Do you have a better solution than simply killing them?" The Sword-Wielding Monk's eyes began to show malice.
This was a group of fanatics, a group led astray. Their fate had been sealed since they were corrupted by the Blood Demon.
"Just you all?" Zuo Dao couldn't help but scoff.
Clang.
Under the phrase "Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal," the sword behind him was unsheathed with determination.
"With the sword in my hand."
Zuo Dao had no desire to know the other person's name, nor did he need to. He didn't have time to concern himself with them. He could already sense that the Blood Demon beneath the ground was about to emerge.
"Can your sword cut through injustice? Can your sword slay demons?" Zuo Dao stepped forward and shouted.
It wasn't that Zuo Dao didn't want to save them; it was simply that there wasn't enough time. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill them; the situation wouldn't allow it.
He could only use one method to thoroughly provoke the sense of justice within these people.
"Miao Cheng has just begun, with Great Power transforming his own flesh and blood into Stone Mountain to suppress the great demon. In your generation, all you can do is boast about it. Have you ever considered whether your actions are worthy of standing before the Demon Suppression Hall?" Zuo Dao continued to raise his voice in questioning.
"Who says we can't?" The Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal felt his pride ignited by Zuo Dao's words.
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