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Chapter 1246 - Chapter 1246 Chapter 11 Return to the Sacred Land The Great

Chapter 1246: Chapter 11 Return to the Sacred Land! The Great Wind Rises Chapter 1246: Chapter 11 Return to the Sacred Land! The Great Wind Rises “`

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At the same time Qi Hongzhao and the two Great Emperors were conversing within the Sacred Temple, in the northern sky some distance away from the Extreme Western Land, a flying boat was swiftly heading towards the direction of the Extreme Western Land.

This was a privately owned flying carriage shaped like a boat, with mysterious inscriptions carved into its body that made it look exceedingly enigmatic.

In terms of size, this flying carriage was much smaller than those designed for transporting goods, the Yunqiao flying boats, but compared to the standard flying carriages, it was already considered colossal.

Emblazoned on the body of the ship was the blood-colored insignia of the True Demon Palace.

Pulling the carriage at the front were two massive tenth-level Demonic Dragons of the Void Realm.

The Demonic Dragons of the Void Realm were unique to the Red Moon Demon Dynasty, enormous in size, with nearly invincible defensive power. Their metallic-black dragon scales glinted, each one’s defensive power comparable to the Purple Abode Treasures.

The body of the immense ship was crafted from Red Spiritual Wood. Under the branding of inscriptions, it radiated a constant lustrous treasure light.

There was no mast on the boat, only an exquisitely crafted pavilion with towering eaves and vermillion-lacquered pillars, the epitome of extravagance.

Beneath the upturned eaves hung glowing spirit lamps made of glowing stones. Seen from afar, the brilliance of the lamps was dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful against the dark sky, creating a stark contrast.

It was like a supremely luxurious airborne palace, flaunting the strength and wealth of the Red Moon Demon Dynasty to anyone who laid eyes on it.

Inside this airborne palace,

there was a room with decorations that exuded an eerie aura.

From the walls to the floor, even to a throne, everything was in a blood-like color.

Indeed, they seemed to have solidified from fresh blood, slowly forming into every single item as it flowed.

On the grand blood-colored throne sat a person.

That was a child wearing a blood-red robe, seemingly only seven or eight years old with white pupils, silver hair, short arms and legs, appearing like a meticulously crafted jade doll.

However, this jade-like child emitted a thick scent of blood, as if crawling out of a lake of blood from hell, sending chills down one’s spine.

This person was the Blood Child Demon King, renowned throughout the Red Moon Demon Dynasty. Despite his childlike appearance, he was an old demon who had lived for three thousand years.

In his youth, he accidentally swallowed a Heavenly Fruit, which drastically transformed his bloodline talent, propelling him to the status of an Unparalleled Heavenly Child. Consequently, his bodily functions were sealed in childhood.

After joining the Real Demon Palace, he defeated countless opponents as if he had cheats enabled and eventually became the inheritor of the Blood Demon Codex from the True Demon lineage, receiving careful cultivation from the Real Demon Palace.

Now, he had become a demon king who made others tremble at the mention of his name, ranking as one of the top powerhouses even among the many Demon Kings of the True Demon Palace.

Yet, he was capricious, tyrannical, and unrestrained. Countless people feared and loathed him; they could not coexist under the same sky with him.

But he was still living well because of his immense strength and the numerous Blood Puppets that aided him in battle. Even the legendary True Demons might not be able to kill him for certain.

After the death of his enemies and rivals, he continued to thrive and hop around merrily.

“Blood Child Demon King,” a seductive female voice rang out, “soon we will be at the Yinsha Sect. Logically speaking, such a trivial matter can be managed by me and the Ancient Elephant alone; why bother coming to this remote place in person?”

The speaker was a red-haired and snow-skinned beauty with a bewitching demeanor.

She wore a thin, fiery-red gown that clung to her body like a second skin, her slender waist so fine it seemed it could be encircled with a single grip, swaying with a tantalizing grace as she moved. Any man with inadequate willpower couldn’t help but feel half his body melt away with just one glance.

But, what drew the most attention was her pair of golden serpentine eyes.

Because the lighting inside was bright, her black pupils contracted into thin lines, exuding a cold, reptilian ferocity.

Shadow Snake Demonic Princess.

Another notorious figure in the Demonic Dynasty, a grand demon of the Transcendent Void Realm. She inherited the lineage of the True Demon Palace’s “Codex of the Ethereal Serpentine Demon,” remarkably strong and cunning. She specialized in stealth and swift movements.

Anyone she set her sights on would live in constant anxiety, for they never knew when the Shadow Snake Demonic Princess would appear behind them, ready to strike a fatal blow.

As for the Ancient Elephant she mentioned,

he was another Demon King–The Ancient Elephant Devil Lord. A colossal man with a tower-like frame, his skin dark as if made of iron, muscles coiled like metal, emanating a ruthless aura as though he emerged from primitive wilderness.

He was of the True Demon Palace, practicing the Ancient Elephant Fighting Demon Body, able to carry mounds and dismantle cities bare-handed, an invincible fighter in the Transcendent Void Realm of body cultivation.

With three grand demons from the True Demon Palace’s Transcendent Void Realm Cultivators assembled,

it was surely a matter of great importance.

A cold gleam flashed in the silver eyes of the Blood Child Demon King, but his voice carried an ancient timbre: “Shadow Snake Demonic Princess, you are too young, having ascended to the Void Realm merely a century or two ago, so it is understandable that you do not know all the intricacies involved.”

“Jin and Qin nations as well as the Yinsha Sect, although they nominally revere the Demonic Dynasty and the True Demon Palace, in reality, due to their remote locations, they have grown accustomed to ruling over their domains.”

“If only you and the Ancient Elephant visited, most likely they would verbally agree but clandestinely procrastinate or even possibly harbor ill intentions. Our plans are of utmost importance and cannot afford any mistakes.”

The Shadow Snake Demonic Princess inquired, “What does the Demon King imply?”

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“Heh heh~ This Demon King naturally wants them to understand the simple truth that those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish,” a surge of blood-red Evil Qi energy filled his eyes, “Anyone who attempts to block this Demon King’s path to ascendancy will be utterly destroyed.”

“Boom!”

The flying palace was instantly dyed a crimson red, as if it were the eye of a Demonic God opening.

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At the same time.

In the Daqian Lingyun Sacred Land.

The group of people returning from the Immortal Dynasty finally arrived at the Sacred Land.

Leading them, Yunyang, the Enlightened One, donned a new gown meticulously prepared for the occasion. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood suspended in mid-air, and the aura of a Cultivator of the Divine Power Territory was unabashedly displayed with his fluttering clothes.

“Lingyun Sacred Land! Heh heh heh~” Yunyang, the Enlightened One, let out a hugely satisfying laugh, “As the saying goes, why march in brocade at night? I, Yunyang, have finally returned.”

“Lang Ya, old dog, you bullied me, humiliated me, and even stole my senior sister from me. All these debts, big and small, over two hundred counts, from today onwards, I want you to repay them a hundredfold.”

Not far away.

The younger generation watching this scene couldn’t help but break a sweat for them.

What on earth did that Lang Ya do to the Enlightened One in the past to make him harbor such a grudge?

Jiang Xingyuan nudged Gong Yang Ce and curiously asked, “Gong Yang, younger brother, isn’t Lang Ya your master? Have you really never heard about the grudge between him and the venerable Yunyang? Stealing a senior sister is a grudge that cannot coexist under the same sky.”

Gong Yang Ce also looked astounded, muttering, “I’ve truly never heard of this, my master… he’s been single his whole life…”

“These old seniors, indulging in romance all day long, are certainly not the righteous path of the Human race,” Yao Chengchao sighed with considerable disdain for these old-timers.

This time, Yao Chengchao also came to Lingyun Sacred Land, partly to watch the fun, as the rivalry for the position of Saint was not something you could witness every day.

Secondly, he had heard that Wang Shouzhe was also in the Sacred Land. Distressed by heavy losses and pained at heart, he wanted to ask Wang Shouzhe how they would settle the account; at the very least, he should be compensated with some money, right?

“Venerable Yunyang and the senior sister were certainly very much in love, and yet they didn’t foresee that Lang Ya, that villain, would plot against them, leading to… and now, the venerable has returned to settle the debts,” Lan Wanyi took advantage of the lull to fabricate a tear-jerking, melodramatic love story with countless twists and turns.

Even Wang Licui felt her blood boiling. The Master had been so good to her; how could she stand by if the senior sister was stolen? Wang Licui, even if she had to skip a meal, was determined to exact revenge for her Master.

Amid the various discussions,

A flying carriage, like a shooting star, sped past, with a confident and hearty laugh emanating from within: “Yo, isn’t that Yunyang? I heard you took your disciples on a trip around the Immortal Dynasty? Not bad, not bad, you’ve even ascended to the Shen-tong realm. Our Longzuo Academy has really made a name for itself this time.”

As the laughter died down,

An old man and a young girl leaped from the flying carriage, landing in front of everybody. The elder was, of course, the current Dean of Longzuo Academy–Master Tianhe.

Yet now, entrenched in work, Master Tianhe had been unable to extract himself, with most of the powers of Longzuo Academy handed over to his beloved disciple, Wang Liyao. The intention was to give Liyao more experience and an edge in the upcoming contest for the position of Saint.

And the other, a young lady of exquisitely ethereal appearance, was none other than Wang Liyao–the celestial beauty whose name was well-known throughout all Daqian.

She was the sought-after Liyao, having seemingly reached the bloodline talent of Second Rate Supremacy–a top contender for this generation’s battle for the position of Saint or Saintess.

“Master Tianhe…? Yo, isn’t that the Dean?” Yunyang, the Enlightened One, nearly let the words ‘old ghost’ slip out in greeting. After saluting, he glanced at Wang Liyao by his side and frowned slightly, “This graceful young lady, as if an immortal descended, she’s your disciple, Wang Liyao?”

Even as he stayed in the Immortal Dynasty, he occasionally received some intelligence; he heard that after his departure, Wang Liyao had appeared in the Academy. Not only did she qualify to compete for the position of Saintess, but she was also the top contender.

“Liyao has seen Vice Dean Yunyang,” Wang Liyao greeted with a graceful salute, hovering in mid-air.

“Indeed, as heavenly as an immortal–hardly inferior to my own disciple Wang Licui,” the Enlightened One subtly praised Wang Licui in his remark. “Licui, after such a long separation, won’t you greet your sister?”

Before Wang Licui could respond, Wang Liyao approached with a swift glide, curtsying and saying, “Liyao has seen big sister Licui. After hundreds of years apart, big sister still shines brilliantly.”

“Liyao, little sister, you were still just a little girl when I went on my journey,” Wang Licui, too, was brimming with excitement as if reminiscing a reunion after a long time and took her sister’s hand, “I remember always bringing you tasty treats, but our Fourth Uncle would watch me like a hawk, fearing I’d give you all sorts of nonsense to eat.”

A single term of “big sister” made Wang Licui feel as if she had been transported back to the past when she reigned supreme among her peers in the Wang family. Reminiscing left her deeply moved.

How time flies, she thought. So many years have passed with each meal, and Liyao has grown so much.

“She is quite the Immortal,” not far away, Jiang Xingyuan admired Wang Liyao, almost drooling. “Gong Yang, my dear brother, this is your greatest adversary, Wang Liyao? With looks and presence that could make her the center of worship in the Immortal Palace.”

Gong Yang Ce spoke indifferently, “Life is but a series of trials; success or failure, a life lived without regret is enough. However… if brother Jiang dares to indulge in such sycophancy, our friendship is over.”

“Rest assured, rest assured, I, Jiang Xingyuan, do have standards; that’s your opponent,” Jiang Xingyuan continued, but his eyes lingered on Wang Liyao.

In that moment,

Yunyang, the Enlightened One, burst out with towering rage, “Tianhe, is what you said true? That Old Ghost Jiang harbors evil intentions and is preparing to cheat? Humph, does that old man really think he can treat the Sacred Land as his personal property?”

“Yunyang, who are you calling an old ghost?”

From the skies above, the space was torn apart as Jiang Zhencang arrived, shattering the void.