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Chapter 12 - The Six Realms Tremble! Who Is the Mastermind!?

Chapter 12: The Six Realms Tremble! Who Is the Mastermind!?

“What kind of power is this!?” In a blinding white world, the eight masters uttered a final trembling cry. A piercing whistle rang in their ears, and their vision shifted from white to black. Frigid currents, sharp as blades, tore at their bodies. A domineering finger seal struck their chests. Pfft! Blood sprayed from their mouths as they were flung backwards, like scraps of paper in a tempest.

To onlookers, the black-and-white divided heavens teetered. The white realm buckled under the black’s relentless pressure, shattering into fragments. Boom! A surge of dark energy erupted, peeling the Earth’s surface in rippling waves. Hui Province sank into chaotic blackness, as if drenched in an octopus’s ink.

Crack! Across the distant skies, the artefacts of great leaders shattered. Li Shimin’s star chart in the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion crumbled. The region seemed severed from the world. In Nanzhao, the Moon-Worshipping Sect Leader summoned a third crystal orb, pouring energy into it. The hand’s residual force had destroyed his previous orbs. An instinct told him this hand was the source of all. “Could it be the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s hand? Yet… it looks human. What’s the truth? I must journey to the Central Plains soon!”

At the Chunyang Sect, the Five Sons stared at their shattered Mysterious Heaven Mirror, speechless. Qi Jin, one of the five, shuddered. “Sect Leader, can Shu Mountain’s elders survive?” The question deepened the group’s dread. Even they had felt death’s breath in that force. Sect Leader Li Wangsheng sighed, “I don’t know, but if they live, they’ll be gravely injured. To think, the combined might of Shu Mountain and the imperial court’s eight masters still fell…” He trailed off, pondering the hand’s master and the world’s fate. The hand, like a god’s, had upended the mortal realm. Today’s defeat was merely the beginning—what lay ahead, no one could predict.

In the Celestial Court, Erlang Shen Yang Jian led ten thousand heavenly troops to the South Heaven Gate alongside Taibai Jinxing. Suddenly, Taibai swept his whisk, calculating, and gasped, “Trouble! Too late!” Yang Jian inquired, “What’s happened, Star Lord?” Taibai sighed, “The ‘mastermind’ the Tang Emperor warned of has struck, defeating eight mortal champions in one blow. The demonic array is restored—irreversible.” With his vast powers, Taibai saw further than most. Yang Jian’s mood darkened. The array’s completion heralded the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s rebirth, a lord of demons with ambitions to disrupt the Six Realms.

Taibai waved his whisk. “True Lord, return with the troops. The Demon Emperor, newly reborn, may not attack the Mortal Realm immediately, but the Demon Realm’s recent unrest suggests imminent action. I must visit the Mortal Realm to uncover the truth.” Yang Jian nodded—stabilising the Six Realms took precedence. The Demon Emperor’s return would embolden demon lords, demanding vigilance.

In the Demon Realm’s Dark Demon Cliff, Demon Lord Chonglou stood gazing into the distance, his crimson hair swaying in the abyssal winds. Hurried footsteps approached. Protector Xifeng knelt behind him. “Lord Demon, the Heavenly Demon Emperor is reborn! A formidable force in the Mortal Realm crushed eight champions, including Shu Mountain’s Five Elders!”

Xifeng’s hoarse voice echoed. Chonglou responded with a faint, “Noted,” and the sound of wind. Xifeng relaxed—his lord had already sensed the force. With unparalleled spatial powers, Chonglou roamed the Six Realms, ever seeking worthy foes. That he remained unmoved suggested the force, while strong, didn’t yet warrant his attention. Xifeng added, “Since your last intervention, the demon clans have quieted, no longer troubling the Three Thousand Rootless Lands…”

In Chang’an’s Daming Palace, within the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion, Li Shimin and the eight Star Ministers stared at the shattered star chart, shaken. The strike had rewritten their understanding of power. The Five Elders, Xu Changqing, Li Jing, Yuchi Jingde—each a peerless champion—had united, a force no faction could dismiss. Yet, they fell to the pale hand. Its power was leagues beyond them.

Zhangsun Wuji approached Li Shimin, relieved. “Your Majesty, Li Jing and Yuchi Jingde’s star-source charts remain lit.” These charts reflected the life states of constellation-bearers. Their glow meant the generals clung to life. Li Shimin, still rattled, ordered, “Good. Instruct Tai to ensure the generals’ safe return to Chang’an!” The hand’s terrifying force left a deep shadow on his heart. Who wields it? Are they the Great Tang’s enemy? What will come next?