Chapter Eighty-Seventh: Darkness Everywhere

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That surging demonic energy, the terrifying might, almost filled the entire dark cave with its overwhelming presence... It was a testament to the terrible power of a true demon.

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Even a prodigious talent like Zhao Xuan Yang was completely powerless against this sudden arrival!

Of course, she could only be Song Wanting.

or to be more precise, it was Zhuang Chengqian who used Song Wanxi's demonic body and Song Hengjiang's soul to forge the Xue Kui True Demon.

At that time, in the ancient Demon Cave at the bottom of the Qingjiang River, Jiang Wang, who had absorbed Zhuang Chengqian's nascent divine soul origin, captured Tian Shi who had strayed from the right path, and inherited the blood puppet imprint, taking control of this blood puppet true demon.

Unfortunately, he inherited the Blood Puppet Mark, and at the same time, Song Wanxi responded to the call of the Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground and left through a broken boundary.

At that time, Jiang Wang couldn't stop it in time. His divine soul power was completely unable to respond. He could only leave behind a thought in a hurry.

That thought was——

Welcome back!

At that time, he was simply unwilling to part with such a powerful fighting force. He thought that when he went to the desolate borders to hunt demons for training in the future, he might be able to summon it for help.

At that time, he hadn't thought that he would enter the Ancient Demon Cave again.

The Ancient Devil Caverns were a product of the time when the Devil Tide destroyed the world. Most have already been destroyed. The remaining few have long since been purged of demonic energy. They are extremely rare, and their locations are incredibly secret. Even Zhuang Junzhuang Gao Xian didn't know about the one at the bottom of Qingjiang River.

Even with the vastness of the current world, Jiang Wang still truly had no idea where the ancient demonic cave was hidden.

Only a prodigious talent like Zhao Xuanyang, with an ancient lineage and terrifyingly vast knowledge, could conceive of hiding in this primordial demon's lair to evade the pursuit of Ku Jue.

This, however, presented Jiang Wang with a brand new choice.

Brought to the bottom of the magma by Zhao Xuanyang, the moment he recognized the ancient demon's den, he immediately issued a call. In this abandoned demon cave where the rules were vastly different from the mortal world, he called out to the thoughts he had once entrusted.

It was merely a slight movement, nothing that could be detected. Afterward, he attempted to delve into his inner depths, only to conceal himself in front of Zhao Xuanyang.

But Jiang Wang himself didn't really have a bottom line. He didn't know what state Song Wanxi was in after entering the Ten Thousand Realms Waste Tomb, or if anything unexpected had happened to her. He wasn't even sure if his current cultivation and soul power were enough to summon the Blood Puppet True Demon. He didn't even know if his thought remained.

The Ancient Demon Cave is already the closest place in the mortal world to the Wanjie Burial Ground. If even here, the summoning cannot be completed, then this Blood Puppet True Demon can basically be declared a failure.

Just as in all the previous choices he'd faced, Jiang Wang did his best to struggle with the unknown possibilities.

For a long, unresponsive time, he waited anxiously, just like Zhao Xuanyang.

The only difference was, he also had to conceal his anxiety. He had to make sure Zhao Xuanyang didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

And Zhao Xuan Yang indeed had no doubts.

The route was meticulously planned by him. This ancient demon's lair was accidentally discovered by him in his early years. Jiang Wangdao Yuan was imprisoned, the Taixu Illusory Realm was isolated, and his divine abilities were sealed. There was no possibility of a comeback no matter how he thought about it.

Even if Jiang Wang could free himself, what then It would just be a replay of that crushing battle, utterly devoid of interest.

Zhao Xuan yang was concerned about the overall situation in Jing Guo, and he thought about what to do after sending Jiang Wang to Yu Jing Shan.

As for Jiang Wang, he was pursued after exhausting all his means and captured after a desperate battle. After being captured, he also tried to communicate with the Tai Xu Illusionary Realm and tried to guide Zhao Xuanyang to Xue Guo... He made every effort possible.

Everything before this, all of it, failed. They were crushed by Zhao Xuanyong's overwhelming power.

After three days, the call to the Blood Puppet Demon King finally received a response!

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I don't know what Song Wanxi experienced in the Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground during this time, or if she just truly adapted to the true demon body. Today, her response to Jiang Wang was clearly stronger than when she fought the White Bone Demon God that day!

That day's Blood Puppet True Demon, and the Bone Devil God descending into the world's strongest vessel, fought without falling behind.

Today's Song Wanxi, just by appearing there, allowed Jiang Wang to feel the surging power like an abyss and a sea.

This time, Jiang Wang's arrival only provided a beacon, sending out a call. It was her response that directly locked the path, opened the ancient passage, and allowed for a brief descent into this ancient demon lair.

Then he pointed his sword at Zhao Xuanyang, aiming to protect Jiang Wang from harm. With ease, he shattered Zhao Xuanyang's famous blade, causing him to spit blood and retreat.

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Perhaps it was destiny, but without Jiang Wang's unwavering persistence and relentless effort, how could he have waited for Song Wanxi to cross over

In the shattered fragments of his wooden sword, Zhao Xuanyang spat blood and retreated, staring at Jiang Wang with disbelief in his eyes: “You… you actually communicate with demons!”

Jiang Wang sighed: "Actually, it's not..."

In a certain sense, the Blood Puppet Demon is a genuine demon. They cultivate demonic arts, nurture demonic qi, and walk the demonic path. They even possess some rudimentary spiritual intelligence, mostly limited to instinctual functions, allowing them to survive within the Desolate Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms.

But after all, she was just a blood puppet. Without awareness or self, she was controlled by the blood puppet's mark.

To be able to forge such a puppet body with the power of the True Vision, Zhuang Chengqian's genius and ruthlessness are both rare in the world.

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Jiang Wang was merely inheriting this flesh puppet.

He had never truly raised a demon, and he had never had any dealings with the Demon Race.

To be honest, Song Wanxi is more like a human spy planted by Jiang Wang in the Desolate Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms.

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However, Jiang Wang apparently did not explain too much to Zhao Xuanyang.

To be honest, Zhao Xuanyang wasn't a particularly unpleasant person.

These past few days of getting to know each other have been a memorable experience for both of us.

Two people who could have been good friends, even soulmates, found themselves on opposing sides due to differing viewpoints. Life is a web of entanglements, and everyone, to varying degrees, is bound by something, making true freedom elusive.

The more one experiences, the harder it is to be free.

Therefore, facing Zhao Xuanyang's astonished eyes that even had a hint of pain, Jiang Wang subconsciously offered an explanation.

But that's all I have to say.

After a sigh, he simply said, “Kill him.”

There was no intense emotion, only the cold determination.

Zhao Xuanyang, who stood on the opposing side, saw Zhao Xuanyang, the Blood Puppet True Demon. He had experienced the magical powers of the wrong path and made some speculations...He must die.

Song Wanxi's long hair danced wildly, she was already close in a single step, her blood-red eyes were cold and emotionless.

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...and Zhao Xuanyang's eyes shone brilliantly, so brightly that they illuminated the entire dark ancient demonic cave!

“The remnants of the ancient demon cave's rules cannot support a true demon staying too long. Even if you summon a true demon, you may not be able to kill me, Zhao Xuanyang!”

With his right hand, he pointed a finger like a sword. The golden light around his finger painted the sky and earth, and the roaring sword energy instantly transformed into nine dragons of sword energy. Each dragon was imposing, manifesting different sword techniques to kill, dancing around Song Wanxi and locking her in.

Just like the nine kendo masters, they simultaneously attacked Song Wanxi.

But Zhao Xuan Yang only pressed with his left hand.

Between heaven and earth, a golden gate of the Eight Trigrams suddenly appeared.

This grand gate is imposing and dignified, exuding an air of authority.

When it appeared, it seemed to suppress the entire area.

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It seemed to carry a vast world with it, communicating with some unfathomable place.

The entire ancient demon's lair, devoid of light, briefly shifted in its atmosphere.

Thus, the earth, wind, water, and fire, primordial forces, surged chaotically.

All magical arts and supernatural powers will be interfered with by it.

Zhaoxuan Yang spoke with great confidence, but the first thing he did was prepare to flee. He launched his killing move only to create a barrier, and then immediately summoned his treasure for escape, wanting to leave this place.

A set of movements, it can be said to be extremely skilled and smooth.

But Song Wanxi had arrived.

Facing the nine terrifying sword qi dragons, she simply crossed her hands, and all nine sword qi dragons were held in her hand, crushed into a worm-like shape, and effortlessly shattered!

As she reached out, she was already stepping forward.

When he stepped out, Jiang Wang was still ahead of him. As his foot landed, it was already pressed against this golden gossip gate.

At this time, the Sword Qi Divine Dragon had just been crushed.

Her left hand hung loosely, she only raised her right.

That hand, beautiful as jade carving, became a palm knife. Looking at it, it was as white as snow and as delicate as jade.

Just a light tap...

In mid-air, like fireworks exploding, flames scattered everywhere.

This ancient golden gate of the Eight Trigrams, was directly pierced through!

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This is a treasure passed down from Mount Yuqing, yet it shattered so easily.

Just as there is an unbridgeable gap between Zhao Xuanyang's divine presence and Jiang Wang's inner palace realm, so too is there a chasm between the divine presence and the profound truth.

Even the most powerful magical artifact would be powerless against Song Wanxi's true demonic power in Zhao Xuanyang's presence within the divine realm.

With his techniques broken and his weapon destroyed, Zhao Xuanyang coughed up another mouthful of blood!

But this time, what spurted out was golden blood.

Golden rain falls upon this ancient demon's lair.

In the midst of golden rain, Song Wanxi becomes even more stunningly beautiful. It's hard to believe that she belongs to the same race as those filthy and evil shadow demons.

Zhao Xuanyang, wounded, spat out a rain of blood. This golden raindrops were distinct; each one was nearly perfect elliptical and did not interfere with the others.

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Like a gold pumpkin seed. Jiang Wang thought silently.

"This is the blood of my heart, the heavenly blood!" Zhao Xuanyang pointed his fingers into sword shapes, his aura imposing and valiant: "Demon, you shall die with me!"

Drop by drop, golden blood appeared in mid-air, suddenly transforming into an extremely complex and majestic pattern.

Like an ancient star chart, unfortunately Jiang Wang couldn't recognize it, not knowing where it should be in the sky.

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Zhao Xuanyang fought tirelessly, spitting blood forming an array. Indeed, he lived up to his reputation as a prodigious talent.

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Golden blood drops coalesced into a grand formation, instantly stirring power and manifesting its might. Upon this intricate and magnificent golden rain constellation map, the phantom of a golden armored warrior flickered and solidified in an instant!

This warrior was tall and imposing, clad in gleaming golden armor, his divine power evident.

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As soon as he solidified, he looked at Song Wanxi with overwhelming battle intent!

But almost the instant he solidified, Song Wanxi was already before him.

A pair of white and tender, even delicate palms, gently rested on the two arms of this golden armored warrior, parting them left and right!

The Golden Armored Warrior let out a cry of pain that sounded almost human, as if it were truly alive.

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No matter how bizarre his manifestation was, and how great a price Zhao Xuanyang had to pay for it.

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At this very moment, his arms have been torn off by Song Wanxi!

Two golden armor arms began to crumble in the air.

And Song Wanxi followed suit, charging forward with just a headbutt!

A stunning woman, with her unprotected and beautiful head, smashed into a warrior wearing a golden helmet. With her snow-white forehead, she collided with the helmet that looked incredibly hard.

What kind of scene is this

What a brutal fighting style!

Zhao Xuanyang was no longer able to be surprised.

Because Song Wanxi's head strike had just fallen and the collision had just occurred, the protective warrior summoned by "heart blood" and "divine blood" had already dissipated into streamers of light!

It can't withstand a full strike at all!

However, Song Wanxi's beautiful forehead remained smooth, not even a single red mark. There was no possibility of her being injured.

The gap in strength is so obvious.

She's almost here!

The circular jade pendant with a phoenix carving that hung from Zhao Xuanyang's waist suddenly emitted a phoenix cry.

This is a treasure passed down through the sect, capable of withstanding a blow from a true immortal.

Its voice was clear and melodious, seeming to move through the nine heavens. It sounded noble, powerful, and inviolable.

But it was cut short.

Like a hen whose neck has been suddenly choked.

A slender jade hand gently grasped this circular phoenix-carved jade pendant. With a slight squeeze, the jade shattered into fragments, floating down like dust.

The phoenix's cry had just begun when it was cut short.

A genuine person of this world can see the truth, as can a true demon.

Song Wanxi's first-hand account was that she came running because of this protective object.

After crushing the jade pendant, she reached into the pile again with both hands.

Zhao Xuanyang's hands, which were forming the incantations, had been seized. There was no way to dodge or resist!

Song Wanxi's blood eyes were emotionless, her face as cold as frost, she only pulled her hands simply—

Amidst the spray of blood, he viciously tore off Zhao Xuan Yang's arms!

In Zhao Xuan Yang's unbearable pain, Song Wan Xi used the same trick again and headbutted him.

It's not that she only does this, but the overwhelming power makes her capable of doing so!

Simple, efficient, ruthless!

Looking at that stunning face getting closer and closer, watching the flamboyant ink hair dance in the wind, Zhao Xuanyang only felt as if he was looking into an endless abyss.

Time seemed to stand still.

Zhao Xuan Yang quickly discovered that it wasn't time that was solidified, nor those fleeting moments before death.

The beautiful demon's head really stopped.

Saved...

Only then did he hear Jiang Wang's voice—

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“Zhao Xuanyang is a handsome man, his face unharmed.”

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What should I say he thought.

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Well, well, the little rascal finally has a conscience

Do you just let me go

Hey! You treacherous sorcerer, why pretend to be virtuous here

But finally, he struggled to say: "Zhao Xuanyang is also a man who values his life! No..."

That's all there is to it.

Because the female demon's palm blade had already cut open his chest.

That was such a cold and resolute feeling.

Also split open was his celestial palace, five inner courtyards, and a Divine Essence Hall.

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From this point on, the Five Divine Palaces are silent, the Star Sea sinks, and the Yuan Shen Sea is dark as night without a shred of light!

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