Chapter 585: Chapter 288: The New Master of a Hundred Immortals, Called to the Table
Do I still have to complete the Xuanwei Five Sects?
He only felt that the Saint Ancestor’s ideas were too grandiose, putting a lot of pressure on him.
However, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and at this moment, he actually laughed:
“Do you want to perfect the Book of Life and Death?”
“Or do you want revenge for Tianhe?”
“You have… been hiding for an era.”
“…”
The Netherworld Immortal wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.
It’s related to Tianhe Venerable…
Or, should we still talk about how to deal with the Supreme Dao?
This sect he was familiar with!
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor did not answer; he simply pointed a finger on the Book of Life and Death, which opened, revealing a page.
Written densely on it was:
“Zhou Yun, aged one million three hundred sixty thousand, learned Dao in his early years, gifted beyond measure, yet his sect suffered calamity, leaving him as a loose cultivator, unwavering in his determination…”
“At the age of fifty thousand, he proved himself as Demon Ancestor, slaughtering enemies until none in the world could look up to him, countless perished by his hand…”
“Proved himself again as Demon Emperor… severely wounded by the Qingping Sword, died at the hands of Nine Nether Demon Ancestor.”
A page chronicled the excessively long life of the Great Freedom, his gaze passed over this page, emotions in his Great Freedom eyes were complex, and the Avici Sword in his wound devoured the spirit talisman around him.
In the sky, a rain of blood began to fall.
The Great Freedom Demon Emperor watched this rain which seemed to serve as a requiem for him, and suddenly laughed.
“Nine Nether, you speak of Tianhe, do you regret it?”
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor was silent for a moment before speaking: “He must not regret it.”
“Nor do I regret it.”
This was the last sentence left by the Great Freedom Demon Emperor.
Moments later, only the Avici Sword remained on the altar, with no trace of the Demon Emperor’s presence.
The Book of Life and Death, floating in the void, became increasingly mysterious, as countless specters from all directions, sky and ground, turned into brief phrases, recording life and death.
The Ten Thousand Demon Banner was previously very strong, but in the Netherworld Immortal’s view, this Book of Life and Death was a different feeling:
He felt his life growing within this book, and would return to this book…
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor reached out, flipped through the Book of Life and Death, and tucked it into his sleeve, then glanced at Chen Ting, who stood up and picked up the Avici Sword.
The Netherworld Immortal at the side gazed at his nose, his nose gazing at his heart, seemingly unconcerned.
The two of them followed behind the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor, looking at the battlefield of Zheng Fa and the Great Freedom Demon Emperor just now.
The Netherworld Immortal couldn’t help but let his mind wander:
Up to now, he hadn’t figured out why the Saint Ancestor wanted to remain in the shadows:
Was his strength still lacking?
Or perhaps…
He thought of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor’s words, was it that the relationship between Nine Nether Demon Ancestor and Tianhe Venerable was not a secret, making all the Immortal Sect wary? Having to remain hidden?
If that’s the case, if people knew that the Great Freedom Demon Emperor died at the hands of the Saint Ancestor…
This consequence, it’s uncertain whether the Saint Ancestor could withstand it.
But Qin Mu was very scared!
The Saint Ancestor’s thoughts were difficult to gauge.
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor glanced over there for a moment, as if locking eyes with Zheng Fa, then suddenly let out a light laugh, turning into a darkened night.
In just a moment, night turned to day again, and he had already disappeared with the two.
Zheng Fa, however, did not see the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor, but saw someone quite unexpected—
Leiyin Temple’s Wuzhi.
Wuzhi was not actually discovered by Zheng Fa, but by Luo Shangxian of Haori Mountain.
Wuzhi gave an embarrassed smile, the Supreme Bowl on his head, inwardly cursing the Great Freedom for his lack of competitiveness—
He and the Great Freedom came together with intentions on Zheng Fa, Great Freedom Demon Emperor only wanted the Demon Emperor Dao Fruit, he wanted the Qingjing Bamboo, in any case, the cooperation was going smoothly.
Everything was fine at first, but the problem was:
This Luo Shangxian of Haori Mountain came.
So the Great Freedom Demon Emperor hid in the shadows, wary of Luo Shangxian taking action, especially to prevent him from seizing the Fusang Wood.
The plan was fine:
The problem was, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor died too fast!
Leaving Wuzhi alone here.
Wuzhi felt he had never been this miserable in his life, looking at Zheng Fa, unable to hide the fear in his eyes.
Obviously, like Luo Shangxian, he too, due to the Great Freedom Demon Emperor’s death…
Felt afraid.
Zheng Fa looked at Wuzhi, then turned his head to look at Luo Shangxian on the other side, but said nothing, he glanced at the people on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and spoke loudly to the cultivators of the Qingmu Sect and the Hundred Immortals Alliance:
“Send out disciples, guide the refugees, count their numbers, and treat their injuries.”
The Ten Thousand Demons died under their own Demon Emperor, the seawater had just receded, leaving the land in ruins.
Cultivators were fine, yet at this moment, those who were mere mortals had not even remotely escaped danger.
Farmlands had turned into swamps, their houses were washed away.
It was conceivable, without subsequent measures, hunger and epidemic could take these survivors’ lives.
If it were earlier, even if Zheng Fa had thought of it, he wouldn’t have the spare mind to care, much like other Immortal Sects, who rarely bothered.
However, now that he was the Alliance Hierarch of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, it was naturally different.
The cultivators from the Qingmu Sect looked at each other, seemed a bit unaccustomed, and hesitated for a moment.
But when Zheng Fa’s gaze came over, this group shrank their necks, suddenly understanding one thing:
The Great Freedom Demon Emperor was killed by Zheng Fa without much opposition…
Could they have objections?
Dare they have objections?
The group of cultivators descended from the clouds, entered into the mortal world, and began to soothe the people and heal the wounded.
Seeing them quite obedient, Zheng Fa allocated a batch of grain from the Jiushan Realm to be distributed to these disaster survivors.
Yan Wushuang followed behind his senior brother, walking among the mortals.
To be honest, it didn’t feel good.
The lands of two counties were flooded, and more than half of the population died, but this place also gathered over a hundred thousand survivors.
Crying, prayers, and lamentations surrounded their ears.
The scent of blood, earth, and the sweat stench of some people, it was somewhat suffocating.