Chapter 505: Independence Challenges Heroes Throughout the Ages

The vortex roared in the sky, emanating an incredibly biting cold. Chains froze into ice, the vortex spewed frost, and the sky's dim light resembled a black mirror.

A terrifying entity within was slowly emerging from the vortex.

Outside the vortex, a gigantic Dao Bell hung suspended, its surface covered with countless ancient, shimmering runes that emanated a resonant chime, forming a suppressive force.

However, the aura from the vortex was too astonishing to be fully suppressed. Even as the Dao Bell exerted its full power to the extreme, straining itself to the point of developing cracks, it still couldn't prevent the arrival of the Domain Artifact.

Furthermore, a wind that annihilated all was spreading outwards from the vortex, appearing like a constantly rotating wind wheel from afar, blowing cold air in all directions and ushering in deep winter.

More frost rose from the ground. Countless blood and flesh remains were frozen into powder, turning to ash with every gust of wind.

Then came the mangled corpses, followed by black snow and the earth itself, blurring everything from view.

Only one figure remained, walking step by step, their cultivation burning, moving towards the hazy world and into a distorted, frigid realm.

This figure was reflected in the eyes of all Sealord County cultivators present, entering Xu Qing's sight and becoming the sole focus.

He wore black armor crafted for warfare, and his long, gray hair had turned white as his life force burned.

In the cold wind, the Palace Lord's cape billowed to one side behind him, fluttering like a banner.

In the dim light, the rising frost-laden sand howled across the profound battlefield, releasing a sense of ancient desolation.

"Palace Lord..."

Xu Qing was filled with grief and indignation, immense waves churning in his heart.

The figure under the setting sun moved further and further away. As his aura surged, he became not only the sole focus in everyone's eyes but also captivated the universe, drawing the attention of heaven and earth.

Before the Palace Lord lay the Holy-Spirit Race's army of tens of millions, and the two astonishing imperial figures on the Sky-Wave Mountain Range. They were a dense, overwhelming mass, obscuring the sky, radiating ferocity, and creating endless gloom.

Behind him, ten thousand zhang away, were the Second and Third Legions, along with tens of thousands of surviving Sword Holders from the county capital.

He stood alone!

Witnessing all of this, every human cultivator was consumed by grief and indignation, their hearts violently churning. Their eyes, already red from the battlefield, now revealed even more blood.

Kong Xianglong also raised his head, gazing at the figure. His dim eyes regained their light at that moment, but with this light, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

As surging waves of emotion swept through everyone's hearts, the Deputy Palace Lord's hoarse voice, filled with the same grief, echoed around them.

"Everyone!"

"We... retreat!!"

Silence fell among the crowd until the Deputy Palace Lord's voice roared like thunder.

"This is the Palace Lord's command, execute it!"

The Deputy Palace Lord roared and violently waved his hand. A great wind swept through, and the Sword Holding Palace deacons, along with the Grand Elders of the two great legions' Sword Holding Courts, also let out low growls, finally urging the human army to slowly begin moving.

But everyone frequently turned their heads, gazing back.

However, nothing could be seen.

The figure had already merged into the gloom, until a brilliant light, tearing through chaos and piercing the sky, shot up from the direction of the battlefield.

The sky roared, and the earth trembled. Endless sword intent stirred the wind and clouds, dispelling the darkness and causing the world to change color. It was a flash of sword light; it was an Emperor Sword!

The Sword Holding Palace of Sealord County had gathered a total of nine Emperor Swords. Four had been used in previous battles; this was the fifth.

Upon its emergence, the sword shone with dazzling brilliance, cleaving through the haze and shattering distortions. It shot up from the battlefield, heading directly for the two Holy-Spirit Race Sovereigns on the Sky-Wave Mountain Range.

Wherever the sword passed, a massive gully was directly carved out, like a gigantic dragon, accompanied by a deafening sword roar that destroyed everything in its path.

Its light illuminated the pale expressions of countless Holy-Spirit Race cultivators, and its intent intimidated the deified defense lines of all their main gods.

"Kong Liangxiu, the tide has turned. What is the meaning of you burning your life?"

On the Sky-Wave Mountain Range, the Crimson Spirit Sovereign spoke in a low voice and took a step forward. The moment his foot landed, heaven and earth roared.

He raised his right hand, and tens of millions, or even more, small worlds materialized around him, eventually converging into a single illusory grand world three inches above his palm.

This was a manifestation of the Void Return realm's fourth stage.

With a gentle press.

Heaven and earth resonated together, and everything blurred once more.

Only a storm, more powerful than ever before, erupted and swept outwards, causing countless fragments to rise from the ice-bound earth, like falling ice meteors scattering in all directions.

The Sky-Wave Mountain Range trembled violently, and countless rocks fell off.

When clarity returned, Xu Qing and all the Sealord County cultivators present saw a gap in the Sky-Wave Mountain Range, fully ten thousand zhang wide!

A massive gully, stretching for hundreds of miles from the battlefield, pierced through the Sky-Wave Mountain Range, a shocking sight.

The Crimson Spirit Sovereign's figure was outside the Sky-Wave Mountain Range, now retreating step by step.

All Holy-Spirit Race cultivators were utterly horrified.

Before them, amidst the distorted earth, the Palace Lord's figure emerged from the haze. Flames of burning life and cultivation rose from his entire body. His steps were firm as he walked forward, his hoarse voice echoing with each stride.

"As long as Sealord's mountains and rivers remain, why should I begrudge this head?"

As these words spread across the battlefield and reached the ears of the retreating human race of Sealord County, a second brilliant sword light soared skyward.

This was the sixth sword.

Upon its emergence, the battlefield ground shattered. The dazzling sword light pierced the sky, heading directly for the Crimson Spirit Sovereign in this netherworld-like realm.

It wasn't over. As the Palace Lord continued to advance, and his entire body burned relentlessly, the seventh and eighth swords also rose, shining across heaven and earth. This time, the Moon Mist Sovereign also arrived with a solemn expression, standing beside the Moon Spirit Sovereign, and attacking simultaneously.

The sky collapsed, visibly tilting. The earth crumbled, continuously sweeping outwards in all directions.

Heaven and earth shattered, a breathtaking sight.

Everything blurred again.

This time, the blurring wasn't due to chaos and distortion, frost, or a collapsing sky, but because the intensity of the battle was such that for most cultivators, their cultivation couldn't sustain their vision, making it hard to see clearly.

Even Xu Qing's vision was hazy; he could only discern three figures engaged in a life-and-death struggle. Every collision produced a thunderous sound that shook heaven and earth.

The booming sounds, louder than celestial thunder, and the sound waves formed by the extreme explosions filled everyone's minds, forcing them to continue their retreat.

The same was true for the Holy-Spirit Race.

Sword qi swept through sharply, bringing down the sky and collapsing the earth, destroying everything.

Until the next instant, as a colossal roar echoed from the sky, mixed with sounds of shattering, countless fragmented pieces of earth floating mid-air exploded, and the three battling figures separated.

Only then did everything become slightly clearer again.

The Palace Lord's forward momentum was finally broken. He raised his head and looked at the sky.

As for the Crimson Spirit Sovereign and the Moon Mist Sovereign, the Sky-Wave Mountain Range behind them had largely collapsed, with several gullies stretching to the horizon. Both now looked up at the sky.

At this moment, all Holy-Spirit Race cultivators, including the human race from Sealord County, raised their heads, their minds filled with immense waves, gazing at the sky.

"The Mouth of the Nine Netherworlds of the Black Heavens has descended," the Crimson Spirit Sovereign said hoarsely, his face pale after battling the Palace Lord.

The source of the roaring and shattering sounds from the sky was precisely that gigantic vortex.

The extreme cold emanating from this vortex had reached a level capable of freezing life. The vortex itself had solidified, and faintly, the tip of a weapon's blade, an edge, became visible from within it!

Its black surface revealed an unparalleled killing intent, and it contained a profound sense of death.

A terrifying, extreme cold that made even those in the Void Return realm tremble erupted from within.

The Dao Bell, which had been suppressing it from outside, was now trembling and shattering. Cracks continuously appeared as this artifact, bestowed by the Imperial Capital, began to collapse.

This was because it was facing a War Artifact.

Its material was mysterious, bestowed by the Red Moon, rumored to be formed from the weapon of a god annihilated by the Red Moon. It could emit extreme cold, turning the world into a desolate realm.

This was a War Domain Artifact.

A War Domain Artifact was a fundamental trump card; its power far surpassed ordinary weapons. Its importance was equivalent to the forbidden artifacts of ancient sects and other powerful armaments.

Its existence was one of the criteria for determining a race's strength.

The Holy-Spirit Race did not possess a Domain Artifact.

Too many races lacked Domain Artifacts.

The human race once had them, but no longer.

Any race possessing a Domain Artifact on the Ancient Vast Continent was essentially able to protect itself from invasion, deter all directions, and conquer other races. What appeared here was not the true form of the Black Heaven Race's Domain Artifact, but merely a projection of this supreme war treasure.

Yet, the power it emanated was still beyond what Void Return cultivators could resist or stop.

Heaven and earth withered and perished.

Cold reaching its extreme meant annihilation; nothing remained but dust.

On the golden net not far away, countless artifact spirits emerged, letting out mournful cries, attempting to resist but unable to do so, constantly being destroyed.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Sealord County human army, and all of them were lost in despair.

Xu Qing's mind went blank.

Their world was replaced by deep winter.

On the battlefield, the Crimson Spirit Sovereign and the Moon Mist Sovereign fixed their gazes on the Palace Lord. Amidst the pervasive frost of heaven and earth, the Crimson Spirit slowly spoke.

"Soldiers, heed my command! Advance towards Sealord County, target the county capital, and converge with the Heavenly Wind and Earth Soil nations!"

As his words spread, tens of millions, perhaps even more, low growls rose from the endless land behind him. Merging together, they shook heaven and earth.

"Understood!"

Following this sound, countless armies, accompanied by more races from the Holy-Spirit Domain, surged forward like a tide, overwhelming everything.

Then, the Crimson Spirit Sovereign and the Moon Mist Sovereign walked towards the Palace Lord of the Sword Holding Palace.

"I have a sword!" The Palace Lord, standing before the army of millions, looked at the sky's vortex and spoke softly. As he raised his right hand, he made a grasping motion behind his back.

A brilliant Emperor Sword slowly materialized in his hand. This was the ninth Emperor Sword of the battlefield, and it was the Palace Lord's personal sword.

As his words echoed, within the golden net, hundreds of thousands of bronze coffins floating mid-air simultaneously opened!

The same voices, even more numerous, echoed in all directions.

"I have a sword!"

"I have a sword!!"

"I have a sword!!!"

Phrase after phrase emerged from the opened coffins, and figure after figure appeared between heaven and earth.

They were all Sword Holders from ancient times to the present who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, who lived during relatively peaceful eras, and who chose to fall into slumber in their final stages, cultivating their lives with the Emperor Swords, choosing to wield their swords for Sealord County at its most critical moment!

Streaks of sword light erupted from these awakened Sword Holders.

Hundreds of thousands of sword lights shone across the sky, converging into a river of swords that rushed towards the Palace Lord. Simultaneously, the bodies of these Sword Holders rapidly withered, eventually vanishing from the world as if erased.

Before vanishing, each person looked towards Sealord County, the direction of their homeland.

There was reluctance, blessing, release, and reminiscence, but no regret.

"I have a sword."

The Palace Lord raised his head. Hundreds of thousands of sword lights converged in his hand, merging with his Emperor Sword. Its brilliance was so dazzling that even the cold of the sky seemed to recede for it at that moment.

The sword rose, shaking heaven, its sound destroying the ages.

"Protect my homeland!"

As he spoke, the Palace Lord drew the sword from his back and, with a single strike, slashed towards the approaching Crimson Spirit and Moon Mist Sovereigns.

With this sword, the earth shook and heaven trembled, its aura destroying armies.

With this sword, divine weapons lost their luster, and extreme cold retreated.

The two Sovereigns were moved, and tens of thousands of cultivators were horrified. The sword, gathering the power of hundreds of thousands of Sword Holders, swept away decay, becoming the sole brilliance in heaven and earth. It seized the Heavenly Dao, transformed into rules, severed evil thoughts, and punished invaders.

The Crimson Spirit Sovereign rapidly retreated, placing his Crimson Bird imperial carriage in front to withstand the disaster and tribulation.

The sword qi destroyed everything. The mournful wail was utterly tragic as it passed through the bird-beast's brow, splitting it in two.

Behind it, the Crimson Spirit's expression was horrified. His grand world manifested to block the Emperor Sword. The roar was deafening as his grand world became increasingly insubstantial until it blurred and collapsed before him.

Crimson Spirit vomited blood, his cultivation collapsing. Amidst his shock and fury, the sword light sliced through his brow!

The Moon Mist Sovereign, aiding from beside him, exerted his full strength but still couldn't prevent the Moon Spirit's physical body from shattering and disintegrating inch by inch. He could only protect his divine soul, while his own body was also cut in half.

In haste, his imperial robe ripped, his imperial crown detached, and countless beaded tassels scattered. He was in utter disarray, retreating again and again.

Only the Palace Lord stood in place, his hand now empty of a sword. A mouthful of blood spilled out, transforming into a bloody rain that fell from the sky onto the earth.

But this blood rain was destined not to reach the ground. As the sword's power dissipated, extreme cold reignited within the sky's vortex. A dense, world-annihilating cold wind erupted from within, sweeping outwards.

Wherever it passed, heaven and earth were frozen open into void, and the void itself was shattered into holes.

The Dao Bell, bestowed by the Imperial Capital's Sword Holding Headquarters when Sealord County was founded, let out its final chime, a final, resonant toll.

The bell's body shattered into pieces, collapsing across the sky.

The Black Heaven Race's Domain Artifact emerged mostly from the sky's vortex, with an overwhelming, crushing momentum.

Its pitch-black color emanated endless evil, making the sky seem to vanish.

Its sharp halberd shaft, radiating infinite ferocity, left nothing standing on the earth.

Sealord County's forbidden artifact net was severely twisted. The artifact spirits on it, formed from forbidden artifacts of various Sealord County sects, wailed mournfully, dying in large numbers.

The forbidden net was on the verge of collapse.

Witnessing this, the Moon Mist Sovereign, who had retreated thousands of zhang away, looking disheveled with only his upper body remaining, now emitted numerous threads of flesh and blood from his torso, continuously weaving to reform his missing body. He looked up warily at the Palace Lord's figure ahead.

"Kong Liangxiu, do you have any more swords?!"

Beside him floated a soul—that of the Crimson Spirit Sovereign, whose physical body had completely collapsed beyond recovery and whose divine soul was also severely wounded. Unlike a normal soul phantom, this soul was covered in countless red threads, penetrating deep within it, woven into a net. While protecting his soul, it was also being invaded and bound. That was a technique of the Black Heaven Race, and also the fate of the Holy-Spirit Race. It could empower their divine souls, but it also restricted everything.

At this moment, he looked at the Palace Lord and spoke solemnly.

"The power of the Sword Holders shattered my world-body, collapsed my grand realm, severed my Dao foundation, destroyed half of Moon Mist's body, and shook his soul. Kong Liangxiu, you are indeed a figure!"

His face was riddled with cracks that spread across his entire body, and his armor was similarly fractured, delicate like a spiderweb.

He paid no attention to these, nor did he respond to the Moon Mist Sovereign's words. Instead, he turned and walked towards the shattering great net of Sealord County. With each step, his body grew taller.

He grew larger and larger, and as this transformation occurred, his armor, unable to support itself, spontaneously shattered and continuously fell away as if being shed.

Piece by piece.

He walked across the battlefield, finally reaching Sealord County's crumbling great net. By then, his body had grown tens of thousands of zhang tall. His gaze passed through the broken ice net before him, looking towards the human army that had retreated a hundred miles away.

"Palace Lord..."

The human army wept in sorrow.

Kong Xianglong could no longer stand steadily; Xu Qing supported him. His eyes were red; he hadn't seen the previous scene perfectly clearly, but he had grasped the general events.

The others were the same.

Outside the ice net, the Palace Lord gazed at the crowd and spoke sternly.

"Who among men does not die? What is there to cry about? All of you, stand straight!"

The human army, holding back their grief, stood absolutely straight!

Gazing at these human youths, the Palace Lord nodded slightly. His eyes swept over each person in the army, lingering on Xu Qing for a breath, with a hint of expectation.

On Kong Xianglong, the Palace Lord's gaze lingered for two breaths, holding reluctance and comfort.

On the Deputy Palace Lord, his gaze lingered for three breaths. Outsiders might not understand, but the Deputy Palace Lord understood the meaning of that look.

He nodded heavily, an endless sorrow rising in his heart. He knew this was a dying entrustment.

Finally, as Kong Xianglong trembled even more violently, the Palace Lord's gaze fell towards the county capital, and then... the last piece of armor on his body fell off.

Amidst the even more terrifying destruction emanating from the War Domain Artifact within the vortex, and as the Holy-Spirit Race army advanced again on the battlefield, the Palace Lord turned around, his back to Sealord County. He spread his arms, merging into the collapsing great net behind him.

The next instant, numerous small worlds appeared on the great net, boundless and then converging into the Palace Lord's burning grand world.

And all the coldness on the forbidden great net rapidly surged into the Palace Lord's grand world at that moment, gathering upon his body.

He completely merged with the forbidden net!

After burning his lifespan and cultivation, fighting this battle and delivering that final sword strike, he was indeed at the end of his tether. Yet, he still chose to burn himself.

He transformed himself into a part of the county capital's forbidden great net, using his own warmth to delay its collapse.

"Issue the order... all human legions within Linlan Prefecture, retreat to the county capital." The Palace Lord spoke in a deep voice. Infinite extreme cold gathered from all directions, roaring from before him and surging inwards, turning the Palace Lord into an ice sculpture at that moment.

Yet he could still support heaven and earth.

Even now, his tone and expression showed no fragility.

A hint of gold reappeared on the forbidden net.

With his integration, this forbidden great net could not only hold out longer here, but its benefits extended to the entire Sealord County area it covered.

Whether in the north or west, the scattered Sealord County legions saw the golden net reappear behind them, blocking the pursuing Holy-Spirit Race army.

In various places that were originally occupied, the golden net also rose again at this moment, attempting to block the tragic scenes of life and death unfolding across the world.

At the origin of all this, the Palace Lord's body was dissipating.

The pain caused by the annihilating power of the Domain Artifact's cold was indescribable.

Yet for the Palace Lord, it seemed to be nothing. His limbs had already dissolved into dust, his body was dispersing, his face slowly drooped, and his eyes could barely open.

On the battlefield, the Crimson Spirit Sovereign and the Moon Mist Sovereign raised their hands, halting the army's advance. They stood before the golden net, and both they and the countless army behind them were now silent.

An indifferent voice emanated from the void to the Palace Lord's right at that moment.

"Kong Liangxiu, I could have chosen not to appear and simply watched your demise, but you have earned my respect. So I have come to ask you, is your last breath clinging on, waiting for me?"

As the voice echoed, a black shadow formed from mist appeared out of thin air before the Palace Lord's face.

The appearance of this figure shocked everyone on the battlefield.

This was true for the Holy-Spirit Race side, and equally true for Sealord County's human side.

Only the two Sovereigns' gazes were restrained, as if they weren't surprised.

Xu Qing's eyes snapped open wide, staring intently at the figure. He recalled what the Palace Lord had asked him to investigate, his breathing quickening as he strained with all his might to remember the other party's appearance.

Unfortunately, that misty phantom was completely indistinct.

The Palace Lord's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened at that moment, looking at the misty phantom before him.

"The County Governor, was he harmed by you?" The Palace Lord's deep, hoarse voice echoed around them.

"It was me." The black shadow nodded and spoke softly. "Didn't you arrange for someone to investigate? Unfortunately, you looked in the wrong direction."

The Palace Lord fell silent.

"Aren't you going to ask who I am?" The black shadow spoke calmly.

"Would you tell me?" The black shadow shook its head and sighed.

"Then, farewell, Kong Liangxiu." The black shadow took a few steps back, clasped its hands in a bow, and dissipated between heaven and earth. But just as its figure was about to completely vanish, the Palace Lord's eyes suddenly emitted a brilliant light. A breathtaking Emperor Sword materialized from his eyes, rapidly shot out, and slashed towards the black shadow.

Its speed was astonishing, giving the opponent no chance to dodge. The timing was precisely when it was about to dissipate, so in the blink of an eye, the Emperor Sword instantly pierced through its brow.

It even traced back to its origin, journeying into the endless void to pursue the true body of this phantom, aiming to sever all its connected forms, whether in the past, present, or future—all were within this sword's striking range.

The black shadow's body paused, then completely dissipated, but a murmur echoed through heaven and earth.

"You truly had one more sword."

"I have no past, no future, nor have I ever had a present. Kong Liangxiu, there are few people I admire, and you are one. Let this sword strike from you remain in my heart, so I will not forget you."

The Palace Lord gazed fixedly, his eyes cold, turning into an eternal stillness, until frost engulfed his face.

Ashes and annihilation.

"Palace Lord!!"

The human legions cried with heartbreaking grief, their sorrow endless. Tears streamed from the eyes of every cultivator, their eyes red, their minds filled with boundless sadness at that moment.

The Palace Lord of the Sword Holding Palace had fallen.

Sealord County's sky had collapsed again.

The sky roared at this moment, as if it had felt the grief, transforming into bloody rain, stirring up a storm, and turning blood-red as it fell upon the earth.

Amidst the blood-ice, Xu Qing's body trembled, his eyes filled with sorrowful tears. His heart felt as if an invisible large hand was tightly gripping it, causing immense pain, extreme pain.

His past memories with the Palace Lord continuously surfaced before his eyes like scenes.

Cries echoed around him, and pain permeated all directions.

Kong Xianglong's body gave way; he collapsed, falling to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down. Helplessness and sorrow overwhelmed everything in his heart.

Until he was completely bowed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, a roar echoed between heaven and earth. The great net of forbidden artifacts shattered into pieces, completely breaking apart. Following the collapse of the northern front, the western front now fell. It had collapsed.

This scene announced Sealord County's defeat.

Endless extreme cold transformed into a storm, howling from the front, swirling in all directions while the earth violently trembled. Within that storm, the Holy-Spirit Race's army was advancing.

The sky was filled with cold mist, making it impossible to distinguish night from day. Yet, at this very moment... it was dawn. Although frost covered the sky, rainbows would always appear, but only after the storm, when the first sun lifted its head.

Sealord County's despair and grief caused a wind to rise across the earth at that moment.

Thus, the moment the Holy-Spirit Race army crossed the fourth defensive line, the first sun ascended into the distant sky.

A sea of golden light gathered, descending from the sky.

That was not merely sunlight.

Within that sea of light, countless banners fluttered, like rainbows.

Countless figures in golden armor shimmered, like beams of iridescence.

Innumerable black dragons roared, their cries echoing, and countless formation fluctuations erupted.

Heaven and earth changed color; winds surged and clouds gathered.

From the highest heavens, a four-clawed golden dragon, a massive hundred thousand zhang in size, tore through the void and emerged. Its roar shook the sun and moon, stopping the drifting clouds, as it thundered forth.

The earth violently trembled. The supreme chariots of the races paused simultaneously, and the Crimson Spirit and Moon Mist Sovereigns abruptly looked up.

Because on the golden dragon's back was a golden throne, upon which sat a figure radiating innate authority without anger.

He wore a yellow robe, neither emperor nor sovereign.

But the four-clawed golden dragon already signified his identity.

"The Human Emperor's Seventh Son!"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he would greet or nod to acquaintances he met.

But no matter who it was,

everyone's face was devoid of extra expression, as if they were indifferent to everything.

Regarding this,

Shen Changqing had long grown accustomed to it.

This was because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an organization responsible for maintaining the stability of Great Qin. Its primary duty was to slay demons and monsters, though it also had other auxiliary tasks.

One could say,

everyone in the Demon Suppression Division had a great deal of blood on their hands.

When a person becomes accustomed to life and death, they tend to become indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing was somewhat unaccustomed to it, but he eventually grew used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were all powerful masters, or individuals with the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter category.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two main professions: Guardian Envoys and Demon Extermination Envoys.

Anyone entering the Demon Suppression Division started as a low-level Demon Extermination Envoy,

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then gradually advanced, with the prospect of eventually becoming a Guardian Envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a probationary Demon Extermination Envoy in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among Demon Extermination Envoys.

Possessing his predecessor's memories,

he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop before a pavilion.

Unlike other grim and austere places within the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a unique tranquility amidst the bloody atmosphere of the Demon Suppression Division.

At this moment, the pavilion's main door was open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside.

Upon entering the pavilion,

the atmosphere abruptly changed.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint hint of blood assailed him, causing him to instinctively frown, but his brow quickly smoothed out.

The scent of blood on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash away.