Chapter 1813: Xuanfu Sage Lord Wang Changsheng

Hu Guangwen's heart sank, and he planned to use an evasion art to escape. However, at that very moment, a powerful spiritual pressure descended from the sky, pressing down on Hu Guangyi like a majestic mountain of immense weight.

Hu Guangyi's face flushed crimson. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.

Long Hanji descended from the sky, landing in front of him. A dazzling red light glowed from her right hand, and Hu Guangyi was uncontrollably drawn towards her, his head seized by her palm.

After a moment, he foamed at the mouth and passed out.

"The demon clan's main lair is over a billion li from here, and we will pass many strongholds on the way," Long Hanji said, looking at Shangguan Tianhong and the others.

"Take him with us and head straight for the demon clan's lair," Shangguan Tianhong said solemnly. "To catch a thief, you must first catch the king. As long as we eliminate the Demon Cultivators at the Soul Transformation stage, the others won't pose a threat."

This was the simplest and most direct method: to simply attack directly. With the Sky-reaching Spirit Treasure, the Azure Dragon Boat, in hand, it wouldn't take long to reach the demon clan's lair.

Wang Changsheng and the others had no objections; as long as the Demon Cultivators at the Soul Transformation stage were eliminated, the rest would be easy to handle.

Long Hanji picked up Hu Guangyi and flew back to the Azure Dragon Boat.

"Senior Shangguan, let's take all the valuables from here!" Huang Fugui cautiously suggested. "We can fake signs of murder and robbery; this way, we can dispel the demon clan's suspicions."

"Little Friend Huang makes a good point," Master Qianhu agreed. "It won't take much time anyway."

Shangguan Tianhong also did not object; he sent over a hundred cultivators to search for valuables, and Huang Fugui was among them.

"We're rich! We're rich!" Huang Fugui exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. He didn't even spare the meditation cushions, taking everything.

After a short while, the valuables from this branch were completely plundered. Liu Ruyi left a large inscription on a stone tablet: "Blood debt must be paid in blood. This is the fate of those who betray their sect and forsake their ancestors."

With a flash of green light, the Azure Dragon Boat transformed into a streak of green light, piercing the air and vanishing into the horizon.

Several days later, some cultivators passed by this place and immediately reported the incident. They regarded it as an act of revenge by spirit cultivators and offered a hefty reward for the capture of the culprits.

A black palace floated high in the sky. Its surface was engraved with numerous demonic monster patterns, and a plaque bore three large golden characters: "Gathering of Saints Palace."

Inside the palace, Zhao Qianfeng and fourteen other Soul Transformation cultivators gathered for a meeting, with Zhao Qianfeng seated in the main position.

Situ Mei sat at the very back. Having joined the demon clan most recently, she naturally took the lowest position, as the demon clan, much like cultivators, prioritized status based on strength.

After joining the demon clan for over a century, Situ Mei had gained a certain understanding of this group of demons.

Zhao Qianfeng and the other demons originated from the Sacred Talisman Palace in the Demon Realm. According to Zhao Qianfeng, the Sacred Talisman Palace was one of the top-ranking forces in the Demon Realm, founded by the Saint Lord Xuanfu.

The Saint Lord Xuanfu was proficient in talisman arts. As for how high his cultivation was, Zhao Qianfeng did not explicitly state, merely saying that the Saint Lord Xuanfu could crush them as easily as an ant.

What astonished Situ Mei was not the Saint Lord Xuanfu's cultivation, but rather his name: Wang Changsheng.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would truly be unwilling to believe that a titan of the Demon Realm shared the exact same name as True Monarch Taihao of the Eastern Liyuan Realm. Could there be some connection between the two?

"I am preparing to use a secret technique to communicate with the Demon Realm," Zhao Qianfeng said with an undeniable tone. "You all must set up the formation exactly as I instruct. This matter concerns our return to the Demon Realm, so you must treat this with utmost seriousness. Otherwise, severe punishment will be meted out."

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Zhao," Situ Mei and the others responded in unison.

They flew out, arriving at a black stone plaza covering over a hundred mu. The floor was engraved with countless profound runes.

"Begin the spell!" Zhao Qianfeng commanded, chanting an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation.

Situ Mei and the others all began to chant obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations, as dark lights simultaneously glowed on their bodies.

After a moment, Zhao Qianfeng struck the floor with a spell seal. The runes on the floor lit up brightly, and the floor in the center of the plaza sank, forming numerous indentations. From high above, these hundreds of indentations formed a grotesque ghost face pattern.

Zhao Qianfeng took out a palm-sized crimson gourd, struck it with a spell seal, and a large amount of crimson liquid flew out, landing in the indentations.

The indentations vibrated intensely, the blood began to boil, and a chilling wind howled.

"Manifest!" With a spell seal, the blood in the indentations shot up into the sky, forming a colossal crimson ghost face.

Various spiritual lights glowed on the bodies of Zhao Qianfeng and the others, and the magical power within their bodies rapidly drained away.

The crimson ghost face let out a mournful wail and rapidly grew in size.

Zhao Qianfeng flipped his hand, took out a shimmering black talisman, and tossed it towards the sky.

The black talisman flew above the crimson ghost face, which uncontrollably surged into it. The runes on the surface of the black talisman lit up brightly, emitting astonishing magical fluctuations.

"Bleed!" Zhao Qianfeng commanded, taking out a dark knife and slicing his arm. Blood flowed out, surging towards the black talisman.

Situ Mei and the others followed suit, and the blood of all fourteen Soul Transformation cultivators surged towards the black talisman.

After a few moments, more than half of the black talisman turned blood-red, while the other half remained black.

Situ Mei's face was pale; it was her first time seeing a blood-sucking talisman.

After a moment, the talisman completely turned blood-red, and Zhao Qianfeng let out a low cry: "Cease blood flow!"

They all stopped the bleeding from their wounds, constantly forming hand seals with their fingers and striking the crimson talisman with spell seals.

After a moment, the crimson talisman erupted with dazzling blood-red light and suddenly burst apart, transforming into a burly, blood-robed man. The blood-robed man had dignified features and authoritative eyes, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

"Your subordinates greet Lord Bloodlight," Zhao Qianfeng knelt down, followed by the others, speaking in unison.

"Why did you use the Bloodlight Spirit Talisman to contact me?" the blood-robed man asked with a frown. "Are you in another realm?"

"Reporting to Lord Bloodlight," Zhao Qianfeng said cautiously, "To escape our enemies, we accidentally entered a realm passage and fell into a lower realm. We are in a lower realm called Thousand Gourd Realm, which we have already unified. We humbly ask Lord Bloodlight to intervene and open a spatial passage to the Demon Realm, allowing us to return."

"Hmph, do you think opening a spatial passage to a lower realm is easy?" the blood-robed man asked indifferently. "First, one must find a suitable spatial node. If it were a parallel realm to the Demon Realm, it would be easier, but opening a spatial passage to a lower realm requires immense manpower and resources. What's more, I can barely protect myself right now; I cannot help you. You'll have to rely on yourselves!"

Zhao Qianfeng and the others were dumbfounded; they had not expected this outcome.

"You probably don't know this, but Saint Lord Xuanfu has been missing for over a thousand years," the blood-robed man continued. "The Sacred Talisman Palace has fragmented; it's no longer the Sacred Talisman Palace of old. Even if I wanted to help you, I couldn't. Go search for the ancient altars left by our demon clan. If you can contact other Saint Lords, then there might be hope for your return to the Demon Realm. Otherwise, you'll have to rely on yourselves. After all, Thousand Gourd Realm is not a direct subordinate realm of our Demon Realm, and I am powerless to help."

After the blood-robed man finished speaking, his body suddenly exploded.

Zhao Qianfeng collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"Impossible!" Zhao Qianfeng mumbled to himself. "Saint Lord Xuanfu possesses vast divine abilities; nothing could have happened to him." They all came from the Sacred Talisman Palace, and now that it had fragmented, their relatives and friends had most likely met with misfortune.