Wet viviparity

Chapter 811 Demon Palace, Interactive Session
In the vast and mysterious realm, the will of the patriarch immortal of Taiping Mountain and the guardian deity of Yunyu Temple, like two invisible giant hammers, carrying an inviolable law, smashed down upon the mortal world of Tiannan.

There was no strange light, nor any booming sound, only a vast celestial object anchoring itself across tens of thousands of miles of land in the south, creating a silent, profound sense of change that made everyone's spirits tremble.

The three southern borders—Dayunfu Mountain, Tianteng Mountain, and Shangtan Hanbo—seem to have their void boundaries, earth veins, and even a mysterious connection forcibly carved out from the warp and weft of heaven and earth by an invisible hand, and then covered with an invisible barrier.

The boundary between inside and outside is clearly defined, as if cut by a knife and axe, with no turning back.

This is not a manifestation of supernatural powers, but the great power of all the immortals. Once it falls, the territory itself becomes a prison and a battlefield of great calamity.

Nestled at the foot of Mount Yunfu, shrouded in thick fog, lies a demonic palace.

Within this palace, four primal, malevolent wills awakened simultaneously. They sensed that the entire Great Yunfu Mountain, along with its roots in the Panjiang Ancient Mound and the Baolin Water Palace, was bound tightly by an irresistible shackle.

"here we go!"

A clear boy's voice rang out, "When the border closure ends, the two families within the border who are not on the list will be excluded to make room for those who are on the list."

The source of the child's voice was a vast expanse of dark, frozen mist, where a figure about two feet tall could be vaguely seen carrying a short sword.

Even though it was a short sword, it looked like an unusually long sword on this figure's back, which was rather comical.

Then a girl's voice rang out, slightly sharp and shrill, full of sarcasm, "Those three little demons have sent word that they have explained the details of the division of the three regions, and our place is among them. I really want to know the list of places related to Taiping Mountain in our territory."

A series of silent, furious roars echoed deep within the Demon Palace, as if provoked by the irresistible barrier and shackles outside the mountains. This was the roar of one of the Four Fiends.

After a while, the fierce-looking man gradually calmed down, chuckled, and said, "Who else could be on the list? Lu Zhenjun, the Three Officials, the Two Old Men and Two Monks, and Master Xuanying. Only these few are qualified and have the trump cards to come here."

"I wonder how many of these people have secretly broken through the void and cultivated the power of the Yang God, intending to eliminate the four of us."

"No matter who it is, no matter which other master is hiding outside Taiping Mountain, Lu Zhenjun is always the biggest variable. Don't forget that he has been to Panjiang Ancient Cave at the bottom of the mountain and has come into contact with the thing deepest in the cave."

Even now, we still haven't figured out exactly where his secluded retreat center—the Closed-Eye Courtyard—is located.

"That's what the two-foot-tall figure in the freezing air said."

“Brother, you are too deep-seated and worry too much.” The girl’s voice rang out again, a gentle reprimand. “We may not know everything about that Lu Zhenjun, but how much does he know about us?”

Leaving aside you and me, even those two minor deities, the One of Perilous Path and the One of Dry Land, how much could they possibly know? Each one has deep roots and far-reaching influence.

As he spoke, a ray of heat shone out from the shadows of the Demon Palace. The heat rose up, seemingly ethereal, yet it had a sensation of molten heat. Beyond the heat, an infant's short hand rose and stretched to its forehead, where a yin line [—] was visible.

This broken line of the yin line looks as if it were carelessly smeared on.

The small hand touched the Yin line on the forehead, pulled out a short horizontal line from it, and sent it towards the ball of heat. In an instant, blood, bones, and meridians sprouted, and a true body with a female head and a snake's body took shape within it.

The boy's voice rang out, laughing, "Sister's innate wondrous Yin Yao can be divided into two, creating an external avatar. This avatar also possesses the wonder of a second primordial spirit, which is simply like a creation of one soul with two bodies."

The girl's voice said, "Among the four regions of Taiping Mountain, there are quite a few skilled fighters, especially those three who are renowned."

They are not like the valiant warriors in our temple, nor like the pageboys under our tutelage, who are all exceptional talents with no weaknesses.

As he spoke, he pointed at the true body bathed in heat and light. The body's cultivation level gradually increased from nothing to the pinnacle of transformation, and a radiant primordial core was refined within it.
"Now she's called Hong Gu. If the situation in Nanhuojiang is truly a complete defeat, then she'll be put on that list. Unless the Taiping Mountain Ancestor himself comes, the heavenly immortals will definitely not be able to see her background."

Outside Tianteng Mountain, in the Xuntu Cave.

As Sanzhen Tao Huasou was inhaling and exhaling the poisonous Yang fire, he suddenly felt an extremely muffled groan coming from beneath him.

The entire earthen cave, along with the surrounding mountains for miles around, suddenly solidified inward, and the flowing fire within the cave instantly stopped, as if forcibly tamed by a vast, cold magical power.

Outside the cave, an invisible barrier pressed down like the sky collapsing. Inside the barrier, the Southern Wilderness Tianteng Mountain remained unchanged, but outside the barrier, it was barely visible. Only a huge [two] could be seen, clinging to the invisible barrier.

"Who's blocking the mountain?" Tao Huasou was so frightened that his fire jade gourd fell to the ground with a "thud".

He, a simple man struggling to survive in the cracks, felt his head was about to explode.

He couldn't understand how he, having spent a significant portion of his fortune to cultivate relationships on Tianteng Mountain and build this cave to survive in order to avoid the great calamity of Tiannan, could still encounter such a thing.

This mountain barrier doesn't look like a stroke of luck at all; clearly, a storm is about to break out here.

Outside the Pillar Rock of Luoyin Lake, Ding Ruyi was leading his team on patrol when he suddenly felt the cold waves beneath his feet freeze. It wasn't frost or ice, but rather the entire body of water, along with the earth essence contained in the strata beneath the lake, had fallen into a state of deathly stillness.

He looked up and saw that the sky over the area of ​​several hundred miles above the Heavenly River Altar was shrouded in a thin but incredibly strong layer of clear, glassy light. On the light membrane, the phantom images of stars flowed endlessly, and the character "壹" was imprinted in the clear light.

Ding Ruyi's heart trembled violently, and a chill ran from her tailbone straight to the top of her head.

"master!"

He touched the top of his head, and the Ning Shu Precious Pearl, which protects the primordial spirit, hung above him.

He had a premonition that the Shangtan defense zone, which was already a fierce battleground, would henceforth become a bloodbath.

This was a war several times more brutal than World War II. Looking back at the history of Tiannan, perhaps only the "Night of Mysterious Light Slaughtering Spots" launched by the revitalizing ancestor Wuling Laozu at the end of the Great Xia Dynasty could be compared to it.

Of course, this premonition was not unique to Ding Ruyi; all the disciples in this area had the same premonition.

Before the shock had even subsided in Ding Ruyi's mind, he saw his fellow disciples, one by one, fading into oblivion, calling out to him with terrified expressions.

"Don't worry, the patriarchs and all the leaders are watching, you will be fine."

Although he knew his junior brothers could no longer hear him, Ding Ruyi continued to speak until they completely disappeared from his surroundings, and the demonic figures that had been wandering outside also vanished one by one.

The surroundings were deserted, but Ding Ruyi felt the killing intent was even stronger. With a light sniff, the killing intent filled her nostrils.

Before the battle gate, Ji Ming did not look at the clear light shield that encompassed the Heavenly River Altar.

He was pondering Chi Yi Lang Jun's movements, and he had not forgotten that Chi Yi Lang Jun had once invited his second primordial spirit to explore the blessed land of the Heavenly River Altar.

At the time, Chi Yi Lang Jun's original words were "Please send out a divine general who can shake the situation." Although he scoffed at these words, he was not at all relaxed.

The current Chi Yi Lang Jun is quite unfathomable, his actions are shrouded in mist and clouds, and it is impossible to fathom the deeper meaning behind them.

The fact that he so easily entrusted this supposedly influential secretary to a Black Owl with whom he had little acquaintance seemed to suggest a rather obvious ulterior motive.

Ji Ming could imagine that if he turned around and revealed this information to the Shang family, asking them to be more vigilant, that Chi Yi Lang Jun would definitely suspect Hei Xiao. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to trace it back to him, but this suspicion had already begun to touch Ji Ming's secrets.

Furthermore, Chi Yi Lang Jun dared to use information about the Blessed Land God General as a test, seemingly unafraid of Taiping Mountain's defenses. It's truly baffling where his confidence comes from.

Thinking of this, Ji Ming looked at Lu Zhenjun again. He had not revealed this important news to anyone in the Three Peaks Mansion. The only person he had revealed it to was Lu Zhenjun, whom he could absolutely trust and rely on.

Lu Zhenjun felt Ji Ming's gaze and chuckled at him.

Having received a response, Ji Ming stopped thinking about it and sent a telepathic message to his cousin Zhang.

Zhang Xiaoyuan, brimming with fighting spirit, paused slightly upon receiving Ji Ming's telepathic message. He then nodded gently to Ji Ming and, ignoring the group from Yunyu Temple, transformed into a roc and departed.

The leaders, having witnessed the interaction between Ji Ming and Zhang Xiaoyuan, coupled with their previous silent interaction with Lu Zhenjun, all felt a strange sense of unease, as if this Master Lingxu was the mastermind behind the Three Frontiers Conference.

(End of this chapter)