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Tens of thousands of miles away in the valley where Xuandu is located, there is a small human tribe.

Flames soared into the sky, and corpses littered the fields.

Several wolf-headed, human-bodied demon generals were wielding their sharp claws, wantonly reaping the lives of fleeing humans, their faces filled with cruel pleasure.

The wolf demon, who was at the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, had just torn a human elder to pieces and was licking the blood off his claws.

"Tsk, human blood, the taste is just so-so..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

All the demons, including the Taiyi Wolf Demon, who were committing murder, froze instantly.

The cruel smile on his face froze.

The next moment, they shattered silently, turning into the finest dust that drifted away in the wind.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

Only faint traces of demonic energy remained in the place, which were quickly assimilated by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and disappeared without a trace.

The surviving humans stared blankly at the empty ground before them, as if those ferocious demons had never existed.

Only the lingering stench of blood in the air testified to the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

Another riverside village.

A group of aquatic demons drove the raging waves, submerging the village and devouring the humans who fell into the water.

A crocodile demon at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm had just torn apart the body of a strong middle-aged man.

That overwhelming pressure descended with a deafening roar.

All aquatic demons, regardless of their cultivation level, instantly stiffened, then quietly shattered, leaving no trace.

The raging river, no longer supported by demonic power, slowly receded, leaving behind only a scene of devastation.

Along the coast of the East China Sea, countless similar scenes are unfolding simultaneously.

Whether it's the bird demons that ride the demonic winds high in the sky, the beast demons that rampage on the ground, or the scaled demons that hide in the water, they are all different creatures.

Any demon race that is currently slaughtering humans, or whose bodies are stained with the strong stench of human blood.

At the same moment, they were all locked onto by that incredibly precise Primordial Chaos Pressure.

Without exception, they instantly turned to ashes, their bodies and souls annihilated!

Xuandu floated in the air, his green robes fluttering, his face cold and stern.

His divine senses covered all directions, ensuring that not a single one escaped.

He not only wanted to kill these perpetrators, but also to ensure that no demons left.

In case the demon race discovers that human blood has a restraining effect on the witch race.

The divine sense manipulation of the Primordial Golden Immortal has reached a state of perfection. It only kills the demon race, without harming any surviving humans, and does not even damage the surrounding environment in the slightest.

A moment later.

Xuandu slowly withdrew his divine sense and aura.

The entire coastline of the East China Sea, and even further afield, has seen all the strongholds of the demon race that were slaughtering humans completely wiped out.

The overwhelming demonic aura that permeated the world vanished instantly.

Only the thick stench of blood and resentment lingered, recounting the tragedy that had just occurred.

Xuan Du frowned slightly and waved his sleeve again.

The celestial light of Qingmeng spread out like ripples, gently caressing the wounded human tribes.

As the divine light passed by, the survivors' wounds healed at a visible speed, their terrified minds were slowly soothed, and they fell into a deep sleep.

The stench of blood in the air was largely purified, and the overwhelming resentment subsided slightly.

After doing all this, Xuan Du did not feel relieved.

He knew that this was only a temporary solution.

With the fall of a demon saint like Guiche and the simultaneous loss of contact with so many demon teams, the Demon Court will never let this go.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi will notice something amiss sooner or later.

The next one to arrive will probably not be a Great Luo Demon Saint, but a Quasi-Saint level Demon Emperor, or even the Zhou Tian Star Array!

We must improve our strength as soon as possible and find a true path to survival for humanity.

Passive defense alone is not a long-term solution.

His gaze deepened.

The system's mission is to stop the demon race from forging the Witch-Slaying Sword.

This is not just about saving the people in front of you.

Furthermore, it is necessary to completely shatter the demon race's idea, or to give humans the power to prevent the demon race from having such an idea again!

He alone might be able to protect the shores of the East China Sea, and even a portion of the human race.

But the world is vast and humans are scattered in all directions, how can he possibly attend to everyone?

The only way is to make the human race strong, or... find a powerful and permanent sanctuary for them.

Jiejiao...

A glint of light flashed in Xuan Du's eyes.

Perhaps it's time to start implementing that plan.

Guide the human race to join the Jie Sect!

If successful, not only will the human race be protected by the sage's lineage and be safe and sound.

Furthermore, by leveraging the sheer size of the human race, he can gain unimaginable cultivation and foundational feedback!

To what extent will his strength increase by then?

Becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal may no longer be an unattainable dream!

And this is precisely the key step in completing the system task and unlocking the total feedback of cultivation techniques and supernatural abilities!

Stopping the Witch-Slaying Sword requires more than just military force; it demands fundamentally changing the fate of humanity!

With these thoughts in mind, Xuandu felt a sudden sense of clarity, and the path ahead became increasingly clear.

He glanced one last time at the human tribe below, which was gradually returning to calm but was still devastated, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Not enough... far from enough."

As he murmured to himself, he took a step forward, his figure merging into the void and disappearing from sight.

He needed to begin his plans as a direct disciple of the Jie Sect.

Finding the three individuals—Suiren, Ziyi, and Youchao—is now of utmost importance.

Then they discussed the next steps.

Time is running out.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Demon Court.

The Lingxiao Palace was magnificent and resplendent, yet a demonic aura permeated the sky.

Thousands of demons roamed among them, some ferocious, some majestic, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Emperor Jun sat high on the Demon Emperor's throne, surrounded by faint solar fire, exuding an aura of imperial power that pressed down on the heavens.

He was closing his eyes and wandering in his mind, comprehending the mysteries of the celestial sphere and deducing the hegemony of the demon race.

suddenly!

He suddenly opened his eyes!

"Buzz!"

Two clusters of true sun fire suddenly burst forth in his eyes, scorching through the void and illuminating the hall with a golden glow!

A feeling of unease suddenly struck!

"A ghost train?"

Di Jun's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, an incredulous look of shock and anger appeared on his majestic face!

In that instant, he clearly sensed that the powerful aura of Guiche, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, had completely dissipated into the world in a flash!

It wasn't hiding, nor was it a serious injury.

It was utter annihilation!

Both body and spirit perished; the true spirit no more!

How is that possible?

Guiche was a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, possessing great supernatural powers, and he also bestowed upon him a life-saving demon talisman.

Even if he was no match for a Quasi-Saint, it was absolutely impossible for him to perish so suddenly without even sending back a single message!

who is it?

Who would dare to lay such a cruel hand on the Demon Saint of the Demon Clan?

The Witch Clan?

Di Jun's chest rose and fell slightly, and the True Fire of the Sun escaped uncontrollably, scorching and distorting the surrounding space.

He forcibly suppressed his surging anger and astonishment, and immediately closed his eyes.

His mind sank into the Heavenly Dao, and the vast power of a Quasi-Saint permeated the air, drawing upon the power of the stars in the heavens to frantically deduce the heavenly secrets of the place where the Ghost Chariot fell.

He wanted to see who this person was who dared to provoke the Demon Court!

however.

The next moment, Di Jun's body trembled violently, and the look of shock and anger on his face instantly turned ashen!

The secrets of heaven... are shrouded in chaos!

The cause of the ghost carriage's demise, and all related causes and destinies, remain shrouded in mystery and shrouded in confusion.

Even with his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, wielding the Hetu Luoshu and using the power of the stars in the heavens to deduce the truth, he still couldn't see through even a fraction of it!

It's as if the death of the ghost car happened out of nowhere, without cause or effect!

That's absolutely impossible!

Unless... a sage intervenes and obscures the secrets of heaven?

The moment this thought arose, Di Jun's heart trembled violently.

Could it be the Three Pure Ones? Or perhaps those two from the West?

Why did they target the ghost car?

Although Guiche is a demon saint, in the eyes of a saint, what difference is there between him and an ant? Why should he personally take action to cover it up?

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but none of them could resolve my confusion.

"Big brother?"

Beside him, Donghuang Taiyi sensed the intense fluctuations in Dijun's aura, waking up from his cultivation with a puzzled expression.

He held the Chaos Bell in his hand, and his aura was equally vast.

"What has caused my elder brother to be so angry?"

Donghuang Taiyi asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

Di Jun slowly opened his eyes, golden flames flickering within them, filled with suppressed rage:

"The ghost train... has fallen."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly stood up, and the Chaos Bell emitted a soft ringing that reverberated through the void.

His face was full of shock and disbelief.

"The ghost train crashed? When? Where? Who did it?"

His three consecutive questions revealed the turmoil in his heart.

The Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan are the pillars of the Demon Court, peak-level Great Luo Golden Immortals, each nurtured with countless resources from the Demon Clan.

Most importantly, the two of them had already bestowed upon him innate spiritual treasures some time ago.

Before long, Guiche will be able to slay the good corpse and break through to the quasi-saint realm.

At that time, all ten demon saints will be at the quasi-saint level.

Now that the great calamity is approaching and the witches and demons are in confrontation, it is a time when people are in need, yet a great general has been lost.

Or in this ambiguous way?