Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

"The Misty Sky Alliance is a remnant of the Spirit Abyss Heavenly Sect. The Spirit Abyss Heavenly Sect was once a dominant force. If the Misty Sky Alliance still retains such methods—"

He didn't finish speaking, but Lin Zhao and Bai Jing both understood. If that were the case, then all the Nascent Soul True Monarchs who participated this time would be in danger.

The second wave of bell tolls finally stopped, and the Dragon Bell stopped ringing. Tianhao closed his eyes, slowly exhaled, and then the Dragon Bell rang twice.

In other words, of the four Nascent Soul cultivators who went out, two of their Dharma Bodies perished along with their original bodies, while the other two survived—at least their original bodies were still alive.

Not long after, the white jade talisman in his hand began to tremble violently, its spiritual light flashing rapidly. He channeled his divine sense into it and read the message. Then, the expression on his face relaxed for a moment before darkening again.

"My grandfather's main body was unharmed, but the four avatars that went out, including the late-stage Nascent Soul avatar of True Monarch Longyuan, all perished. Only he and True Monarch Longyuan's main body survived."

His tone carried a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, as well as an undisguised heaviness. "At least a third of the Nascent Soul cultivators in Dragon Abyss Immortal City have been lost."

Tianhao was still receiving follow-up information. The jade talisman would light up every now and then, and each time it lit up, it meant that new information was being sent back. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Not only did Longyuan Immortal City suffer heavy losses, but all five Nascent Soul Dharma Bodies sent by the Myriad Laws Alliance perished, all seven Nascent Soul Dharma Bodies from the Misty Sky Alliance perished, and several Nascent Souls of the Azure Feather Clan, including their original bodies, were completely wiped out.

Even the few Nascent Soul True Monarchs watching from the sidelines were not spared.

Preliminary estimates suggest that in this battle, which was originally intended to be a "restraint," more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators lost their physical bodies, and if their Dharma bodies are included, a total of more than thirty Nascent Soul warriors perished.

Lin Zhao was silent for a few moments, then spoke: "Who did it?"

More than thirty Nascent Soul cultivators are enough to cripple even the cultivators of the entire Endless Demon Sea. Nascent Soul cultivators are not as common as cabbages; the birth of each Nascent Soul is the result of thousands of years of accumulation, countless resources, and opportunities.

The loss of more than thirty Nascent Soul cultivators in a single night is a rare occurrence even in the history of the Endless Demon Sea.

Those who reach the Nascent Soul stage are all cunning and shrewd people who have lived for thousands of years. If they can't win, they can't just run away, right?

The ability to simultaneously kill so many Dharma Bodies and, through the connection between the Dharma Bodies and the original body, to obliterate more than ten Nascent Soul bodies—this is a method that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators absolutely cannot do; only a hegemonic force can accomplish it.

Tianhao closed his eyes, his divine sense constantly receiving intelligence from different sources. Each message was just a few words, some from internal intelligence of Dragon Abyss Immortal City, some from the Myriad Laws Alliance, and some were simply second-hand information from cultivators on the periphery of the battlefield.

He read them one by one, piecing them together in his mind. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Jing.

Bai Jing hadn't said much, and it was unclear what she was thinking. When Tian Hao introduced the various forces, he omitted one name—Silent Night Demon Lord.

Tianhao finally spoke: "It was the Silent Night Demon Lord. He attacked and killed the avatars of many Nascent Soul cultivators during the chaotic battle. Many of these Nascent Soul cultivators had already been secretly controlled by him and refined into demonic infants. He used these demonic infants as nourishment to break through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop, and then participated in the struggle against the Hou."

Lin Zhao's voice turned cold: "Impossible. The Silent Night Demon Lord was only revived with the help of the Ghost Mist more than ten years ago. At that time, he was only in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Among the Nascent Soul cultivators participating in this battle, there are many powerful cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage. How could he kill so many beings at the same time?"

He paused for a moment before saying, "Unless—he is no longer himself."

Bai Jing finally raised her head, her expression calm, and said, "Heavenly Demon True Lord,"

Only the Heavenly Demon True Monarch could do this: simultaneously attacking different Nascent Soul True Monarchs, and even using the connection between his Dharma Body and true body to affect the true body, causing both the Nascent Soul and the true body to perish. Only his fifth-tier spiritual treasure, the Heavenly Demon Silk, could accomplish this.

Lin Zhao and Tian Hao remained silent.

The Nine Nether Demon Sect has three lineages: the Profound Demon lineage, which controls the demonic energy of heaven and earth; the Blood Demon lineage, which devours all living beings; and the Heavenly Demon lineage, which controls the minds of all living beings.

The Nine Nether Demon Sect has always been known for its "fatherly love and filial piety," and the three Demon Lords are the ones who truly manage the sect's affairs.

Aside from the Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord, the Heavenly Demon True Lord is one of the Demon Sect's top combat forces.

He possessed thirty-six demonic souls, each of which could transform into an independent, formless clone.

Among the Nascent Soul cultivators who perished this time, countless others had already become his demonic infants.

That's why he was able to kill more than thirty Nascent Soul cultivators in one fell swoop, and then use these demonic infants to push the cultivation of the Silent Night Demon Lord to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

There are very few Nascent Soul cultivators in the entire Cangyuan cultivation world who possess such strength and methods.

Lin Zhao suddenly remembered something: more than ten years ago, when the Ghost Mist erupted, he had met the Silent Night Demon Lord once.

Later, I felt that the Night Demon Lord's strength was a bit off. Now that I think about it, the Night Demon Lord at that time was probably no longer himself.

The Heavenly Demon Lord is incredibly powerful. This scheme has been planned for countless years. Even Lin Zhao suspects whether the Hou was cultivated by the Misty Heaven Alliance or by the Heavenly Demon Lord himself. It's very likely that the Heavenly Demon Lord was the one who devised this plan from the very beginning.

Thinking hard.

There was also the sentence that True Lord Qingyuan once passed on to Lin Zhao—that the outcome wouldn't change anyway. True Lord Qingyuan probably already knew the outcome before True Lord Tianmo made his move.

I just don't know why they didn't intervene in this matter; after all, they are a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Could it be that True Lord Qingyuan doesn't think much of this Hou?

No wonder there's a saying circulating in the sect: anything involving the seven overlords always ends up with all sorts of trouble.

Meanwhile, in the endless sea of ​​demons, countless miles away...

The void above a sea area shattered silently, and three figures flew out of the shattered void, crashing through the clouds and stabilizing themselves in the storm.

The robes of True Lord Tianqing were shattered, a tear appeared on True Lord Youlian's demon banner, and the bronze mirror above True Lord Xuanyang's head flickered with spiritual light.

All three of them looked very grim.

Another figure emerged from the void.

It was a young man in black robes, who looked to be no more than twenty years old. He had delicate features and a nonchalant smile on his lips.

He walked very slowly, as if stepping on invisible steps, descending from the void one step at a time. The surging demonic energy around him automatically condensed into the shape of steps at his feet.

In his palm was a golden ball of light—the young Hou was curled up inside, as docile as a golden kitten.