I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

The powerful figures from the Ancient You Kingdom inside the hall felt their blood boil and deeply moved, their eyes turning red with rage.

"That's right! This is an utter disgrace!"

"The underworld is going too far! If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think our Ancient Nether Kingdom is without anyone!"

"Your Majesty! Please order the troops to march! This humble general is willing to lead the army to conquer the capital of the Underworld and avenge our national humiliation!"

The generals were furious and knelt down on one knee, volunteering to fight. The fighting spirit in the hall instantly exploded.

Seeing this, Wang Yiqi's heart tightened. He rushed forward and loudly advised, "Your Majesty, you must not send troops! The Underworld is unfathomable, and its strength is by no means weaker than ours. If we rashly start a war, we will surely suffer annihilation!"

During his mission to the Underworld, he witnessed its terror firsthand, and fear was already ingrained in his heart. He was determined not to let the Ancient Nether Kingdom become enemies with the Underworld.

As the King of Guyou Kingdom hesitated, the Demon King of the Dark Abyss jumped out, pointed at Wang Yiqi, and sternly rebuked him: "Your Highness, how can you be so weak and cowardly!"

"You think this is just your personal matter? Your mission to the Underworld represents the face of the entire Ancient Nether Kingdom; your face is His Majesty's face!"

"But if the Lord of the Underworld doesn't give you face, it's a slap in the face to His Majesty, and a slap in the face to my Ancient Nether Kingdom!"

He fired off a barrage of questions, each one piercing to the heart: "Let me ask you, how long has the Underworld existed? How long has my Ancient Nether Kingdom been passed down? Is my Ancient Nether Kingdom inferior to the Underworld? Is Your Majesty inferior to the Lord of the Underworld?"

A series of serious accusations were slammed onto Wang Yiqi's head.

Wang Yiqi was trembling with anger and was about to retort when he was interrupted by a furious shout from the King of Guyou.

The Ancient Netherworld King, already known for his violent temper, was further enraged by the Dark Abyss Demon King's instigation, his eyes bloodshot: "Wang Yiqi, no need for further words!"

His eyes were filled with disappointment as he said coldly, "I should never have sent you as an envoy in the first place! You've brought shame upon my Ancient You Kingdom!"

"From this day forward, you are forbidden to discuss this matter again. Return to your residence and reflect on your actions behind closed doors. Without my decree, you are not to step out of the residence!"

These words turned Wang Yiqi's face pale, as if struck by lightning, and his heart was instantly overwhelmed by despair.

It's over... He closed his eyes in anguish, ultimately unable to stop this annihilating battle.

Can the ancient You Kingdom truly defeat the unfathomable Yin realm?

Leaving aside the uproar and raging war caused by the mission to the ancient You Kingdom, a dramatic upheaval is quietly unfolding in the mortal realm.

That night, the moonlight shone like a ribbon, spreading across the South China Sea.

Suddenly, a huge black whirlpool appeared in the center of the sea. As soon as the whirlpool appeared, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed in like a madman, causing the sun and moon to lose their color and the celestial phenomena to change drastically.

The entire South China Sea was instantly engulfed in towering waves, crashing against the shore in a terrifying manner. Nearby fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish scattered in fear, not daring to approach even a step closer.

Only the demons dwelling in the South China Sea, upon witnessing this strange phenomenon, were filled with wild joy: "Could it be that a magical treasure has been born?"

Several hundred years have passed since the calamity between immortals and demons.

The major sects, intimidated by the power of the Underworld, all closed their doors to cultivate in seclusion, which gave other forces the opportunity to rise.

Both human cultivators and demon tribes secretly accumulated power during this period and gained many benefits.

It is a consensus in the cultivation world that changes in the heavens inevitably lead to the emergence of spiritual treasures.

Therefore, the nearby demons could no longer restrain themselves and rushed towards the vortex, fearing that if they were a step too slow, the treasure would be snatched away by others.

This sea area has thin spiritual energy, no islands where spiritual veins converge, and extremely scarce seabed resources, so no top forces have settled here.

The strongest of the demons who came this time were only at the Demon King level, namely the Ocean Python Clan, Ocean Shark Clan, and Ocean Jellyfish Clan.

These three tribes have lived in the South China Sea for generations, with adjacent territories. They have been constantly fighting and harboring deep resentment.

Now that a magical treasure has been suspected to have appeared, everyone is scrambling to get it, each unwilling to give way, fearing that their rivals will beat them to it.

"It's you shark tribe again! If you dare to ruin my plans again, my python tribe will fight you to the death!"

"Enough with the nonsense! The treasure will be given to whoever is destined to possess it. It's all about skill; if you're capable, come and snatch it!"

The three groups met near the vortex, and tensions instantly rose, with a heavy smell of gunpowder filling the air.

However, neither of them acted rashly. Fighting at this moment would only result in mutual destruction and would be a losing proposition. It would be better to wait for the spiritual treasure to appear before engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

They all knew that the three races were evenly matched, and if someone obtained the spiritual treasure, it would inevitably break the existing balance. Therefore, no one would allow their opponent to succeed, and a bloody battle was inevitable.

Just as the three races were on guard against each other and on the verge of war, the black vortex in the sky suddenly expanded again. At the center of the vortex, a deep and dark passage slowly emerged, and faintly, a maniacal laugh could be heard coming from the depths of the passage.

"What is that?"

The three demon kings were all stunned, their faces full of doubt. How could there be laughter when a spiritual treasure was born?

Could it be a legendary artifact spirit?

Only the Jellyfish Demon King reacted swiftly, his expression changing abruptly as he exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! This isn't the birth of a spiritual treasure! Retreat!"

He instantly realized something was wrong and turned to lead his people to escape, but it was too late.

The black vortex expanded to its limit, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in wildly, as if it had reached a critical point.

A deafening shattering sound rang out, followed by several figures flashing past within the vortex.

Then, seven or eight cultivators dressed in ancient costumes and exuding an ancient aura emerged from the vortex, followed closely by a continuous stream of figures.

"You scoundrel! Don't push me!"

"What's the rush? Nobody's going to take it from you!"

The passageway was also filled with intermittent shouts and curses.

Before long, all the cultivators stepped out of the vortex, forming a dense, dark mass of over a thousand people.

As soon as these cultivators stepped out, the black vortex vanished with a deafening roar that echoed across the South China Sea.

An elderly man with white hair and a powerful aura gazed in the direction where the vortex had disappeared and said calmly, "The passage to the Lesser Yuan Realm is completely sealed. From now on, we can never go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle-looking man holding a folding fan laughed and said, "Who wants to go back to that godforsaken place? This world is now a great world where the laws are perfected, and the spiritual energy is a hundred times richer than that of the Lesser Yuan Realm! We possess ancient inheritances and have cultivated for hundreds of years in the Lesser Yuan Realm. Now is the time to unleash our full potential and rise against the heavens!"

His eyes gleamed with burning ambition: "Perhaps, hundreds of years from now, we too can become great masters who roam the world!"

These words made the eyes of the thousands of cultivators present light up and their faces fill with excitement.

They breathed deeply into the spiritual energy in the air, and with each breath, a massive amount of spiritual energy surged into their bodies, as if they hadn't tasted spiritual energy for hundreds of years. Like a group of ravenous gluttons, they had an almost obsessive fascination with spiritual energy.

"I'm out! I'm finally out!"

"That damned Lesser Yuan Realm, so barren of resources and constantly embroiled in conflict, I'm never going back!"

Many people were frantically absorbing spiritual energy while laughing loudly. Their laughter was full of the madness and release that had been suppressed for a hundred years, clearly because they had been holding back in the Lesser Yuan Realm.

Meanwhile, the three ocean races were already terrified. These people had a terrifying aura, a large number of them, and crazy expressions. They were clearly not good people and were a hundred times more dangerous than they had imagined.

The three demon kings dared not linger and secretly gave each other a look, trying to slip away, but were still noticed by the white-haired old man.

"Demon race?"

A glint of light flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes, and a greedy smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "It's been quite a few years since I've seen a demon."

Before he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, and a golden ring shot out, instantly hitting the Ocean Shark Demon King.

With a scream, the Shark Clan Demon King was sent flying, golden light piercing his skull, killing him instantly.

The white-haired old man flicked his finger, and a crystal-clear demon core flew out from the corpse of the Ocean Shark Demon King. He sniffed it, then swallowed it whole, a satisfied look on his face: "Not bad, the purity is acceptable, better than nothing."

Seeing this, the other cultivators followed suit, each striking with lightning speed as they attacked the three demon races.

"As expected of a perfect great world, there are so many demons. Perfect for practicing against!"

"I've exhausted all the rare and precious materials in the Lesser Yuan Realm. It'll be perfect to kill a few lesser demons, skin them, and pull out their tendons to make materials for refining weapons!"

"This little demon is mine! Anyone who dares to take it will face my wrath!"

The thousands of cultivators did not hesitate at all, and their attacks were ruthless and deadly.

The three demon races, who originally came to seize the spiritual treasure, were instantly plunged into annihilation. Under the slaughter of the cultivators, they had no power to fight back and were wiped out in a short time, their blood staining the entire sea red.

Their fur, bones, demon cores, and essence were all looted by the cultivators, leaving nothing behind.

Even so, it still wasn't enough to go around.

With too many wolves and too little meat, the struggle erupted instantly. In the Lesser Realm, they had already been killing each other for limited resources, and now that they had arrived in this Greater World with abundant spiritual energy, the fighting had not stopped.