A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 276 The Path of Demons

The old monster wore an apricot-yellow robe, with many blooming thousand-petaled flowers embroidered in dark gold thread on the sleeves, back, and hem, exuding luxury, grandeur, and ancient elegance.

However, his square face was covered with wrinkles, his muscles were emaciated, and his skin was loose.

Especially the skin on his cheeks, which was loose and sagging, and his eye bags were frighteningly large. His once thick beard and hair had become sparse and gray, leaving only a small bun on his head. He really couldn't put on any dignified appearance.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and black mist floated on the ground in front of him, resembling a dark mirror that revealed Guan Luoyang's appearance.

"Old enemy?"

The green-clad, short-bearded man with his hair tied up with a jade hairpin looked closely at Guan Luoyang and realized he was a complete stranger.

After using the War Shackles, Blue Scorpion's team had no chance to return to the Reincarnation Base to rest before immediately starting the next mission. Theoretically, it was impossible for them to find any help from the Reincarnators.

Feng Jun chuckled softly: "Regardless of his original background, it's clear that he already has a grudge against you, Tiger King."

The old monster, observing the situation, asked in surprise, "Don't you know him? But he seems to be paying close attention to you in his conversation."

"Perhaps he heard about me from my enemies and then assumed that I, an outsider, helped the Tiger King conceal the Golden Light Divine Talisman."

Feng Jun sighed, "Actually, although I wanted to befriend the Tiger King, I didn't have that much ability. It was all thanks to the White Fox Fairy that the Golden Light Talisman was defiled."

The old monster was standing to the right with Feng Jun, and there were three other monsters to the left.

Of the three, the scholar in gray was hunched over, his round face even hinting at a touch of naivety. The girl in red had a golden bell tied to her wrist, her eyes were cunning and lively, and her face was as beautiful as a flower.

But the one who truly earned Feng Jun's respect and was treated as an equal was that plain-faced, cherry-lipped woman in white, who looked so pitiful.

The woman covered her face and chuckled softly, her voluptuous figure swaying like a flower branch, quite eye-catching. She said, "I only managed to find a trace of the corpse poison of a senior demon, I am unworthy of such high praise from Demon King Feng."

The old monster waved his hand and said, "How can I not accept? I, Fu Wanshen, have sent so many good sons and grandsons away, and after waiting for a hundred years, I have finally received the three of you who can help me break that golden light talisman. Xinluo, you have already stepped into the realm of Earth Immortal."

"It is truly a blessing from heaven. I have waited for a hundred years, and by such a coincidence, you and Brother Feng have been delivered to my side one after the other."

The smile on Xinluo's face vanished, replaced by a slight glint of tears in her eyes: "If it weren't for Father's profound wisdom and early intervention, few of us brothers and sisters would have survived that great battle. How could I not be so determined to rescue Father from this predicament?"

"It's just a pity that my father has suffered so much injustice over the past hundred years, and he's aged so much, while these human sects are all living in luxury."

She gritted her teeth as she spoke, her face showing resentment, and looked towards the palace in front of her.

This crimson palace complex covers an area of ​​several miles, with palaces, pavilions, towers, and bird sheds built in a grand and magnificent manner, unlike anything else.

However, whether it's the bricks and tiles or the copper bells on the eaves, everything is a bright red, as if the people living here have a particular fondness for the color vermilion.

This is the location of the Red Crow Sect's mountain gate.

But today, the vermilion color was stained with blood everywhere, and blood gushed out from the main gate of the hall, winding down the steps.

Between the palaces, the sounds of fighting remained intense, flames raged, and houses were frequently destroyed by explosions. Screams could be heard intermittently, along with the horrifying sounds of chewing and swallowing.

Suddenly, a burst of flame shot into the sky from the most magnificent and towering main hall, shattering the roof, scattering thousands of red tiles, and causing walls and pillars to collapse.

Amidst the palace ruins, a whirlwind of yellow sand can be seen, rolling and swirling, rising higher and higher.

In the blink of an eye, the diameter of this whirlwind had exceeded the area of ​​the entire hall, chasing after the flames and attacking them.

In the firelight was the figure of the Crimson Raven Sect leader, with red beard and red hair, and a pair of jingling wings flapping incessantly behind him.

When one's cultivation level is low, the magical artifacts used by the Crimson Crow Sect are not fixed; swords, spears, halberds, gourds, and jade beads are all acceptable. However, once one reaches the level of a Loose Immortal, in order to conform to the characteristics of the sect's magical techniques, one will often begin to refine a pair of crimson-gold wings.

Each feather in these wings is made of red gold ore mixed with cinnabar, forged through countless hammerings and nine turns of furnace fire. They are crystal clear, thin as cicada wings, flexible enough to be rolled into a circle, and will immediately spring straight back with a ringing sound once released.

Three thousand crimson feathers, when gathered together, become wings; when scattered, they become a thousand flying swords, swirling and shooting, fierce and terrifying.

However, his opponent never revealed his physical form; he was merely a mass of yellow sand, its particles incredibly hard.

The Three Thousand Feather Swords could not harm Huang Sha's true form, but the bright yellow fine sand could pierce through the protective magic of the Crimson Crow Sect Leader.

The leader of the Crimson Crow Sect was trapped in the whirlwind of yellow sand. He struggled left and right and barely managed to hold on for a while, but the sounds of fighting between the surrounding palaces had completely disappeared.

Hundreds of tiger and wolf demons, some clad in leather armor and others naked except for their natural fur, flew out from between the halls of the Crimson Crow Sect, carrying half-dead disciples.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

All the monsters gathered in front of Fu Wan and knelt down in worship.

The swirling yellow sand above the main hall suddenly converged towards the center, almost condensing into a single line.

A yellow-faced general appeared, reached out with both hands, tore off the wings on the back of the Crimson Crow Sect Leader, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and flew down in front of the many lesser demons, kneeling down on one knee before Fu Wanshen.

"I hereby report to Your Majesty that all 1,300 disciples and over 4,000 family members of the Crimson Crow Sect, regardless of age or gender, have been either killed or captured, and not a single one has escaped."

No sooner had General Huangsha finished speaking than a sharp, arrogant voice came from the other side.

"Father, we devoured most of the True Fire Sect, and captured the rest."

A slender, white-haired ape with arms that reached past its knees, dressed in silver armor, led hundreds of monsters as it flew over.

General Huang Sha greeted the ape: "Greetings, Crown Prince Chang You."

The monkey prince threw down the prisoner in his hand, bared his bloody fangs, and laughed loudly: "Father, the leader of the True Fire Sect is not even a hundred years old yet. So young and juicy. But I haven't tasted such good stuff in a long time. I swallowed it whole and didn't even get a taste of it."

"I left some chewy ones for Father King. They are all from the elders and true disciples of their sect. Father King, please come and have a taste."

The old demon king looked over there, casually grabbed a True Fire Elder with a long beard, and tossed him into the air.

Suddenly, that wrinkled old face opened its mouth, revealing a blood-red, foul-smelling oral cavity the size of a house, which swallowed the elder whole without spilling a single drop of blood.

"snort!"

The old monster exhaled a wisp of black smoke from its nostrils, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

The monkey prince was overjoyed: "I knew Father would like this flavor! Will those be eaten raw or cooked?"

The old demon shook his head: "These captured ones are still very useful. Release them and find high places in the surrounding mountains and forests to hide. Do not show yourselves. I need to cast a spell and summon more of my followers."

The monsters, still chewing away, reluctantly abandoned the humans they had captured and fled into the mountains and forests.

When the monkey prince saw that the fox girl Xinluo was not leaving, he hesitated and stayed. He grabbed General Huangsha and ordered his subordinates and henchmen to disperse.

The old demon glanced at them, said nothing, raised his head, and made a roaring gesture.

A tiger demon at the Earth Immortal realm, when it roars through the mountains and forests, will surely cause an earth-shattering event.

However, even the monkey prince and other monsters who were right next to them could not hear a single roar, and only felt that the sunlight around them suddenly dimmed.

The wind and sand swept across the ground, causing it to tremble and large mounds to rise up all around.

The soil was as fine as sand and as fluid as water, rising upwards while emitting a tremendous suction force.

The humans lying all over the ground were sucked in.

The sandstorm grew stronger, tangling the monkey prince's hair. When he rubbed his eyes, the sandstorm had subsided, and the nine large tombs had taken shape.

The Crimson Crow Sect and the True Fire Sect, along with thousands of disciples of varying cultivation levels, their families, and close relatives, were all buried in these nine large tombs.

Between the black and yellow soil, many arms and legs protruded, as if they were plants growing out of these large graves.

Xinluo, the demoness, whispered, "The Nine Tombs Gathering Beast Demonic Sound... I haven't heard it in a long time."

The old demon was still roaring to the sky.

As soon as he unleashed his "Nine Graves Gathering Beast Demonic Sound," any demon with some cultivation within a hundred miles felt a tingling sensation emanating from its very bones.

Whether it's tigers, leopards, jackals, wolves, cattle, sheep, rabbits, or bears, and regardless of whether they are full or hungry, awake or thirsty, suddenly, they all feel an emptiness in their stomachs, giving rise to an unparalleled sense of hunger.

"roar!"

The bear demon in the cave couldn't even let out a roar because it was drooling so much that it blocked its throat.

It stomped on all fours, splashing water as it ran wildly. Before it had gone far, it saw all sorts of monsters, big and small, running in the same direction as it.

These demons have weak magical power. Some of them have more profound magical power and can create some foul winds and dark clouds. Some of them fly a hundred feet and then land before taking off again.

Some of them fly through the air without landing, and are the fastest to arrive.

They saw clumps of dark smoke and clouds gathering from the surrounding mountains and forests, landing on the nine large tombs.

The old demon finally stopped roaring, cleared his throat, spat out a mouthful of phlegm mixed with human blood, and stood calmly with his hands behind his back.

The monsters that fell from the dark clouds were also divided into different classes. Some, regardless of good or bad, buried the beast heads in the ground and ate them, chewing up the soil and flesh together.

There was also a wolf and an ox, much more cautious, who picked and chose, and together they dug out the body of the Red Crow Sect leader from the ground.

They each bit an arm, their two pairs of scarlet beast eyes meeting in mutual apprehension. Their tearing motion failed to rip the Crimson Raven Sect Leader apart, but instead jolted him awake.

The Crimson Crow Sect Leader was wracked with pain and unable to move. He ignored the two beasts beside him, staring intently at Fu Wan, and hissed, "Demon! No matter how you escaped the surveillance of the Golden Light Talisman, since you dared to leave your cave, you will be killed by my fellow immortals sooner or later!"

"If you have the guts, give me a quick death, and don't let these beasts take the blame for you. Ah!!"

The old demon ignored his insults.

Xinluo was displeased and flicked out a beam of light, shattering all of his teeth.

At this moment, the demons that only knew how to run on the ground also arrived, and they all rushed into the grave, biting and killing the humans in all directions. Every now and then, the humans buried in it would wake up in pain, and muffled screams would come from under the soil.

Many monsters, while eating, rolled on the ground and suddenly transformed into human form. Although some still had the heads of wild beasts and could not hide their horns and tails, their aura immediately increased significantly.

Feng Jun had been observing the tragedy from the sidelines, his expression unwavering. Only then did he ask curiously, "Those humans, though they all possessed some cultivation, were half-dead, their magical power almost completely dissipated. How come these lesser demons had such miraculous effects after consuming them?"

The old demon chuckled, "Brother, do you know the fundamental principles of cultivation for our demon race?"

Feng Jun said, "I know that the demon race is divided into two categories: one is those who cultivate virtue and seek the path to immortality, and the other is those whose bloodlust is rampant and who are indiscriminate in killing. The cultivation principle that Your Majesty mentioned must be the latter?"

The old demon chuckled and said, "Not bad."

"The conflict between humans and demons has continued since the ancient and barbaric times. At that time, there was no such thing as demons; it was just a struggle for supremacy among thousands of races."

"However, later, the Three Sovereigns Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, and the Five Emperors Taihao, Yandi, Huangdi, Shaohao, and Zhuanxu were born one after another. The human race became powerful, and many races that had grudges against them had no choice but to unite as demons to resist them."

"In order to win, the powerful beast demons have created various ingenious methods based on the fact that they eat people. These methods are engraved deep in their blood and passed down from generation to generation."

"Actually, human flesh and blood are not necessarily much tastier than other monsters, but once a monster becomes a demon, the cannibalistic desire deep in its bloodline will always surface, which is the mark left by the ancestors."

"Many demons who cultivate virtue are not truly pure and kind, but rather they are afraid of the feeling of being controlled by blood. So, for the sake of so-called self-esteem and self-worth, they pursue human cultivation methods, yearning to break free from control. They go further and further away, never looking back, and even despise other blood-eating demons."

The old demon sneered, "Actually, these cowards and fools are the ones who have truly gone astray. For the sake of that little bit of fear, they have abandoned the supreme secrets left in our blood by our ancestors."

Feng Jun nodded and said, "So, as long as they eat people, these demons can unlock their bloodline treasures?"

"Exactly."

The old demon said, "The treasure vault must be surrounded by thorns. Only the brave warriors who have crushed those thorns and overcome those fears can experience the nobility and wonder of being born a demon."

"The more people one eats, the deeper the pleasure; the more one eats, the more one understands self-cultivation. For example, a great demon like me can only slightly satisfy my hunger by eating a monster at the Loose Immortal Realm, but if I eat a human of the same cultivation level, I can get several times or even ten times the nourishment."

Feng Jun pondered, "But the fact that these lesser demons can eat and transform people with such high efficiency must also be related to your roar, right?"

The old demon nodded: "The Nine Graves Gathering Beast Demonic Sound can further stimulate their bloodline instincts."

Feng Jun's eyes lit up slightly, and he thought to himself: The monsters in this world eat people because of this unique characteristic. It's much more interesting than the monsters I've seen before that just eat for the sake of eating and attack indiscriminately.

"Your Majesty's demonic sound is indeed ingenious. I also have a spell; please take a look."

Feng Jun squeezed out a bit of jade-colored paste from his fingertip, flicked it with his finger, and landed it on the Crimson Crow Sect Leader. He laughed and said, "Actually, what Your Majesty just said, focusing solely on humans, is a bit too narrow-minded. Humans can be even more demonic than demons."

The Crimson Crow Sect Leader's body was already broken, and after this drop of jade-colored thick liquid seeped into it, his face suddenly became extremely distorted.

His facial features trembled, revealing a pain that far exceeded that he had felt when the monster had bitten off his arms.

Old Demon was slightly taken aback. At first, he could see intense hatred on the man's face, mixed with regret. But then, he couldn't understand the Crimson Crow Sect Leader's expression at all.

Even when he tried to sense it with his demonic power and divine sense, he couldn't discern the Red Crow Sect Leader's thoughts. He could only feel that the intense and turbulent thoughts within them had reached an inhuman level.

Sudden.

With a roar, the Crimson Crow Sect Leader sprouted two new arms from the broken parts of his shoulders. The arms were covered in feathers, and his ten fingers were like claws. His legs bent backward at the knees.

The bridge of his nose and jaw protruded forward, forming a fierce posture like a bird's beak or a wolf's mouth.

He turned around and bit the two demons that had just devoured his body, and the three demons immediately began to fight.

The demoness Xinluo, the monkey prince, and others were all taken aback.

The ability to bewitch people is not unusual, and there are countless supernatural powers that can drive people mad. However, human puppets created in this way have little potential and are not worth cultivating.

However, the Crimson Crow Sect Leader before them, despite being severely injured, was emanating an increasingly intense demonic aura, and dark wings began to slowly unfurl from his back.

He was no puppet; he had truly become a monster, even a bloodthirsty and twisted monster with potential far surpassing that of ordinary tiger and wolf monsters.

The old demon king exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of technique is this?"

Feng Jun smiled and said, "It's just a kind of evil influence, which can be considered a unique talent of mine."

"My brother's background is indeed extraordinary."

The old demon exclaimed, "I have several hundred years of cultivation and experience, and I have never heard of such a secret technique among the demon race. Which demon doesn't cherish their own essence and blood extremely? How could they easily use it to corrupt humans? Your supernatural power is somewhat like that of the legendary Heavenly Demons of the Desire Realm in Xiniu Hezhou. But I wonder how many times you can use it?"

Feng Jun said, "If we capture all the seriously injured ones like this, we can easily capture over a hundred loose immortals within a month. As for mortals who are not yet at the loose immortal level, even if we capture tens of thousands, it will be a piece of cake."

"To devour human hearts and become a demon—brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! My brother's move, though not fatal, is far better than killing!"

The old monster was overjoyed and exclaimed, "All the supernatural powers and talents of the demon race actually evolved from the word 'eat.' Humans think we are bloodthirsty and tyrannical, but little do they know that this is the eternal law of heaven and earth, and the ultimate truth that is invincible."

"We immortal demons love blood food precisely because we deeply love the Great Dao."

He looked down at the Crimson Crow Sect Leader and said with certainty, "I have gained a virtuous brother. It is true that those who are virtuous receive much help. Just like the human race, who are unwilling to be controlled and are lazy and complacent in order to be carefree, they will naturally fall behind and decline. They will then have to follow the way of heaven and face defeat and destruction."

(End of this chapter)