The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 88 Heavenly Demon God

"It's the Myriad Poisonous Nether Dragon!"

The Heavenly Flower Pattern Rhinoceros, having attained enlightenment since ancient times and explored countless immortal relics, knew many secrets. It immediately said in a deep voice, "These are ferocious creatures raised by the ancient demon court's navy, capable of even biting open the flesh of the witch clan. Although these Nether Dragons are not of pure blood, they are by no means ordinary."

As they spoke, more than ten more venomous sea dragons emerged from the shadows of the vortex.

These monsters were ferocious by nature; some frantically tore at the golden light barrier, while others spewed out foul-smelling poisonous mist.

The moment the emerald green poisonous gas came into contact with the dark gold light, it emitted a sizzling corrosive sound and bursts of white smoke.

Song Yi immediately summoned the innate laurel branch, and the terrifying Taiyin power erupted, instantly freezing everything within a ten-mile radius.

This Taiyin ritual implement, when used underwater, truly had miraculous effects.

The ice formed from the power of Yin is not ordinary ice, but pure ice, with a hardness even surpassing that of fine steel. It once caused great trouble for the Great Vajra Garuda in the East Sea.

Song Yi knew that these Ten Thousand Poisonous Nether Dragons were extremely fierce. Although they were temporarily frozen by the power of Taiyin, they would break free soon. He immediately urged the rhinoceros to dive down rapidly.

"Back when the Demon Court was at its peak, these ferocious creatures were nothing more than watchdogs kept by the navy."

The rhinoceros with the intricate floral pattern let out a long, melancholy sigh, its expression somewhat forlorn.

Now, with the changing of eras and the eternal prosperity of humanity, the lives of the demon race are far worse than before.

Most monsters are either hunted by cultivators for their core essence or taken as mounts by immortals.

Now that it had become Song Yi's mount, it couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions when it recalled the former power of the Demon Court.

It's unclear how long they've been submerged.

The originally violent tearing force gradually weakened, replaced by a desolate and ancient aura.

Deep within the dark waters, a massive black shadow is slowly emerging.

As the distance closed, a magnificent underwater complex gradually revealed itself.

Despite the erosion of millions of years, one can still see the majestic aura that once dominated the world.

Many palaces have collapsed, leaving only ruins, but those buildings that are relatively well-preserved still retain traces of ancient demonic patterns and formations.

"That is—"

The rhinoceros with the intricate floral pattern narrowed its eyes, its voice filled with undisguised shock: "The ruins of the ancient demon court!"

Song Yi arrived in front of a palace and pushed open the heavy bronze door.

In an instant, a mellow, aged fragrance mixed with a putrid smell wafted over.

Looking around, this must have been the alchemy hall of yesteryear.

Two rows of ancient beds, made of some unknown type of sacred wood, extend along the walls of the hall. Each shelf is neatly arranged with dozens of purple-gold gourds, on which ancient characters such as "Xuan Yuan" and "Zao Hua" can be faintly seen.

Song Yi carefully picked up a gourd.

The moment the hand touched it, the dim demonic runes on the gourd's surface suddenly lit up with a faint glow, which then quickly went out like a candle flickering in the wind.

When he opened the gourd, there was a soft "pop" sound. The pills inside had long since turned into fine powder over the years, and a strong smell of decay mixed with a trace of residual fragrance of the pills gushed out.

Song Yi had already anticipated this. Unless it was a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir containing the laws of heaven and earth, no matter how miraculous the effects of other elixirs were, they would ultimately be unable to withstand the relentless erosion of hundreds of millions of years.

Afterwards, Song Yi and Tongtian Huawen Xi explored several more palaces, but most of the treasures there had long since lost their spiritual essence due to the erosion of endless years.

Several divine weapons were preserved in the side hall, such as the halberd with a cold gleam, the bronze halberd wrapped with dragon patterns, the long spear with a fiery red body, and the heavy sword of black iron engraved with ancient runes.

Each weapon exudes a chilling aura, and even after millions of years, the blade still gleams with a captivating cold light.

The reason these divine weapons have remained intact for hundreds of millions of years is that their materials contain innate divine metal, or they are even forged from innate divine metal itself.

Unfortunately, the innate restrictions and formations branded on the weapons have completely disappeared with the passage of time.

Restrictions and formations are the foundation upon which divine weapons and magical treasures can unleash their earth-shattering power, just as innate restrictions are to innate spiritual treasures.

Now that these array cores have been lost, these divine weapons, though still sharp, have essentially become mere refining materials.

Finally, they arrived at the most magnificent and resplendent main hall.

The entire palace is magnificent and imposing, and is made entirely of rare Nine Heavens Mystic Jade.

Two enormous black pillars stood on either side of the palace gate, their surfaces densely covered with eighty-one black dragons.

These black dragons were all formed from the primordial essence of Gui water, and to this day they exude a terrifying dragon aura.

In the center of the mansion hangs an ancient plaque with two large characters written on it in a flowing, elegant style: Tianming.

"The Heavenly Netherworld Demon God?"

The rhinoceros with the intricate floral pattern trembled and cried out in disbelief.

Song Yi also knew the name of this demon god. Although he was not among the top ten demon saints, his strength was definitely among the top fifteen of the more than three hundred Great Luo demon gods.

He immediately made a hand seal and unleashed the Fearless Lion Seal. A nine-headed lion roared out and pounced on the eighty-one black dragons on both sides of the palace gate.

"laugh!"

The moment the nine-headed lion collided with the black dragon of Gui water, a piercing melting sound was heard.

Those black dragons that were once full of power have long lost their former might due to the erosion of the long years. Now, when they were hit by the Buddha's light, they broke apart inch by inch and turned into specks of water that dissipated into the void.

Song Yi gently pressed his hand on the dragon head relief in the center of the palace gate.

A heavy rumble resounded, and the palace doors, sealed for countless millennia, slowly opened, sending a chilling wind carrying the breath of an ancient dragon rushing towards us.

The scene inside the hall gradually became clearer. The star beads embedded in the dome still emitted a faint light, enveloping the entire hall in a layer of cool, ethereal light.

On the central ice jade couch, a phantom dragon shadow coiled, surrounded by various ancient demon clan ritual objects.

Although most of them were dim in their brilliance, a few still exuded a heart-stopping aura.

The rhinoceros with the intricate floral pattern on its body looked tense, constantly glancing around.

After all, this place is the residence of an ancient demon god. If there are any powerful restrictions remaining, a slight mistake could lead to a great disaster.

Seeing the fear in the mount's heart, Song Yi waved his hand, and a dazzling beam of dark gold light shot out from the golden pagoda floating above, instantly taking the Tongtian Flower Pattern Rhinoceros into the pagoda's space.

This was, after all, his newly acquired mount, and it would be a pity if it were to perish here for no reason.

After settling his mount, Song Yi stepped forward, his gaze drawn to an ancient bronze lamp.

Above that bronze lamp, a cluster of flames the size of soybeans still flickered quietly, and though it had been millions of years, it had never gone out.