I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

Wu Xi raised the snake bone scepter, its gray-black shield firmly blocking her way.

boom!

The main arrow shattered the shield and exploded, grazing the edge of the scepter.

Wu Xi groaned and staggered back several steps, a trickle of purple blood dripping down her chin.

She stared intently at Xu Yuan across from her, her heart churning with turmoil.

That's impossible.

The astrological divination clearly indicated that Xu Yuan had just survived his ninth Nirvana tribulation, his essence was depleted, and he was definitely in a state of severe injury.

What's going on with this power? This isn't the kind of pressure one should have at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Half-Immortal Realm! She actually broke through to the Half-Immortal Realm while severely injured!

The intelligence was completely wrong. If we stubbornly continue, half of the Ten Palace Masters will perish here today.

It's hopeless to just take that little girl away.

We must change our strategy.

Shen Jiuyuan stood outside the barrier below.

Looking at that domineering red shadow on the horizon, I felt a sudden unease in my heart.

He always knew that wish fulfillment was powerful.

But at this moment, his overwhelming dominance over the higher-ups of the Nine Netherworld in a one-on-one battle still overturned his understanding.

Just how many trump cards is this woman hiding?

Making wishes gives them no time to breathe.

Draw the bow and shoot an arrow.

The movement was so fast that it left afterimages.

A series of explosions resounded through the sky.

Each arrow locked down a Ghost Palace Master; every arrow hit its mark.

Combining long-range attacks with close-range shooting, they unleash deadly moves frequently.

Flames engulfed the sky, turning the entire demon realm into a giant alchemy furnace.

She wanted these evil spirits to never return.

"The Four Symbols have returned to their proper places!"

Xu Yuan gave a cold shout.

Four powerful auras of different colors instantly surged out from the water below.

The Chongming Bird, Chongli, is dressed in fiery red, with a phantom image of a divine bird with two pupils appearing behind it.

In July, Bi Fangyan stepped into the air with one foot, surrounded by eerie blue flames.

The blue phoenix sang in the wind, its blue robes flowing gracefully. With a flap of its wings, a great storm arose.

The Kunpeng soars over the Youluo River, its black robe billowing, casting a dark sea reflection behind it.

The four guardians of the demon realm appeared together, occupying the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The four people rapidly formed hand seals.

Four beams of light—red, blue, cyan, and black—shot into the sky and converged at their highest point.

"Four Symbols Covering the Sky Formation, activate!"

A huge, transparent net covered everything, completely locking down the entire airspace and the secrets of the heavens.

No trace of this place can be detected by outsiders anymore.

Even Jiuyou's escape route was temporarily blocked.

Xu Yuan drew the Sunset Divine Bow to its limit, the flaming arrowhead pointing directly at Wu Xi's brow.

"Have you thought about your last words?"

At the same moment the crimson-gold arrow locked onto Wu Xi's brow, the Four Symbols Covering the Sky Formation suddenly closed, and the secrets of the Demon Realm were completely annihilated into nothingness.

Thousands of miles away, in the very center of the Five Elements Spiritual Realm.

Sky Island, the highest level of the Tower of Babel.

The purple-gold star disk suspended in mid-air trembled violently. Six gray-robed old men occupied the six cardinal directions, their withered fingers rapidly forming hand seals.

A series of piercing buzzing sounds emanated from inside the star chart. The spiritual energy at the top of the tower was being frantically drained, and the stardust on the surface of the star chart coalesced into a line of dark red ancient seal characters.

"The Lord of the Nine Netherworlds has descended upon the world..."

Just as the last half of the character "世" was formed, a crack about an inch deep suddenly appeared on the surface of the astrolabe without warning.

"Bang!"

The celestial compass, which had never malfunctioned in centuries, exploded.

The stardust shattered into dust, covering the faces of several old men. The entire divination array was forcibly severed by an extremely tyrannical force, and the heavenly secrets and fortunes were stirred into a lifeless chaos.

"puff!"

The Star-Mending Daoist was the first to give in, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his body suddenly fell backward. The other elders also stumbled back one after another, the backlash of spiritual energy making it difficult for them to even stand up straight.

"The secrets of heaven have been forcibly erased."

The Star-Mending Daoist clutched his chest tightly, his chest heaving violently. "Such domineering methods, even cutting off the escape route to the source."

Daoist Tianxing remained silent. He stood up, his crimson Daoist robe billowing even without wind. He clasped his hands together and suddenly lifted them upwards.

The dome of the Tower of Babel was completely open. The entire starry sky was revealed.

Spiritual energy surged wildly from his fingertips, transforming into hundreds of silver threads that forcibly pulled the stellar orbits. The stars, which were originally moving according to the rules, were pulled off their tracks, and a massive destiny chart was forcibly pieced together.

It's still black.

Deathly black.

The Demon Realm Star Sector, which should have been lit up, was not only dim but also exuded an extremely terrifying devouring power.

With a flick of his wrist, Tianxing Daoist swiftly severed the connection to spiritual energy, and with a wave of his sleeve, dispelled the spell.

"It's completely concealed. Not a single trace of its aura has been left."

The Star-Mending Taoist leaned on the jade pillar and managed to stand still.

"Three days ago, the Holy Maiden Qingyue sent a message, strongly asserting that a calamity star was about to descend upon the Demon Realm. Could this Lord of the Nine Netherworlds be the calamity star she spoke of? Should we contact him...?"

Tianxing Daoist turned his head and gave him a cold glance.

An old story from two hundred years ago uncontrollably surfaced in my mind: the woman in a red dress, carrying a blood-dripping spear, who pierced through the entire royal family of the demon realm and sat on the throne of the demon emperor amidst the carcasses of flesh.

That woman is a complete madwoman.

Back then, a few old guys from the Daoist sect tried to interfere in the chaos within the Demon Realm, but she single-handedly stormed the mountain gate, dislocated the arms of three Mahayana-stage sword cultivators, and forced the Daoist sect to admit defeat.

"Block the news."

Daoist Tianxing withdrew his hand and interrupted directly, "Suppress the matter of the shattered star chart. No one is allowed to divulge a single word about it. Let's see."

To the east lies the continent, the Tai Xuan Sect.

Lin Qingyue sat alone in the waterside pavilion, her fingernails unconsciously digging into the rim of her teacup.

There were seven or eight high-level communication talismans on the jade table in front of her, but all was completely silent. The few spies she had specially arranged on the border of the demon realm had not even made a ripple.

The rumors about the demon realm should have spread long ago.

The birth of that strange bird was so loud that the strange phenomenon of blood clashing could not be suppressed.

As soon as the news breaks, the righteous sects will surely seize the opportunity to launch an attack, forcing the Demon Emperor to hand over that scourge, and her plan can proceed smoothly.

It could last for three whole days.

Not a single breeze swept in from the direction of the Demon Realm. The silence was eerily quiet.

The teacup slammed heavily onto the table. Lin Qingyue stood up, pulled off the jade pendant from her waist, and gripped it tightly.

The Demon Realm, the Ruins of Thunder.

Xu Nanyi's back was charred, and most of her dark purple feathers were gone, with the few remaining ones stained with blood.

But she gritted her teeth, refusing to back a single step. The destructive power within her meridians was reshaping her body. Flesh burst open and healed, bones broke and rejoined. This was not annihilation; it was an extremely brutal tempering by the Heavenly Dao.

Bottom of Guixu Pool.

Shen Xizhou lay coiled deep within the spiritual liquid. This little black dragon, which had only recently hatched, had almost completely lost its scales.

The feedback from the symbiotic contract was extremely domineering. He broke through the Golden Core bottleneck on the spot and entered the Nascent Soul Realm. As soon as his tribulation dissipated, he plunged into the bottom of the pool.

The golden symbiotic contract array flickered on and off on the dragon bone.

Above the water, lightning struck Xu Nanyi.

Beneath the water's surface, a half-foot-long gash simultaneously burst open on Shen Xizhou's back, his flesh torn open and his bones exposed.

He groaned, his dragon claws gripping the ice at the bottom of the pool tightly. The water from the Guixu Pool flowed into his body through the wound, and his pure spiritual energy barely suppressed the excruciating pain of the tearing.

Half of the lightning strike damage was forcibly drawn away by him along the golden contract line.