After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

Ying Heng broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and repeated in a trembling voice as if he hadn't understood.

"Wh...what's this hole!?"

The guard was so frightened he was almost delirious: "So many demons! Much more than yesterday!"

Ning Yue and Shi Yinghan exchanged a glance, both frowning, and quickly walked out of the palace.

Demons? They've come down from the upper realm again?

The sky wasn't actually torn as the guard claimed; it was just that the sky was hanging very low, and the surroundings were pitch black, giving the illusion that the sky had broken.

Swarms of demons, brimming with demonic energy and a bloodthirsty aura, continuously flew from the upper realm to the lower realm.

Ning Yue drew his longsword, his brows furrowed: "Not again?"

Yang Fei grinned as he looked at the dark, oppressive sky.

"How long is this going to go on? Should we run for our lives?"

Song Yishi lowered his head and drew a talisman, expressing his full approval: "Good idea."

Lu Qingyan exhaled, her expression somewhat cold, and tapped her hands together with the flute.

"I know a secret escape route."

Ying Heng was helped out, trembling, and upon hearing their conversation, he almost collapsed again, his legs shaking.

If it weren't for the demons, it wouldn't matter if they left.

But now the demons have suddenly attacked, we can't let them leave!

After all, their combat strength in the lower realm is nowhere near that of cultivators!

If Shi Yinghan and the others really leave, won't the rest of us just become food for the demons?

The sky was filled with countless demons, almost to the point of being dazzling.

Ying Heng felt a wave of dizziness wash over him: "No, no!"

He pushed aside the people around him who were helping him and stepped forward to hold Shi Yinghan's hand.

"Venerable One! You can't leave! What will we do if you leave!"

Ying Heng desperately wanted to keep Shi Yinghan and the others, treating them as his lifeline.

He sent a message to the major sects in the upper realm before he came out, but after so long, they still haven't sent anyone down to rescue him.

Could it be that the situation in the upper realm has worsened again?

But right now we must keep Shi Yinghan and the others calm; if they leave, things will really be impossible.

"...I was blind to your greatness!" Ying Heng immediately confessed. "You are all too young and too capable!"

Shi Yinghan smiled and interrupted him, "Thank you for the compliment, but we have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave first."

Ying Heng: "..."

Ying Heng's expression immediately froze, and after a long pause, he stammered, "...What?"

Shi Yinghan did not answer, but only instructed his junior brothers and sisters: "Let's hurry back to the formation."

That place is where almost all the people in this area are gathered; the demons will definitely head straight for this place when they come down.

Seeing that the group was about to ascend into the air on their swords and leave, Ying Heng roared in a trembling voice, "Don't let them go! Guards! Stop them!"

Ning Yue glanced in Ying Heng's direction, his eyes flashing with coldness, and an invisible barrier enveloped the group.

Those ordered to stop them rushed forward but were blasted away by the barrier.

Ning Yue said coldly, "Overestimating yourself."

After saying that, he didn't bother to look back again and flew away on his sword towards the place where the demons were pouring down.

Ying Yan remained silent the entire time, but looked at Ning Yue and the others with envy.

He wanted to go along too.

Seeing how nimbly the group moved, Ying Heng almost stumbled and fell. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ying Yan's hand.

"My son! You'll stay here, won't you?" he asked urgently.

Ying Yan remained expressionless and asked, "Father, you weren't afraid when the demons came yesterday, and you even sent me out to provide support."

The situation is even worse today; they need me more outside. I'll go out in a bit.

Ying Heng's lips trembled as he remained silent.

That's incomparable!

He didn't see the demons with his own eyes yesterday! Who knew they would be so terrifying?

Moreover, he could sense the surging torrent and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from it.

It's still so intuitive to feel!

The demons descended from a location extremely close to the palace, and the entire palace could see the scene.

Seeing this scene, how could they dare let Ying Yan go out?!

A wail echoed from afar, and Ying Yang rushed over, just like Ying Heng, trembling and hiding behind Ying Yan.

"Brother! Don't go out! The guards protecting us in the palace are not as capable as you."

Ying Yan did not speak, but looked up at the demons in the sky.

"By the way, why doesn't the Upper Realm send anyone down to provide support?" Ying Heng asked, trembling and frowning.

"No one has replied to my messages..."

"Logically, it shouldn't be like this..." Ying Heng murmured.

Ying Yan had already learned about what happened in the Upper Realm during his conversation with Shi Yinghan yesterday.

Don't even mention sending people to help. The fact that there are so many demons in the lower realm is caused by the upper realm. How can you expect us to help them?

He stated bluntly, "The restrictions on the lower realm were opened by the sects of the upper realm themselves; how could they possibly come down to provide support?"

"How is this possible!" Ying Heng paused for a long time, incredulous.

"Why would they do this? If the lower realm is destroyed, how can they possibly have a good time in the upper realm?!"

Ying Yan: "The restriction was set up by the Immortal Venerable Changyang a thousand years ago. Apart from the major sects of the Upper Realm, who else could open it?"

"Now the Fusang Sect has been forced to close down, and the Purgatory Sect has taken control of the entire Upper Realm."

The Purgatory Sect colluded with the demon race, and in return, they opened the lower realm's restrictions, allowing the demons to descend and devour humans.

Ying Heng stood there stunned and took a step back.

...Doesn't this mean they were treated as expendable pawns?

Ying Yang shouted, "Aren't you a disciple of a major sect in the Upper Realm?!"

Go and plead with them! Forget about everyone else, just let us go to the Upper Realm, okay?

Ying Yan looked at him suspiciously. Could a future crown prince of a country say such a thing?

Unexpectedly, Ying Heng seemed to have realized something: "Right, right! You're a disciple of a major sect, your words will definitely carry weight. Why don't you go and beg him?"

Ying Yan didn't look at them: "I can't contact the sect, and I can't return to the Upper Realm under these circumstances. It's impossible."

Ying Heng and Ying Yang kept urging him to give it another try.

Ying Yan felt like she was holding back a fire, but she suppressed her anger and said, "I understand, we'll talk about it later."

He stood there straight and tall, with a cool and aloof demeanor, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to Ying Heng or Ying Yang.

Hearing this, Ying Heng finally felt relieved, as if he had taken a reassuring pill, and gave the instructions.

"My son, stay here and watch over him," he said kindly. "Don't overwork yourself."

He turned around swiftly, led Ying Yang into the palace, and hid there.

Ying Yan couldn't even manage a cold laugh anymore.

Although he was nominally the second prince of the lower realm, he was never favored since childhood.

It was only when he was a little older, and his talent was discovered by the sect, that he was brought back to the upper realm to begin his cultivation and learning, that Ying Heng finally stopped ignoring him.

Ying Yan was superior to Ying Yang in both talent and ability, and many ministers in the lower realm recommended him as the crown prince.

Ying Heng rejected all of them, citing his busy cultivation schedule and lack of qualifications to manage the lower realms.

Yingyan didn't care about the position of crown prince at all; he only focused on cultivating Taoism.

What he couldn't stand was Ying Heng's act of pretending to be a loving and caring father, even though he clearly didn't care about him.

...It's disgusting.