My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Gu Changyuan didn't linger for long before transforming into a streak of light and continuing his swift journey towards the southeast horizon.

Two days later.

At the boundary between heaven and earth, the sea of ​​clouds surged to its limit and then suddenly broke apart.

A massive black rift stretched across the void, lying silently in front of them.

At the edge of the crack, the laws of space are disordered and distorted, and tiny spatial fissures appear and disappear from time to time.

This is the entrance between the demon realm and the human realm—the "Demon Abyss Rift".

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Changyuan flashed and flew straight into the dark rift that seemed capable of devouring everything.

The instant he passed through that thin, translucent membrane that separated the two worlds—

"Buzz—"

A halo of light silently emerged from his body, instantly covering his entire body like flowing water.

The halo completely shut out the overwhelming demonic energy from the outside world, which was enough to corrode the soul.

As far as the eye could see, there was an endless expanse of demonic energy, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve, permeating every inch of space.

The demonic energy here is cold, domineering, and highly corrosive.

If an ordinary cultivator comes into contact with even the slightest bit of demonic energy, it will seep into their body through their pores, infiltrating their meridians and corroding their soul.

At best, their cultivation level will plummet and they will suffer from demonic possession; at worst, their soul and spirit will be destroyed, and they will be reduced to a monster that only knows how to kill, completely losing their reason.

This is why ordinary cultivators must prepare high-level protective magic artifacts in advance if they want to enter the Demon Realm.

Or they could activate their strongest defensive techniques to create a thick protective shield around their body, thus isolating themselves from the erosion of demonic energy. A slight mistake would lead to utter destruction.

The sky is always a gloomy, leaden gray, with only a sliver of true light rarely seen.

The sun appeared as a blurry spot of light, obscured by layers of demonic mist, its radiance tinged with an eerie dark red.

The earth is mostly covered in somber colors such as dark brown, deep purple, and dark green.

The vegetation has a menacing appearance, with serrated or thorny edges on the leaves, twisted branches, and many even emitting a faint phosphorescent glow—a sign of extreme toxicity.

However, it is precisely because of the extreme environment of the Demon Realm that many extreme cultivation resources that are hard to find in the outside world have been nurtured.

Demon Abyss Refined Gold, Netherworld Mystic Water, Soul Crystal, Blood Jade...

Each of these items, if taken out, would be a rare treasure enough to cause cultivators outside the sect to fight tooth and nail for it.

Even if they are tainted with heavy demonic energy, they can still be used by cultivators of both human and demon races as long as they are repeatedly tempered and cleansed with spiritual objects through specific secret methods.

This is precisely why countless cultivators from outside the region risk their lives to enter this perilous land.

Gu Changyuan ignored those resource extraction points.

After quickly determining his location, he locked onto the coordinates of the Heavenly Demon Sect's mountain gate and continued speeding towards the heart of the Demon Realm.

As he passed through a vast, dark forest, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Below, there is fighting.

Divine consciousness, like invisible ripples on water, instantly enveloped the entire area.

In a clearing deep in the forest, a group of strangely shaped ghosts were frantically attacking another group of cultivators.

The group of demons were hideous and terrifying in appearance, mostly resembling humans, yet possessing distinct demonic characteristics.

Some of them had faces as pale as paper, eyes pitch black and pupilless, and were surrounded by faint ghostly flames.

The other group has one or more pairs of jet-black curved horns on their heads, bluish-black skin, sharp nails like knives, and sharp fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths.

The group of cultivators that were besieged numbered about twenty and were of mixed backgrounds, including humans, ghosts, and souls.

The three races have very distinct appearances.

Their clothing varied, and their cultivation levels also differed, ranging from Nascent Soul to Deity Transformation.

But at this moment, everyone wore a palm-sized, jet-black token at their waist, with the character "天" (Heaven) engraved on the front, twisted like demonic flames.

That's the identity token of a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Without a doubt, the group being besieged were his disciples from the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The group that surrounded and attacked them was a bunch of other demon clan scum, who were clearly prepared.

Gu Changyuan carefully scanned the area with his divine sense and found that the open space was surrounded by a dense array of concealment formations.

The formation exudes a dense demonic aura, which can not only conceal one's whereabouts but also suppress the spiritual energy and soul of cultivators, preventing those being besieged from unleashing their full strength.

Moreover, the magical artifacts in the hands of those ghosts were all specifically designed to suppress the spiritual energy of souls and cultivators. It was clear that they had long understood the composition of the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples and had prepared these killing moves in a special way.

At this moment, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect were clearly at a significant disadvantage.

More than twenty people, most of them were injured. Some had broken arms, some had their chests pierced by ghost weapons, their robes were stained with blood, their breathing was disordered, and their faces were as pale as paper.

The few who were unharmed were all tense, desperately resisting the attacks of the demons, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, and their eyes filled with exhaustion.

"Senior sister, this can't go on. We're trapped by the formation, and the spiritual energy is getting weaker and weaker. If we keep going like this, we'll all die here!"

A young human disciple had his arm scratched by a ghostly claw; the wound was black and clearly poisonous.

"Yes, Senior Sister! This group of ghosts came prepared. Their formations are effective against us, and their magical artifacts are highly targeted. We can't break through at all!"

A disciple of the Soul Clan, whose soul body has become somewhat illusory.

The leader of the group was a woman dressed in black, with a cold face, sharp eyes and eyebrows, and a huge horn on her forehead that was particularly eye-catching. Her aura was also much stronger than that of the other disciples.

She quickly scanned the entire area, calculating the disparity between herself and the enemy, as well as the probability of breaking through. Then, she made her decision.

"Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Sister Liu, and Junior Sister You."

She lowered her voice and spoke very quickly:

"Of the three of you, you are in the best condition."

In a moment, I will detonate the demonic seed with my fellow disciples to create the largest possible demonic energy impact and tear open a corner of the formation.

"Don't worry about us, break through at all costs!"

The three disciples wanted to argue, but were immediately refuted by another human senior sister.

"Shut up!"

The female cultivator shouted sharply, her voice resolute.

"This is an order! If we all perish here and can't even send a message back, then our deaths will have been in vain!"

"You all rush out and return to the sect to report the situation here to the elders—"

She paused, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, but was immediately replaced by an even stronger resolve:

"—Then, lead the team back and avenge us."

The eyes of the surrounding disciples were red, but none of them refuted him.

They gripped their magical artifacts tightly, and demonic energy was about to flow backward from the demonic seed.

Twisted and violent energy fluctuations began to permeate the air.

however--

"boom!!!"

A figure, like a meteorite from outer space, crashed into the center of the battlefield without warning.

The moment he landed, a visible, transparent ripple spread outwards from him in all directions.

All the attacking ghosts, whether they were in the Nascent Soul stage or the Divine Transformation stage, including their leader who was hiding in the shadows and whose aura had reached the Void Refinement stage, all fell to the ground in that instant.

All the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect stood unharmed in their original positions.

The violent magical power that was about to explode around them was actually "pressed back" by a force the moment this suppressive power descended.

Gu Changyuan raised his right hand and casually waved it.

"puff--!"

Countless muffled thuds, like bubbles bursting, exploded simultaneously, and all the hostile demons perished.

Gu Changyuan shook his hand and couldn't help but complain to the system:

"System, why do I keep running into my disciple self-destructing everywhere I go? What kind of pig are you?"

The system replied with six points.

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