The Demon Blade exuded an otherworldly chill.
Even under the prohibitions of the Martial God, it felt as if the essence of the Star River was condensing to form a living creature, and it seemed like a disheveled Demon Immortal was reaching out a hand to enchant everyone standing before it.
This thing was undoubtedly a calamitous object.
But to Little Yi, only taste and nutrition mattered.
"I’ll keep watch. You swallow it, and then we’ll slip away," Wu Hen said.
Granted permission, Little Yi’s dragon saliva already covered the ground. The ancient blade, originally resembling a Nine Nether Demon, yearned for the ignorant to release its Sealing, but as Little Yi’s dark form drew near, as it opened its gaping maw that could devour everything under Heaven, the Demon Blade suddenly panicked, emitting a trembling sound!
"No, what’s with this Demon Blade? One moment it’s alluring us to take it away, and now it’s screaming wildly. If it alerts the Martial God, you can forget about ever getting out of here," Wu Hen chided irritably.
The Demon Blade began to shiver uncontrollably.
At first, it was like a demon in a desolate temple, masquerading as a seductive woman, luring unsuspecting travelers. But as the traveler approached, it suddenly realized it was facing a Shocking Evil Emperor, and it was as vulnerable as a delicate woman before him—like lambs to the slaughter!
Resistance was futile.
If it were a weapon, it would be perfectly suited as a nutritious meal for Little Yi, belonging to the primal diet.
The Demon Blade’s body was curved, with the appearance of a demonic fang or a crescent moon, forged from who knows what Outer Heaven Divine Iron. Its pattern, as dazzling and dreamy as the midsummer Star River, seemed quite unique, as if lifted high into the dark Sky Dome, it was a boundless and grand river of stars!
Wu Hen was also secretly curious.
Why did the nineteen Martial Gods seal such a Demon Blade in the Central Corner Tower instead of wielding it to subdue demons and conquer otherworldly realms? This blade looked so extraordinary, surely befitting an Immortal...
Leaving it here to gather dust was such a waste!
Wu Hen cared about its appearance, its quality, the power it harbored, while Little Yi took bite after bite, as crisp as candied sweet potatoes, eating joyously with his fluffy ears perking up, happy as a cat savoring its treasured food.
...
The rain poured down, enveloping Wudu City in a haze.
Giant statues stood solemnly between Heaven and Earth.
Without warning, a pair of pupils opened, their brilliance piercing through the gray rain!
The citizens of Wudu City were terrified, looking up to see that the Martial God Statue had opened its eyes, and sat down on the wet ground in horror!
The Martial God Statue had come to life!
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!"
The statue trembled, and the ground of Wudu City shook violently.
While the people were still in shock, the colossal statue pulled itself out from the city walls. It leapt up, flying dramatically above Wudu City!
"Brazen thief, where do you think you’re escaping to!" the Martial God Statue roared angrily.
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The rain blurred the entire Wudu City, and millions of its citizens felt as if the Thunder God had descended from the sky, the thunderous vibrations creating a terrifying cacophony.
Among the rain clouds, a massive shadow loomed above Wudu City, employing some Divine Skill that altered the colors of Heaven and Earth. The torrential rain paused and reversed at times, as a piercing storm raged above, the clashes of energy sounding like celestial soldiers annihilating demons!
People took refuge in their homes, ignorant of the powers above the clouds, praying on their knees, hoping the divine punishment wouldn’t pour down on them.
Inside the city, countless Martial Artists with Cultivation strong enough to split mountains and rivers felt like shrimp in the sea meeting a dragon emerging from the depths. They were not on the same level as the forces at play.
The Martial Artists were astounded, not understanding what grave event had occurred in Wudu City to necessitate the intervention of the Rotating Martial God!
...
Thousands of miles away, within the Spirit Mountain Martial Temple, a man in a golden robe with furrowed brows stood within a Formation. His bulging eyes reflected a vision of Wudu City, and inside the city, a thief was attempting to smuggle in contraband...
The man in the golden robe, indignation written across his face, was manipulating his guardian statue from leagues away, intending to crush the thief underfoot!
But the thief was also vast in his Divine Skills, able to detect all the attempted strikes, making the statue seem clumsy in comparison.
"Damnation! You shall not escape!"
"You shall not escape my sight!"
"I will grind you to dust!"
The golden-robed, furrowed-brow man roared, his Spirit Mountain flashing with thunder, the forceful energy scattering the surrounding demons like small creatures.
"Damned thief!!!"
"Damned thief!!!"
Suddenly, the Spirit Mountain Martial Temple burst apart, its buildings made entirely of gold reduced to rubble on the mountainside.
The heavy rain doused the golden-robed man, turning into scalding vapor on contact, like raindrops hitting the surface of a smoldering volcano, generating clouds of steam.
The steam filled the fields as the golden-robed man strode towards the edge of Spirit Mountain, then gazed out towards Wudu City, miles away...
"You cannot escape the palm of my hand!"
Having said that, the man in the golden robe leaped up, striding meteor-like through the rain clouds, as the mountains and rivers below him passed swiftly into the horizon behind him...
...
Wudu City regained a trace of calm.
The Martial God Statue had finally returned to its place on the city walls.
The rain gradually softened, and the wind quieted down, but the people throughout the city still dared not venture outside.
After who knows how long, a series of drumbeats erupted from Wuting, and only then did the people realize that the ordeal had finally passed, and slowly, pedestrians began to appear on the streets.
People began to discuss, but the vast majority couldn’t see clearly, their eyes incapable of piercing through the thick clouds and rain to witness the Divine Skills displayed by the Martial God Statue, let alone see the few instances when a person contended with the statue above Wudu.
When all the turbidity settled, the rain curtain cleared, and the dust and fog dissipated, a Sky Dome thunderbolt struck directly into the hearts of all Wudu’s citizens. They stared dumbstruck at the majestic Martial God Statue on the city walls, where on its chest, a terrifying Sword Trace had appeared!
The Sword Trace started at the shoulder of the unassailable Martial God Statue and split down to its abdomen. Such a tremendously powerful sword strike it must have been, to leave such a terrifying mark on the mountainous Martial God Statue. Who in this world would dare unsheathe their sword against the unchallengeable Martial God?
The vast crack was like a cleave upon the entirety of Wudu itself, penetrating deep into the hearts of every Martial Cultivator; the thirty million citizens of Wudu could not calm down for a long time...
Their Martial God had been struck!
...
Wudu City was originally one day away from lifting its Sealing, with people free to enter and leave as they wished.
But following this incident, Wudu’s city gates were put under strict martial law, even a fly attempting to leave would be shot down by crossbow and shattered to pieces, then painstakingly reconstructed to determine its sex and which sewer it came from.
The Demon Clan’s theft had already been a source of dissatisfaction.
Wuting was negligent in its duties, resulting in the loss of the Demon God Ancestor Bone; why should such blame be imposed on the common people who needed to provide for their families and maintain a normal life.
Yet, following this turmoil, the people’s complaints turned to panic, and various rumors spread like wildfire. The most accepted theory was that the Demon God had resurrected and was preparing to offer the Martial God in sacrifice to the heavens!
Fortunately, the true Martial God finally made an appearance, sweeping across the sky of Wudu like a golden meteor, and flamboyantly flew towards Wuting.
Martial Gods do not meddle in mortal affairs, even when presiding over Wudu, it was only through their statues they deterred evil spirits and Demon Emperors from the world. This was the first time in many years that a Martial God had personally appeared, signifying that something truly significant had occured!
The Demon God had resurrected!
It must be the Demon God!
Apart from the threat of the Demon God, what else could warrant the personal appearance of a Martial God?
Besides the Demon God, who else would dare to strike at the Martial God with a sword?
What was most terrifying was that this Demon God seemed to be hiding somewhere vast within Wudu, amongst the markets, the Sects, or he might even be within Wuting itself!
The entirety of Wudu City was in a state of panic, and although Wuting repeatedly emphasized that the public should maintain their regular lives, everyone knew that a great disaster was possibly about to descend.
...
Inside Wuting, the four True Monarchs were summoned.
A hundred military ministers awaited outside the hall.
Within the court, there were also thousands of Wuting officials kneeling, many of whom were heads of major Sects from Wudu.
"You have greatly disappointed this personage!" Inside the hall, the Rotating Martial God Jiang Qi said coldly.
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Martial God Jiang Qi had furrowed brows that commanded respect even without anger.
The splendid golden robe draped over his body, which seemed to be forged from gold, further emphasized the dignity and authority of a golden Martial God, fundamentally different from ordinary people.
Jiang Qi’s chest was boiling like magma, but as a Martial God of supreme status, he could not allow his anger to show. He had to maintain the composure befitting of a Martial God, even if the Demon Blade was lost, he still had to admonish with a light and breezy demeanor.
After all, this was his first rotation on duty.
If, during his first rotation, he had a tempestuous outburst, how would the other Martial Gods view him?
"God Jiang, please forgive us!"
"God Jiang, quell your anger!"
"We will turn over every brick in Wudu to find that demon thief and hand him over for you to deal with!"
"There must be results within ten days, otherwise we are willing to atone with our lives!"
The various military ministers solemnly pledged their loyalty and determination.
However, the Rotating Martial God Jiang Qi couldn’t be bothered to even glance at these good-for-nothings.
His gaze swept over the four True Monarchs presiding over Wuting, finally settling on the Northern Guardian Lady, Ruan Muhuan.
Ruan Muhuan, wrapped in silver, stood cold as ice, while the other three True Monarchs were all kowtowing. Only she stood there, as if the entire matter had nothing to do with her.
"Northern Guardian Lady, do you have anything to say?" Rotating Martial God Jiang Qi challenged her.
"I was ordered to capture the Demon Clan and managed to recover the last piece of the Demon God’s Bone. Presumably, it was while I was away on duty that the theft occurred... Additionally, I have reason to believe, the theft of the Ancestor Bone by the Demon Clan was indeed a ploy to draw me out of Wuting. Their real target lies in the Central Square Tower," Ruan Muhuan replied with neither servility nor overbearing pride.