Chapter 615: Chapter 268: Land of Disaster, Miasma Corrosion, Demon Dao Empress Giant_2
Compared to the millions of Confucian Saints, these elderly figures from the Demon Dao are living beings, each a strong cultivator of the Human Race, but all of them are nearing the end of their lives, their vitality severely diminished, yet their powers vary in strength.
It is evident that these are elderly figures from the Hundred Sects within the Demon Dao, who, in the twilight of their lives, resolutely march into the places where the miasma is most concentrated, working together to seal the miasma released by the Demon Tree.
Such elderly figures number in the billions, encircling the millions of Confucian Saints.
"They are the elders and forebears of the Hundred Sects, powerful cultivators whose lives are nearing expiration, with the yearly arrival of billions of such cultivators who come here to shine their last light, merely to prevent the miasma from leaking out as much as possible, thereby buying time for their descendants."
As Yunmo Xi explained, her beautiful eyes already glistened with a thin layer of mist, for among the billions of elderly fading figures, she saw a familiar figure—her most beloved grandfather.
"The miasma here is too terrifying. Even my father would not dare stay here long. As long as a cultivator has some life remaining, they would not enter this place. Only those at the end of their lives would come here, eventually becoming a bone in the sea."
At this point, the Demoness was already tearful, as the feet of the billions of elderly figures stood amidst mountains of bones. Over the centuries, countless elderly figures have been buried here, generation after generation, ever relentless.
Yet the current Demon Tree is no longer something that can be suppressed by such suicidal efforts. Even with the bones of millions of Confucian Saints holding their blockade, and billions of elderly figures in opposition, the endless miasma still finds its way through, continuously spreading to all directions and regions.
As Yunmo Xi spoke, the Forbidden Beast had already swooped down, landing between the millions of Confucian Saints and the billions of elderly figures.
Accompanied by the majestic call of the Holy Beast, the vast Forbidden Beast finally descended to the earth, gently flapping its wings.
Yet the landing of a Holy Beast did not cause any of the elderly figures to open their eyes; they sat like immovable anchors untouched by the outside world.
Evidently, this is a humanoid Grand Array, where any cultivator entering the heart of the array is severely restricted, unable to move, speak, or even open their eyes.
As the Forbidden Beast descended upon this region, it burst with infinite holy light, enveloping Yunmo Xi and the other four, desperately resisting the vast miasma.
The four of them leaped down, standing around the Forbidden Beast, but dared not venture far.
Ye Xiaofan and the other three continuously observed their surroundings, genuinely shaken in heart, with endless elderly figures from the Demon Dao ahead, millions of white-clad Confucian Saints behind them, and the towering Demon Tree around, the entire world cloaked in the vast, dense miasma, rendering the sensation indescribable.
As Mu Xin and Mu Yan surveyed their world, Yunmo Xi slowly approached an elderly figure, eventually stopping ten meters away.
"Grandfather, I’ve come to see you, Xi’Er."
Yunmo Xi spoke softly, tears continuously falling. Although the familiar figure was close at hand, she could no longer rush into his embrace as she once did.
This was one of the reasons the Demoness brought Ye Xiaofan and the others here under the protection of the Forbidden Beast, aside from proving the ’truth’ to that figure, it was her personal longing—to see that beloved old man one last time.
Perhaps sensing her granddaughter’s arrival, the kind-faced elder with a body surrounded by demonic qi slightly fluttered his eyelids, yet two silent streams of murky tears fell.
Seeing this, Yunmo Xi felt all the more heartbroken, her stunning beauty causing profound sorrow among those watching, even Ye Xiaofan and the other three were moved.
At this point, the three had fully believed that figure’s words, yet seemed reluctant to disturb this special reunion, thus none of them spoke up.
Time flowed by slowly.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Yunmo Xi remained seated opposite the elderly figure, her tears dried, occasionally smiling, occasionally talking to herself.
Clearly, this elderly man held an irreplaceable position in the heart of this Demoness, the reason needing no further elaboration.
But alas, even the Holy Beast, Forbidden Beast, could not linger long in this world; her final time with her grandfather was not eternal.
After a while, the stunning silhouette seemed to finally accept reality, slowly rising, planning to leave this Land of Disaster.
Yet just as Yunmo Xi stood up, just as Ye Xiaofan and the others thought the four were about to leave.
Suddenly.
"Xi’Er, I knew you would bring the Forbidden Beast here to see your grandfather one last time. Without the Forbidden Beast, you couldn’t come here."
A commanding and resonant female voice echoed throughout the world as a figure enveloped entirely in demonic qi broke through the air, carrying an aura so terrifying it shook the world and made it collapse endlessly.
The figure in Ye Xiaofan and the other three’s eyes was merely an inscrutable Demon Group, as their cultivation could not penetrate the demonic qi shrouding it.
But as the three raised their heads, suddenly, a world-shattering killing intent swiftly descended, instantly locking onto Ye Xiaofan.
"Xi’Er, is this person the young cultivator the Hundred Sects used to beguile you? Truly audacious, to dare to ruin my Demon Realm’s grand scheme, boy, I shall leave you without a trace."
