Chapter 623: Chapter 271: Sword Saint News, Demon Realm’s Stance
In the boundless Demon Realm, the Land of Disaster.
As time passed, in the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.
Over the course of the month, innumerable Demon Realm giants and Saint Realm experts gathered in this world, all staring in awe at the astonishing scene atop the immense Demon Tree.
Every giant and strong person who descended upon this world was filled with excitement, exhilaration, and endless shock.
Yet after the shock, almost all the powerful beings who arrived sat cross-legged in meditation, silently guarding the figure.
In the boundless void, a mass of Demon Realm giants closed their eyes, resting, while a power strong enough to discolor the sky gathered together; even beneath the vast void, billions of aged figures sat cross-legged, trying to recover to their best state.
In the vast area of Wang Yang, countless Entering the Saint Realm experts were like rocks, with only that astonishing figure constantly purifying and devouring the demonic miasma within the entire Demon Realm.
Beneath the endless sky, amidst the army of billions of aging Demon Realm cultivators.
"Grandfather, how are you feeling?"
Yunmo Xi looked at the kind elder who slowly opened his aged eyes and awakened from meditation, her beautiful eyes full of excitement and concern.
This elder was no other than one of the most important people in Yunmo Xi’s life, her grandfather—the Demoness’s own grandfather, Yunmo Cang!
Yunmo Cang was not any Demon Realm giant, his cultivation strength was merely ordinary Entering the Saint Realm; now, due to burnout and declining energy, he had fallen into Transcendence, yet he was the one who accompanied Yunmo Xi the most in his lifetime, without exception.
Seeing the worry in his granddaughter’s eyes, Yunmo Cang immediately gave a doting smile and then slowly said, "Grandfather is fine now, without the erosion of miasma, this old bag of bones can at least linger for another three hundred years. Child, don’t be sad, grandfather has lived enough and can survive for three hundred more years, watching my Xi’Er grow up, grandfather is content."
The cultivators within the Demon Realm were unlike those in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range area, the miasma here drastically compressed the lifespan of the Human Race in the Demon Realm; now, without the threat of the miasma, many ’burnt out’ demonic cultivators had their lifespans delayed to some degree.
Upon hearing Yunmo Cang’s words, Yunmo Xi felt a sourness in her nose, her beautiful eyes gathering a mist of tears, and she plunged into Yunmo Cang’s arms, grandfather and granddaughter embraced warmly, crying tears of joy at this reunion after the brink of life and death, a moment indescribable by language.
Yunmo Cang held his granddaughter close, his aged face showing infinite tenderness. In the eyes of others, she was the Demon Realm’s Demoness, the future hope of the entire Demon Realm, high above. But in the eyes of this kind grandfather, she was always a child yet to grow up.
Time continued slipping away, and in the blink of an eye, another five days passed.
On this day, more than seventy percent of the demonic miasma within the Demon Realm had dissipated. Numerous Demon Realm giants watched as the surroundings gradually cleared up, all deeply shaken. They could hardly imagine how terrifying the figure’s power was to purify and absorb such a vast amount of demonic miasma.
And with the World Tree’s frenzied acquisition, Ye Xiaofan’s Martial Soul had now grown to nearly billions of heights, its aura even more terrifying.
Moreover, the World Tree’s power was also nurturing the figure, and over this month, Ye Xiaofan’s cultivation was constantly improving, under the gazes of all, he broke through the ’Nine Slash Realm,’ and today he was striving for ’Ten Slashes.’
At this moment.
The outskirts of the Land of Disaster were gathering countless Demon Realm cultivators, both strong and weak, with innumerable young generation strong ones, resembling an ocean blocking the outskirts of the Land of Disaster completely.
In the past, they wouldn’t have dared to approach this world. But today, the disappearance of seventy percent of the miasma caused them to no longer fear its erosion, allowing them at last to step into the dead land.
Among these vast ocean-like Demon Realm cultivators, nearly ten percent of the cultivators were setting foot here for the first time in their lives, all greatly shocked.
At this moment, countless Demon Realm cultivators breathed rapidly, fixating solely on the miasma surrounding the Demon Tree. Now that the miasma had reduced by seventy percent, as it reduces by another ten percent to reach a certain boundary, for the entire Demon Realm it meant no longer facing trivial crises and fearing them for at least decades, completely entering a safe period.
It’s worth mentioning, as native Demon Realm cultivators, everyone knew that miasma below this boundary was infinitely suppressed, while beyond this boundary, it would aggressively grow.
In an instant, the hearts of billions of Demon Realm cultivators were in their throats.
Time passed second by second, until a certain moment.
When the concentration of miasma in the entire Demon Realm broke this boundary, suddenly.
"Oh——!!!"
Instantly in the vast sea of people, an earth-shattering cheer erupted, billions of Demon Realm experts were thoroughly elated, countless people leapt three meters high, exhilarated to the extreme.
And with the miasma concentration dropping below the boundary, an endless roar of cheers rang to the heavens, innumerable Demon Realm cultivators surged toward the Land of Disaster like a tide, tears streaming, crying with joy, crazily rushing toward the figures of billions old and worn beneath the sky.
"Grandfather——!"
"Grandmother, grandmother——!!!"
Countless Demon Realm families like Yunmo Xi and Yunmo Cang embraced together, families reunited, reunited at the brink of life and death, the heartfelt excitement rapidly swept through the entire Land of Disaster.
