The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 119 Tianwang Mountain

"The Yellow Drum has powerful defenses," Zhao Qingyun said, pointing to the drum.

"The Heavenly Demon Token can summon the Heavenly Demon to protect you." Zhao Qingyun pointed to the token and continued, finally his gaze falling on the pottery jar in front of Yun Weiyang. "The Styx Jar can release the water of the Styx River, which can corrode life force, physical body and even soul. These three spiritual treasures each have their own strengths. Keep them safe and refine them diligently."

The three of them put away their magical treasures and bowed in agreement.

Zhao Qingyun waved his hand and said, "Get ready. We'll set off for Tianwang Mountain in three days."

three days later.

A colossal spirit ship rose from the Ninefold Netherworld. Its hull was as black as ink, and a ferocious black dragon was carved on its bow. Two crimson gems were inlaid in the dragon's eyes, shimmering with a blood-red light in the morning light.

The spirit boat broke through the sea of ​​clouds and sped eastward. On the boat, Zhao Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back at the bow, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Behind him, Yun Weiyang, Xu Li, and Chu Jiangwei stood on either side, each with an upright posture and restrained aura.

During these three days, Yun Weiyang went out and wandered around several cities near the Ninefold Netherworld Prison, silently devouring the souls of several rogue cultivators and piecing together the righteous and demonic situation of this era.

Three thousand years ago, the demonic path formed the Seven Heavenly Sacred Gates, and with its flourishing fortune, a celestial being was born, namely the Azure Devouring Demon.

With the emergence of Cang Shi, the demonic path became incredibly powerful, and the nine righteous sects were almost crushed to the point of extinction. It seemed that the demonic path was about to unify the righteous and demonic paths.

But at this moment, the nine righteous sects joined forces again, and with the manifestation of their destiny, the Gate of Myriad Wonders, which had fled in the early days of ancient times, reappeared.

The nine righteous sects, based on the Gate of Myriad Wonders, sealed the Azure Devouring Demon, thus greatly increasing the fortune of the righteous path. Over the past three thousand years, the righteous path has continued to expand, and one Great True Person after another has been born in the sect. Now, the strength of the righteous and demonic paths has been completely reversed.

Yun Weiyang sorted through this information in his mind and compared it with Tai Ming Tianmo's memories, arriving at a conclusion that made him feel slightly uneasy.

On the righteous path, there are at least twenty Grand Masters, which is extremely exaggerated. On the other hand, the Seven Heavenly Sacred Gates of the Demonic Path only have one Grand Master each, totaling only seven. It is precisely because of this difference in strength that the righteous path has been intentionally suppressing the Demonic Path's living space in recent years to prevent the Demonic Path from rising again in the future.

The demonic path currently occupies three major states: Youzhou, Yuanzhou, and Shengzhou. This is similar to the future. Now, the righteous path wants to fight against the demonic path, with the goal of taking Youzhou and severing the foundation of the demonic path.

The demonic path would naturally not allow it. Once Youzhou is taken, no matter how much the demonic path struggles in the future, it will not have enough fortune to give birth to a celestial being who can lead the demonic path to rise again. At that time, the entire demonic path can only wait for a slow death and be gradually devoured by the righteous path.

It is precisely because of this precarious situation that the internal struggles within the demonic path over the past thousand years have been completely suppressed. On the verge of being swallowed up by the righteous path, the demonic path has no interest in fighting among itself. At present, the only way for the demonic path to go is to unite and fight, and to do so is to die.

After all, the righteous side does not accept either surrender or capture alive; they want to completely annihilate this old rival who has been locked in a stalemate for tens of thousands of years.

Yun Weiyang stroked her chin, and memories of the Tai Ming Heavenly Demon surfaced in her mind, transforming into a series of images.

"Let me think, what are the major events that happened during this timeline..."

Tianwang Mountain is located at the border of Youzhou and Qingzhou. It is a gentle mountain range, not very high, only about a thousand meters high, but it stretches for dozens of miles, winding like a sleeping dragon. The mountain is covered with ancient trees, and clouds and mist swirl around the mountainside, making the peaks appear and disappear.

The main peak, Shanghuang Peak, rises like a dragon's head, piercing the clouds. At its summit stands a massive stone gate that shimmers with starlight. The gate frame is made of an unknown silver-white stone, and the door is open, revealing a chaotic radiance inside.

A large crowd had already gathered in front of the stone gate, with two opposing camps lined up on either side. The atmosphere was tense and silent, and the air was thick with the tension of impending conflict.

The spirit boat of the Nine Nether Sect flew in from the horizon and slowly landed on the mountainside platform of Shanghuang Peak. Zhao Qingyun led Yun Weiyang and the other two off the spirit boat and walked towards the stone gate.

The appearance of the Nine Nether Sect immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

On the left are the people from the Seven Heavens Holy Gate.

Standing at the very front was a tall, square-faced middle-aged man with an imposing presence. His brows exuded an air of authority, and his gaze was as steady as an abyss. Standing there, he was like an unshakeable mountain. This was Wei Zhaotu, the current leader of the Primal Mountain Sect.

Behind Wei Zhaotu stood three disciples, all of whom were at the Golden Core stage. Their auras were profound. One was burly and carried a broadsword on his back, with lightning crackling across its blade. Another was slender and had his hands tucked into his sleeves. His face was as pale as paper, and a faint mist surrounded him. The third had an ordinary face and dressed simply, blending into the crowd unnoticed. However, his aura was the most violent, like a boiling storm.

Beside Wei Zhaotu stood a gaunt old man with a hunched back, sparse white hair, and a white bone cane in his hand. Behind him stood three disciples, all with pale faces, sunken eyes, and a faint aura of death surrounding them. This was Liu Bianlou, the current leader of Corpse Mountain.

Further to the side stood a burly man, as imposing as an iron tower, shirtless, revealing his well-defined muscles and several gruesome scars. Behind him stood three disciples, all broad-shouldered and muscular, their auras burning fiercely—none other than Wu Lifeng, the current leader of the Red Lotus Sect.

A middle-aged man with a sinister face and a thin build, wearing a dark red robe, with long hair flowing down his back and a cold expression, stood behind three disciples, all of whom were pale-faced and had cold eyes. A faint blood-red light surrounded them. This was Ning Guanzhou, the current leader of the Blood Sea Sect.

A short, stout, kind-faced middle-aged man, dressed in a gray Taoist robe with a necklace of animal teeth hanging from his waist, stood behind three disciples—two men and one woman. The first male disciple was burly, with a golden-haired ape perched on his shoulder; the female disciple had delicate features and held a snow-white spirit fox in her arms; the last male disciple was tall, with a giant, jet-black wolf crouching at his feet, its eyes gleaming with a cold light. This was Hong Tianming, the current leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Finally, there was a tall, slender, and cold-faced middle-aged man dressed in black, with a long sword strapped to his back. The scabbard was black, and the hilt was wrapped with dark red silk threads. He was surrounded by a sharp sword intent, as if thousands of invisible swords were moving around him. He was Feng Qing, the current leader of the Seven Kill Sword Tomb.

Behind Feng Qing stood three disciples, all carrying long swords, their sword aura soaring into the sky.

The leaders of the Seven Heavens Holy Sect each occupied a territory, their auras intertwined, enveloping the entire Shanghuang Peak in an invisible pressure. However, this pressure seemed somewhat weak in the face of the righteous faction on the other side.