Chapter 287: It Should Be Foolproof
"You think I was asking?"
Li Xun's gaze was filled with mockery. He swept his eyes over the Otherworldly Demons casually and said in a soft voice:
"Huang Xi, search their souls. Find out exactly where they came from."
The Otherworldly Demons—this race was truly outrageous.
Among peers of the same realm, they were practically unsolvable: not only were their bodies unimaginably tough, but they could also resurrect endlessly.
Even more astonishing was the fact that their bodies could resist soul intrusion.
Li Xun's spiritual sense was not weak among cultivators of his level, but attempting to soul-search even two Otherworldly Demons was beyond him.
Only Huang Xi could ensure nothing went wrong.
"You— you dare!"
The leading Otherworldly Demon's dark-golden pupils shrank violently.
He instinctively stepped back half a pace, a flicker of fear appearing in his expression.
To them, the beings of this world possessed far too many strange and incomprehensible methods.
Soul-searching was one of the most terrifying.
"Annoying."
Huang Xi snorted.
She pointed a finger—
A streak of divine light shot out.
Boom!
The demon's body exploded instantly, leaving only a single head in her grasp.
Vast spiritual sense surged out from her, sweeping through the demon's sea of consciousness.
In just a short moment, she had learned everything she needed.
Crack
Huang Xi closed her fingers.
The demon's head shattered into powder.
And just as he was about to resurrect, Huang Xi flicked a wisp of divine flame outward.
The flames wrapped around him and the remaining Otherworldly Demons, burning them all into ash.
Even if these demons could revive endlessly, before the power of a Saint King, it was meaningless.
The difference in strength was simply too vast—like an ant facing a celestial dragon.
A single breath from the dragon could kill the ant tens of thousands of times.
"Master, I found it."
Huang Xi held several storage rings in her hand and respectfully presented them to Li Xun.
"Oh?"
Li Xun raised an eyebrow and accepted them, placing them into a brocade bag.
At this point, he had far too many storage rings.
His ten fingers could no longer hold them all, so he could only store them for later.
Once he left the Abyssal Demons' Burial, he would examine them one by one and see what treasures he had gained from this expedition.
After putting the rings away, Li Xun asked:
"Where did they cross over from?"
"From our current position… around ten thousand li further south…"
Huang Xi said solemnly.
Where they stood now was merely the outer region of the Abyssal Demons' Burial, yet even here, they had encountered lingering obsessions of Otherworldly Demons who died in ages past.
Going ten thousand li deeper…
No one could say what terrifying things they might encounter.
After all, in many ways, the Abyssal Demons' Burial itself was an extremely dreadful forbidden zone.
In its core region existed beings not inferior to Quasi-Emperors, and perhaps even Emperors.
Entering such a place with only a single Saint King… was practically suicide.
"Master… should we still go?" Huang Xi asked softly.
"Of course we're going." Li Xun replied calmly.
"Why wouldn't we?"
Although the Abyssal Demons Burial was dangerous, since he had already come here, Li Xun had no reason to leave so easily.
He was genuinely curious—what exactly existed in the depths of the Abyssal Demons Burial?
Even more importantly, there might be Blood Essence Stones within the Abyssal Demons Burial.
And he just so happened to lack Blood Essence Stones.
On the outer perimeter alone, Blood Essence Stones close to the lower grade had appeared. His intuition told him that deeper inside the Abyssal Demons Burial, there might be middle-grade, high-grade, or even peak-grade Blood Essence Stones!
"Alright, I will go with Master," Huang Xi said with a bright smile, not bothering to ask why.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, once again stepped deeper into the Abyssal Demons Burial. Before long, their figures vanished into a stretch of black fog.
At the same time, in the Xiao Clan.
Inside a grand and imposing great hall.
A man in black robes stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the void. His presence was so overwhelming it made one's heart tremble. The space around him twisted, wrapped in countless auspicious radiances.
He stood motionlessly, yet he resembled an ancient divine mountain suppressing the heavens and earth, exuding an innate majesty without anger. In his eyes, cold light flickered endlessly.
"I wonder how far the Spirit Clan's few Daoist friends have progressed in their preparations," the black-robed man murmured.
This person was none other than the Xiao Clan's Patriarch—Xiao Tianzheng.
A cold wind blew past, making Xiao Tianzheng's robes flutter, adding an unseen aura of killing intent. A chilling, bone-piercing cold spread out—this was a type of Taiyin Force, one of the most primordial energies originating from the Taiyin Divine Mansion.
It was said to be a cultivation technique used by beings of the Immortal Realm, terrifying in its might—no weaker than the Imperial Scriptures of this world.
By rights, Xiao Tianzheng should not have been able to cultivate it.
But he had a good son—Xiao Chen, the most dazzling genius of the Taiyin Divine Mansion.
Because of his son, he received this rare privilege and was allowed to cultivate Taiyin Divine Mansion techniques even before becoming a Saint.
With this cultivation technique, his foundation had grown incomparably terrifying—he could step into Sainthood at any moment!
"With Saints of my clan and Saints of the Spirit Clan present, it should be foolproof," Xiao Tianzheng whispered, though his brows furrowed slightly.
"But I don't know why… I keep having a very bad feeling."
The stronger a cultivator was, the sharper their intuition. At the level of an Emperor, anyone harboring killing intent toward him—no matter how far away—would cause an instinctive reaction.
As for those even more terrifying than Emperors… It was rumored that simply mentioning their name, even across worlds, would make them aware of it.
Xiao Tianzheng was neither immortal nor emperor, not even a Saint yet—but he trusted his intuition. His instincts never lied.
If he felt an ominous premonition, then something must have gone wrong.
He just wasn't yet sure what exactly had gone wrong.
"Li Xun may have good talent, but he is merely at the Divine Palace Realm. He shouldn't be able to threaten the cooperation of two Saints. If it's not Li Xun, then could it be…"
A sharp light flashed in Xiao Tianzheng's eyes as he muttered:
"Could something have happened… inside the Abyssal Demons Burial?"
Laying an ambush for Li Xun inside the Abyssal Demons Burial was an extremely risky plan to begin with. No one could be sure whether Li Xun would arrive first—or whether the terrifying beings within the Abyssal Demons Burial would find the ambushers first.
If, by chance, before Li Xun arrived, the two Saints who had gone inside had provoked some terrifying existence within the Abyssal Demons Burial…
Then both the Xiao Clan and the Spirit Clan would have lost both their bride and their troops—a total catastrophe.
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