Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

But it wasn't the item he needed.

He looked at the panel again.

"[Demon Emperor Seal: The bearer of this seal walks as the Demon Emperor, assuming the duty of patrol appointed by Heaven]"

"..."

Shen Yi pondered for a moment. The words "assuming the duty of patrol appointed by Heaven" struck him as odd no matter how he looked at them.

Taken literally, this was a commission from the heavens.

The question was, did the Azure Sky consent to you taking its place?

Just take the role by force, huh.

Fortunately, the rich lifeforce wasn't something he had earned with his own efforts... Easy come, easy go; losing it didn't matter much.

Shen Yi closed his eyes, and his Divine Soul seeped into the Ten Thousand Demon South Hall.

As the remaining demon lifespan suddenly dwindled significantly, a sanguine breath quietly emerged between the white fingers of Yu Lan on the Demon Palace's throne. It quickly swept out like a vortex, swiftly ravaging the entire city!

In the middle of that vortex, a square Red Jade Seal quickly took shape, as if an invisible chisel carefully carved it out, and soon, above the seal, a Blood Phoenix with spread wings took flight.

At the same time, within the illusory shadow of the Ten Thousand Demon South Hall that enveloped the Green Stone Hall, a red light also materialized, binding the entire Green Stone Palace like a prison and rapidly corrupting it!

"Heh."

Yu Lan gripped the seal, breathing heavily.

In an instant, Shen Yi's pupils dilated, and his view seemed to rise up by miles, with the entire South Flood Land appearing before his eyes!

Among this land of water, a dense mist of breath slowly meandered, as if forming a cycle.

"Is this the nature's spiritual energy of the entire Southern Hong?"

With a mere flicker of Shen Yi's spirit, he disturbed the perfect cycle abruptly.

If he chose to, he could redirect these breaths for his own use at any time!

And the magnitude of this nature's spiritual energy far surpassed the level of the Unity Realm Stage. It wasn't only beyond Heavenly Realm Perfection; even the more potent Dao Realm was no match.

A mere sacred site compared to Southern Hong, was nothing more than a shallow depression to an ocean.

How could the most exquisite technique within a snail's shell possibly compensate for such a vast numerical disparity!

Even if he was reluctant to admit it, the power he gained in exchange for ten million years of Demon Lifespan was much more valuable when used in this way...

"Hiss."

Shen Yi bit his tongue forcefully, compelling himself to stop trying to control the heavenly breath.

He wasn't blinded by such a shocking scene.

You see, Immortals have four such artifacts... well, now he supposed it was three.

And among them, Southern Hong was the least fertile.

Sure enough, the white rhinoceros in the sky opened its eyes again, a puzzled gaze sweeping over Southern Hong as if it sensed the disturbance from a moment ago.

Yet, it seemed the blood strands within the shadow of the Ten Thousand Demon South Hall obscured its vision.

The white rhinoceros watched silently for a while, shook its head, and then sank back into slumber.

"..."

Shen Yi also fell silent for a long time.

Sitting on a goldmine but unable to use it, that feeling was rather uncomfortable.

But he could only console himself.

At least he now had a means to fight for his life.

If he were really cornered, willing to risk exposure by the Immortals with a "let's die together" attitude, with this power alone, the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, Northern Dragon Palace, could not last the time it takes an incense stick to burn unless they were being lenient.

Moreover, where there's one, there's a second.

If he could control two Hongs at the same time, even the relatively barren west and south, even an Immortal might have to weigh their options, right?

Thinking this, Shen Yi's mood greatly improved, and the fatigue in his body finally felt worthwhile.

He walked slowly out of the Green Stone Palace, approaching the blurred dragon corpse, ready to collect it into his Finger Ring, but a rapid breathing sound echoed near his ear.

Shen Yi slightly lifted his gaze, only to see a graceful figure clutching her sleeves tightly not far away.

As Ji Jingxi, who had reached Union Dao over one hundred thousand years ago and was the Sect Master of the Pure Moon Sect, she hadn't shown such a demure demeanor for a long time, especially since Senior Brother Qin's demise.

She bit her red lips, her moist eyes widened with agitation, and her bosom heaved unsteadily, devoid of her former calm and cool demeanor.

"You..."

Ji Jingxi had come with the intent to rescue, even if it meant dying on the spot today, she was determined to bring Shen Yi back from the water.

Even though reason told her that, regardless of life or death, it was very difficult to accomplish anything in the presence of the South Dragon King, the thought of the sole hope of the Southern Hong Seven Sons being extinguished caused her to lose her composure.

However, no matter what, Ji Jingxi had not expected

that after racing to the Dragon Cave with all her might, she would see, without any warning, the corpse of the South Dragon King.

This cruel and cautious Great Demon, in its loss of breath, appeared so tragically disheveled, quietly sprawled in front of Shen Yi's boots, showing no signs of its former terror.

"Why has Senior Ji come?"

Shen Yi quietly put away the Dragon Corpse, feeling somewhat grateful that he had acted quickly, otherwise the recent strangeness in the Dragon Cave would have been difficult to explain if noticed by others.

At the same time, he was also a bit puzzled.

With the situation so clear now, and he had not concealed any news, why would someone at the Mid Heavenly Realm level come to join in the commotion?

"Senior?"

Hearing this address, Ji Jingxi's lips curled into a complicated smile as she stared at Shen Yi's face, "Why do I feel that I should be calling you 'senior'?"

She took a long breath and said, "Can you still not tell me your honorable title even now?"

At this moment, Ji Jingxi had completely ruled out the possibility that the other party was the reincarnation of Senior Brother Qin.

With a cultivation at the Early-stage Heavenly Realm, and in such a short time to stand in front of the Dragon Cave and slay the Dragon King, this was definitely not something her senior brother could achieve, let alone his reincarnation, even if he were to come back to life, it was unlikely.

Only a true Immortal undergoing reincarnation and trials could possibly achieve such a terrifying feat as their Sect Master Shen.

Honorable... title?

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, casting a somewhat peculiar glance over.

This Senior Ji seemed to be a bit delusional.

In the midst of their eye contact,

on another Floating Island in Southern Hong, Qi Yansheng supported Ye Jiu as they descended, standing somewhat dazedly, ready to temporarily suppress the riotous demonic power within his body.

And then, a faint wail that seemed to come from nowhere, yet echoed from all directions, reached his ears.

The sound wasn't very loud, yet it lingered like music through the beams, never ceasing.

Qi Yansheng looked up in a daze, only to see that the once-clear azure Sky Curtain had darkened considerably, as a light rain began to fall, washing away the blood scent that had been thick in the air.

The anomaly of a Heavenly Realm Demon's fall was indeed an extremely rare sight.

But perhaps he had seen too much of it recently.

Qi Yansheng was no longer struck with initial shock and confusion, but rather numbness set in as he absentmindedly stretched out his palm to catch the falling raindrops. Ye Jiu fell to the ground with a thud but did not complain, instead, opening his mouth to taste it.

The raindrops dissolved, revealing an incredible purity of nature's spiritual energy.

The fall of one whale gave life to all.

The South Dragon King was the largest of those whales in this land of water, and its demise undoubtedly brought blessings to all living beings.

"I don't understand."

Qi Yansheng turned his head to look at Ye Jiu, his voice hoarse as if it had been scorched by fire, "If there truly is such a genius in this world, why was he born in our Southern Hong Seven Sects?"

Could it be that the reason Southern Hong lacks the fate of Immortals is that all the good fortune was used to create such a fearsome creature?

Ye Jiu closed his eyes, savoring the rain, and after a long while, he cracked a dry smile.

He rarely agreed with Qi Yansheng's opinions, but this time, he had no intention of contradicting.

The only correction needed was...

"He is no prodigy."

Ye Jiu opened his eyes, and with the nourishment of the rain, he regained some strength and struggled to rise from the ground, then sat on the earth without any pretense of dignity, gasping for breath.

After a long time, he laughed hoarsely, "He is the Lord of Southern Hong."

Hearing these four words, Qi Yansheng's body trembled violently, as if being reminded, "The South Dragon King is dead, the other Lords of Hong will surely notice..."

"What does it have to do with me."

Ye Jiu wiped the blood from his face and spat out, "I can't even handle a sword well, how can I bother thinking about these things? All I know is, Nanyang is the leader of the Seven Sons, and whatever he says is undoubtedly right."