My Informative Cultivation Life

"So it's you two!" the powerhouses from the various worlds looked over, brows slightly furrowing.

"What, not happy to see us?" the Huayuan Sect Elders stroked their beards and cast a sidelong glance at everyone.

"Since you're here, take a seat. Let's discuss the matters regarding the alliance leader together," the Red Dust Immortal of the Yin Tribe said in a low voice.

"Lord, come, let's sit here," the Huayuan Sect Elders said with a sycophantic smile, looking at a spot and gesturing to Yang Ji.

Lord?

Upon hearing this title, the gathered Red Dust Immortals couldn't help but show a change in expression, their gazes turning towards Yang Ji with curiosity.

This remarkable-looking young man was the lord of those two sleazy fellows?

For a moment, almost everyone's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

What kind of odd combination was this?

However, after briefly taking measure, the crowd withdrew their gazes.

"Today, the Red Dust Immortals of the various worlds and powers have gathered together. Let's cut to the point. To prevent the forces of the Taichu World from seeking revenge afterward, we should act together. We visit each sect one by one. That way, if they seek accountability afterward, they can't blame it on any one power, leaving them unable to voice their grievances. Even if they're angry, they wouldn't dare to take action against our entire alliance," said the Red Dust Immortal of the Immortal Clan.

Yang Ji understood immediately upon hearing this.

The powers of the Myriad Realms were still afraid of the masters of the Taichu World settling scores after the fall. They wanted to stir the muddy water together, following the 'big pot rice' tactic—safe, with the pressure shared among many.

"Brother Yu is right, but we still need a powerful and highly respected individual to lead the action. We are willing to honor him as the alliance leader!" declared a Red Dust Immortal from the Divine King World, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Alliance leader? Surely only my lord is worthy of this title!" the Huayuan Sect Elders chuckled.

"Your lord? I doubt he's qualified!" A Red Dust Immortal from the Holy Race suddenly challenged Yang Ji. The Holy Sword, imbued with a terrifying Immortal Technique, transformed into a ray of Holy Light that instantaneously appeared in front of Yang Ji's forehead.

The Huayuan Sect Elders chuckled, but the pupils of the rest of the crowd sharply constricted.

All they saw was Yang Ji extending two fingers like lightning, catching the Holy Sword from Sheng Yuan and blocking the strike empowered with a dreadful Immortal Technique.

Such an effortless deflection of the attack was overwhelming to the onlookers—it was well known that Yang Ji was but an Eight Tribulations Immortal, while Sheng Yuan was a Late Stage True Immortal.

The gulf between their realms was vast, yet he managed to block the sword, a feat far from ordinary.

Instantly, all the Red Dust Immortals present focused their attention on Yang Ji.

Divine thoughts roamed, attempting to peer into his secrets.

"This person is merely an Eight Tribulations Immortal. How can he be so formidable? Our clan's supreme secret techniques can't even see through him," a powerful Divine King from the Divine King World remarked, his countenance changing.

"This person is extraordinary. No wonder the Huayuan Sect Elders are willing to submit to him as their master. He indeed has some tricks up his sleeve," commented a Red Dust Immortal from the War Heaven World, squinting his eyes.

"Hahaha, my apologies for the offense. I hadn't expected Brother Dao to be so strong. I, Sheng Yuan, am impressed and would honor Brother Dao as the alliance leader!" To everyone's surprise, Sheng Yuan sheathed his sword and laughed cordially.

"With Brother Dao's remarkable strength, we too are willing to honor you as the alliance leader!" All at once, the Red Dust Immortals from various powers exchanged glances and began to voice their support.

"..." The Huayuan Sect Elders looked at each other, taken aback by the turn of events. They sneaked closer and whispered quietly, "Something's off, something's off. Why are these guys suddenly so agreeable? They usually mock and scorn us, calling us scum. Something's not right today..."

Their shifty eyes gleamed with speculation.

"Lord, this might be a trap. Don't agree to it!"

"Indeed, it's a trap! They do not wish to be the leaders, so they seek someone to take on the karmic responsibility," Yang Ji said slowly.

"Gosh darn it! A bunch of old bullies, so that's what they're up to!" The Huayuan Sect Elders were so angry that their beards curled upwards, ready to blow up, but Yang Ji held them back.

"I will take on the role of alliance leader! I have a suggestion: although we originally planned to rob the Taichu World, it carries considerable risks. Why not wait until the Heavenly Demon attacks the Taichu World, and while their rear is empty, we strike together and raid their lair? The Heavenly Demon is very wealthy, and we'll be making a fortune from this haul!" Yang Ji spoke calmly.

"Raid the Heavenly Demon's lair?" The Red Dust Immortals from the forces all looked at each other in shock, scrutinizing the proposal.
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Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous blast tore through the sky, and the earth seemed to split apart, as if billions of volcanoes erupted simultaneously. Everyone felt the ground shake, and the sturdy palace was violently ripped open by a powerful force.

It was as if they were tearing through a fragile piece of tofu or soft rice paper, effortlessly.

What happened?

Under the drive of a terrifying force, the surroundings shook violently. Even the Red Dust Immortals, who possessed almost divine powers, turned pale, passively enduring this fearsome power and looking up in shock at the shattered ceiling.

"Insolent fools, daring to harbor ill intent towards my Heavenly Demon Clan. Do you not know that the forces of the Myriad Realms are in alliance with my Heavenly Demon Clan this time?"

Boom!

An endless force erupted, and amidst the chilling cries of killing, a plume of demon light, like a divine sword piercing the heavens, descended from above, aiming straight for Yang Ji.

Rumble!

The explosion was deafening, the blinding demon light growing stronger, twisting the very fabric of space, possessing the demonic power to evaporate everything, rampantly destroying all in its path.