Chapter 313: The First Emergence of Immortals and Demons

Earth, once a remote planet, is now the absolute core of the Newborn Realm Alliance.

In the command center, the air is filled with a blend of caffeine and energy drink aromas.

Zhang Mei sits with her legs crossed, leaning back in an ergonomic chair, while a dozen or so light screens hover before her.

Opposite the screens, diverse cosmic beings wait anxiously.

There are angels whose bodies blaze with holy flame, silicon‑based lifeforms composed of data streams, and an interstellar merchant with an octopus head.

"World A‑37, Luminous Scripture restoration plan, price three thousand units of Source of Creation, payment over five hundred years, ten percent down," Zhang Mei's voice is crisp and efficient, without a hint of feeling, "If you agree, imprint your world's will onto this Fundamental Law of Freedom and Order. If you refuse, the next one."

The Archangel opened his mouth as if to bargain, but upon meeting Zhang Mei's "stop talking or get lost" gaze, he obediently bowed his head and pressed a light feather onto the virtual law contract.

Li Hu stood on the other side, where a massive sand table simulated numerous cross‑dimensional "public security wars".

He had just finished an "armed debt collection" against an insect race civilization that refused to "pay rent," and the battle damage report showed zero losses.

Wang Zhitao's projection let out a belch, licked his lips with satisfaction, and casually tossed the energy crystal formed from the insect hive into his mouth like a candy bean.

Amid this thriving "commercial" atmosphere, Wang Zhize's gaze fell on an inconspicuous "bad node" on the cosmic topology map.

Nine Profound Realm.

A vast xianxia world beyond imagination.

From Wang Zhize's "admin perspective," the world's core essence resembles a cheese riddled with countless holes, while innumerable black‑red "demonic Qi" act like malignant code, frenetically eroding and rewriting the world's fundamental laws.

The Dao of Immortals is dim as a dying candle in the wind, whereas the Dao of Demons proliferates barbarically like a virus.

"A perfect model room."

Wang Zhize's will crystallized into a command and was issued instantly.

"Li Hu, Lawbreaker Legion's 1st, 3rd, and 5th detachments, deploy to Nine Profound Realm. Mission: eradicate anomalous law contamination, establish grassroots order, support friendly forces. Turn this place into a model world for the Anti‑Void Unified Front."

"Yes, boss!"

Li Hu's spirit surged, a blood‑thirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

Peace has lasted too long; even the bones are about to rust.

Nine Profound Realm.

Nine Profound Sect, the final holy ground of the Dao of Immortals.

The Mountain Guard Array's light dimmed, trembling on the brink of collapse. Below the mountain, a black, oppressive demonic cultivation army swarmed like ants, exuding nauseating blood and resentment.

Sect Master Xuanqing True Person, hair disheveled and blood spilling from his mouth, had just sacrificed five hundred years of his lifespan to unleash the sect's final Forbidden Secret Art—a distress signal to the unseen beyond.

He does not know what it will summon.

Perhaps an even more terrifying evil demon.

But this is the only hope.

Suddenly, the sky above the Nine Profound Sect was ripped open without warning, a black, smooth fissure resembling absolute void.

It is not a spatial rift.

Spatial rifts are violent and chaotic.

This opening, however, resembles a precisely cut door, its edges smooth with no energy leaking.

Xuanqing True Person was stunned.

He had imagined divine troops descending from the heavens, golden light blazing; he had imagined celestial boats and treasure rafts, auspicious clouds gathering.

He had never imagined a scene like this… an incomprehensible sight.

Squads of soldiers clad in dark‑gold full armor marched in unison, emerging from the "door."

They exhibited no magical aura, no surging qi, not even a hint of soul. They resembled cold humanoid machines, their weapons oddly shaped, flashing a rational, pure light that did not belong to this world.

Li Hu led the front, his battle armor helmet retracting automatically to reveal a weather‑worn face.

He raised his hand, and the tactical terminal on his wrist emitted a beam that instantly scanned the entire battlefield.

【Environmental analysis… detected high‑concentration, highly corrosive negative energy field, defined as 'demonic Qi'.】

【Law model analysis… severe distortion detected, logical chain broken, entropy abnormally elevated.】

【Warning: 'demonic Qi' contains potent mental contamination and law assimilation protocols; standard energy shield efficiency reduced by 73.5%.】

Li Hu frowned.

"Interesting, native virus?"

At that moment, a crimson throne rose slowly among the demonic cultivation army below the mountain.

On the throne, the Blood Demon Ancestor sneered, sensing the pure, unfamiliar energy of those "extraterrestrial visitors".

What a potent tonic that is!

"Jie jie jie… blood feast from the heavens! Minions, set the Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Immortal Array for the Ancestor, turning these lost lambs into our provisions!"

Buzz—!

Tens of thousands of demonic cultivators simultaneously activated demonic power; in an instant, the heavens darkened, the earth dimmed, ghosts wailed and gods roared.

A massive array composed of endless resentful souls and blood‑fury energy formed a sky‑covering blood maw that lunged at the Lawbreaker Legion.

Xuanqing True Person's face turned deathly pale, shouting hoarsely, "Watch out! That's…"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Li Hu simply lifted his head coldly.

"Activate Law Deflection Shield, switch to Concept Purification mode."

"All units, initiate Anti‑Meme Pollution protocol."

"Analysis Team, give me the underlying logic of this demonic sigil within ten seconds!"

An invisible positional field unfurled instantly.

That crimson demonic Qi, capable of instantly melting an immortal's body and devouring a deity's soul, upon touching the field, seemed to encounter a natural predator.

The bloody light was decomposed, deflected, and filtered.

Those shrill shrieks of vengeful souls were automatically translated into a string of meaningless noise inside the soldiers' helmets, tagged as "spam," and cleared with one click.

What was more, a small probe popped out from the shoulder of one Lawbreaker soldier's battle armor, shot directly into the demonic array, and began frantically extracting data.

【Collecting 'demonic Qi' samples…】

【Sample analysis complete… Energy composition: resentment force 34%, life force negative conversion 27%, law fragments 19%…】

【Generating targeted patch for 'Law Corrector'…】

【Patch generation complete, designated 'Blood Demon Bane 1.0,' distributed to the entire army.】

The entire process took less than three seconds.

The ferocious grin on the Blood Demon Ancestor's face froze.

His "Myriad Demons Devouring Immortals Array"—the ultimate weapon he prided himself on, the one that had annihilated who-knows-how-many immortal sects—at this moment was like a clown performing energetically, while the other side could not even be bothered to glance at it, calmly… analyzing its composition?

This was a humiliation more wounding than contempt.

"Fire."

Li Hu ordered coldly.

The next second, over a thousand Lawbreaker soldiers simultaneously raised the "Law Rifles" in their hands.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no multicolored spells.

Only streaks of pure white light, as if capable of correcting every error in the world, silently shot into the demonic array.

The demonic cultivators struck by the light beams did not explode, did not turn to ash.

They simply… "vanished."

As if a "1" had been erased from their very existence, reduced to "0."

Their demonic Qi, their resentment, their twisted life forms, were forcibly "restored" to the most basic energy particles, dissipating into the air.

"No… impossible! What kind of sorcery is this!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor let out a shriek of terror.

Atop the mountain, Perfected True Man Xuanqing had gone completely catatonic.

He watched those heavenly soldiers, watched them use a method he could not comprehend at all, "cleaning up" those fiends that had driven him to despair for a thousand years.

He suddenly realized that what he had begged for was not reinforcements.

It was gods.

Or rather… something higher than gods.

Meanwhile, at the Core of the "Realm of Rebirth."

Wang Zhitao's enormous body rolled over, smashing several newly born stars.

His nose twitched, and drool flowed from the corners of his mouth, which were wider than the Milky Way.

"Brother…"

"That place called the 'Nine Profound Realm'… smells like spicy numbing roasted brain flower, so fragrant…"

Wang Zhitao did not respond to him.

His gaze pierced through Li Hu's battlefield, pierced through the terrified Blood Demon Ancestor, and landed in the deepest reaches of the Nine Profound Realm—within that absolute dark void where even demonic Qi dared not approach.

There, a will billions of times more ancient and powerful than the Blood Demon Ancestor was slowly awakening.

It felt no anger, no surprise.

Only a cold, hungry… curiosity.

Like a slumbering behemoth that had discovered a novel, never-before-seen fresh food that had wandered into its lair.

"Interesting."

A ripple stirred in Wang Zhitao's consciousness.

"Not a remnant of the Void Web, but a native ultimate virus that this world 'pathologically' produced on its own…"

"Perfect. I'll use it to give Li Hu and the others a deep stress test."