Chapter 400: Secret Realm of Vast Demon Mountain

Speaking of the Purple Robe True Lord, Yunhe has already had several encounters with her; they aren't exactly close, but at least they aren't strangers.

As for the remaining few—Burden Mountain Daoist, Yellow Sand Old Monster, and Secluded Orchid Hermit—they are renowned mid-stage Yuan Ying cultivators, and the forces they represent need no further mention.

As for Yunhe, an early-stage Yuan Ying cultivator participating in this matter, although some felt a bit surprised, given what Yunhe has accomplished lately—especially slaying the Extreme Joy Old Ancestor—no one said anything.

On the contrary, they all greeted his arrival, showing him full respect.

"Fellow Daoists, I am fortunate to undertake this task with you; I hope we can unite our efforts and see it through to completion."

The Burden Mountain Daoist, who looked tall and thin and wore a light blue Daoist robe, bowed calmly and said.

It was clear that the temporary team of Yunhe and the four others had the Burden Mountain Daoist of the Grand Mystery Orthodox Unity Sect temporarily taking charge.

No one had any objections.

After all, this isn't exactly a pleasant task.

At the same time, towering formations emitting a strange aura rose up, resembling black mist.

"Secluded Orchid Daoist, your words make sense; regarding Cangmo Mountain and the Ancient Abyss Clan Secret Realm, I will explain everything to you fellow Daoists along the way."

The Yellow Sand Old Monster, looking like a handsome young man, gazed at the duster flying in the Burden Mountain Daoist's hand ahead and couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

It can be said.

"Among the Abyss Clan's sacrifices are those skilled in divination; no wonder the Grand Mystery Orthodox Unity Sect's Heaven-Concealing Duster lets us pass through the battlefield unnoticed."

On such a battlefield, Yuan Ying cultivators are not the main force; Golden Core cultivators are the backbone.

After passing through the battlefield.

Once the Human Cultivator Alliance's massive machine starts running, with countless cultivators as parts and resources, treasures, and materials as fuel, even the Abyss Clan's full strength can only be suppressed for a time.

Within the battlefield opened by the Abyss Clan and humans in the Demon Realm, squadrons of Abyss Clan cultivators drove ferocious, evil-aura-filled Abyss Beasts to the front, establishing rows of dark fortress-like camps at one end.

Yunhe and the others faced no obstruction, heading straight for Cangmo Mountain.

After coordination and integration, the fighting power unleashed by the human cultivators remained very strong.

Especially recently.

"The Black Abyss Mist has already spread here." Secluded Orchid Hermit frowned and said.

At this point, the Abyss Clan battlefield is essentially a giant meat grinder; even a Yuan Ying cultivator who goes in will at least lose a layer of skin.

"The 'Heaven-Concealing' name is an exaggeration; after this use, the treasure needs at least seven days to recover before it can be used again."

In Yunhe's view, as long as the five of them don't scheme against or attack each other in the end, it counts as a successful cooperation.

Besides Yunhe, they are all mid-stage Yuan Ying cultivators, each backed by respectable forces; trying to fully unify them is nearly impossible.

But, amid great danger naturally come great rewards.

In this situation, Yunhe and the five others concealed themselves with secret techniques and slipped silently past both battlefields.

"We shouldn't delay; shall we talk on the way?" Secluded Orchid Hermit said.

Meanwhile, opposite the Abyss Clan, the human cultivators' array was no less impressive: towering formations rose, with misty radiance flowing over them, and countless Spirit Stones at this moment seemed like useless stones, laid out as much as possible.

In the Demon Realm.

Although this integration took a long time and even now cannot be considered fully complete, even this much is enough to resist the Abyss Clan in the short term.

In a certain forest at the mountain's base.

On this battlefield, it's basically a small skirmish every three days and a major battle every five, each inevitably causing many cultivator or Abyss Clan casualties.

Moreover, small-scale skirmishes over outposts occur constantly.

Moreover, facing the pressure from human cultivators, the Abyss Clan side shows no intention of retreating at all.

A vast mountain is shrouded in hazy black mist, faintly visible under the moonlight.

Of course, nothing is absolute; occasionally a Yuan Ying cultivator or a Fourth Level Abyss Clan cultivator falls, and whenever this happens, the side that slays the enemy's high-level cultivator inevitably gains a great boost in morale.

Furthermore, various birds, beasts, demonic creatures, and insect mystic arts circle above the camp, constantly monitoring the Abyss Clan's movements.

The Burden Mountain Daoist still wore a composed expression, speaking lightly:

Thus, the five turned into five streaks of light and fled from Grand Mystery City.

However, for future cooperation, the five still symbolically got to know each other briefly and tentatively assigned their respective duties.

"Good."

Moreover, Yuan Ying cultivators mostly engage in one-on-one fights with Fourth Level Abyss Clan cultivators, but in most cases it is relatively rare to see a Yuan Ying cultivator fall.

The Secluded Orchid Hermit appears as a middle-aged beautiful woman; her words seem to carry a special power that can calm the heart.

After all, it is a treasure capable of evading the divine sense of even a late-stage Fourth Level Abyss Clan cultivator; having some limitations is therefore normal.

Under the command of a unified order, large numbers of Golden Core cultivators released joint techniques that even Yuan Ying cultivators dared not confront directly.

Everyone had no objections.

Moreover, a single black crow circled above the camp, seemingly to prevent human cultivators from sneaking attacks.

Abyss Clan battlefield.

"This isn't the true Black Abyss Mist; it's merely like those special formations in the Abyss Clan camp on the battlefield, a temporary black mist." The Burden Mountain Daoist's eyes flickered with a faint light as he said.

Yunhe's eyes likewise glimmered faintly, and he nodded in agreement.

"In that case, do we have no choice but to force an attack?" the Purple Robe True Lord frowned and said in a low voice.

"But I always feel there might be an ambush."

The Yellow Sand Old Monster also spoke up.

The black mist and formations shroud them, leaving them completely unaware of the situation in Cangmo Mountain at this moment.

"This expedition was never meant to be secret."

As the Purple Robe True Lord spoke, he stepped forward, his gaze suddenly turning sharp, sword intent bursting forth, ready to draw his sword and cleave that formation.

"No need."

Suddenly.

A voice came from behind them.

Then they saw.

Terrifying demonic qi came, nearly blotting out the sun.

A middle-aged cultivator in a black fur robe came forward with his hands behind his back, staring at the black mist that shrouded the whole Cangmo Mountain, and said lightly:

"I will help you break this place; you just need to seize the opportunity."

Rakshasa Old Devil!

Seeing the newcomer who did not conceal his aura, Yunhe and the others all straightened their faces, and the Purple‑Clad True Lord also halted his motion to cleave the formation here with a single sword.

The next second.

Surging demonic qi gushed out like a tide, and within the rolling demonic qi there seemed to be a skeleton‑like demonic soldier wielding various weapons, sweeping toward the formation on Cangmo Mountain.

Boom!!!

In an instant, amid a tremendous roar as if heaven and earth were splitting, the formation on Cangmo Mountain shattered into pieces.

Swish—

A figure flew out from Cangmo Mountain, glaring angrily at Rakshasa Old Devil and shouting:

"Rakshasa Old Devil, do you really think Cangmo Mountain is your backyard, coming over and over again?!"

This person is actually a late‑Fourth‑Stage Abyssal Clan cultivator!

However, Rakshasa Old Devil didn't even glance at him, and said lightly:

"Fuluo, you're not enough; let Sang Wei come out to talk with me."

"You!"

The late‑Fourth‑Stage Abyssal Clan cultivator named Fuluo pointed at Rakshasa Old Devil, and a powerful divine sense burst forth from his body.

"Fuluo."

At this moment.

From Cangmo Mountain flew another figure—a stooped old woman holding a black cane—who called out to Fuluo.

"Grand Priest."

Seeing the newcomer, Fuluo respectfully bowed.

Though both were late‑Fourth‑Stage Abyssal Clan cultivators, Fuluo's deep respect for this Grand Priest shows that the rank system among the Abyssal Clan is far clearer than that of human cultivators.

"Rakshasa, it seems you humans are quite confident."

Saying that, the old woman in the black robe swept her gaze over the spot where Yunhe and his five companions stood, her meaning obvious without words.

Her scarlet eyes made Yunhe and the others' hearts tighten.

It is obvious that the Abyssal Clan also knows what the human cultivators intend—to destroy the ancient Abyssal Clan secret realm they are searching for in Cangmo Mountain.

As the Wuxiang Sword Lord said.

In the eyes of both sides' high‑ranking figures, this operation is nothing less than an open, aboveboard showdown.

The contest is which side's cultivators—Abyssal or human—can gain an advantage in the secret realm, or even secure supremacy.

"Whether we're confident or not, we'll know once we fight."

Don't be fooled by Rakshasa Old Devil's calm façade; inside he's seething with anger.

It's not aimed at the Abyssal Clan, but at demonic path cultivators, or rather those of the Demonic Alliance.

This Cangmo Mountain mission takes place in the Demonic Realm—just look at who has come.

The Purple‑Clad True Lord of the Wuxiang Sword Sect, the Master Fushan of the Tai Xu Zhengyi Sect, the Old Monster Huangsha and the Recluse Youlan of Fengdu and Sijun Cities, and even Yunhe, a Nascent Soul early‑stage cultivator—yet not a single cultivator from their Demonic Sect is present.

This makes Rakshasa Old Devil wish he could go slaughter a few demonic path sects right now, just to give them a refresher on his temper.

But constrained by the bigger picture, he cannot do that.

Therefore Rakshasa Old Devil can only vent his anger on the Abyssal Clan.

After his words fell, he again stirred his demonic qi and shouted loudly at the two Abyssal cultivators:

"Come at me together!"

Hearing that, Sang Wei had not yet reacted, but Fuluo's suppressed anger exploded and he rushed forward at once.

"Rakshasa, you're too arrogant!"

But it must be admitted that Rakshasa Old Devil indeed has the capital to be arrogant—he actually managed to hold his own against two opponents for a time.

The sheer magnitude of their duel shook the universe.

"Let's go!"

Seeing Rakshasa Old Devil entangled with the two late‑Fourth‑Stage Abyssal cultivators, Master Fushan gave a low shout and then flew toward Cangmo Mountain.

Yunhe and his four companions followed closely behind.

What surprised them was that.

On the whole Cangmo Mountain, aside from Fuluo and Sang Wei—those two late‑Fourth‑Stage Abyssal cultivators—there wasn't a single other Abyssal Clan cultivator.

"Really, they've laid out their forces plainly."

Yunhe secretly sighed.

He, however, felt no pressure.

If this trip succeeds, that's best; if it fails, protecting oneself is paramount.

The way was smooth and unobstructed.

They entered the Cangmo Mountain secret realm.

(End of chapter)