Chapter 321: Demon Lord Arrives at Wuji Hall

With the First Disciples each engaging in battle, the predicament of Wuji Hall was momentarily relieved, yet the whereabouts of that masked person remained unknown, leaving Hanyang at a loss for how to respond.

Hanyang dared not leave his post; if that person were to seize the opportunity to break into Wuji Hall, would that not be a disaster?

Outside the hall, the roars of the Demon Race echoed one after another, and in the direction of the training grounds, Witchcraft was being unleashed incessantly, creating utter chaos; by comparison, Lingxiang's composure appeared somewhat out of place.

Long Qi did not know what was wrong with Lingxiang; thinking back carefully, she had seemed a bit off for a long time, yet he could not put his finger on exactly what was wrong.

Although her words remained the same as before, there was much in her eyes that was different from the past.

Just as Long Qi was feeling perplexed, a black figure descended from the sky; even though the sky was as dark as night, it was still impossible to ignore.

"You have finally come," Lingxiang said in a low voice.

That night, the Dust-Peering Mirror revealed its divine power, and Lingxiang happened to see it; she did not know if the Dust-Peering Mirror had done so intentionally, nor did she know why it had given such a sign, but it was precisely then that Lingxiang connected everything that had happened before.

That was why she could watch everything before her with such composure.

Previously, when at Ding'anju, the Eternal Firmament had revealed the human world of a hundred days later to Lingxiang; at that time, she had no idea why the Eternal Firmament had done such a thing. And Wuwei Laozu, who had always remained in seclusion, had also appeared suddenly at that time; now it seemed that these two things were inevitably linked.

According to what Lingxiang knew, Wuwei Laozu could have ascended to the Immortal Realm many years ago, yet he had hidden himself for years; now that he had emerged, he would face the Thunder Tribulation, but he had chosen to do so, which made one ponder the deep meaning behind it.

Furthermore, the Demon Lord was not one to let things go, yet after his defeat thirteen years ago, he had remained quietly in Manzhou and never again invaded the human world; it stood to reason that this was because he feared Wuwei Laozu. Now that the Old Ancestor was undergoing his tribulation to ascend, the Demon Lord no longer had anyone to fear, which was why this calamity had occurred; this explanation made sense.

Yet what Lingxiang could not fathom was why the Demon Lord would fear Wuwei Laozu? If he truly feared him, he would not have caused Yuanqing to suffer such heavy losses back then.

What was the reason behind all this?

Lieyang Zhenren had visited suddenly and once said that the Old Ancestor had given prior instructions, which was why the Dust-Peering Mirror had to be taken away from Yuanqing; and when at Ding'anju, Bai Wuchang had said that his target was Lingxiang. Lingxiang thus deduced that the Demon Lord's goal this time, besides herself, was the Dust-Peering Mirror.

But what Lingxiang did not understand was, as a member of the Demon Race, what use would the Demon Lord have for the Dust-Peering Mirror?

The Demon Race could not use Spirit Treasures like the Dust-Peering Mirror.

Forget it, forget it; matters had reached this point, and since she could not stop it, she could only plan for the future.

Whether it was Luoli or Long Qi, Lingxiang did not know if her plans were correct, but there was truly no other way at the moment; the Demon Lord was already right before her eyes.

In Lingxiang's view, she was not a person with great ambitions, nor would she concern herself with the common people or the fate of the world; what she had pursued from childhood to adulthood now seemed to be nothing more than an act of spite.

Yet there were things one must do and things one must not do; even if she were but an ant, she had to do something for this human world.

The masked Demon Lord was dressed in black, his presence overbearing; even Lingxiang felt suppressed, but she could not show fear.

Although Long Qi was exhausted and his vision was even blurring, he still shielded Lingxiang behind him, but the Demon Lord seemed not to take him seriously; with just a flick of his finger, Long Qi was sent flying, crashing heavily against the railing to the side.

Seeing Long Qi fly off, Lingxiang was still somewhat worried, but she only glanced at him briefly before looking back at the Demon Lord.

"You have gone to such great lengths to repeatedly invade Yuanqing; what exactly is your intention?"

The Demon Lord glanced at Lingxiang, who was blocking his path, and the sharpness in his eyes softened significantly, but he did not answer Lingxiang's question, only saying calmly:

"You have grown up."

Lingxiang felt as if she were bathed in a spring breeze, and the voice sounded very familiar, yet she could not recall for a moment where she had heard it.

And Hanyang, who was guarding the entrance to Wuji Hall, was stunned at this moment.

This voice, is it not...

But before Hanyang could think deeply, the Demon Lord stepped past Lingxiang and walked straight toward him. Hanyang's expression tightened; he drew his sword and formed a seal, and streaks of blue flame appeared in response to the seal, spraying toward the Demon Lord.

He absolutely could not let the Demon Lord enter Wuji Hall!

The raging flames instantly engulfed the Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord's pace did not stop; he walked forward calmly, wrapped in the intense fire. In just a moment, those flames began to freeze, from top to bottom, imprisoning the Demon Lord within.

This should be able to hold him back!

Hanyang thought this, but things went contrary to his wishes. The ice and fire, which looked like a sculpture, now emitted a cracking sound—tinkling and popping—which was quite pleasant to the ear.

Hanyang was greatly alarmed and hurriedly formed another seal with his fingers; it was at this moment that the ice sculpture suddenly exploded, a blast of air scattering in all directions, with shards of ice spraying out along with it.

The Demon Lord was unscathed, but Hanyang was knocked back several feet by the blast of air.

"You have made some progress; in time, you will be able to handle things on your own."

The Demon Lord's words were light and casual, as if he did not care at all about the Witchcraft just now, and in his tone, he seemed to be full of praise for Hanyang, as if he were Hanyang's master.

At this moment, Lingxiang was also greatly alarmed; she knew Hanyang's cultivation techniques better than anyone. This Witchcraft was identical to the Ice-Sun Palm; it appeared to freeze the body but was exceptionally scorching, yet the Demon Lord was completely unaffected by it. Moreover, Hanyang's flame-ice was very resilient and could not be broken by ordinary force, yet the Demon Lord had neutralized it with ease.

What kind of cultivation must this be!

Lingxiang knew the Demon Lord was powerful, but she did not know just how powerful. In the past, relying on her frequent travels through Chenjian, she had prided herself on being knowledgeable, but today, seeing the Demon Lord, she realized how shallow she was.

Never mind his cultivation; even this aura of his was something Lingxiang had never seen before.

The supreme ruler of the human world, even with all his grandeur, would likely be no more than this, yet compared to the Demon Lord, it was like a drop in the ocean.

That aura, as if he had come from purgatory to look down upon the world, was something even Lingxiang, who had read through the entire Langhuan Pavilion, could not find any words to describe.

Seeing that the Demon Lord's footsteps were not hindered, Hanyang knew he could not possibly be his opponent, but even so, he could not let him step into Wuji Hall.

Hanyang formed hand seals again, using all his strength to unleash every technique he knew. However, the Demon Lord merely paused his steps, not even moving his sleeves, as if he were testing Hanyang's power and did not take any of it to heart at all.

After a barrage of attacks, Hanyang finally ran out of strength; he had not expected that, having exhausted his life's learning, he would not even be able to harm the Demon Lord in the slightest; he was truly at his wit's end.

The Demon Lord paused for a moment, and seeing that Hanyang was helpless, the Demon Lord just glanced at him before stepping toward the interior of Wuji Hall once again.

It was at this moment that a flame surged out from within Wuji Hall; this time, the Demon Lord actually retreated into the courtyard to dodge it.