Chapter 1243

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Upon seeing Luo Qinghan and the others, the female cultivator's eyes first flashed a hint of wariness; after she made out everyone's attire and insignia, the wariness was swiftly replaced by surprise and delight: "I take it, several of you are Dao Friends from the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion?

Wonderful, a large number of cultivators have gathered up ahead, jointly resisting a group of Demon Gods — can you lend a hand?"

"Speak clearly."

Luo Qinghan said in a deep voice: "What people, what Demon Gods, where?"

The female cultivator caught her breath and spoke rapidly: "I am Ling Zhi, of the Thousand Mechanisms Valley of the Three Enclosures Star Domain.

We number about sixty-plus cultivators, from various forces of the Floating World Four Domains and the Endless Star Domain.

In that district up ahead, there is a very special place, called the 'Demon God Hunting Ground'.

It is the territory jointly occupied by over twenty Demon Gods from the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds; each Demon God has at least ten thousand years of Dao cultivation.

The one leading them calls itself 'Demon God Wan Tong'; its cultivation is at least fifty thousand years.

They have laid restrictions over the entire district; we nearly perished inside — I barely managed to escape and find people."

"Demon God Hunting Ground?"

Hundred Li Hong's eyes flashed with sharp light: "What is inside, that it's worth so many Demon Gods jointly occupying it?"

Ling Zhi hesitated for an instant, then gritted her teeth and said: "There is a tree, pitch-black all over, its crown laden with fruit.

Every single fruit emits light, and within the light complete Law Runes can be seen.

Some speculate it is the legendary 'Myriad Dao Spirit Tree' — the only place in the Eternal Night Ruins where the Great Dao Laws can manifest.

But that is not the most critical thing; the most critical is that beneath that tree there is a fissure, and within the fissure the vague outline of an intact palace can be seen.

Some suspect that place is the Eternal Night Ruins' most core 'Eternal Silence Ancient Palace', the key to the entire Eternal Night Ruins.

It is said that inside lies the Ancestral Spirit Source they all seek!"

At these words, many people's expressions changed slightly.

Luo Qinghan and Xu Zhangqing exchanged a glance.

Neither spoke, but each understood the meaning in the other's eyes.

If it truly is the Eternal Silence Ancient Palace, they must go take a look.

Not to mention, there are bound to be extraordinary good things.

The key point is, Demon God Kong Fang might be there.

"What do you think?"

"Definitely going!"

"We've come all this way~"

Hundred Li Hong and the others were all roused with interest at this moment.

Immediately, Luo Qinghan tilted her chin toward Ling Zhi: "Lead the way."

Ling Zhi nodded, turned, and led everyone back the way she had come.

Her route was not a straight line, but constantly circled in the air — clearly she already had a certain understanding of the folding patterns of this region.

After about half a two-hour period, rows of multicolored light pillars lit up in the darkness ahead.

Everyone looked closely and discovered those were the radiance erupted when cultivators' Magic Treasures and demonic arts collided.

Seeing this, the group sped up and passed through the last Space Fold; the scene before them suddenly opened wide.

Within a relatively broad area, sixty-plus cultivators had formed a crescent-shaped defensive line, layering their Divine Kingdoms, Deities, Magic Treasures, Spirit Arrays, Laws, and Divine Abilities in overlapping defenses.

Directly facing the defensive line, over twenty Demon Gods of varying body types were continuously crashing into the cultivators' camp; each impact tore open one or two defensive layers.

Although the cultivator side held the numerical advantage, the Demon Gods' side, with Dao cultivation of ten thousand years at the very least, crushed them outright; thus the battle grew increasingly fierce.

And at the deepest part of this battlefield, a pitch-black giant tree stood quietly erect.

Its tree trunk was thick as a sky-pillar, its crown covered half the vault of heaven; every branch hung with countless fruits, each fruit radiating light of different colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, white, black… lights of every color intertwined, outlining the entire tree's contour like a phantasm in a dream.

And at the tree's roots, just as Ling Zhi had said, there was a bottomless fissure, its edges flickering with faint azure light.

Through the fissure, one could vaguely see that deep within there indeed was the outline of a palace.

The palace was majestic and intact, utterly unlike the other structures in the Eternal Night Ruins.

Hundred Li Hong pointed: "Look over there."

Not far off, two cultivators were locked in desperate combat with three Demon Gods.

Among them, a male cultivator wielding a long sword was swatted flying by a claw of a Demon God covered in green scales; his Laws shattered on the spot, his Dao resonance left incomplete.

Meanwhile, a female cultivator holding a shield was desperately blocking the pincer attack of the other two Demon Gods; the defensive Spirit Patterns on her shield had already cracked and could collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, Ling Zhi's face changed at once: "That's Senior Sister Chu of the Mingxia Sect and Senior Brother Feng of the Qinghe Sword Sect — we must go help them!"

Luo Qinghan raised a hand to stop her, turned to Hundred Li Hong and said: "Fourth Junior Brother, you go."

"Hehe~"

Hundred Li Hong grinned, and White Tiger Killing Qi exploded outward.

His whole body turned into a white meteor, crashing straight into the battlefield, then a single saber strike cleaved the neck of that green-scaled Demon God, knocking it back dozens of zhang by sheer force.

Immediately after, Xu Zhangqing's Primordial Fire and Five-Color Primordial Light descended from the sky, forcing back the offensive of the other two Demon Gods, buying those two cultivators a chance to catch their breath.

The shield-wielding Chu Xinran cried out in delighted surprise: "You are…"

Without turning his head, Hundred Li Hong said: "Don't get distracted during a fight!"

However, the battle did not last too long.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, the three Demon Gods did not linger, instead each withdrawing to the Demon God camp.

Though in individual cultivation these Demon Gods crushed the vast majority of the cultivators present.

But between themselves, they were not of one mind.

As they withdrew, the three Demon Gods each opened a distance, not exchanging even a single extra glance between them, clearly guarding against the "companions" beside them.

Chu Xinran supported the injured Feng Qingyuan as they retreated to the rear, frantically feeding him pills with one hand while raising her head to thank Xu Zhangqing and the others repeatedly: "Many thanks, fellow Dao Friends, for coming to our rescue!"

May I ask who you are?

"Beidou Xianfu, Hundred Li Hong."

Hundred Li Hong slung the long blade in his hand onto his shoulder, turning to gesture toward Luo Qinghan with his chin: "That one is my Second Senior Sister, Luo Qinghan."

The one beside her is my Ninth Junior Brother, Xu Zhangqing."

As for Jin Buhuan and Mo Li, he did not introduce them.

Chu Xinran's eyes brightened, her originally somewhat ashen face turning rosy: "So, you are all direct disciples under the Great Dao Venerable!"

Both Han Yue Si Ming and Yuheng Star Lord have come?

Wonderful, I'll go tell Chu Senior right away!"

Of course, few people knew Xu Zhangqing, and he left little impression.

But mention Luo Qinghan, and everyone could immediately think of Han Yue Si Ming.

After all, this one in Beidou Xianfu could be considered near-top-tier combat power.

After Chu Xinran finished speaking, she supported Feng Qingyuan and flew hurriedly toward the center of the defensive line, her speed a bit faster than when she had been besieged by the Demon Gods earlier.

Luo Qinghan did not rush to follow, instead standing at the Outer Perimeter to survey the Yao Shen Lie Chang, her gaze sweeping over every Demon God before finally landing on a giant Demon God beneath the black Giant Tree.

That Demon God's body type was several times larger than the other Demon Gods.

Demon Gods several zhang tall before Him were like shrubs beneath the Giant Tree's feet.

And all around Him were densely packed eyes.

There were vertical pupils and round pupils.

Each blinked at a different frequency, some just opening, some half-closed.

Myriad gazes crisscrossed in the Void, and the one being watched would find the shadow beneath their feet no longer singular, but cut by countless gazes into a ground of fragmented shadows.

Each shadow faced a different direction, as if dismembered.

Obviously, that was the Demon God Wan Tong mentioned by Ling Zhi, whose cultivation exceeded fifty thousand years!