Chapter 1022

"Bewildering Demon Realm?"

The faces of the few people all changed; it seemed there was a great trial here, and someone might well perish.

"Haha, everyone, congratulations on entering the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion. But how could my, Ni Yang's, treasures be so easy to obtain? This place is the outermost Bewildering Immortal Realm of the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion—of course, for you it might be better called the Bewildering Demon Realm. If you want the immortal artifacts and treasures, then survive the Bewildering Demon Realm. Of course… you have no choice in the matter. Once you enter, life and death are not yours to control!"

There were still many words on that stone stele, seemingly explaining the danger level of the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion. Clearly, even those fated ones who obtained the jade sword could encounter all manner of dangers here and perish as a result.

Succeed, obtain the magic treasure; fail, and die.

One cannot retreat, nor is there any way to retreat.

Bewildering Demon Realm?

Whether it was Qing Long, Yida, Yan Mo, or Qin Yu, all of them showed a solemn expression, while Jiang Lier alone looked calm.

Just then, a soft, melodious voice rose up, but very quickly it became like a wronged woman weeping—low, hoarse, and rasping.

Hearing such a voice, people like Qing Long and Qin Yu could not help but feel a sorrowful ache in their hearts, and tears streamed from their eyes.

Qin Yu clenched his fists tight, beads of sweat seeping out on his forehead. He felt the voice was extremely strange—it could make one's heart ache with grief—and even though he knew it was the voice causing it, he still could not control his own heart.

Too sorrowful, far too sorrowful.

He could not help wanting to weep aloud.

Jiang Lier, beside Qin Yu, had her eyes light up instead.

As for Fang Yu, his expression was calm as he sized up these fellows who had already begun to weep.

Cultivate, cultivate—and yet, having cultivated all the way to the Empty Darkness stage, they still cannot resist this kind of voice. They really are a bit weak.

Fang Yu felt that Wan Luo, who had no presence whatsoever in the Yuhua Sect, if he were to arrive here, a single strike of the Seven Emotions Giant Palm Seal could probably kill all these fellows in an instant.

The path of cultivation in this world is indeed a little strange. Even when their cultivation base reaches such a level, a person has at most one or two Natal Divine Abilities. If there is no method among those Natal Divine Abilities to boost spiritual power, then one is controlled.

This sorrowful sound is still manageable now, but if in a moment the voice changes into a sound of slaughter, these fellows will probably start fighting among themselves.

Just as Fang Yu was thinking, the voice here truly changed—like ten thousand horses galloping, like a battlefield of slaughter. The entire Bewildering Demon Realm was suffused with a thick aura of killing intent: either you die, or I perish!

That life-and-death slaughter completely entered everyone's mind.

"Ah, kill, kill, kill!"

The Three-Eyed Old Demon suddenly let out a shriek and ran madly toward the south, his eyes blood-red, still shouting at his mouth, as if he had encountered something utterly terrifying.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A frenzied roar rang out, and another person had completely fallen into demonic madness.

This person was… the Purple-Haired Prison King, Yida.

One could see Yida howling, attacking wildly, and once again charging off toward the south.

"Damn it, they all deserve to die!"

The First Prince Di Long of the Nine Shades Palace also went mad, the energy within his body surging completely, while his lips turned black.

He had fallen into demonic madness.

This cultivator of the Nine Shades Palace had directly fallen into demonic madness.

"No, no one can be my opponent—no one!"

Another great roar rang out—it was the Palace Master of the Azure Dragon Palace, Qing Long, who had also fallen into demonic madness.

"What is there for me to fall into demonic madness over? Nothing, not in the slightest."

Fang Yu looked Qin Yu over. He could see that Qin Yu's expression was extremely solemn, his face covered in sweat, as if he were resisting the sound of slaughter with great difficulty. In the end, his emotions instead calmed down.

His life had been lived well; there was not the slightest need for him to fall into demonic madness.

When he was young, his dantian had problems and he could not cultivate, but his father-king and his elder and second brothers all treated him very well.

After growing up, he obtained the Meteor Tears, and then met Immortal Fang Yu, successfully breaking through to the External Innate stage. Then, under the supreme-grade spirit artifact forged by the immortal, he wiped out the Chu Dynasty in one stroke and established the Qin Dynasty.

Later on, his realm kept breaking through; he cultivated the Stellar Transformations, traveled abroad to train, and cultivated a perfect nebula. He also met Miss Jiang Lier here at the bottom of the sea—this was a heaven-sent fate.

With all that life had given him, where was the need to fall into demonic madness, into slaughter?

And so Qin Yu awoke.

"In this life of mine, there is simply no need to fall into demonic madness!"