Chapter 827: Xuan Yuan Sword

Luo Qingcheng hurt them so deeply that she doesn't even know whether Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen are unwilling to see her, perhaps even hate her.

"They arrived first; they've already gone to Mo Yuan."

At this moment, Mo Yuan.

Xiao Hu lay on a tree, surrounded by bright red Magic Spirit Fruit.

In the past, Xiao Hu would certainly have been happily tasting the Magic Spirit Fruit while darting around the tree like a monkey, but now Xiao Hu rests a hand behind the head, eyes open and dazed.

Xiao Chen sits nearby, gazing at the distant scenery, occasionally turning to glance at Xiao Hu.

"Xiao Hu, are you still angry at Mother?"

Xiao Chen asked.

Xiao Hu thought for a moment, gently shook the head, "No..."

Xiao Hu just can't understand why Mother suddenly seemed like a different person.

"Xiao Chen, do you think Mother has gone to Mo Yuan?"

Xiao Chen looked at the sky, "With the Demon God Relic appearing in the world, Mother and Father Lord should both come."

Niu Mo Wang Da Shu said that all the Demon Race of Mo Yuan have guarded this relic for ten thousand years, and inside lies the Demon God Tomb, the largest divine trace on Xuanmiao Continent to date.

At that time, all major forces will rush over.

Xiao Hu fell silent after hearing that.

He still doesn't know how to face Mother.

Xiao Chen smiled and comforted, "Xiao Hu, perhaps when you see Mother again, she'll become as gentle as before."

"Will that happen?" Xiao Hu sat up straight, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"It will." Xiao Chen was certain.

Not far away, a tall, muscular man with horns, chest and abs exposed, a massive bear‑like torso, clenched his fists, his face full of anguish and anger.

This man was the Niu Mo Wang Da Shu that Xiao Hu had constantly mentioned.

As a member of the Demon Race, his body runs with Demon blood, somewhat different from humans.

However, this peculiarity can be concealed, though some Demon Race members take pride in it and never hide it.

"When Xiao Hu left Mo Yuan, it wasn't like this; this time returning, he is clearly not as happy as before!"

Niu Mo Wang Da Shu said in a deep voice.

Next to him stood a beautiful woman, as lovely as a flower, who looked no different from ordinary people.

This woman was the Tiger Demon King Aunt.

She lightly nodded, strongly agreeing with Niu Mo Wang Da Shu's words.

"That damned Ye Qingran, what exactly did she do to our Xiao Hu? Don't let me see her, or I will never let her go!"

When Niu Mo Wang Da Shu was angry, black aura swirled around him, and a faint Black Cow Illusion could be seen.

"Perhaps there's some misunderstanding here. You know, previously Xiao Hu sent messages back, constantly praising Ye Qingran's virtues."

The Tiger Demon King Aunt spoke gently and carefully, very considerate.

"What misunderstanding?! I think she's faking it! I don't care; now that the Demon God Relic has emerged, if she even dares to come, I will make sure she never returns!"

The Tiger Demon King Aunt rolled her eyes, "Even if Ye Qingran is terrible, she's Xiao Hu's birth mother; Xiao Hu hasn't said anything yet. If you kill her, won't Xiao Hu hate you forever?"

Hearing that Xiao Hu would hate him, Niu Mo Wang Da Shu's brows furrowed.

"Then tell me what we should do."

The Tiger Demon King Aunt smiled without replying, her beautiful face flashing with the brilliance of a sage.

The Light Pillar that shot up from the sea island was actually the Demon God's demonic aura finding a breach and spewing out.

The Light Pillar lasted a full seven days.

In those seven days, the island went from being scarcely visited to being swarmed with people.

As Niu Mo Wang Da Shu said, the Demon God Relic is extraordinary, a divine trace; inside lies the Demon God Tomb, and a Great Opportunity Seeker might achieve Enlightenment here, soaring to the heavens, or at least obtain some treasures.

After the Light Pillar vanished, it left a hole ten zhang in diameter, leading straight underground, bottomless.

"This must be the entrance to the Demon God Relic!"

The crowd rushed down eagerly.

Ye Qingran stood aside, pondering how Xiao Hu usually entered and exited Mo Yuan.

However, according to Xiao Hu, the Great Demons of Mo Yuan cannot leave the island, whereas Xiao Hu is unrestricted.

"Sister Qing, let's go down as well."

"Hmm."

Xuan Yuan Luo summoned his great sword, enlarged it, then leapt onto the blade; a head of purple curls fluttered in the wind, and his purple battle attire highlighted his lofty posture.

"Xuan Yuan Sword." Fu San Yi recognized the sword at a glance.

The Xuan Yuan Clan was once a great clan, renowned throughout the ancient ages.

The Xuan Yuan Sword is the Xuan Yuan Clan's supreme treasure; legend says the ancestors of the Xuan Yuan Wang Chao once used it to slay the Great Emperor!

However, in recent years the Xuan Yuan Wang Chao has declined rapidly; now it can barely claim dominance in the Central Region, far from the powers of Beimingzhou and Nan Yin Zhou, let alone Xi Ji Shengyu.

Nevertheless, even a skinny camel is larger than a horse; this Xuan Yuan Sword alone can instantly kill many sect treasures.

"This kid is kind of handsome!"

Fu San said blankly.

I had only heard of Xuan Yuan Luo before, only knowing he was close to Ye Qingran, never expecting he was also so handsome, and seemed to have a very good relationship with Ye Qingran.

"No, I must be extra cautious of him! This is Your Majesty's most difficult matter right now; I cannot let anyone take advantage of the situation!"

Fu San pondered silently.

"Fu San, what are you doing standing there? Come up!"

Ah? Oh oh!

Ye Qingran glared at him, "You with that thief‑eyebrow, mouse‑eye look, what bad thing are you about to do?"

I didn't!

Fu San overreacted, reinforcing Ye Qingran's conviction in her guess.

A massive wave of cultivators went down through the tunnel, the surroundings pitch‑black, like an Abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, a white speck of light appeared ahead!

"The exit is ahead!"

The speck grew larger, and through it one could faintly see a green landscape.

The Xuan Yuan Sword accelerated like a racing car, catching Fu San off guard; he staggered and nearly got flung out.

"Xuan Yuan Luo, can you give a heads‑up before you accelerate next time?"

"Sure."

With that said, he accelerated again.

Damn!

I've seen galloping horses and racing cars, but never a racing sword!

He swore he'd never ride Xuan Yuan Luo's sword again!

Soon, they emerged from the black tunnel; below was the ground, and above a blue sky. The black hole was no longer visible, but people kept coming out of it, and from afar they seemed to appear out of thin air.

"Is this Mo Yuan?"

The group stood on the open ground, and before them lay a vast, flat grassland, its emerald green stretching to the horizon.

It was far from the Mo Yuan imagined.

At that moment, a party came from the horizon at great speed, quickly arriving before them.

"Look, it's the Demon Race!"

"Oh my, they look so terrifying!"

"There really are still remnants of the Demon Race in this world!"

The newcomers were the Great Demons of Mo Yuan.

Because their appearance differed greatly from humans, many people showed fear, while some, though unafraid, had contempt and disdain in their eyes.

In human eyes, the Demon Race is a lowly existence; this belief has persisted for a very long time, almost back to ancient times.

The Great Demons of the Demon Race harbored hatred toward humans.

If not for persecution by other races back then, the Demon Race wouldn't have dwindled so sharply; the remaining ones would not have had to hide everywhere!