Chapter 119: The Old Demon of Black Mountain

North City.

In the small courtyard of the Li family.

A bald, broken-feathered Xiao Yanzi was currently standing on a tree branch, nodding gently at the air with great excitement; its small eyes were closed, and it flapped its wings in a highly anthropomorphic manner, appearing extremely nervous and uneasy.

Under the tree, Xiao Zhenger was jumping up and down, shouting at Xiao Yanzi, demanding that he come down from the tree.

He was so bored at home, and Xiao Yanzi wouldn't play with him.

His own Wooden Kite had even been confiscated by his senior brother, who said that if he didn't finish his homework, he wouldn't be allowed to play with it.

This made Xiao Zhenger extremely distressed.

Yet Xiao Yanzi ignored him completely.

It stared at the air in front of it with an extremely focused expression, as if it were paying homage to some supreme existence.

Faintly, there seemed to be strange fluctuations vibrating in front of Xiao Yanzi.

It was as if it were truly communicating with some existence.

——

"Junior Xuan Niao, greets Senior!"

On the Token, that line of elegant handwriting radiated a faint light.

Li Xiang furrowed his brows.

Xuan Niao.

This familiar name stirred up some of his memories.

He had once heard Senior Uncle Zhang mention this name, saying it was related to the awakening of the Ancient Gods and Demons, and that Tianji Shangren had taken a group of Human Race powerhouses to the Southern Wilderness to search for it.

The subsequent upheaval in the Southern Wilderness also seemed to be closely related to Xuan Niao.

Moreover, he still possessed the Divine Feather that his master had "borrowed" from Xuan Niao.

Xuan Niao, to a certain extent, still had some connection to him.

This Token was given to him by Bai Ze to contact him, but for some reason, it had actually summoned Xuan Niao?

Could it be that this Token had other functions besides contacting Bai Ze?

"Junior of the You Shan Lineage, thirteenth generation Xuan Niao Mo Li, greets the Demon Race Saint!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Content appeared on the Token once again.

The brushwork was delicate and soft, carrying an elegant aura.

Yet within this aura, one could faintly sense a kind of weakness, as if the other party were currently suffering from severe injuries.

"The Saint has issued a decree, and this junior dares not disobey!"

"However, as this junior is currently trapped in a predicament, I may be unable to attend to the Saint's decree; I beg Senior to forgive my offense!"

Saint?

A Demon Race Saint?

Li Xiang's brows furrowed slightly.

Looking at the content on the Token, he had some guesses, but he could not yet be certain.

This Token came from the hands of Bai Ze; it might well be an object from the ancient era.

Listening to the fragments of words spoken by Bai Ze, one could also imagine the prosperity of the Demon Race in that era.

Above First Grade, there were still realms.

Bai Ze said that when the Demon Court collapsed, his own cultivation collapsed along with it.

Yet even so, the current Bai Ze was still a First Grade powerhouse.

By that calculation, in the ancient era, Bai Ze might have been an existence who had broken through First Grade and taken a step further.

In the current era, which does not return to the prosperity of the ancient times, First Grade is already the pinnacle of combat power in the human world, and can be called a Sub-Sage.

To advance one step further would be to be revered by all living beings in the world as a Saint.

Since he was holding Bai Ze's Token and speaking with Xuan Niao, it did not seem like nonsense that it called him a Saint.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang nodded gently, then gripped the Token, his mind immersed within it, wiping away the content above to ask something.

But after thinking of many things to say, he felt they were all inappropriate.

To speak rashly might not fit his status and would lead the other party to discover flaws.

Moreover, the information on this Token seemed capable of transmitting the user's aura.

Responding rashly might not be appropriate.

But Li Xiang also felt he should ask some questions.

For example, how did Xuan Niao find him through the Token?

Did this Token have a certain attraction to the Demon Race?

If that were the case, this object would be somewhat dangerous for him.

He needed to determine the specific situation.

After pondering for a while.

On the Token, two small characters slowly descended, carrying an indescribable aura.

"What is it."

It could not be called majestic, yet it carried a feeling that was hard to forget.

That was the aura Li Xiang simulated based on the phantom of Huangdi that Bai Ze had manifested.

Ancient, peaceful, yet carrying a trace of unquestionable steadiness.

Saint.

The aura of Huangdi, that should be enough to be a Saint, I imagine.

Li Xiang smiled, looked at the Token, and waited for the other party's response.

——

In the courtyard in North City.

Xiao Yanzi's legs were trembling with nervousness, her feathers vibrating slightly; she stood on a branch, shivering uncontrollably, looking as if she might fall off at any moment.

Her two little feet kept moving restlessly on the branch, her mood incredibly tense.

Originally, after being jointly ambushed by those shameless members of the Human Race and suffering heavy injuries, her life as a demon had basically fallen into despair.

What was even more shameful was that she had actually been kept as a pet by someone.

Mo Li had already been in complete despair regarding her demon life, prepared to give up on herself.

But now, what had she encountered!

What had she encountered!

A reclusive Saint of the Demon Race!

She had actually encountered a Saint of the Demon Race in this small city!

This morning, when she was secretly breathing in Sun and Moon Essence, trying to repair her physical body, she sensed a certain unique sound echoing through the heavens and earth.

Sensing it carefully, she actually felt a sense of oppression as if facing the firmament itself.

It couldn't be wrong!

That was a Saint!

And it was a Saint of the Demon Race at that!

Wisdom, peace, transcendence, and a greatness that could not be described in words—that was the greatness of one who had completely transformed from the Mortal Realm, taken that incomprehensible step, and ascended to become a Saint.

Heavens, in this age where heaven and earth are severed.

My Demon Race actually still has a Saint!

This is simply an incredible thing.

In an instant, the Dark Bird felt that hope had once again filled her eyes.

She could not be sensing it wrong!

That aura originating from the ages, that ancient, vast, and wisdom-filled aura, must be a Great Demon of the Saint level.

Especially since the other party was using the Demon Race's holy object, the Tongtian Token, to unscrupulously transmit a strong signal for hundreds of miles around.

"Fellow Daoist, greetings!"

"Fellow Daoist, greetings!"

"Fellow Daoist, greetings!"

Although she did not know why this Saint wanted to broadcast information with the Tongtian Token over such a large range.

But these were not things she needed to consider.

That was a Saint of the Demon Race.

What he wanted to do, how could she be in a position to judge?

In order to fight for a path to survival for herself.

The Dark Bird boldly chose to respond to this voice with her spiritual sense.

Her great-great-great-grandfather was also a Saint; although he had fallen into silence now, he was still a living Saint. For the sake of her ancestor, this Saint should help her, right?

The Dark Bird's little feet stepped lightly back and forth, her mind wandering in chaos.

But after saying those words, she regretted it.

That was a Saint of the Demon Race!

An existence as great as the ancestor of her ancestor's ancestor's ancestor!

It would have been enough to just greet him and pay her respects; why did she have to secretly mention that she was in a predicament, hinting for the senior to help her?

Ah!

Mo Li, oh Mo Li!

You have truly lost your mind!

Daring to disturb a Saint! Wanting to ask this Saint to help you escape your predicament!

Others go on pilgrimages, yet you want a Saint to do you a favor.

You are truly, truly, truly too bold!

However, just as she was feeling uneasy.

A certain profound connection locked onto her directly.

The next moment, two characters as large as mountains fell before her.

They radiated a terrifying aura.

"What is it!"

In an instant, the Dark Bird widened her little eyes.

"He, he, he, he! He actually really replied to me!"

The Dark Bird was dumbfounded.

This really was a living Saint of the Demon Race!

Although the aura had changed somewhat compared to before.

But that momentum, that tone that brooked no refusal, it was definitely a Saint without a doubt!

Even among Saints, this was an extremely terrifying existence.

Calm down! Calm down!

You must know etiquette, you must understand the rules, and you must speak properly to the Saint!

"Junior Mo Li, having been injured by the Human Race, my Bloodline Power has shattered, and I have now been reduced to a pet of the Human Race."

"I beg the Senior to look upon the face of my ancestor, the Saint Zi Feng, and take action to help this junior escape!"

The Dark Bird thought calmly.

Without any hesitation, she invoked the name of her ancestor.

This was a Saint; only a creature of her ancestor's level could catch his eye.

Very quickly.

Mo Li sensed another message coming through.

"Zi Feng?"

"Is she still alive?"

Thump~

The Dark Bird's heart jolted.

This Saint, he wouldn't have a grudge against her ancestor, would he...

——

Near the kitchen, Li Xiang gripped the Token.

He frowned slightly.

He remembered his master saying.

The Dark Bird is a Great Demon of the First Grade Realm, an extremely terrifying creature.

But how did he hear from the Dark Bird's meaning that she was currently trapped in a predicament?

And in order to make him help her, she even invoked the name of her ancestor.

Could it be that her ancestor is still alive?

The Dark Bird herself is already a Great Demon of the First Grade Realm; if her ancestor is still alive, could it be that she is another super powerhouse like Baize, who has survived from the ancient times?

Li Xiang was somewhat curious.

So he continued to ask.

——

"Re... replying to the Saint!"

"My ancestor suffered heavy injuries in the past, snatched a divine mountain from Penglai Immortal Mountain, suppressed it in the Southern Wilderness, and used its momentum to perform Nirvana. Now, the Nether Qi near the divine mountain is dense, and it has transformed into You Mountain. My ancestor has been in seclusion for countless years; since the time I was born, I have never seen her."

"My ancestor has a teaching: when the Heavenly Court returns, that shall be the time my ancestor emerges from the mountain."

"I beg the Senior, for the sake of my ancestor, to save this junior's life!"

"Junior Mo Li kneels and thanks the Senior!"

Looking at the urgent words on the Token.

Li Xiang's brow furrowed even tighter.

This world.

Seems far more vast than he had imagined.

If what the Dark Bird said is true.

Then beneath You Mountain, there really is a phoenix undergoing Nirvana.

Moreover, listening to her words, it seems the Demon Race has even greater movements.

Even the Heavenly Court of the ancient Demon Race is to return.

Li Xiang sighed.

The joy of having just reached the Seventh Grade was fading more and more.

There really are so, so many hidden powerhouses in this world.

He needs to cultivate diligently!

While pondering.

He saw another sentence appear on the Token.

"Saint!"

"Mo Li has yet to ask for your name; I have been very offensive, and I beg the Saint to forgive me!"

"I implore the Saint to tell me; Mo Li is willing to burn incense and pray, and build a temple to offer sacrifices for a thousand years, to appease the Saint's resentment."

Gripping the Token.

Li Xiang suddenly started to laugh.

He gently wrote a sentence on it.

"I have slumbered in Heifeng Mountain for immeasurable years."

"The past is forgotten; you may call me..."

"Heishan Laoyao!"

(End of this chapter)