Chapter 200

As chaos erupted across the Dragon Subcontinent.

One of the Ten Lower Realms: the Senluo Continent.

Unlike other continents, this land was saturated with the law of the strong devouring the weak.

The strong lived; the weak died. There was no justice, no reason.

Precisely because of this, this continent became a notorious den of filth in the lower realms, wildly chaotic.

Many powerful beings who had committed heinous crimes on other continents fled here to Senluo.

The strong could live comfortably here, but the weak suffered terribly.

At this moment, in a dark, icy hall somewhere on the Senluo Continent.

A young figure sat upon a skull-white throne.

Black mist swirled around him, obscuring his face.

A long braid of gray-white hair fell to the ground, while behind him sprouted a pair of strange black-and-white wings, wreathed in yin-yang energy.

Though his face was blurred, the faintly visible pupils seemed to hold scenes of countless immortals bleeding and gods and demons falling—terrifying to behold.

He sat there calmly upon the bone throne, radiating an intensely oppressive aura.

On either side of the bone throne stood a black-robed figure, exuding the pressure of the Saint Realm.

Below them were a group of Senluo Continent cultivators.

Leaders of several powerful factions had all gathered here.

Among them, a blood-robed elder stepped forward, bowing slightly and speaking cautiously: "Great Lord from the Immortal Realm, may we ask why you summoned us?"

This blood-robed elder was from the Yellow Spring Valley.

The Yellow Spring Valley was one of the top-tier powers on the Senluo Continent.

These people were all monsters who devoured others without leaving bones—but before this Lord from the Immortal Realm, they could only bow their heads in submission.

Those who had previously resisted now lay cold and lifeless on the ground.

"I hear you've found traces of the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art?" The young man seated on the bone throne tapped his armrest, speaking coldly.

"Yes… we just received word recently—the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art appears to be a prodigy of the War Demon Temple." The blood-robed elder's forehead dripped with cold sweat as he hurriedly replied.

"Good. At last, he's appeared. Not a waste of the time I've spent on this continent." The young man chuckled lightly.

"Yellow Spring Valley, Asura Gate, Tian Sha Sect—I command you to annihilate the War Demon Temple and bring me the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art."

At these words, the three sects turned pale.

A middle-aged man from Tian Sha Sect could not help but step forward: "Great Lord of the Immortal Realm, the War Demon Temple is the strongest power on the Senluo Continent. Even if all three of our sects unite, we will suffer massive losses—it would be a fight to the death."

Yet the moment the Tian Sha Sect man finished speaking—

One of the black-robed figures beside the bone throne reached out and crushed him into pulp with a single palm strike.

"Who else opposes my decision—or refuses to obey?" The young man spoke slowly.

"N…no one dares…" The three sects' members dripped with cold sweat.

The War Demon Temple also had Saints among its ranks.

Even if the three sects united and overran the War Demon Temple, they would suffer devastating losses.

Yet the young man from the Immortal Realm would suffer not a single casualty.

But circumstances forced their submission.

A man from the Asura Gate mustered his courage and asked: "May we ask, Great Lord of the Immortal Realm, are there other Immortal Realm prodigies on the Senluo Continent also tracking the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art?"

"If they interfere… try to claim him…"

The man did not finish, but his meaning was clear.

They were all from the Immortal Realm—who could they afford to offend?

Hearing this, the young man on the bone throne laughed.

As if hearing the funniest joke in all creation.

He spoke slowly: "Rest assured, in these Ten Lower Realms, no one dares oppose me."

"If any fool dares to stand in my way, you need only say six words."

"Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Heir!"

As the six words fell, a terrifying aura of slaughter and demonic energy surged forth!

Even those below him, cultivators of higher realms than the young man, felt their scalps prickling.

Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Heir!

Those dwelling in the lower realms had no idea of the weight behind these six words.

But in the Immortal Realm, the Fallen God Palace was a power with unimaginable depth.

Legend held this lineage was one of the original sources of demonic cultivation in the Immortal Realm, ancient and venerable.

The Fallen God Heir, as one of the most outstanding prodigies of the Fallen God Palace, was not merely boasting.

In these Ten Lower Realms, few prodigies dared oppose the Fallen God Heir.

"Yes, I shall act at once."

The three sects bowed and withdrew, their robes soaked in cold sweat.

Clearly, this young man from the Immortal Realm held a terrifyingly immense status—far surpassing ordinary lower-realm prodigies.

After the three sects departed—

The Fallen God Heir leaned back on the bone throne, murmuring to himself: "Long ago, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor's Devouring God Demon Art plunged the Immortal Realm into catastrophe. Eventually, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor was surrounded and gravely wounded, then vanished—his Devouring God Demon Art was lost."

"I thought the Devouring God Demon Art had truly perished. Now I realize—the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor, unwilling to let his demonic art die with him, must have dragged himself to the lower realms in his final moments and left behind his lineage."

"With my talent, if I obtain the Devouring God Demon Art, the title of top prodigy among the Immortal Realm's youth shall be mine—the Fallen God Heir's!"

The Fallen God Heir smiled.

Everything was within his grasp.

On the Senluo Continent, no one from the Immortal Realm dared oppose the Fallen God Heir.

In the days that followed, the allied army led by the three sects marched en masse toward the War Demon Temple.

Along the way, several Immortal Realm prodigies sensed something amiss and, relying on their Immortal Realm status, stepped forward to demand answers.

But the moment they heard "Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Heir," every Immortal Realm prodigy recoiled in caution, refusing to provoke.

This gave the three sects' cultivators a clear understanding of the Fallen God Heir's status.

On the Senluo Continent, no one dared challenge the Fallen God Heir's authority.

This bolstered the confidence of the three sects' cultivators.

Clinging to this powerful ally might even be an opportunity.

Under these circumstances, the allied army led by the three sects advanced unimpeded, launching a surprise assault on the War Demon Temple.

As the strongest power on the Senluo Continent, the War Demon Temple, though caught off guard, naturally fought back.

"Hand over the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art—or we'll obliterate the War Demon Temple!"

"The Fallen God Heir of the Fallen God Palace in the Immortal Realm commands you: surrender the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art, and perhaps we'll spare your lives!"

Flames raged, smoke filled the air as the three sects' elders roared.

"You bastards think you can make the War Demon Temple kneel? Never!" the War Demon Temple's elders barked back.

Amid the chaos, a young man clad in black armor, escorting a blind girl and several other War Demon Temple experts, fled toward the rear mountains of the temple.

The blind girl wore a tight black gauze dress, her figure slender, her face beautiful, her skin unnaturally pale, her black hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her most distinctive feature was her eyes.

Because she was blind, they were covered by a black silk ribbon.

"Brother, go without me," the blind girl said.

"Qingying, don't speak foolishness. I will take you away—and one day, I will make these three sects, and that Fallen God Heir, pay!"

The black-armored youth's voice was icy with hatred.

His eyes were like black holes—terrifying.

This youth was none other than the heir to the Devouring God Demon Art!

At that moment, countless figures suddenly appeared before them in the sky.

Three young prodigies stood at the forefront, their auras surging.

"Yellow Spring Holy Son, Blood Asura, Tian Ming Zi…"

The black-armored youth's gaze swept the sky, his face freezing cold.