Chapter 444: Eight Remnant Demon Sect

Deaf, blind, mute, mad, lame, castrated, hunchbacked, and foolish—these are the Eight Remnants!

Widower, widow, orphan, solitary, poor, base, and ugly—these are the Seven Sufferings.

The pale-faced, beardless demon lord's thoughts stirred slightly as he looked toward the deep tunnel ahead... As early as when Emperor Wu, Sima Yan, was on the throne, in order to cope with the constraints of the Daoist aristocratic families, he had secretly developed a demonic force. In his early years, Sima Yan had obtained the legacy of the demonic Remnant Demon Sect from the descendants of the Ten Attendants, who were famous at the end of the Han Dynasty.

During the chaotic times of the demonic tribulation at the end of the Immortal Han Dynasty, the Remnant Demon Sect was one of the primary culprits. At its peak, it had once suppressed the righteous path for three hundred years.

Later, during the end of the Immortal Han era, the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Dong Zhuo overturned the Han rule. Suffering the backlash of the world's hearts, the Remnant Demon Sect and the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Sect were destroyed. Even the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Sect's supreme treasure, the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Stele, had several of its fragments shattered, with the rest scattered.

Sima Yan accidentally obtained the legacy of the Remnant Demon Sect's "Eight Remnants and Seven Sufferings Scripture." Afterward, within the Sima clan, he secretly cultivated eunuchs and clan members with poor aptitude to practice this scripture. Using the name of the Remnant Demon Sect, he made contact with the demonic path, becoming a demonic force held in the hands of the Sima clan.

Eight Remnants and Seven Sufferings: externally the Eight Remnants, internally corresponding to the Seven Sufferings.

The demon lords of the Remnant Demon Sect have incomplete fates and insufficient luck, so they naturally rely on those with strong luck for power. This demonic sect has a long history, having been ranked among the demon sects as early as the end of the Heavenly Zhou Dynasty. Moreover, their divine arts and techniques all have extraordinary aspects. At its peak, it was not inferior to forces like the Bone Demon City, the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Sect, the Supreme True Transmission Dao, the Corpse-Driving Sect, the Samsara Sect, or the Five Poisons Ten Thousand Spirits Sect. Among the demon sects, it was second only to the Blood Sea, the Nine Nether, and the Ancient Witch Dao, and the legacy within the sect is also deeply demonic.

The current Eyeless Sect is a branch that split off from the blind faction of the Remnant Demon Sect, while the Sima family's branch is considered the legacy of the castrated faction.

"Sima Yue's words are not false; the fierce spirits here are indeed terrifying!"

The demon lord of the Remnant Demon Sect stared ahead. Several demon sect disciples were fleeing in panic, their figures darting back like ghosts or lightning.

These five were all in the Penetrating the Law realm and had cultivated extraordinary spells and divine arts, counting as powerful figures in the Central Lands. At this moment, however, their hair was disheveled, and they were covered in blood and in an extremely sorry state. The demon lord, who had cultivated a divine demon's immortal body, looked behind them and saw a fierce spirit demon beast tailing and hunting them.

They looked back nervously from time to time, their faces full of twisted fear. The one running in the lead had already seen the pale-faced, beardless middle-aged man, and a strong desire for survival burst forth in his eyes, with hope overflowing in his expression. At this moment, the one falling behind, who had suffered non-trivial injuries, heard a sound beside his ear. His gaze flickered instantly, and a ruthless look appeared on his face. He looked around, suddenly spat out a ray of blood light, and shot a blood-colored flying needle from the tip of his tongue, piercing the back of the person in front of him.

Before the demonic shadow behind could appear, the pungent, fishy stench was already smelled. A cyan shadow flashed past and pounced on the person who had been pierced by the flying needle and had fallen to the rear.

A scream reached halfway before coming to an abrupt end.

The person who luckily escaped only heard the sound of tearing and swallowing beside his ear. Before he could rejoice in his escape, a sharp claw pierced his chest, tearing him alive into two halves. Amidst the splashing rain of blood, two fierce spirits appeared—both over a zhang tall, three-armed, snake-bodied demons.

"Ah!"

Another demon sect disciple let out a scream, and then his head was smashed to pieces by a palm from a red-cyan, ape-like corpse demon that pounced from behind.

Red blood and white brains splattered everywhere.

At this moment, the middle-aged man finally made his move. He had sat by and watched several disciples die, waiting for the right moment to glimpse the flaws of these fierce spirits. He waved his hand and scattered a handful of light—all blood-colored flying needles as fine as ox hair. Looking closely at the flying needles, the blood color was not their true body, but a layer of blood flame burning upon them.

The flying needles themselves were transparent and colorless. They struck the cyan-black corpse demon, emitting a sound like striking worn leather.

The flying needles pierced into the corpse demon's body and, in the blink of an eye, escaped into its black, dead blood. The pale-faced, beardless middle-aged man thought to himself: "These fierce spirits are all dead things; their blood vessels are blocked. Otherwise, my Flying Blood Needles should have been able to pierce into their internal organs or even prick their spirits."

The middle-aged man guided the flying needles, piercing through the corpse demon's body.

"This fierce spirit is a dead thing, relying entirely on tendons and bones to exert force. Targeting the weak points of the internal organs is useless, and my flying needles cannot break its iron bones!"

But the corpse demon felt no fear at all, letting the flying needles pierce hundreds of needle holes through its body. It remained copper-skinned and iron-boned, with strength enough to pull up mountains. It slapped out with a palm, emitting a sound like a thunderclap that filled the entire tunnel in an instant. The palm force was like a long rainbow, crossing a distance of several tens of zhang, and struck the back of the demon sect disciple who was about to escape to the Remnant Demon Sect group. A ball of fiery red expanded suddenly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the sound of fire bursting was incessant. The person exploded into a mist of blood amidst the firelight and was swallowed into the corpse demon's belly.

At this moment, the flying needles, which were like blood lines inside the corpse demon, suddenly activated, refining the blood mist the corpse demon had swallowed. A line of blood light expanded rapidly, turning into several hideous ghost heads the size of fists, which bit down on the corpse demon's bones with a *crunch, crunch* sound, as if trying to extract the bone marrow from within.

But the corpse demon's bones were hard, and no matter how those ghost heads gnawed, they could hardly bite off a single bone shard.

Moreover, the corpse demon's aura suddenly surged, and rolling corpse qi churned and surged, constantly wearing down those ghost heads. At this moment, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and opened it. The blood threads in his hand had already woven into the image of the corpse demon. He raised his hand, grabbed the blood figure's right arm, and tore it off.

Inside the corpse demon, a ghost head let out a long howl toward the sky and suddenly dissipated.

The corpse demon's body, which was like steel tendons and iron bones and comparable to a magic treasure, had its right arm folded simultaneously along with a ray of blood light, without leaving a shred of flesh or skin, and was torn off out of thin air.

The middle-aged man followed the same pattern and soon tore off the corpse demon's limbs. Watching this demon beast still pouncing toward him fiercely, he showed a satisfied look and said: "Such a fierce object is also good material for refining treasures..." As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at the two snake-bodied corpse demons and said: "Human head and snake body, could it be that they have the Earth Mother's bloodline? It's a pity they have been dead for too long; otherwise, their bloodline would surely be a divine object."

One snake-bodied fierce demon spread its three arms, its body twisting like a mysterious dance performed during a sacrifice, casting out dharma seals emitting death qi. The twisted snake script on the dharma seals was eerie and sinister, transforming into a vertical pupil. With just one glance, several Remnant Demon Sect disciples beside the middle-aged man screamed, their eyes exploding into blood pulp.

The two snake demons joined forces, and the dharma seals cast by their six arms transformed into the head of a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman's long hair floated and danced behind her, and each strand of hair twisted and coiled—they were actually venomous snakes. In an instant, the snake pupils on the entire head opened, emitting rays of demonic light. Wherever they reached, the Remnant Demon Sect disciples' eyes exploded, and blood snakes crawled out from their eye sockets, heading toward the eye sockets.

"Snake Mother Evil God!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and sacrificed the magic treasure on his body. This was a horsetail whisk made from a complete arm bone. The arm bone was slender, crystal-clear, and moist as if jade-ified. The hand bone held a handful of pale dust threads in its palm. The whisk's cyan threads were mottled, like withered white hair, carrying a sinister death qi.

The whisk was swung, and the white hairs spread crazily, like a large net, layer upon layer, dividing the space in the tunnel into pieces, like a chessboard. The void shattered instantly, and even the Snake Mother's head fell into the net, was scooped up by the whisk, and shaken, shattering its magic power.

The Snake Mother's head disappeared into the void instantly.

But the two snake demons had already entangled their twin tails together, merging from the waist down, transforming into a six-armed, two-headed demon beast, even more fierce. They opened their mouths to hiss, revealing dense fangs. Their aura was as deep as an abyss, and they held two magic treasures composed of demonic light in their hands: a zhang-eight snake spear and a golden shield with a human head and snake hair.

Yet, just as the snake demons were about to thrust their spears and fight the Remnant Demon Sect group, the pupils of the snake demons' two heads suddenly shrank into a line. The spear in their hands also froze instantly. One head stared fixedly at the Remnant Demon Sect group, while the other head looked backward...

The middle-aged man swung his whisk, preparing to resolve the blow from behind, but saw the two fierce spirits freeze in a way he hadn't expected.

That fierce, boundless corpse demon, a dead thing that didn't know fear, actually dissipated its demonic light, shrank its body, and drilled into a tunnel on the side. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the cave. The Remnant Demon Sect person wanted to stop it, but a point of red shadow that suddenly appeared not far away made him stop.

In the darkness ahead, a plain hand holding a red umbrella, with a face obscured under the umbrella, emerged silently... ===== CHAPTER 445 =====