Chapter 55: Demon Emperor's Tomb

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dull thuds rang out one after another; magma surged within the volcano crater, and threads of blazing light rushed up into the high heavens.

At this moment, the originally slowly undulating ancient hall directly floated up out of the magma surface in one go, its life aura pressing down in all directions.

The ancient hall has emerged into the world!

The Lingxu Dongtian party dared not delay; the Palace Master and four Supreme Elders slowly closed in.

On the other side, several humanoid Great Demons who had already taken human form and had been waiting for many days also advanced rapidly; the two great powers confronted each other head-on, neither yielding an inch.

A Great Demon with scales covering both arms shouted angrily at Palace Master Li: "Humans, you go too far. The Primordial Lingxu was split in two, and you already possess Lingxu Dongtian; now you come to our territory to contend for the Immortal Treasure — do you want to provoke a dispute?"

At the same time, a bull demon standing three meters tall with twin horns on its head also let out a deep, resonant voice: "If you want to start a war, go ahead and try laying a finger on this ancient hall.

Hearing this, the Palace Master and four Supreme Elders of Lingxu Dongtian showed not the slightest fear; one Supreme Elder stepped forward and said: "These ruins were originally left by our Human Race; now that a heavy treasure has manifested, we have come seeking opportunity — this is perfectly reasonable; what is wrong with it?"

This Supreme Elder spoke nonsense with eyes wide open; but seeking heavy treasure opportunity is perfectly reasonable in itself. The heavenly numbers have changed, divine artifacts shift more easily, and they belong to the virtuous — this is the natural principle.

Who is the virtuous one? Naturally, our own side is the virtuous one.

"These primordial ruins are our dwelling place; naturally we cannot tolerate you coming here to seize treasure." A female demon with no arms, a pair of wings, and a head full of golden hair shouted coldly: "If you insist on meddling, don't blame us for being impolite." The female demon was resentful; these humans were too hateful, telling barefaced lies with eyes wide open.

"This is the ruins left by our Human Race; you merely dwell here by sufferance — how can you demarcate and occupy it?" The Lingxu Dongtian Palace Master confronted them tit for tat, his tone flat yet revealing an awe-inspiring aura.

"My Jiao clan ancestors left a testament: this is fundamentally not your Human Race's ancestral land; it was the imperial capital during the Demon Race's heyday — everything here has nothing whatsoever to do with you." An old Jiao that had not yet taken human form spoke human language; he was not skilled at transformation, but his strength was no weaker than the others.

"Impossible — all the buildings here are of Human Race style; what connection do they have with the Demon Race?" A Supreme Elder of Lingxu Dongtian questioned.

Both sides insisted on their own version; all of it was merely excuses made for the sake of the ancient hall in the magma.

Dull sounds rang out from within the ancient hall from time to time; even the several Great Demons and the Lingxu Dongtian Palace Master and the rest, at such close range, could barely endure it — their complexions were none too good.

The boiling magma, an eerily bewitching red, continuously surged outward like fresh blood; that brilliantly shining ancient hall slowly rose, gradually about to break free of the volcano crater.

Five-colored radiance circulated; the entire ancient hall was refined from five-colored divine jade, crystalline throughout, truly wondrous — one couldn't help but marvel at the palace master's staggering handiwork. Ordinary artifacts need only a bit of five-colored divine jade mixed in to greatly raise the artifact's grade, yet this whole ancient hall was actually refined entirely from five-colored divine jade — simply lavish beyond humanity.

Many ancient characters were engraved at the ancient hall's foundation, like dragons and phoenixes, like qilins and black tortoises — precisely the Demon Race script from before the Desolate Ancient era.

"Humans, what else do you have to say? Hurry up and leave — this was left by a Great Emperor of our Demon Race from before the Desolate Ancient era; it has not the slightest connection with you."

The ancient hall had already completely emerged from the magma surface; its might soared straight into the clouds; the whole hall's five-colored divine light dazzled the heart and mind — one look and its extraordinary nature was clear.

The Demon Race crowd was overjoyed at this moment; the ancient hall bore Demon Race characters — precisely the pre-Desolate Ancient demon script — let's see what these humans still have to say.

The Lingxu Dongtian Palace Master, hearing these words, first changed countenance, then stared at the ancient hall and examined it carefully; finally he seemed to recall something, revealing an incomparably excited expression.

Hearing this, Palace Master Li's expression shifted slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he said: "I know now — this is the burial ground of the last Great Emperor of the Donghuang Demon Race!

The several Great Demons, hearing this, all changed color; every one of them stared at the five-colored ancient hall, examining it closely, shock and doubt warring in their eyes.

After a round of verbal sparring, neither of the two forces would yield; both wanted to be the first to enter the ancient hall and obtain the Donghuang Great Emperor's inheritance and divine treasury — a great battle finally erupted.

The four Supreme Elders and Palace Master Li had fierce gazes; each activated their own artifact, divine light blooming brilliantly, blasting toward the Demon Race side. The demons showed not the slightest fear; various divine abilities and magic treasures were likewise unleashed. For a while, the high heavens above were filled with incessant, dense clanging sounds.

Before the five-colored ancient hall, the two forces clashed; radiance circulated, demonic qi soared to the heavens — this was true fire kindled, a Great Dao struggle. Blocking someone's Dao path is akin to killing their parents; both sides wanted to put the other to death.

The battle grew ever more intense; a Lingxu Dongtian Supreme Elder's killing intent soared to the heavens, fighting two Great Demons alone. Just then, a wolf demon seized the moment — taking advantage of the brief opening when the Supreme Elder's new force had not yet arisen and his old force was already spent — it pounced on that Supreme Elder with lightning speed.

Howling gang-wind bitingly cold; the foul, bloody stench on the wolf claws pierced the nose; the wolf claws were about to pierce through that Supreme Elder's body.

At the critical juncture, a thread of killing sword qi, sharp to the extreme, rushed straight into the misty heavens; the sky-filling red sword light covered even the ancient hall's five-colored radiance.

The instant the sword qi appeared, whether it was the Lingxu Dongtian people or the Demon Race side, all felt a peerless, world-slaying sword edge hanging above their heads; body and soul both trembled, as if the slightest movement would cause this all-harvesting sword qi to annihilate their Primordial Spirit and physical body.

The sharp sword qi pierced through the Void, directly causing that wolf demon to be destroyed in both body and spirit — and this was with Jiang Xuan deliberately holding back; if he had released the constraints, both warring sides would likely have been wiped out by a single sword from Jiang Xuan.

Setting aside that Jiang Xuan is now a member of Lingxu Dongtian — protecting sect interests goes without saying — ever since he entered Lingxu Dongtian, the Dongtian has treated him very well; naturally he was unwilling to let a Lingxu Supreme Elder perish here.

All humans and demons halted their attacks — simply because this sword qi was too extraordinary; its heaven-shaking might seemed capable of slicing down the very vault of heaven.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sword qi — only to see a blue-robed youth with calm eyes, heroic bearing, and a temperament like an Exiled Immortal descending to the mortal dust. The youth's fingers were joined like a sword; the sword intent still lingering around his body clearly marked him as the owner of that sword qi just now.

"Jiang Xuan……"

The four Supreme Elders and Palace Master Li of Lingxu Dongtian were all dumbfounded — that sword qi just now was unleashed by Jiang Xuan; wasn't he just barely entered the Other Shore?

Wait!

Palace Master Li discovered a blind spot in Jiang Xuan's words.

Jiang Xuan said he stepped into the Other Shore realm two months ago; what about two months later? Could it be that in two months' time in the world he completed the Other Shore cultivation and stepped into the Dao Palace realm?

No!

The Dao Palace realm absolutely does not possess such might; recalling that keen, sharp sword qi that seemed to annihilate everything, Palace Master Li was even more baffled.

The Supreme Elder saved by Jiang Xuan didn't think that much; his gaze toward Jiang Xuan was filled with gratitude — this was a life-saving grace, greater than heaven.

All the Demon Race stood frozen in place at this moment, at a loss what to do — the blue-robed youth was simply too terrifying; he must be an old monster of many years in disguise. The cunning Lingxu Dongtian was truly too hateful — to toy with them like this, having such a high expert as a backer yet still engaging in empty diplomatic sparring with them — who knows how they were mocking them in the depths of their hearts.

(Chapter End)