Rumble!
The next moment, a strong Righteousness bombarded the gate, cracking it inch by inch.
Fang Yuan escaped like a bolt of lightning before the passage collapsed and began gloating, “Hehe… Those Demon Gods still in the World of Confucian are going to be unlucky!”
The gate was just a wormhole between the two worlds, not the only passage.
Even if the gate was destroyed, it did not mean that the Demon Gods could not return.
However, if they wanted to return, they could only do so by either breaking through the world’s membrane and going through the endless chaos or finding another node in space and opening another channel. There was no other way!
“Sun Shengru’s last attack, the Grand Festival of Heaven and Earth, could actually move the entire world. Plus that power from an incomprehensible existence… It was incredible…”
Fang Yuan’s pupils glimmered radiantly as he thought back to that scene. “But… this has also proven my guess… The World of Confucian really does have a relationship with the Huaxia civilization!”
…
The other side of the gate was naturally the Holy City.
After Sun Shengru’s attack, ninety-nine percent of the Demons had perished. It looked cold and depressing at the moment.
“In theory, the Confucian Grandmasters of that world aren’t too powerful, but why do they become so powerful once they become Confucian Saints?” Fang Yuan rubbed his chin. “Is it really because of the natural source and providence of the world converging on one person? This was also forced by the Mental Demons’ invasion.”
He looked around and found that the most noticeable thing now was not the gate, but a large array next to it.
The array looked like an altar with black and white Qis circulating around it, similar to Yin and Yang, growing without end. There was a Netherheaven Demon God trapped within—Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers!
Fang Yuan went up to it and knocked on the light on the altar. The black and white Qis flashed and leaked some information.
“Hehe… Good move. Is this a combination of Righteousness and Demonism?
“Not only did Sun Shengru survive the Mental Demon Realm, he unexpectedly comprehended the extremity of Righteousness, the principle of Demonism, and combined the two to complement each other. This was how he broke the seal, and he unexpectedly borrowed that power to trap Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers here?”
He felt a slight pity.
If he could have refined Sun Shengru, he might have obtained a complete Confucian Great Dao, even a Yin-Yang Great Dao or Black-White Great Dao. It would have been invaluable.
“Demon God Li Hun!”
Just then, Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers, who was surrounded by flowers and sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened her eyes. “Where are the other Demon Gods?”
“They are all trapped in the World of Confucian… This channel has been destroyed. If you want to bring them back, you’ll have to find another node!”
Fang Yuan shook his head and punched the altar.
Rumble!
The altar flashed during the rumble while the black and white Qis kept flowing.
Although he had not used his full power, it had still blocked the external attack from a Netherheaven Demon God.
Nonetheless, Fang Yuan was not the only one attacking the altar!
“Ha! Hundred Flowers Bloom Kill!”
The trapped Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers immediately exerted her magical power when she saw Fang Yuan’s attack. Petals were dancing around, and a strange flower emerged in front of her, with a bud waiting to bloom.
Petals spread continuously, displaying a formidable power.
Bang!
The altar finally shattered. The black and white Qis tried to escape, but Fang Yuan captured them and placed them directly into his sleeve.
Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers came out and thanked coldly, “Thank you for your help!”
In fact, even if Fang Yuan had not done anything, she could have broken out of this altar by herself before long.
“The invasion of the World of Confucian this time can be considered a failure. Many Demon Gods are trapped there. In particular, Sacred Lord Purple Crow…” Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers’s face was as cold as ice. “This Scared Purple Crow has a vicious reputation. He has two partners, and together they are known as the ‘Three Furies of Netherheaven’. I’m afraid there will be a lot of trouble in the future!”
She said so much, but she actually meant one thing. “Sacred Lord Li Hun, please help me save the trapped Demon Gods!”
“It’s probably too late for the rest of the Demon Gods!”
Fang Yuan had personally experienced the all-engulfing power of the Grand Festival of Heaven and Earth. It was difficult for even the true body of a Demon God to withstand it. Most had probably become nourishment for that world.
Only Sacred Lord Purple Crow had a chance of escaping.
However, this Netherheaven might not be Sun Shengru’s opponent in the World of Confucian.
Therefore, the only opinion was to break open the world’s membrane and hide in the chaos before slowly moving toward the Mental Demon Realm.
The time and effort spent on this would be incomparable to that of a wormhole.
Moreover, it would be difficult for him to determine where he would end up in the Mental Demon Realm. The slightest error could mean thousands of kilometers.
In short, Fang Yuan had given Scared Lord Purple Crow quite a lot of trouble this time.
“Is that so?” Sacred Fresh Flowers was also smart. She became more perceptive of the situation just through a few words from Fang Yuan. “Damn… what happened?”
Fang Yuan lowered his head and said nothing.
The most important reason for this failure was because Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers had made a mistake and allowed Sun Shenru to overturn the situation.
Otherwise, they would not have lost so horribly.
Fang Yuan not joining forces with Sacred Lord Purple Crow to suppress the Ancestor Dragon from rising was a relatively trivial matter.
He was not going to admit that instead of nailing down the dragon tail, he had actually helped it escape. The natural source of the World of Confucian had not been crippled, which fueled Sun Shengru’s performance.
After a pause, Fang Yuan said, “I’ll be leaving first if there’s nothing else!”
Fang Yuan directly proposed leaving without minding Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers, leaving her this big mess.
He had only received an invitation to help out this time after all.
Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers could not do anything to him no matter how big the mess was.
“You!” Sacred Lord of Fresh Flowers’s brows arched. “Only you alone escaped even though the rest of the Demon Gods are trapped. Don’t you think you owe me and the remaining Two Furies of Netherheaven an explanation!”
In fact, she wanted Fang Yuan to stay because of the two Netherheaven Demon Gods that were coming.
“Haha!” Why would Fang Yuan follow her wishes?
“Stay!”
Red flower petals emerged from Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers’s forehead.
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless petals fell from the sky and turned into a tornado, layer upon layer. The sea of flowers expanded, trapping Fang Yuan within.
A wonderful aroma spread all kinds of wonderful feelings.
“Flower Great Dao, Heavenly Aroma Great Dao?”
Fang Yuan’s eyes flickered, having understood Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers’s details.
“Unfortunately… your Great Daos might be different, but you are definitely not my opponent!”
He sighed and clenched his right hand into a fist.
Rumble!
Chaos surged, refining the Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water all around.
“Creation Divine Fist!”
A huge fist rose into the sky and broke through the sea of flowers.
‘”Ahh!” Sacred Lord of Fresh Flowers changed expressions as she slowly stepped back. “Who the hell are you exactly? Why is there a deviant like you among the Netherheaven Demon Gods?”
Although the Mental Demon Realm might have many hidden old monsters cultivating in seclusion, they occasionally came out to spread their name.
However, it was extremely rare to see someone reach the Netherheaven realm in one shot and have such powerful combat strength.
“So? Does Sacred Lord still want to keep me here?” Fang Yuan sneered.
“I dare not!” Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers smiled bitterly. If she had known that Fang Yuan was so powerful, she would not have acted like that earlier. “I hope Sacred Lord Li Hun will forgive this ignorant girl for being too anxious earlier!”
“Forget it!” Fang Yuan waved his hand dismissively, not giving it much thought.
Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers would probably push all the blame on him when the Two Furies of Netherheaven arrived, but so what?
How many in the Mental Demon Realm knew him?
Instead, he would be increasing the risk if he were to stay and deal with more of these Demon Gods.
Therefore, Fang Yuan left without any hesitation.
Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers gazed at the direction Fang Yuan left in, looking thoughtful.
…
The scorching sun burned in the sky.
Empty desert.
A three-hump demon camel was walking in the desert.
The sand here was corrosive with an innate poison. There was a natural restriction in the sky, making it difficult for even Demon Gods to continue flying.
As a result, the entire desert was a famous perilous land in the Mental Demon Realm.
However, three-hump demons camels lived around the desert and were a very convenient means of transportation.
Its shape was similar to a small mountain with three humps, and each of them stored a lot of water and food.
It had a furry sole, like that of a small boat, allowing it to walk on the corrosive sand as though it were flat land.
Many Demons relied on such camels to form caravans in the desert, thereby earning rich profits.
However, even though three-hump demon camels evolved from Demon Spirits, the probability was extremely low. They had limited numbers and were inherently eternal.
Only when there was one less camel would a fortunate Demon Spirit evolve into one.
As such, most of these demons camels were monopolized by powerful Demons, Sacred Lord Fresh Flowers among them.
The one Fang Yuan was riding belonged to a caravan originally, but they gave the camel to him after seeing him.
After he released his Demon God aura and dropped some compensation, none of the Demons dared to make noise.
The camel’s humps were very soft, as though sitting on a sofa, so comfortable that you might just fall asleep.
“The biggest gain from the World of Confucian this time is probably… those world coordinates!”
Fang Yuan laid on the camel as he thought back to those scenes earlier.
“The coordinates of the Huaxia world… was actually hidden on me because I myself have an imprint of that civilization on me…
“And… the Grand Festival of Heaven and Earth that Sun Shengru used is inextricably linked to the Huaxia civilization. Or perhaps it was simply a sacrifice to that high-level world?
“It seems like the intrinsic quality of the world I’m pursuing is comparable to the Mental Demon Realm or even beyond it? If that’s the case…”
Fang Yuan pondered carefully as a flash of light passed through his eyes.
