Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"What's the point of becoming a Demon Lord? If I devour all of you trash, I might just become an immortal! Wouldn't that fulfill your dream of becoming an immortal?"

Shi Yubai's voice turned cold and hoarse, revealing greed between the lines. His enormous demonic body became even more ferocious after devouring its own kind, with jagged bones piercing through its scales and countless compound eyes flashing with chaotic and evil light.

He looked down at the mortals below, who were like ants, his crimson eyes churning with twisted ambition and madness.

The demonic energy surged like boiling water, mixed with the bloody stench of its devoured kin, adding to the nauseating filth.

What's so great about being a king in the lower realms? He wants the entire cultivation world to help him cultivate!

This body carries not only the power of the Demon Lord, but also the accumulated filth and resentment of countless ages.

Why does Heaven favor those hypocritical righteous paths? Why is it born to be subservient to others?

Since Heaven does not help me, I will kill all the lonely stars and shatter this so-called destiny; since the time is not right for me, I will defy the highest peaks and sever this shackle of winter!

Devour, plunder, and turn everything to your own use—I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!

In this filthy world, only power is eternal. If one can use all living beings as a stepping stone to ascend to the legendary path of immortality, even if it means bearing countless sins, it is worth it!

"A vile creature, utterly wicked, dares to dream of becoming an immortal, even if he treads upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood?"

The familiar voice, tinged with sarcasm, drifted on the breeze and sounded exceptionally clear at this moment.

That voice was clear and melodious, like the gentle tapping of a jade chime, piercing through the howls and wails of demons, like a ray of dawn suddenly breaking through the deep, dark night.

At first, everyone felt a chill, but then a surge of joy welled up inside them. Countless gazes instantly crossed the high, mottled mountains that had been eroded by demonic energy, and eagerly turned toward the source of the voice, trying to catch a glimpse of the ethereal figure standing atop the peak.

My heart pounded violently in my chest, filled with a sense of relief and indescribable excitement, as if I had just survived a disaster.

In the distance, the mountains appeared dark and indistinct, and a figure stood alone on the snow-covered peak. His black clothes and red sash fluttered in the biting wind. Although he looked slightly disheveled, with messy hair and dusty clothes, his upright and unyielding spirit could not be concealed.

Snowflakes fell softly from above, settling quietly on his shoulders. The cold wind, like a pair of gentle and invisible hands, swept away the murky mist between heaven and earth, leaving only that figure clearly etched, revealing his handsome face beneath.

In a daze, only six words come to mind: "Snow as a cloak, the east wind as a pillow."

Those deep brown eyes were now so clear that they reflected the vastness of the autumn sky and water, shimmering with the faint light of fireflies on a summer night, and seemed to contain the brilliant starlight that could break through the eternal night.

A pair of eyes that could see autumn waters, fireflies, and bright stars.

At this moment, those eyes are calmly gazing at the colossal demon, without fear or sorrow, only with a clear understanding that sees through all illusion.

As Shi Yubai turned his enormous, mountain-like, and twisted body, countless compound eyes instantly locked onto that tiny yet incredibly dazzling figure.

In His current power as a Demon Lord, the opponent was nothing more than an ant or a speck of dust. However, within that seemingly fragile body, there was still a vast and inexhaustible vitality that startled Him.

This vitality was so intense, so dazzling, like an unyielding flame in the dark night, scorching His filthy, demonic soul.

As soon as Lu Wensheng stopped, his gaze swept over the enormous monster below, which was terrifying in form and clearly neither human nor demon, and he was also startled.

Upon hearing the arrogant words uttered by him—that he was devouring his own kind and attempting to pave the path to immortality with the lives of countless beings—his shock turned to anger. He scoffed, his clear voice, filled with undisguised contempt, echoing across the mountain peak.

Who knows that he had only taken a few steps out of the Abyss of Demons and was discussing his next move with his companions when he suddenly felt a lightness around him. He was swept up by an irresistible breeze and lifted off the ground involuntarily, leaving his bewildered companions anxiously chasing and calling after him.

The scenery before my eyes changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself firmly on solid ground, having been transported directly to this mountaintop with an excellent view.

Even more strangely, he found himself holding the ancient divine sword, Huangji, which Liu Jiqian had been carrying on his back.

Then this scene unfolded: Shi Yubai transformed into Godzilla, spouting classic villain lines.

Heaven's Way: How can I not be anxious when things are at their worst? I'm frantic! Lu Wensheng? The Divine Sword? Give it to me!

"Lu Wensheng!" Immediately afterwards, Yan Qingshu, Ji Yanli, Song Wen and others called out from behind, their voices filled with rapid breathing and barely concealed worry.

They had exerted all their strength to follow that strange breeze to this place.

Having also traversed the Abyss of Demons, they were inevitably weathered and weary, yet their eyes remained as sharp as ever, and their fighting spirit undiminished.

When they realized that the enormous, terrifying, and distorted demon before them was actually Shi Yubai in disguise, everyone was shocked and couldn't help but gasp.

Yan Zhaoming, being outspoken, immediately clicked his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens! Shi Yubai is quite adept at playing monsters! Has he pieced together fragments of all the demons from various schools of thought into himself?"

What a strange puzzle!

Song Wen crossed his arms and lazily replied, but a cold glint appeared on his lips: "It looks impressive, but I don't know if it's any good. Maybe it's just a pretty face with no substance."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, exchanging jokes and banter as if the demon lord facing death was not the one about to be overthrown on stage, but rather a clown about to be ripped off.

They laughed heartily, their eyes sparkling with youthful exuberance, displaying a fearlessness that seemed to defy the heavens and the earth.

They seemed unaware of the cataclysmic force they were about to face.

Is it true that you don't know? No.

Beneath those seemingly relaxed and playful expressions, deep within their eyes lay a resolute calm, a fearlessness that knew there were tigers in the mountains yet still ventured into them, and a composure that had long since disregarded life and death.

It wasn't that they were unaware of the dangers; it was just that their beliefs were as firm as iron and their friendship as strong as a mountain. Even if the road ahead was fraught with danger and a bottomless abyss, they would still walk side by side and bravely face it!

They break through enemy lines and vanquish their enemies, unafraid of wind and snow that startle spring. Their spirit is like a frost-covered blade, their hearts filled with icy courage. They are not but a tiny spark, yet they can become a torch that brings forth the sun.

Even knowing that the road ahead is fraught with danger and a bottomless abyss, we must use our boiling blood and unyielding spirit to forge ahead, fight, and strive for that glimmer of dawn!

This seemingly lighthearted banter is nothing more than the most stubborn stance forged after countless hardships in the face of death, a magnanimous attitude that internalizes all fear and heaviness into the strength to move forward.

Some held swords, some drew bows, some made hand seals, and some played the zither. They stood quietly, yet with unwavering determination, on the mountaintop, beside Lu Wensheng.

The mere presence of these young people is like a vibrant green mountain range, towering, resilient, and lush with a profound sense of emotion and hope.

Their appearance was like throwing thousands of sparks into a despairing ice field, instantly igniting the almost dead hearts of all the onlookers and giving their faltering beliefs a renewed sense of strength.

On the battlefield below, the cultivators who were exhausted in body and mind and on the verge of despair under the terrifying pressure of the Demon Lord were all shaken to their core when they witnessed this scene.

The demon-sealing formation was forcibly broken, and the golden chains crumbled inch by inch, just as their last line of defense collapsed.

The bloody scene of the Demon Lord devouring his own kind, and the apocalyptic panic brought about by the changes in the world, almost completely crushed their will.

However, when that familiar figure reappeared on the mountaintop, when those young and determined faces gathered again, an indescribable mix of emotions welled up in my nose and my eyes instantly welled up with tears.

It was the thrill of escaping from a desperate situation, the ecstasy of seeing a lighthouse again in the darkness, and the boiling blood inspired and motivated by that fearlessness!

The flame still burns! Hope has not been extinguished!

High above, the Supreme Elder, who was struggling to regulate his breathing and suppress the injuries from the backlash of the formation, had his turbid gaze travel across the vast distance to land on those familiar and young figures. His wrinkled hands trembled almost imperceptibly.

On Jun Ning's icy face, the ice in her cold, autumn-water eyes melted, revealing a faint yet genuine smile, like the warm sun shining after a snowfall.

Shen Wenxin suddenly clenched his fist and clenched his palm, tears glistening in his tiger-like eyes, and murmured, "Good! Good! All is well!"

The silver dragon that Wuzhi had transformed into let out a deep and joyful roar, its huge tail swaying gently, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The elders and leaders of each sect looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw a sense of relief and indescribable pride.

Even after a thousand years of cultivation and a heart as still as water, tears welled up in his eyes at this moment, and his chest was filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

There is immense joy at regaining what was lost, immense pride in witnessing the brilliance of future generations, and a profound comfort that transcends life, death, gain, and loss.

At this moment, the outcome seems to no longer matter.

As long as these children, who bear the future of the sect and the backbone of humanity, are still alive, and as long as this unyielding, upright, and fearless spirit is passed down, then even if today the mountains and rivers are stained with blood and the souls return to heaven and earth, we can still be worthy of our ancestors and face the future with a smile!

They have already seen unwavering integrity, openness and honesty, and the most precious and enduring hope.