The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

The sky is vast.

The world is dark and lonely.

Yang Feng had taken things for granted, believing the demons were all as dumb as pigs. Little did he know that ever since the Holy Dragon Patriarch destroyed the Demon Sacred Mountain, the demons had been secretly learning the classics and secrets of the human race, and had now completely become human.

After the demons condensed into human bodies, their comprehension and understanding of the Tao were greatly improved.

It is just as what the Holy Dragon Ancestor said: Man is the spirit and master of all things.

Failed again.

Yang Feng didn't know how to explain this to His Majesty. If he told the truth, his life would be in jeopardy. Now the demons were demanding tens of billions of lives, nearly the entire population of over a dozen states. Clearly, the cover-up was no longer possible.

Of course.

If we don't provide blood and food, the demon saints will gather in the human territory, which will be another catastrophic disaster.

Yellow wind!

At this moment, Yang Feng hated Huang Feng to the core. If it weren't for Huang Feng's manipulation, how could he have ended up like this!

For now, he could only use his eloquence to try to conceal the truth and thus preserve his life and power.

Demon Holy Mountain.

The air is filled with evil fog and mist.

After driving Yang Feng away, Bai Ling returned to Demon Saint Mountain. Towering halls came into view, their ancient and solemn styles like rows of pillars supporting the sky.

The tallest and most majestic of them all is the Central Hall, which covers an area of over 300 miles and blocks out the sunlight.

Being here, it feels like you are not among the demon clan. All the people coming and going are human, like a surging tide of people, like a human palace.

Bai Ling approached slowly, leaving a series of shadows in the air. It seemed extremely slow, but in reality, it was extremely fast. After a few breaths, he entered the central hall.

The main hall was empty.

Looking up, I saw rows of empty cushions. In the middle stood a golden throne, beneath which were dozens of golden cushions, gleaming and dazzling.

"Great Sage Linggui, Bai Ling requests an audience."

"What's the matter?"

"I learned from Yang Feng that the human race is already in turmoil, and a mere Free and Unrestrained Heaven Realm cultivator can overturn the world. I suspect that the Holy Dragon Ancestor has fallen, and now is the time for my demon race to avenge its humiliation."

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell all around.

After a long time, a flash of light appeared, and a white-haired old man appeared on the golden throne, holding a half-broken cane in his hand. He looked flushed and in good spirits.

"Bai Ling, did you see Fang Tianxin die with your own eyes?"

Ah!

This……

The so-called Holy Dragon Ancestor in the world is just a respectful title. Fang Tianxin is the real name of the Holy Dragon Ancestor.

The Spirit Turtle Demon Saint was revered as a great saint by the demon clan because he was the only one to survive the battle, while the other demon saints perished, their bodies vanishing without a trace.

For countless years, the demon tribe has always remembered that battle, which was rumored to be extremely brutal.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, rivers of blood.

These eight words alone are not enough to describe the tragic scene at that time. Countless powerful demons were killed in a bloody massacre at the hands of one person.

Fang Tianxin.

The so-called reputation of the Holy Dragon Ancestor was built on the bones of countless powerful demons. Since then, even if Fang Tianxin never took action, he could still suppress all enemies in the world.

The demons could only crawl on the ground and rely on their noses for their breath.

Thoughts roll and recede like the tide.

Bai Ling bowed respectfully, "Great Sage Spirit Turtle, I didn't see it with my own eyes, and this is just speculation. Ever since the Holy Dragon Empire offered blood food, we have been searching for information about the Holy Dragon Ancestor, but to no avail."

"This matter is complicated and confusing. Please make a decision!"

Hearing this, the Great Sage Linggui slowly closed his eyes and suddenly fell into endless memories. Even though he had lived for countless years, he still could not forget that scene.

He single-handedly fought against nearly a hundred demon saints, unleashing unimaginable tactics. It was like the might of heaven descending, unstoppable.

That day, a plum rain fell from the sky, and almost all the demon saints died in that rain.

And he.

The reason he survived was not because of his profound cultivation, but because Fang Tianxin did it on purpose. To Fang Tianxin, crushing him to death was like crushing a grasshopper.

At that time, Fang Tianxin said: Someone once told him eight words: Born in adversity, die in peace. Once all the demons are wiped out, the human race will eventually perish.

That's the only reason he survived.

From then on, he realized that the so-called Demon Saint was only a Lesser Saint. And above the Lesser Saint, there was a Great Saint.

Fang Tiansheng is a great sage.

I learned from Fang Tiansheng that the pinnacle of the demon cultivation path in this world is, at best, the sanctification of the physical body, achieving immortality. They have only achieved perfection in their blood essence, lacking in their spirit energy.

If the demon race wants to become a great sage, they must break through the holy realm in all their energy, spirit and vitality, and then overcome the three disasters and five calamities before they can achieve complete merit.

The Great Sage Linggui asked: Is this the pinnacle of cultivation?

Do not!

Fang Tianxin replied: "The martial way has no end. The Great Sage merely broke free from the constraints of one side of the heavenly way, never concealing his own karma, and never entering a realm that cannot be spoken, imagined, or heard."

Will Fang Tianxin die?

To the Great Sage Linggui, it sounded like the biggest joke in the world. Even now, he was no match for Fang Tianxin. He was not a true Great Sage, he had just survived the Weak Water Tribulation.

In Fang Tianxin's words, he is a first-tribulation Saint King.

No one in this world can kill Fang Tianxin, not even Fang Tiandao.

Unless Fang Tianxin leaves on his own initiative, he is invincible and the Great Sage Linggui cannot survive a single move in his hands.

Below the Great Sage, we are all ants.

The Holy King is no exception.

Fang Tianxin might have already left. He was already invincible in the world, and the human race had settled down, so naturally he had nothing to worry about anymore.

Don’t dare to gamble!

If he guessed wrong, the Great Sage Spirit Turtle would have no luck. Even if Fang Tianxin had left, with his scheming and tactics, he would definitely have a backup plan, which the Great Sage Spirit Turtle could not deal with.

After pondering for a long time, the Great Sage Spirit Turtle slowly spoke: "The more chaotic the human race is, the better. It would be best if we beat them to pieces. We absolutely cannot allow them to unite."

"Secretly support the human race and fight the Holy Dragon Empire to the death. It would be best if we could push the Holy Dragon Empire to the brink and let this Saint see Fang Tianxin's methods!"

"Let the surrounding demon tribes prepare to take action and wait for the right time to launch a demon tide. By then, the human race will be troubled both internally and externally, and will naturally force Fang Tianxin out. Let the human race's strongmen experience Fang Tianxin's methods, and in the end, it will be the human race that will suffer the loss."

"Great Sage Linggui, if Fang Tianxin dies, or is killed by a powerful human, what should we do?"

Will this day really happen?

To be honest, even the Great Sage Linggui wouldn't dare to think about it.

"Will not."

"You haven't met Fang Tianxin, and you haven't experienced his methods. He is the true Great Sage, the only Great Sage in this world."

"The sky cannot cover his eyes, and the earth cannot bury his body."

"He can easily dispatch any of his avatars and remain unbeatable. All heroes are helpless, their spears useless. No one can stand against him, even across the vast expanse of time."