Mysterious mirror hanging high

The Immortal Realm, the Three Heavens

On an unknown floating island, a place that was once a blessed land where yin and yang energies converged, is now shrouded in soaring evil energy and bloody light.

Banners blotted out the sun and shouts of battle shook the heavens on the island, where two groups of demonic cultivators were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Most of the cultivators in this area are burly and strong men, but there are also a few valiant female cultivators whose physiques are no less than those of men.

Their bodies are brimming with yang energy. When they unleash their supernatural powers, they can transform into a blazing sun burning in the sky, or their punches can be as powerful as falling stars. Every move and every stance carries the radiant power of pure yang.

On the other side, there were mostly slender and beautiful female cultivators, with a few men who had delicate features and snow-white skin.

Their cultivation methods were completely opposite. When they unleashed their spells, there was a Taiyin cold tide freezing the void, and there were ghostly shadows and illusory bodies that were difficult to distinguish from reality, showing a yin, unpredictable, chilling and bone-corroding appearance—clearly a group of demonic cultivators who mainly cultivated the laws of yin.

These two groups of demonic cultivators are no ordinary people; they are full of geniuses, and a small portion of them are no less than the true disciples of demon lords like Yuan Jiqing and Bai Zhaoyue!

The majority of the remaining ones are at least at the level of true disciples within the Golden Immortal Daoist lineage.

If there were cultivators familiar with both sides present, they would immediately recognize that these were disciples of the two Dao Lord factions under the Yin-Yang Demon Court—the Lesser Yin Palace and the Lesser Yang Palace.

It's rather strange that the Yin-Yang Demon Court has four subordinate Dao Lord forces: the Sun, Lesser Yang, Greater Yin, and Lesser Yin, each managed by a demon lord who cultivates Yin and Yang.

Unlike the Five Virtues under the Five Elements Immortal Court, who help each other and live in harmony, the Yin and Yang factions of the Demon Court have always been at odds, with the disciples of the Yin Palace and Yang Palace regarding each other as enemies.

Thus, the strange scene unfolded today: although both Lesser Yin and Lesser Yang belong to the Yin-Yang Demon Court, their disciples were fighting each other here.

At this moment, the cultivators were bloodthirsty and held nothing back, each move aimed directly at vital points. The deafening roar of colliding divine powers intertwined with the screams of falling cultivators, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and fragments of spiritual weapons scattered in all directions, turning this originally beautiful floating island into a brutal inferno.

Above the clouds, the Yin-Yang Demon Lord was lounging lazily on a soft couch formed from black and white energies.

His handsome yet charming face was filled with boredom. He rested one hand on his chin and casually toyed with a self-spinning, ever-evolving Tai Chi ball with the other, calmly overlooking the bloody battle below.

Just as the Yin-Yang Demon Lord found the battle below monotonous and tedious, the female prime minister parted her red lips slightly and lazily yawned.

At that moment, the void before Him suddenly began to boil without warning.

The previously empty space suddenly began to distort violently, but the ripples of this distortion were completely irregular.

Some parts bulge forward, forming indescribable sharp geometric shapes.

Some parts collapsed inward, becoming bottomless microscopic vortices.

The colors change in an instant; one moment it is pure black that devours all light, and the next it bursts out with dazzling, colorful light.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely chaotic gas contracted inward and suddenly transformed into a suspended "sphere".

It is called a "sphere" simply because it is roughly a "clump".

Its surface is anything but smooth; it is constantly flowing, growing, festering, and regenerating.

One second it might bulge out a piece of cold, hard metal that keeps changing shape, and the next second the metal melts into a sticky, soft mud with colorful bubbles, and from the mud open countless eyes of different sizes and with no two pupils the same shape.

These eyes blinked erratically, each looking in a completely different direction, and some even stared at each other.

It has no fixed aura; sometimes it exudes an ancient and vast atmosphere of the beginning of all things and the chaos before they were divided, and at other times it reveals a deathly stillness as if all things were at their end and the world was ending.

The yawn on the charming female face of the Yin-Yang Demon Lord instantly disappeared, while the male face, with its strong and resolute features, also revealed a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

"chaos?"

The Yin-Yang Demon Lord spoke, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger, but his rudeness was obvious, as if an uninvited guest covered in mud had suddenly barged into his backyard while he was sunbathing.

"Why are you, this lump of mush, not staying in the still undeveloped Fourth Heaven? What are you doing here? Look at your behavior, you've made a mess of my beautiful clouds."

This strange, seemingly chaotic sphere is actually another supreme being from the Celestial Realm—

Chaos Demon Lord!

An extremely unpleasant voice arose from nowhere, transforming into a strange whisper with an enigmatic meaning, but for the Yin-Yang Demon Lord, the meaning of this whisper was perfectly clear:

"Hermaphrodite, have you witnessed the struggle of your inner demons?"

The Yin-Yang Demon Lord didn't even lift his eyelids, and simply said calmly, "The inner demon didn't hide from anyone, and it didn't have any [Hidden] help to cover it up. Who couldn't see those little tricks?"

"However, I do admire Him somewhat. Even though He has been completely imprisoned by the [Universe] and the [Cosmic Light], He can still leak out a little trick through a weak connection."

"Hehe, the Dao Venerable is still the Dao Venerable after all. Even if he is completely imprisoned or extremely weak, he can still easily have an impact on the present world."

The Chaos Demon Lord spoke again, "What do you think He is doing? Hunting down prodigies?"

"Is it important?"

Yin Yang Demon Lord chuckled, “The geniuses of the Immortal Realm are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Once one batch is cut down, another will immediately grow back. How can He kill them all? Besides, you and I both know that the biggest hurdle to becoming a Venerable is actually the final tribulation of inner demons. Everything He is doing now seems to me like taking off his pants to fart, which is completely unnecessary.”

"I think it's a good thing. How can a genius become a talent if he doesn't go through trials? Maybe he will make a mistake and become a Dao Venerable."

"Since it's all unnecessary, why is He doing all this?" the Chaos Demon Lord asked in a deep voice.

"Who knows? Maybe they were just bored after being imprisoned for countless ages, so they sought some amusement."

The Yin-Yang Demon Lord curled his lip: "The place where He resides has no concept of space; it is infinitely far in all directions. [Cosmic Light] has completely intercepted that period of time and left it in the [Past]. Besides relying on the faint connection that still exists with the present world to manipulate people's hearts and amuse himself, what else can He do?"

"Of course, perhaps He is trying to save Himself, but it is destined to be in vain."

"Although the Dao Venerable cannot be killed, He will be trapped in a cage forever until the One Yuan and His people figure out a way to kill the Dao Venerable."

The Chaos Demon Lord remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps He has found hope of escaping... I want to help Him."

"Why?" the Yin-Yang Demon Lord retorted, "Do you also want to be imprisoned by the One Yuan and them?"

"Creating the Immortal Realm, destroying the Immortal Realm... one era after another, it's too tedious. Life... shouldn't be a boring repetition."

The Chaos Demon Lord said indifferently, "Chaos...disorder...that's what I pursue."

"With just you? At most, you could include the [Netherworld Lord], but that's a drop in the ocean... It's impossible."

"That's why I've come to find you," said the Chaos Demon Lord.