Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

In Feiguang Prefecture, with the appearance of the Demon Lord, the demonic seed has spread like a plague, and the place is already in complete chaos.

With frequent personnel changes at the Holy Court, the surviving cultivators were filled with anxiety, and the low-level cultivators and mortals who managed to escape with their lives fled this dangerous place in a panic, dragging their families along with them.

Chaos often means a brief vacuum of order.

Shen Moyan didn't delay. If a powerful figure were to trace the cause and effect of his possession of the "immunity token" and his indirect involvement in the Demon Lord's premature resurrection, any one of these events would be enough to make him a target of public criticism.

It's no longer safe to stay in Gwangju.

"With the situation so chaotic, it's probably not advisable to go directly to Dilin Prefecture."

After a moment's thought, Shen Moyan made his decision.

"Let's go to Tianya Prefecture first; Cen Bolang's true form might be there too."

"I still have evidence that he smuggled demon cores, and I can use that to blackmail him."

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Fly to Guangzhou, the interstate teleportation hall.

The once orderly and magnificent hall is now in complete chaos.

Outside the palace, a burst of spiritual light flashed in the sky, and demonic energy soared into the heavens, clearly indicating that the demonic infection had spread to the core of the prefecture.

The hall was teeming with people, and shouts and curses filled the air. They were all cultivators trying to escape the state through the teleportation array.

Among them were many beings at the Purple Mansion Realm, who were all completely disoriented at this moment, looking as panicked as stray dogs.

Shen Moyan concealed his aura and mingled with the crowd, his gaze quickly sweeping over the giant teleportation array that was hundreds of feet tall and whose runes had stopped flowing.

The formation had collapsed after the attack, and the formation masters were desperately trying to repair it.

"What the hell! What are you guys at the Feiguangzhou Construction and Maintenance Office doing?!"

"How much greed must have gone into building such a shoddy magic array?"

"Hurry up and fix it! Demons have broken in!"

"Make way! Make way, all of you! The esteemed Master Yin He is here!"

A clear shout rang out, and an irresistible magical force pushed the crowd aside.

A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with a lean face and dignified bearing, strode over, surrounded by a group of cultivators.

His body was filled with harmonious magical power and profound aura, clearly indicating that he was at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm.

It was none other than the Great Master Yin He, who was known as the "First Purple Mansion of Flying Light".

His expression was solemn, yet he showed little panic, clearly demonstrating a level of mental cultivation far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"It's Senior Yin He!"

"The Guardian of the Way, the Tiger Guard of the Fifth Rank!"

"Please, real person, protect us and help us escape from Feiguang State!"

The crowd stirred and gathered around him, as if they had found their leader.

Master Yin He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Please be at ease, everyone. Once the teleportation array is repaired, please line up in an orderly manner and you may all leave."

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the array masters maintaining order, and he said:

"High-ranking officials go first, and priority is given to ensuring the smooth flow of the transmission channels."

At his words, the expressions of the lower-level cultivators changed, and their eyes widened in anger.

"Why should I?!"

A cultivator of a lower realm roared in fury.

Master Yin He glanced at him indifferently.

The next moment, a flash of white light appeared, and his head fell off.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The once noisy hall suddenly became completely silent.

Some of the cultivators present looked terrified, while others were dismissive.

If any other cultivators dared to resist or utter a word of dissent, Master Yinhe would kill them without hesitation.

Anyway, the Nine Songs Seal has already been destroyed by the Demon Lord, so there's no way to prove it now.

Shen Moyan's mind stirred, and he stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting:

"This junior, Shen Moyan of the Array Formation Pavilion, has some knowledge of array formations and wishes to lend you a helping hand, Master!"

At this moment, his aura was concealed to the level of a late-stage Transcendent Realm cultivator, but his words were earnest and his eyes were clear.

In addition, the name of the Formation Pavilion is quite convincing in such a chaotic situation.

Master Yinhe glanced at him and saw that he had multiple array plates on his body and a calm and steady gaze, which did not seem like that of a cunning person.

And since this was a time when manpower was needed, he nodded slightly:

"Thank you for your trouble, young friend."

"I will obey the Master's decree!"

Shen Moyan responded and quickly joined Master Yin He's team.

With Master Yin He's name on him, things became much easier for him. He could even leave first, following behind him.

Outside the hall, low-level cultivators with low Nine Song Seal levels were thrown out of the hall as cannon fodder to resist the advance of the demons.

"It's fixed! The teleportation array is back to normal!"

"Let me go first!"

"How dare you! I'm leaving!"

Ignoring Master Yinhe's warning, the cultivators pushed and shoved their way to the front of the formation.

The teleportation beam lights up, and spatial teleportation begins.

Shen Moyan also tried to squeeze in, but suddenly, his senses went into overdrive.

From Xi Yi's perspective, the causal lines of the killing calamity quickly solidified.

Oh no! Retreat immediately!

Shen Moyan frowned, stepped back behind the crowd, and went to the edge of the main hall.

boom!

Almost simultaneously, a violent, eerie, and terrifying pressure filled with a destructive will surged out of the teleportation array like a tangible tide of blood!

The crowd of cultivators in front instantly turned into a pool of blood.

"It's so lively!"

An arrogant voice rang out; it belonged to a young man dressed in a scarlet demon robe, with a sinister face and eyes as red as blood jade.

He stepped through the void, walking step by step from the teleportation array into the main hall.

"The formation of Feiguang Prefecture was damaged; I thought we wouldn't be able to get through."

Surrounded by a blood-red aura, he opened his lips and inhaled, absorbing all the essence of the blood from the fallen cultivators.

His figure faintly revealed countless vengeful spirits wailing and struggling within him, their aura subtly comparable to that of Yin He Zhenren, a peak-level Purple Mansion cultivator.

The moment the other party appeared, the dark red line of cause and effect of the killing calamity in Shen Moyan's perspective suddenly became scorching hot!

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I almost instinctively wanted to run away.

But he forcibly suppressed his impulse.

Since the other party's gaze was not directly locked on him, if he ran away at this moment, he would inevitably attract the other party's attention.

"Who goes there!"

Master Yin He shouted sternly.

"The true teachings of the Six Hells, unrestrained and wild." The man spoke lazily, his voice carrying a strange magnetism that stirred the hearts of those who heard it.

"Demonic cultivator?"

Just as Master Yin He was about to make a move, he was stopped by Yi Shukuang.

"Wait, I mean no harm."

Yi Shukuang said indifferently, seemingly not wanting to waste time on Master Yin He.

"I have a question that I would like to ask you all."

"As long as you answer, I will immediately retreat and make the demons outside withdraw, giving you enough time to leave Feiguang Prefecture. There is no need to fight or grab."

Yi Shukuang blocked the teleportation array, and the cultivators, as if facing a formidable enemy, retreated in all directions.

Outside the palace lurks a sea of ​​demonic creatures, and ahead lies the unfathomable true disciple of the Demonic Sect—truly a situation of being attacked from both sides.

"Can."

Yin He Zhenren accepted the other party's request.

Upon hearing this, Yi Shukuang spoke leisurely:

"The two great inscriptions existed during the Langya War. Although they flew into the heavens, Feiguang Prefecture was still affected."

"You are all cultivators from various parts of Feiguang Prefecture. You must have traveled a long way and endured much hardship to get here."

"Did any of you notice anything unusual while traveling to Guangzhou?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators wore complex expressions, filled with confusion and bewilderment. Someone stepped forward:

"The earth's veins are trembling, and there are indeed unusual phenomena, but we do not know what they are."

"We are just refugees, and we hope that you will do us a favor."

Everyone's running for their lives; it's a matter of life and death. Why would they care about other trivial matters?