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

In Langya Prefecture, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, lies a hidden valley shrouded in bloodshed and demonic energy.

As the border of Langya Prefecture, the Ten Thousand Mountains border the Eight Desolations of the Demon Clan, and countless demon beasts appear every day.

At this moment, Luo Changting sat cross-legged on a mound of ten thousand demonic beast skeletons.

Fifteen years of slaughter and devouring had made the demonic energy on his body increasingly pure and terrifying.

The broken sword in his dantian was like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring his essence, energy, and spirit, urging him to become stronger.

"Not enough...not enough..."

Luo Changting took out a tattered animal hide from his bosom, on which were recorded many other secret rituals of the "Heavenly Demon Ritual".

This was the favor he received when he first contacted the "Heavenly Demon".

It was also his last hope.

Without hesitation, Luo Changting pricked his fingertip and, using his own blood essence as a guide, began to set up the ritual according to the diagrams on the animal hide.

Unable to find incense ash or rotten peach wood, they had to use blood instead.

In an instant, a cold wind howled through the valley, and demonic energy surged into the sky, converging into a huge and eerie vortex in mid-air.

However, just as the ritual was about to be completed, inside the bird's egg at the center of the ritual...

An even more ancient, vast, and pure will than his own demonic energy descended without warning.

Looking at that bird egg, Luo Changting's soul trembled.

A storm raged within him. This was... a demon?!

But why is it different from the last time?

He dared not make the slightest move, and even his thoughts almost stopped.

But that vast will comes and goes quickly.

puff-

Luo Changting heard a dull, soft sound.

It was as if a dead thing from the other side of the world had given a heartbeat.

An invisible wave emanated from the valley and spread out instantly, transcending space and time.

Like a pebble thrown into a still lake, it creates an invisible ripple.

It swept across the entire Langya Prefecture, passed through the prefecture capital, penetrated the layers of restrictions of the Demon Suppression Division, and reached the interior of the Demon-Containing Barrier.

The Demon Suppression Division.

Both the Cloud Chief and the being in the shadows heard the eerie heartbeat that seemed to come from an endless distance, yet was also very close at hand.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

As the head of the Demon Suppression Division, he was naturally extremely sensitive to all kinds of demonic energy and evil thoughts in the world.

Although this fluctuation was fleeting, its essence was profound and almost like the Tao.

"The Heavenly Demon has descended! What have you done?"

Chief Yun looked solemn as he examined the back of his hand; the Seven Mysterious Birds on it had not dimmed.

This indicates that Jiuge.com is still operational and has not been attacked by the Heavenly Demon's will.

Something unusual is bound to happen; who knows what other schemes the other party might have?

However, the being lurking in the shadows remained silent, its mind reeling.

I haven't started the ritual yet!

No! A third party is involved!

Who is so bold as to communicate with the Heavenly Demon?

He was lost in thought for a moment, his face darkening.

The Nine Songs Network was not destroyed; on the contrary, the signal to make a move in accordance with the agreement with the demon race has been sent.

The person behind this deliberately chose the time when he confronted the head of the Demon Suppression Division; they were truly cunning!

…………

at the same time.

One hundred thousand mountains.

The Qiongqi Demon King, who sat atop the throne of bones, suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying light flashing from his scarlet pupils.

"Signal!"

All the high-ranking members of the demon race looked toward the throne.

The Qiongqi Demon King, seated on his throne, grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and let out a hearty and cruel laugh.

"Hahahaha! The time has come! Humanity has blinded itself; Heaven is on my side!"

He stood up abruptly, his voice echoing throughout the entire royal court.

"Contact the Emperor Emeritus! Launch a full-scale attack!"

"Crush Langya, reclaim the mountains and seas!"

…………

Meanwhile, in the suburbs of Kongsang County, in the fields where the Lingnong people usually cultivate their crops.

"The spiritual plants have all rotted away."

The farmers complained about their daily routine in the fields.

"The spiritual energy lately is terrible, and the grand formation is in disarray again. What are the Construction Department doing... huh?"

Amidst their sighs, they noticed an unusual figure appearing on the usual sacred ground.

It was a man wearing a light blue robe.

His face was shrouded in a hazy mist, his aura extremely restrained, out of place with his surroundings, as if he were independent of this suburb.

"Fellow Daoists, why are you so fixated on this one corner of the world?"

"What good is it to bury a spiritual seed in rotten soil?"

"Wouldn't it be better to leave the farmland and seek other livelihoods?"

He asked the question casually, but his body never faced the Grimaldi directly.

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking?" the spirit farmers sneered.

"Moving to a new place and starting all over again—how easy is that?"

"If we honestly farm, we might not get rich, but at least we won't starve. If we jump out of the fields and fall into a pit, we'll suffer even worse than we are now. Who will we complain to then?"

The Lingnongs echoed their sentiments, their faces showing a mocking smile as they looked at those who were ignorant of the ways of the world.

Their generations of experience have taught them that land is fundamental and stability is the key to success.

Any "flexibility" that goes beyond their understanding means huge risks.

The man in the light blue robe listened quietly to their complaints and laughter, his gaze deep behind the clouds.

He said no more and sighed softly.

The man slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

The Grimaldians looked and saw that it was a seed.

The next moment, the man threw the seed into the already decaying spiritual soil.

"Fellow Daoist, this sacred land is under my contract!"

A grenadier roared angrily at the man dressed in light blue.

The harvest has been poor lately, and now people are occupying land.

How can we tolerate people planting things on our own land?

Suddenly, the ling farmer froze on the spot.

A deep, rumbling sound, seemingly originating from the very heart of the earth, suddenly spread outwards from the point where the seed landed!

Then, an indescribable burst of vitality erupted!

Click! Click!

The seed burst open instantly, and a tender green sprout broke through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The young shoots grow rapidly in the wind, at a speed that defies all reason!

An inch, a foot, a zhang... In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a sapling, and then continued to grow and stretch wildly!

The tree trunk became gnarled and vigorous, like a giant dragon coiling around it, and the bark cracked, forming natural patterns.

The branches and leaves stretched out, each leaf shimmering with a different light.

Water flows downwards, fire rises upwards, wood bends and straightens, metal changes shape, and earth cultivates and harvests...

The five elements of heaven and earth, as well as all kinds of Daoist principles such as wind, thunder, mountain, and marsh, all flow and evolve within it.

Even more chilling is that, as the giant tree grows, an irresistible suction force spreads from its roots, frantically drawing out the earth's spiritual energy from deep within the land.

The people around were horrified, speechless as they stared at the shocking scene. The spirit farmer even collapsed to the ground.

"The path of cultivation is not limited to the small plot of land in front of us."

The man shook his head slightly, his tone remaining calm.

Then, changing the subject, he spoke with a hint of condescension:

"We cultivators rise from the azure sea in the morning to the verdant mountains in the evening, and gaze upon the blue sky and the white sun in the evening."

The man in the light blue robe gazed calmly at the rapidly growing giant tree.

This statement seems to be addressed to the Gynts, and also to himself.

He watched silently as the giant tree gradually obscured the sky, without making a move.

"Who are you!?!"

The farmer looked alarmed, but the man did not respond.

The giant tree lowered its vines, wrapped them around him, and pulled him into the air.

From all directions, everyone under the shade of the trees was pulled into the sky.

"Such a limited perspective will ultimately confine you to a cage. For the sake of my Dao fruit, you may decay along with this place."

Zheng Quan spoke calmly, then stepped forward towards the sky, following the direction of Cangwu.

Kongsang County, and the surrounding mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of miles, trembled at the same time.

On the vast land, a human face faintly emerges.

A human face and mouth, Kongsang County.

Most of the cultivators in the county found it all very strange.

A high-level cultivator extended his divine sense, his face turning deathly pale.

The surrounding earth veins, like blood vessels, spread wildly, intertwined, and connected, instantly covering the entire horizon as far as the naked eye could see, and expanding into even more distant places!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to surge wildly, forcibly extracted, devoured, and transformed by the human face.

In Langya Prefecture, above ten places in the sky, leaden clouds were torn and swirled by an invisible force, forming ten enormous and unimaginable vortexes.

A cloud of light shot into the sky, vast and boundless, instantly engulfing the low-hanging leaden clouds and dyeing the entire sky.

The sky transformed into a vast sea of ​​blue clouds!

But the sea of ​​azure clouds did not stop. After climbing to a certain limit, it seemed that the sky could not bear its weight. Like a celestial river bursting its banks, it turned into a series of torrents of water that connected the sky and the earth, crashing down onto the earth below.

The vast blue clouds fall upon the boundless sea!

The misty clouds, imbued with the spirit of Kuafu's thirst, are pouring down with an apocalyptic force.

The earth transformed into a vast ocean.

In Langya Prefecture, a grand drama is about to unfold.