Red Heart Patrols the Sky

At this moment, Chan Fayuan from Ancient Nan Mountain suddenly said: "Send this seat inside! This seat wants to fight for the demon clan in person!"

Lu Ximing did not utter a word. Could it be that this monk lost the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, and his mind went with it? How could a Heavenly Demon enter under such circumstances?

The God Enthronement Platform was a setup within the Shenxiao World, deeply understanding its temporal and spatial order, and the passage targeted only the God Enthronement Platform itself, actually penetrating the rules of the Shenxiao World. It was like a small window opened on a prison gate, delivering a meal was one thing, but how could a fully armed prison guard be sent in?

Forcibly breaking into the Shenxiao World would inevitably provoke intense resistance from the Shenxiao World. Not to mention what could be done with the world left by the Shenxiao King, even if the rules were truly defeated, there would be nothing to hope for anymore.

As expected, the grand voice from the God Enthronement Platform instantly refused: "The passage is too narrow, a Heavenly Demon cannot be sent."

But Chan Fayuan’s booming voice followed: "I am willing to sever my Tao Path, fall to become a True Monster, only seeking to enter the Shenxiao World to save my demon clan’s prodigy and kill a human genius!"

Everyone knew he was doing it for the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, yet indeed, no one expected him to have such determination!

At this moment, the powerful figure presiding over the God Enthronement Platform was somewhat shocked too, after a pause, responded through the God Enthronement Platform: "Even if the Tao Path is severed, the body of a Heavenly Demon cannot continue, we ask for the Bodhisattva’s understanding."

After a moment, the voice added: "The Knowledge and Hearing Bell is a supreme treasure of the demon clan’s Buddhism, it belongs to Buddhism."

This was to give Chan Fayuan reassurance, indicating that the Ancient Imperial City would never covet the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, nor allow Quan Yingyang or Zhu Xuan to swallow it.

Although Chan Fayuan hoped the Ancient Imperial City would clearly state the Bell’s belonging to Ancient Nan Mountain rather than broadly the Monster Realm Buddhism, he understood that this level of promise was the limit.

Ji Xingkong, who was staring intently from the side, wasn’t so easily dealt with.

The God Enthronement Platform issued a summons, and several Heavenly Demons on site gave their approval.

Thus, the matter was settled.

Zhu Xuan and Quan Yingyang, who were summoned, had already appeared on the God Enthronement Platform. They only had time for one glance at each other before the brilliant light surrounded them, and their figures flashed and vanished.

The entire God Enthronement Platform’s brilliance suddenly dimmed, seemingly becoming the most ordinary stone platform, devoid of any spiritual power. It might take a long time to nurture before it could be used again.

But this was the cost that "foolproof" had to bear.

At this moment, the True Monsters were already in formation!

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In the dim Blood Flesh Wan Shen Cave.

Xiong Sansi fell to his knees in despair, silently becoming a statue.

The bright silver spear taken from Yu Xin was dyed golden with divine origin, only to fall powerlessly in the air. It plunged into the rapidly depleted sea of divine power, leaving one last lonely splash.

The spear fell to its end, and the sea of divine power ceased to exist.

The laughter of Lingxihua turning away was heard from outside the Blood Flesh Wan Shen Cave, as were the sounds of battle arising for some unknown reason, all seemed far away. Yet somehow, that lone splash knocked inside his mind.

Inside his mind, water rippled like a mirror, reflecting faces that were blurred.

Who have I forgotten?

He thought.

Master, Senior Brother, the unfortunate Fourth Junior Brother, the young Junior Brother who had a chance to be invincible at the same level.

And...

There was also Zhao Nan, who called himself the first knife man in Linzi.

Indeed, the closest Third Junior Brother.

The master often busy with military duties, often didn’t return to Linzi even once a year.

The Senior Brother long-playing the role of the master, sometimes had to feign serious authority to manage them. Worrying daily about this one’s cultivation, worrying about that one’s studies, while also participating in Nine Soldiers’ Strategies and military management...

As the Second Brother, it was quite relaxing, only needing to take the juniors out to play.

Zhao Nan loved to follow him.

Asking the spear north and south, trying the fist east and west. Showing off martial prowess, was there anything more fun?

If trouble came, they broke it together, and responsibilities... the Senior Brother bore.

He thought he could never forget the Third Junior Brother, because many knife techniques he used in the Monster Realm were inspired by Ji Zhaonan back then.

Yet slowly, those deeply imprinted people and events became increasingly difficult to mention.

Because the possibility of going home became more fleeting, the more effort, the more knowledge, the more one understood the meaning of despair.

His painstaking strategy, participating in the Shenxiao scheme, was his last gamble, yet resulted in a path to the Absolute Summit for Tiger Taisui.

The struggles in the Thousand Tribulations Cave, the efforts of the past thirteen years... were not in vain. Yes, all contributed to Tiger Taisui.

The more effort, the more unfortunate. The more struggle, the more pain.

Why didn’t I just die on the battlefield then!

Why did I keep struggling to live through so many unbearable moments!

These searing emotions branded on the wounds like a hot iron soon faded away.

I’m truly too tired...

"To Guanhe Platform, can Senior Brother claim the leader?"

"We agreed, Senior Brother! This year you claim the leader, next year I will!"

"How could you lose, that’s absurd? You old trickster, you’re not planning to drag it to the next session and compete with me, are you!? Oh no, you’ll be too old next year, hahaha, lie down! Just watch me!"

"Going to the Gate of All Demons again? You’re still not healed! Alright, alright, responsibility, responsibility, you’re becoming more like the Senior Brother, it’s so boring! Go on, go... take care!"

In his mind, it felt like such voices emerged. Yet again, they grew distant.

Those youthful spirits, those ambitious aspirations.

All have passed...

Xiong Sansi felt his consciousness dispersing.

His body was also falling.

Just like all those past events, leaving never to return.

However...

What’s that sound?

Who’s speaking?

Who is calling?

"This person is—"

This person is?

Person?

Yellow River... Leader?

Qi Country’s... Yellow River Leader?

The Yellow River Leader from Qi Country at the Yellow River Gathering?

Qi Country, Yellow River Gathering, Leader?!

Ji Zhaonan?!

Xiong Sansi, who was falling, suddenly opened his eyes!

Not Ji Zhaonan...

Jiang Wang?

Unfamiliar...

But it doesn’t matter.

Did you seize the glory that I could not?

Did you fulfill my Daqi’s aspiration to stand among Hegemony Countries from now to the future?

Why are you here?

Are you the same as I am?

At this moment, Lu Qilang’s form just burst out of the Blood Flesh Wan Shen Cave, and he had just fallen to the bottom of the dried-up divine power gold sea—a deep pit of blood and flesh formed by the already cracked Divine Ape’s image, right beside the inverted golden spear.

His vigorous body crashed at the bottom of the blood hole with a massive, desolate sound, strikingly lonely in the Blood Flesh Wan Shen Cave.

But he reached out and grabbed this spear infused with divine origin.

His eyes lit up.

His long hair danced wildly in the air!

Never met the Daqi Yellow River Leader...

A lifelong regret!

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From the God Enthronement Platform issuing the glory task, to Lu Qilang breaking out of the Blood Flesh Wan Shen Cave and narrowly missing Jiang Wang, witnessing him fall into the sea of clouds with a single shadow down the mountain...

It was merely in the blink of an eye.

Lu Qilang certainly wasn’t about to let him go.

Not to mention the unavoidable nature of the glory task, nor its abundant rewards.

Just from the responsibility and pride as a demon clan prodigy dictated he wouldn’t have any other choice.

He charged forth like a rainbow, penetrating the clouds at a speed far faster than Lingxihua’s, pursuing Jiang Wang. His inspiration watched and moved with opportunity. The sword lights almost formed another sea below the clouds; this mountainside was destined for a downpour today!

But there was another figure, faster than him—

Zhu Lanruo, who had been blocking the descending path and fooled several times!

She had more reasons not to let go easily since her Eternal Youth Spring lay at the foot of the mountain!

Only to see her figure shatter like a shadow.

The mountain’s eternal spring resounded, the water forged a demon body.

Clear water emerging from the hibiscus, she emerged from the Eternal Youth Spring!

The previously severed string appeared back in her hand at some point, already restored.

The jade hand pulled the string, a Blood Bead walked along it.

The figure soared like an eagle, slicing through the cloud sea with resolute momentum, narrowly splitting the divine statues to fall from the mountainside.

Zheng!

A harmonica sound reverberated between heaven and earth.

Sword light, knife light, spear glow, flying arrows... all greeted head on!