Chapter 114: Red Giant Ape

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Red Giant Ape

Outside, on the light screen above the altar, the motes of light representing Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling simultaneously vanished.

"What!"

The Black Robe Hall Master’s face went pale. The disappearance of the light motes meant that the two of them were dead, but he still found it hard to believe.

After all, Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling were the two he had the highest hopes for. Their strength was more than enough to crush anyone in the Foundation Establishment Realm; even if they met an opponent they couldn’t defeat, it was impossible that they would die.

Even the members of the other sects were astonished. They had witnessed Yi Xiaoyao slay nine Ninth-Layer Foundation Establishment Realm disciples, yet now he had apparently died at the hands of four disciples from the Cloud Transformation Sect. It was all too peculiar.

Shangguan Jingyun, however, broke into a satisfied smile. Such an outcome was exactly what he had expected.

"Shangguan Jingyun, what is the meaning of this!" the Black Robe Hall Master demanded grimly.

Shangguan Jingyun burst into laughter. "Since you want to know, I might as well tell you. This time, among the disciples from my Cloud Transformation Sect, one of them is in the Golden Core Realm."

The moment he spoke, the expression on every sect member’s face changed drastically.

Black Robe was seething with rage. He finally understood why Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling had died.

"Shangguan Jingyun, are you telling me you don’t know that the Ancient Great Demon Tomb Space is extremely unstable? It can’t possibly withstand the fluctuations from an attack at the Golden Core Realm!"

The others also wore looks of fury, because if the Ancient Great Demon Tomb Space were to collapse, every disciple inside would be buried alive.

Shangguan Jingyun said with a faint smile, "Of course I know that. If all the disciples who entered this time were at the Golden Core Realm, the space within the Great Demon Ancient Tomb would certainly collapse."

Then, a cunning smile spread across his face as he added, "But a single Golden Core Realm cultivator won’t cause a collapse. What’s more, my disciple has only just advanced to the Golden Core Realm. He doesn’t have the ability to destroy the space within the Great Demon Ancient Tomb by himself. At most, he can only create a few spatial rifts."

While Shangguan Jingyun’s words were true, even someone who had just advanced to the Golden Core Realm was an undoubtedly invincible force among a group of Ninth-Layer Foundation Establishment Realm disciples.

This was incredibly unfair to every other sect. Thus, regardless of whether they were from a Righteous Sect or an Evil Sect, the members of every faction were filled with immense anger at Shangguan Jingyun’s blatant violation of the rules.

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Meanwhile, Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling had been pulled into a spatial rift, which was why their motes of light had vanished from the screen in the outside world.

All around them was pitch darkness. A violent astral wind howled, brushing past Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao broke out in a cold sweat. The power of that astral wind was terrifying, and being intangible, his Spirit-Devouring Swordsmanship was completely unable to defend against it. Had it grazed him just now, he would have been killed without a doubt.

Just then, a soft, delicate hand took hold of his arm.

"Miss Yun? How did you end up in here too?"

Yi Xiaoyao froze, looking at Yun Mengling, who was holding onto him.

WHOOSH!

Before Yun Mengling could speak, another ferocious astral wind assailed them.

Yun Mengling let out a sharp cry, and a shield of sacred white light instantly materialized around them.

SCREEE...

The shield of white light wavered on the verge of shattering under the fierce assault of the astral wind, but it managed to hold for the moment.

Even Yi Xiaoyao was helpless against the power of this astral wind. He shot Yun Mengling a surprised glance, amazed that she could actually block something so terrifying.

"This place is full of astral winds. I can’t hold on for much longer. If this keeps up, we’re both going to die here," Yun Mengling said, her brow furrowed.

Hearing this, Yi Xiaoyao’s mind raced, desperately searching for a solution.

’Unless I had the Golden Core Realm strength of someone like Ouyang Bing and could tear open space to escape, we can only wait here to die.’

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao’s gaze locked onto something. Pointing in a specific direction, he cried out in astonishment, "There’s a palace over there!"

Yun Mengling followed his gaze and, sure enough, a black palace was floating silently in the distance.

"If I’m not mistaken, that is the Great Demon Ancient Tomb."

A hint of joy surfaced in Yun Mengling’s eyes.

Yi Xiaoyao was overcome with joy. It was just as the saying goes: to wear out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find what you’re looking for by sheer chance. A light in the darkness!

"But, how do we get over there?"

At the moment, they were both suspended in this space with nothing to use for leverage, making it impossible to move even an inch.

Just as Yi Xiaoyao was puzzling over this, he heard a bashful voice by his ear.

"Hold on to me," Yun Mengling said, her face blushing.

"Huh?" Yi Xiaoyao’s eyes widened.

’But she must have a reason for asking me to do this.’

A little nervous, Yi Xiaoyao gently wrapped his arms around Yun Mengling.

A pair of transparent, holy wings of Spiritual Power materialized from Yun Mengling’s back. With a flap, they began carrying the two of them toward the distant palace.

The palace loomed larger and larger before them. When they finally landed beneath its massive gate, Yi Xiaoyao reluctantly let go of the woman in his arms.

The two looked up at the massive gate before them. A blood-red plaque hung above it, inscribed with four large, powerfully scrawled words.

"Great Demon General’s Tomb"!

Each of the four words radiated an indescribable, Overbearing Aura that made the blood in Yi Xiaoyao’s veins begin to surge.

’What kind of opportunities, what sort of Creation, awaits us inside this Great Demon General’s Tomb?’

Unable to contain his excitement, Yi Xiaoyao stepped forward and pushed open the massive gate.

HUMMM!

A wave of surging Demonic Qi washed over them, filled with a potent battle intent.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! So long as my body is unyielding, the Prince shall not perish!"

A powerful, ancient voice, brimming with overwhelming might, echoed within the very souls of Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling!

They exchanged a shocked glance, each seeing the same astonishment reflected in the other’s eyes.

"Could it be... that Great Demon isn’t dead yet?" Yi Xiaoyao asked in disbelief.

Yun Mengling shook her head lightly. "That voice just now was the will of the Great Demon. To be precise, it was the Great Demon’s will from before its death."

Yi Xiaoyao gave a nod of vague understanding. By this point, the massive gate had swung fully open.

Before them lay a vast hall. There were no lavish decorations; everything was austere and ancient.

But Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling both looked up in horror. Before them stood a Red Giant Ape hundreds of feet tall, holding a massive black club and standing tall in the very center of the palace!

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