Chapter 609 - 277: The Emergence of the True Demon, The Dragon Emperor Descends (Part 2)

Taking advantage of the time before the Power of Corruption rushes into the Cultivation Realm, go to the Demon Race Ancestral Court and within the range of the Demonic Influence, kill as many as possible.

Once the Power of Corruption completes its breakthrough, immediately choose to settle accounts and leave.

But...

But?

What kind of messy things am I thinking about?

Am I actually feeling fear?

Endless Blood Evil Qi suddenly rushed through the soul, making Lu Wenwu shiver.

He recalled the thoughts that had just arisen in his heart and looked at the Power of Corruption with increasingly serious eyes.

Terrifying, truly terrifying.

Even with my mental state, I got caught off guard.

This kind of Power of Corruption that can unknowingly lead one astray and even trigger the negative power within is a bit too frightening.

Is this... True Demon?

Lu Wenwu recalled some information that the Old Dragon Emperor had told him, and his estimation of the threat of the True Demon rose another level.

Facing such enemies, those with weak wills might defect at any time.

Cultivators can resist using techniques like the Clear Heart Technique and the Ice Heart Technique, but mortals have no chance of resistance against this level of erosion.

It’s not that their will isn’t firm enough, nor that cultivators are necessarily stronger than mortals.

It’s just that their hardware can’t keep up.

No matter how strong the software is, it can’t exert the corresponding strength.

Those mortals with iron wills can indeed resist the erosion of corruption like Lu Wenwu.

But what about their souls?

The human soul has limited capacity and processing power for information, even with the assistance of the brain.

This is why hyperthymesia is an illness, and the brain automatically deletes unimportant information, compressing and packing less used information to make space for more important things.

Including the Underworld guiding souls for reincarnation, which requires Meng Po Soup to clear the memory of the previous life for system reinstallation.

Under the wash of truly corruptive forces of massive negative information, at most in a second, a mortal’s soul will directly collapse into a pile of soul fragments mixed with vast negative information.

Such an enemy... it’s too terrifying.

Impossible to defend against!

Returning to the Cultivation Realm, Lu Wenwu immediately destroyed the anchor altar here.

Although it doesn’t mean much, it could at least buy a little more time.

Lu Wenwu’s Nether Yin Dragon Wings behind him fluttered nonstop as he shot towards the direction of the Demon Race Ancestral Court.

In mid-air, he took out two communication talismans from his storage bag, injecting spiritual power.

"It’s a matter concerning your lives and property. Immediately drop everything and bring the in-charge to meet me at the Demon Race Imperial Palace in the Demon Race Ancestral Court before sunset."

With that, the two communication talismans turned into light and disappeared in two different directions.

One was to the Blood River Demon Venerable, the other was stolen from the Qiankun Bag of Saint Venerable Heng Ru.

At that time, Lu Wenwu had robbed the high-ranking members of the Immortal Dao Alliance and got many good things.

He’s not worried they wouldn’t come, there’s no need for threats.

To the Blood River Demon Venerable, Lu Wenwu is almost like a spiritual guide now.

Saying Lu Wenwu is the Demon Dao Supreme Emperor would not be a problem.

As for the Righteous Dao side...

Faced with a top combat power wielding a lot of leverage over the Immortal Dao Alliance, does Saint Venerable Heng Ru dare not come?

He himself is the biggest threat.

"Why isn’t it working?"

After sending out the sound transmission talismans, Lu Wenwu intended to construct a teleportation channel to leap directly to the Demon Race Ancestral Court.

But this time, he couldn’t reach an extraordinary performance.

The best he could do was construct a temporary teleportation channel that could jump nearly a thousand miles.

Finding no alternative, Lu Wenwu could only rely on alternating physical flight and teleportation to travel.

With the support of many means, he crossed tens of thousands of miles in less than half an hour and arrived over the Demon Race Ancestral Court.

The Demon and Human Races have been at it since the Immortal Ancient times, learning a lot about restrictions and arrays in the process.

Just barely out of the teleportation channel, the restrictions like no-fly and early warning systems below immediately locked onto him, performing their intended functions.

A powerful force accumulated on his body, as if it wanted to drag him down from high above.

Lu Wenwu waved a hand, the Demon God Order appearing in his grasp and its aura trembling.

The array forces, reinforced by the Demon Race for countless years, lost their target, restoring peace as if nothing had happened.

The Demon God Alliance’s members reacted swiftly, with a large number of Demon Gods and Demon Kings flying out instantly from the ancient palace below.

Layer after layer of Demon Beasts transformed into their true forms in the air, encircling Lu Wenwu.

Who the hell is this human charging into the Demon Race Ancestral Court?

Honestly, they were furious amidst astonishment.

Furious, because a human dared to enter the Demon Race Ancestral Court, even above the Demon Race Imperial Palace, blatantly disrespecting the Demon God Alliance!

Not even during the slump of the Demon Race Empire’s downfall did someone chase them back to their doorstep like this!

As for astonishment...

They had no idea how the other party got in.

Did every Demon Beast with eyes along the tens of thousands of miles of mountain ranges outside go blind?

Can’t they see such a big living person flying inside?

Also, how did the warning systems and defensive arrays get disabled by the other party?

An old Flood Dragon at the peak of Divinity Transformation stood in front of Lu Wenwu.

He was very old, even within the Demon Race.

It’s said that he is now six thousand years old, a living fossil in the Demon Race Ancestral Court, stationed at the Demon Race Imperial Palace all year round.

Even the current Grand Elder of the Demon God Alliance must greet him as a senior.

The old Flood Dragon spoke in human words, "Human, this is not where you should be."

"To be fair, that’s true." Lu Wenwu nodded slightly.

With a thought, his tall body transformed abruptly in the air, with terrifying Dragon Flames spreading forth.

Dragon scales covered him, and a boundless Dragon Power surged.

The Dragon Emperor’s Crown of Light condensed high above, revealing the Purgatory Dragon Body’s majesty for the first time in the Cultivation Realm.

In an instant, a thousand-meter-long Half-Dragon Demon Beast soared in the air, its blood-red Dragon Eyes sweeping over the Flood Dragon before it.

The Demon God Order floated in front of Lu Wenwu, its cloud-patterned light shining brightly.

The Golden Dragon relief seemed to come alive, emitting a series of resounding dragon roars.

Even the Demon Race Imperial Palace below trembled as a result.

Amazingly durable across millennia, the formation continued to operate smoothly.

The half-solid projection of a Golden Dragon Treasure Couch within the Dragon Mansion Hall supported Lu Wenwu’s vast body aloft.

The former dignity of the Demon Race Emperor overwhelmed, with unparalleled powerful aura blossoming without restraint.

Many Demon Gods instantly felt an instinctive want to kowtow like wild beasts in the Mortal World.

And as Dragon Power intensified, the feeling grew stronger.

Demon Gods could withstand it, but lower-cultivation Demon Kings couldn’t bear the overwhelming bloodline pressure, falling one after another, bowing respectfully to the gigantic Purgatory Dragon.

"So, how about now?"

Lu Wenwu spoke in Dragon Language, questioning solemnly.

The earlier-speaking Flood Dragon trembled in mid-air, overwhelmed.

On matters of identity, Lu Wenwu explained nothing.

But the glaring Demon God Order, True Dragon Treasure Couch projection, Dragon Emperor’s Crown of Light, and the pressure and pulse from bloodline said it all!

Feeling the breath of a True Dragon, experiencing their bloodline’s boil, the old Flood Dragon couldn’t help shedding tears, suppressing excitement while lowering its head.

"Jiao Shengwu of the Liujiang Water Race in the Southwest, greets His Majesty the Dragon Emperor."

The old Flood Dragon’s words caused an uproar in the entire Demon Race Ancestral Court.