Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Changing One Demon Emperor

Boom!

At that moment, an earth-shaking boom erupted from the western region. The void of the Unsurpassed Divine Mountain was torn apart, and numerous stars instantly dimmed, extinguishing, and shattered into nothingness.

Everyone immediately turned around, looking toward the source of the sound.

They saw two enormous primordial spirits manifest between heaven and earth. One primordial spirit was a divine figure holding a sword, wearing a deity’s crown and treading upon a black tortoise.

The other primordial spirit was a towering ancient tree, its leaves obscuring the sky and its branches waving around, sweeping down stars like sword light and clashing with the sword-holding divine figure.

"Two peak quasi-emperors!"

Lin Qianmo and Lan Youruo focused their gazes, exchanged a look, and said, "That’s in Ao Bing and Yue Ruyi’s direction. Were they caught up in an unexpected change?"

"Let’s go take a look."

As allies with the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace and the Pure Land, they could not stand idly by when their allies were in trouble.

Their magical powers wrapped around the group, transforming into a long rainbow, and they rushed back along their original route toward the west.

Boom boom boom!

In the western region, the two primordial spirits wreaked havoc; the earth split open, and the void crumbled into nothingness.

Their powers stirred the heavens and earth, triggering residual divine abilities to unleash even more terrifying forces that flattened an area stretching tens of thousands of miles in radius.

"These two really are sworn enemies; they go all out the moment they meet each other," Ao Bing said with his arms folded, wearing an amused expression as if watching a show.

Yue Ruyi’s expression remained calm.

The sword-holding divine figure was Bai Yuehong’s primordial spirit, while that ancient tree was Yuan Daokong’s primordial spirit as the leader of the Taoist sect.

Yuan Daokong of the Taoist sect and Bai Yuehong were prodigies from the same era. Due to the enmity between their two major factions, they had fought each other from youth until now, without ever settling who was the stronger.

Therefore, they fought fiercely whenever they met.

The one-eyed elder watched warily and cautiously, guarding against one of the quasi-emperors from the Taoist sect.

That person was also a quasi-emperor level late-stage expert—a Beautiful Young Woman, draped in loose Taoist robes that concealed her graceful and well-proportioned figure.

The woman had a lovely face with skin as smooth as white jade, not a trace of time’s passage marring her youthful beauty.

"Yuan Daokong, over three thousand years have passed, and your cultivation hasn’t progressed an inch!" Bai Yuehong said with a cold gaze, his white hair fluttering in the wind, "True trash."

Opposite Bai Yuehong, a youth in green stood, his hair tied with a wooden hairpin and his Taoist robe fluttering gently. Hearing Bai Yuehong’s insults, he remained unmoved.

He manipulated his primordial spirit, and the ancient tree suddenly expanded; leaves tumbled down one after another like countless worlds descending and swirling around Bai Yuehong.

In an instant, Bai Yuehong disappeared.

Ao Bing narrowed his eyes slightly; this was the Taoist sect’s unified divine ability, "Thought Creates Ten Thousand Worlds," which grasped the mysteries of space. Once trapped within it, escape was extremely difficult.

Clang!

A sharp sword sound rang out as a massive sword light surged forth from the void, shattering layers of falling leaves, revealing the sword-holding divine figure before everyone’s eyes.

"These old tricks again?"

Bai Yuehong grinned contemptuously, "Can’t you come up with something new?"

"We’ve fought our entire lives without settling the score. Battling on holds no meaning," Yuan Daokong thought calmly, and his primordial spirit flew back into his Purple Palace.

"In my humble opinion, whoever first attains the Dao and becomes an emperor will be the winner."

Bai Yuehong sneered coldly, his primordial spirit entered the Purple Palace, and he lost any intention to continue fighting.

After all, this trip was not meant for battling Yuan Daokong.

The Unsurpassed Divine Mountain was a treasury, and he had no time to tangle with the demon clan, wasting effort foolishly.

"Dear friends, I was enjoying the show—why not continue the fight?" Lian Jiuyou had arrived unnoticed, seeing the two cease hostilities, and now he manifested his form.

Behind him stood the Golden Crow King and three quasi-emperors of the demon clan.

These four had headed to the rainbow bridge but were blocked by an array they couldn’t crack; detecting the commotion, they turned back here.

"Hmph."

Bai Yuehong couldn’t be bothered with Lian Jiuyou.

"Old Dragon Lord, I arrived first at this Unsurpassed Heavenly Pillar," Bai Yuehong stared at Ao Bing, "reasonably speaking, it should belong to me."

"You saw it, so it’s yours?"

Ao Lie said contemptuously, "We discovered this Unsurpassed Divine Mountain first—does that mean the entire mountain belongs to us?"

"A mere junior dares to speak wildly before me?"

Bai Yuehong’s gaze flickered, and a wisp of sword energy slashed out, aiming to kill Ao Lie.

"White-haired fool, you dare try to kill my son in my presence?" Ao Bing roared in thunderous fury, reaching out to grasp the void, crushing the sword energy instantly.

"Yuan Daokong, why not join forces with me today and annihilate the True Martial God Sect?"

Yuan Daokong’s brow lifted, seeming tempted.

"Hahaha…"

Lian Jiuyou laughed and said, "Old Dragon Lord, Brother Bai, we’re all old acquaintances—why resort to blades and swords? We’ll only hurt our harmony pointlessly."

"Sissy, are you siding with him?" The Old Dragon Lord’s eyes turned icy.

"Ao Bing, how dare you!"

The White Tiger King flew into rage, "You dare insult His Majesty?"

"Brother Demon King, why not ally with me to exterminate the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace and the demon clan?" Bai Yuehong smiled lightly, "I believe it won’t be difficult."

"Dear friends, you’ve gone too far," Yue Ruyi said coldly.

Liu Ningmei’s heart clenched tightly in suspense.

Ao Lie grew even more terrified.

If a battle truly erupted, it would be far too thrilling.

So many quasi-emperors fighting together were bound to shatter the sky and make the earth quake.

"You think I fear you?" Ao Bing unleashed his aura, a dragon’s roar shaking heaven and earth, as he genuinely intended to strike.

Ao Lie was now a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, his designated successor; Bai Yuehong targeting Ao Lie was aiming to sever the roots of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.

This was no trivial matter.

"Lian Jiuyou, if you want to act, better weigh it carefully—just see if you can withstand the pressure of us joining forces!" Yue Ruyi said.

Lian Jiuyou narrowed his long, peach blossom eyes.

"What happened?"

At that moment, Lin Qianmo and Lan Youruo arrived. The pair glanced at the quasi-emperors and lightly furrowed their brows. Four more quasi-emperors had emerged in just moments.

"It seems news of the Unsurpassed Divine Mountain’s emergence has spread throughout the Yuan Realm," Lan Youruo remarked.

"Who dares to make a move against the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace?"

Lin Qianmo’s tone was light, yet carried an inexplicable domineering edge.

Such presence surprised everyone—they had never witnessed it from her before.

Even Qi Ruyu found her slightly unfamiliar.

Only Lan Youruo, sworn sisters with Lin Qianmo, understood her temperament.

While Lin Qianmo usually appeared gentle, demure, and modest,

once battle began, she moved with thunderous resolve, leaving no loose ends unresolved.

This was the warning sign.

Lian Jiuyou’s pupils contracted slightly. Among this group,

Lin Qianmo remained the most enigmatic—and the one who instilled the deepest caution within him.

"There must be a misunderstanding, Daoist friend,"

Lian Jiuyou laughed. "This is a conflict between us and the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace. It bears no relation to you."

Bai Yuehong’s brows tightened faintly.

"What’s this woman’s background? Lian Jiuyou appears wary of her."

"The Eastern Sea Dragon Palace is my ally," Lin Qianmo declared, her gaze fixed on Lian Jiuyou. "If you strike them, you strike me. Should the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom wish to crown a new demon emperor, come forward now."

Pure dominance!

Qi Ruyu silently cheered.

Ye Hongchen’s admiration overflowed—truly, a devoted disciple of her Master.

Ao Bing’s face lit with joy. Here stood a steadfast ally indeed.

Yuan Daokong’s heart jolted. Exchanging a glance with the white-haired woman,

he seemed to ponder Lin Qianmo’s true identity.

"This won’t escalate into battle,"

Nangong Zhandao murmured. Casting a glance at the others,

he approached the Unsurpassed Heavenly Pillars to peacefully comprehend their secrets.

The crowd briefly eyed him but chose silence.

With tension filling the air, who had time to notice a mere cultivator of the saint realm?

"Hahaha…”

Instead of anger, Lin Qianmo’s declaration prompted hearty laughter from Lian Jiuyou.

"Daoist friend, what a forthright soul! I, this emperor,

truly desire a friendship with you."

The expressions of the White Tiger King, Golden Crow King, and Black Tortoise King darkened.

Lian Jiuyou was conceding ground.

"You?" Lin Qianmo’s gaze remained icy. "You’re not worthy."

Lian Jiuyou’s smile froze.

His eyes narrowed again like a snake, stirring murderous intent;

The Three Kings’ expressions likewise turned grave.

The demon emperor had already compromised, yet Lin Qianmo pressed even more aggressively—she was truly going too far.

If no explanation were given today, the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom’s dignity would be utterly lost.

"Confidence is a good thing,"

Lian Jiuyou said coldly, "But too much confidence becomes arrogance… and that gets people killed."

"You wish to fight me?"

Lin Qianmo swept a dismissive gaze over the crowd of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. "Had it been the Green Lotus Demon Emperor, I might have held some caution. But alas, he is already dead."

"As his son, you couldn’t even find his corpse to give him a proper burial. Are you worthy of being called demon emperor?"

Lin Qianmo removed the wooden hairpin from her hair.

The aura of the Ancient Tree began to unfurl.

"You… How do you know?"

Lian Jiuyou’s murderous intent vanished, replaced by stunned disbelief as he stared at Lin Qianmo.

This was his deepest burden.

His father died, yet he couldn’t find his remains to grant him peace in the earth. What sorrow was this?

The Three Kings were also profoundly shocked.

This was a secret of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, known to fewer than the fingers on one hand.

How did Lin Qianmo know?

Bai Yuehong took a step back, sensing danger. This woman before them had immense origins; she was not someone to provoke lightly.

"Daoist friend, do you know where my father is?" Lian Jiuyou’s thoughts were in disarray as he fixed an intense, burning gaze on Lin Qianmo, his voice thick with emotion.

"If you wish to know the Green Lotus Demon Emperor’s fate, you could always inquire with the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion," Lin Qianmo replied indifferently.

"Daoist friend—"

Lin Qianmo shot him a cold glance. A wave of icy dread washed over Lian Jiuyou, silencing him instantly.

"I will not pursue today’s conflict further,"

Lin Qianmo stated coldly. "You may fight amongst yourselves however you wish—it is none of my concern."

"However, should any of it involve the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace or the Pureland… do not blame me for showing no mercy."

"A sensible proposal."

The one-eyed elder offered an awkward smile. "We are all here seeking good fortune. Why waste time on personal grudges?"

"Sect Master, let us cede the Unsurpassed Heavenly Pillars to them. We shall seek other fortune elsewhere."

"Agreed."

Bai Yuehong took the exit the one-eyed elder offered. "Until we meet again."

The two swiftly departed.

"Ran so fast," the white-haired woman sneered.

"Fierce in appearance but cowardly at heart, utterly incapable of success."

Yue Ruyi watched Bai Yuehong’s fading figure and slowly shook her head. "If the True Martial God Sect falls into decline, it will inevitably be under Bai Yuehong’s leadership."

"Would it even be a question?"

Ao Bing said coldly, "From the moment the True Martial God Sect offended Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, the fortunes of all realms had almost ceased to be available to it."

"The predecessor hasn’t confronted him yet, likely because the time isn’t ripe."

"Once the predecessor takes action, it will surely be swift and devastating."

"We also take our leave."

Yuan Daokong bowed respectfully, then drifted away with the white-haired woman.

Lian Jiuyou still stood in place.

He was desperately eager to know news of the Green Lotus Demon Emperor.

However, Lin Qianmo ignored him completely.

After a moment, Lian Jiuyou sighed deeply; he would have to visit Heaven’s Secret Pavilion to seek the information.

The others left resentfully.

A whimper.

A soft murmur sounded.

One by one, divine patterns flew out from the Unsurpassed Heavenly Pillar, condensed into a scripture, and entered Nangong Zhandao’s mind.

The second Heaven’s Ultimate Four Symbols Scripture was obtained.

The Unsurpassed Heavenly Pillar emitted a crack sound, and cracks began to emerge.

"You comprehended it?"

Ao Lie stared at Nangong Zhandao with a look as if he were a freak.

"Yes."

He already had experience; comprehending it came easily as he followed the pattern. He swiftly comprehended the Heavenly Pillar and gained the Heaven’s Ultimate Four Symbols Scripture.

Ao Bing, Liu Ningmei, and others looked utterly astonished.

Ye Hongchen, Yang Xuanzhan, Qi Ruyu, and others were already numb.

The realm of a genius was beyond their understanding.

"Truly worthy of the top prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, possessing the True Immortal Form," Ao Bing glanced at Nangong Zhandao, then his gaze fell on Ao Lie as he sighed softly.

Ao Lie felt utterly ashamed.

Compared to Nangong Zhandao, he was just like an ordinary person.