The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 110 Vast as the Sea

Yun Weiyang gripped the sword hilt, feeling the indescribable, immense power within the blade. A dark light flickered in her eyes as the memories Su Qinghe had compiled flooded into her mind.

The Nine Netherworld Sect, the Ninefold Underworld Prison.

The prison gate still stood at the end of the square. Yun Weiyang walked out of the gate with a calm step and a faint smile on her face.

The people in the square had all left, leaving only two true disciples guarding the prison gates. They stared in surprise as Yun Weiyang walked out of the gates.

The two disciples looked at the timer array still running on the prison gate, then at Yun Weiyang, their eyes full of doubt. There were still some days before the Demon Abyss closed, so why was Yun Weiyang out now?

Yun Weiyang ignored the two disciples, raised her head, and looked up at the dark dome above the plaza.

A streak of blood-red light fell from the sky, as fast as a shooting star, and landed in front of Yun Weiyang in the blink of an eye.

As the bloodstains dissipated, Li Qinghe emerged, still dressed in a dark red outfit, with the Seven Kill Sword hanging at her waist.

Looking at Yun Weiyang, Li Qinghe spoke expressionlessly.

"Did you get the Heavenly Demon Eye?"

Yun Weiyang shook her head, looking somewhat regretful, and sighed, "Unfortunately, no, the opponent was too strong. We couldn't win and had to escape back."

Li Qinghe frowned, his divine sense covering Yun Weiyang like a thin veil. There were no serious injuries or hidden ailments. In fact, Yun Weiyang's aura was even more refined than before she entered the Demon Abyss. This was not the state she was in after escaping from the Demon Abyss.

"Who is the opponent?"

"All the demonic forces of the ten directions have arrived." Yun Weiyang counted on her fingers, her tone relaxed. "There's a kid from Primordial Mountain who cultivates both the 'Black Abyss Forest Book' and the 'Heavenly Demon Yin Thunder Scripture,' his methods are ruthless, and his black water and white thunder are perfectly coordinated; the Xuan Yin Sect brought a true artifact, the Taiyin Heavenly Demon Wheel, its chilling aura is terrifying; the sword cultivators from the Seven Kill Sword Tomb have fierce sword intent, the disciples from Corpse Mountain can implant white bones in living people, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect can fuse with the power of demonic beasts, the Blood Sea's Blood Transformation Divine Blade is extremely ferocious, and the Red Lotus Sect's earth fire is poisonous..."

Yun Weiyang rattled off the names of Di Ge, Zhou Shaolong, Jiang Chulian, Pang Zhen, He Yu, Yang Lianshan, Nan Tao, Shi Le, and others in one breath. Finally, she shrugged and smiled helplessly: "The opponents were too strong, and none of my teammates made it to the finals. Without any help, I was kicked out."

As Li Qinghe listened, her brows furrowed more and more. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but her gaze suddenly went past Yun Weiyang's shoulder and looked behind him.

Footsteps approached, steady and powerful.

Yan Qihui emerged from the shadows of the square, dressed in a dark gold brocade robe, his long hair tied up in a crown, his face heroic, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

Nong Tingshi followed behind Yan Qihui, his bulky figure wrapped in a golden brocade robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face calm as still water, his cloudy old eyes revealing no emotion.

The two stopped in front of Yun Weiyang.

Yan Qihui looked at Yun Weiyang, his divine sense like a large net, enveloping Yun Weiyang completely, without noticing the aura of the Heavenly Demon Eye.

"You didn't get the Heavenly Demon Eye?" Yan Qihui's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Yun Weiyang looked at Yan Qihui and shrugged: "My skills are inferior, and I've brought shame to the sect."

Yan Qihui looked at Yun Weiyang, remained silent for a moment, and then his expression turned cold.

"I'm only giving you one year. If you fail to form a Golden Core of Grade Three or higher within that year, then you have no reason to live."

After saying that, Yan Qihui didn't even look at Yun Weiyang, turned around and left, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Watching Yan Qihui's departing figure, Yun Weiyang said with a smile, "The sect leader is quite impatient. Isn't his lifespan quite plentiful? What harm is there in waiting for me?"

"Think about how to condense a Golden Core of the upper three grades first," Nong Tingshi said in a deep voice. "Only if you condense a Golden Core of the upper three grades will you be qualified to become Old Monster Yan's demonic dragon. If you condense a Golden Core of less than the third grade, Old Monster Yan will definitely not keep you. He can't wait that long, and he won't waste any more time on you."

Nong Tingshi's brows furrowed slightly as his gaze lingered on Yun Weiyang's face for a moment.

"But you don't seem worried about it at all."

Yun Weiyang smiled, looking relaxed: "Worrying won't change reality. Anyway, there's still a year left, it's still early."

Nong Tingshi looked at Yun Weiyang, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"You'd better watch yourself. For Qinghe's sake, if you really fail to form your core, you should just end your own life."

Li Qinghe stood still, took a deep look at Yun Weiyang, then transformed into a streak of blood-red light and disappeared above the dome.

"It seems I've angered both of them."

That night, Yun Weiyang stood at the window of the two-story building, looking at the secluded bamboo forest outside, her tone relaxed.

Deep within Yun Weiyang's sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Fate Sword trembled gently, its eerie light flickering like breath. This demonic sword was far more important than a Heavenly Demon Eye. The Heavenly Demon Eye could only help one condense a first-grade golden core, while the Great Fate Sword was a supreme treasure of primordial yang, powerful enough to suppress the foundation of an entire sect.

Yun Weiyang clearly understood the relative importance of the Heavenly Demon Eye and the Great Fate Sword. Moreover, possessing the Great Fate Sword was equivalent to possessing the Heavenly Demon Eye.

Walking to the soft couch, Yun Weiyang sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes.

The Heavenly Demon Eye itself is the fruit formed from the residue left over after the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree refined the endless demonic energy of the Demon Abyss. For cultivators in the Refining God Realm, it is indeed a treasure that can help them form a first-grade golden core. However, Yun Weiyang now holds the Great Fate Sword. If he wants, he can use the Great Fate Sword to create a new Heavenly Demon Eye at any time. It is for this reason that Yun Weiyang did not compete for the three Heavenly Demon Eyes.

The Heavenly Demon Blood Tree is now just an empty shell. This shell won't last more than a few years. When the Ten Directions Demonic Path discovers that the Blood Tree has withered and the Heavenly Demon Eye is no longer bearing fruit, they will inevitably suspect everyone who entered the Demon Abyss this time.

Yun Weiyang needed Di Ge, Pang Zhen, Jiang Chulian, Yang Lianshan and others to share the firepower. These people fought tooth and nail for their own gains and naturally became the prime suspects. Yun Weiyang, on the other hand, left empty-handed and was the least noticeable one.

In Yun Weiyang's mind, countless memories, categorized and organized, had transformed into a vast library. Bookshelves, layer upon layer, stretched from the ground to the ceiling, each shelf filled with densely packed scrolls, their spines marked with different names: "The Book of the Black Abyss Forest," "The Heavenly Demon Yin Thunder Scripture," "The Taiyin Heavenly Demon Wheel Refining Method," "The True Explanation of the Blood Transformation Divine Blade," "The Book of Heavenly Demon Harmony with the Dao," and so on.

Su Qinghe used the computing power of his billions of avatars to sort through the memories day and night. So far, he has only sorted out one percent of the memories. However, this one percent of memories is already as vast as the ocean, enough that any cultivator would not be able to finish reading it even if they spent their entire life on it.