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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 51 (592): [The Demon Race Arrives]
(51st of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Four days later, Li Weiyi, battered and bruised, halted at the bank of a river as vast as the sea, its opposite shore lost in the distance.
He had reached the Heavenly Capital (Tiandu) River!
The faint azure mist of the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain was visible.
Standing there, closing his eyes, he could sense time itself twisting.
The inner and outer realms were undergoing violent transformations.
Wisps of mist, like silken threads from a Time Cocoon, enveloped the surrounding world.
The river flowed clear and melodious, its waters singing.
Even at the edge of the Nether Domain, life pulsed with vigor.
The wetlands along the bank teemed with delicate, luminous aquatic plants that stretched dozens of meters into the riverbed, transforming the shallows into a dazzling, starlit expanse.
"Splash!"
Li Weiyi waded into the waist-deep water, cupping the bone-chilling river water and splashing it over his face.
Instantly, his exhausted body and mind felt refreshed, his weary eyes regaining their brightness and his fighting spirit rekindled.
Over the past four days, he had fought six or seven major battles and traversed tens of thousands of miles.
He had neither found Tang Wanzhou nor encountered any other Shaoyang Guards.
The good news was that the Taiyin Sect and the Fallen Spirit Marquises had neither captured nor killed Tang Wanzhou.
There was also some bad news, though its veracity remained uncertain.
"Tang Wanzhou must have used some method to completely conceal her aura and hide while healing. That's why I can't sense her location."
Li Weiyi removed layers of his tattered inner armor and Blood Robe, carefully collecting all the Blood Qi separately for later use.
Covered in wounds, he washed away all traces of Qi and fatigue in the water.
Then, he donned the Governor's Robe and three sets of Spiritual Artifact Battle Armor he had seized, his gaze fixed upstream along the Heavenly Capital River.
There lay the Eight Hundred Li Underworld Domain, stretching along both banks of the river.
The entire Nether Domain was a realm of ancient, towering trees and dense vegetation, with jagged peaks rising in layers.
Enveloped in a pale blue Nether Spirit Qi, it exuded an aura of mystery and profound depth.
Yet it was eerily silent; even the slightest sound stood out starkly.
After cloaking himself in invisibility, Li Weiyi slipped into the dense forest, the Sentinel's Whistle clutched in his hand.
The image of Qing Zijin flashed through his mind as he pondered where she might be hiding.
Nangong was likely a descendant of the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom, burdened by the nation's past grievances and family vendettas.
Her upbringing and education had subtly instilled in her a deep-seated suspicion and distrust of everyone.
Li Weiyi didn't doubt her loyalty, but he couldn't risk the worst-case scenario.
At the Immortal Haze Sect's Cave Void Camp, Li Weiyi had been the one to propose an alliance with Qing Zijin.
Now, if he were to abandon his ally based on Nangong's uncertain speculation, leaving Qing Zijin to wait alone in the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain, it would be a betrayal of his word.
This small act would reveal a larger truth: a mind so easily swayed by doubt would inevitably waver in matters of greater consequence.
Qing Zijin might indeed have ulterior motives, but Li Weiyi needed to verify this himself, to find his own answer.
He couldn't break his promise based on mere suspicion.
Reaching the summit of a mountain peak in the southern part of the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain, Li Weiyi blew his Sentinel's Whistle.
The whistle's tone wasn't particularly loud; it blended seamlessly with the wind.
Only the Sentinel Spirit Army and their enemies, the Taiyin Sect, could recognize it as a whistle.
Other cultivators would mistake it for a natural sound.
Using a prearranged code with Qing Zijin, Li Weiyi varied the whistle's length and rhythm to transmit the meeting location and time.
He then swiftly retreated from the summit, concealing himself ten li away.
Moments later, an inexplicable chill ran down Li Weiyi's spine.
He heard no sound, and no figure appeared on the mountain peak.
Yet he knew with absolute certainty that either the Taiyin Sect or a Fallen Spirit Marquis had arrived in the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain and were silently approaching the whistle's source.
The Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain was the closest major Nether Domain to the Fan Ye Valley Nether Domain, making it perfectly natural for the Fallen Spirit Marquises to pursue their quarry here.
Li Weiyi cautiously retreated to the agreed-upon rendezvous point, still hiding ten miles away.
He released Seventh Phoenix.
An hour past the agreed-upon time, Seventh Phoenix returned.
"No one came to the rendezvous."
Leaning against a massive ancient tree, Li Weiyi sat cross-legged in meditation.
Opening his eyes, he felt a contradictory mix of worry and relief.
He worried that Qing Zijin might have already met with misfortune, preventing her from reaching the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain.
Yet he felt relieved because if Qing Zijin were truly acting as Nangong suspected, she would have undoubtedly arrived at the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain by now.
Hearing the Sentinel's Whistle, she would have certainly come to the rendezvous.
"First, I need to heal my injuries and replenish my Spiritual Qi and Psychic Power."
Li Weiyi held a Nianli (Psychic Power) Star in each hand.
The Ten Springs within his body surged, channeling liquid qi from the Divine Gate to his wounds.
Three days later.
Deep within the dense forest, concealed by a hidden Formation, Li Weiyi had fully recovered his vitality.
He retrieved several Cosmic Pouches, cataloging the spoils from the recent brutal battles.
Including Luo Pingdan, Li Weiyi had slain a total of nine Great Powers of the Immortal Realm, six of whom were in the Second Realm.
Such a devastating loss far surpassed that suffered by the Shaoyang Division.
It made him wonder if Chu Yutian would consider this another crushing defeat.
Could he even deliver a satisfactory report to the Fallen Spirit powerhouses in the Nether Realm of the Dead?
Li Weiyi had amassed a vast collection of Spiritual artifacts, including Corpse Cores, Ghost Cores, and Bone Cores.
His greatest joy, however, came from acquiring a massive quantity of karmic fire, which he stored entirely within his scarlet gourd.
Achieving the fourth layer of mastery in the Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma technique now seemed within reach.
Of course, he hadn't escaped unscathed.
The Immortal Golden Cores and Spiritual Qi within his four battle corpse puppets were severely depleted.
Once exhausted, their combat prowess would be drastically diminished.
Li Weiyi resolved to conserve their use as much as possible.
Without them, he would stand no chance against True Disciple-level experts.
"I'll cultivate in the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain for a while, and search for the Nether Soul Divine Essence while I'm there."
He had already condensed eighteen Nianli (Psychic Power) Stars, just one step away from the peak of the First Realm.
Obtaining the Nether Soul Divine Essence would allow him to nourish his Spirit Wisdom Soul at an accelerated pace, condense it, and then break through to the Second Realm of a Holy Spiritual Master.
The task of searching for the essence was naturally entrusted to Big Phoenix, Second Phoenix, and Seventh Phoenix.
Simultaneously, they were also tasked with gathering Millennium Essence Herbs and precious Herbs.
A piercing cry echoed from the depths of the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain.
Soon, more commotion followed.
Li Weiyi ceased refining karmic fire, his senses sharpening as he emerged from his concealment formation.
"Such intense demonic qi," he murmured.
The three Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors returned, tossing the three Cosmic Pouches filled with medicinal herbs hanging around their necks to Li Weiyi.
They vied to report: "Trouble's brewing by the river! A major battle is about to erupt!"
"I heard someone shout about the Nether Soul Divine Essence! What exactly is that? I've never seen it before - how are we supposed to find it?"
"Flames are engulfing the mountains, turning vast swathes of land to ash. Even the soil and rocks are being reduced to sand!"
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After securing the three Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors, Li Weiyi concealed himself and hurried toward the source of the surging demonic qi.
Crossing hundreds of miles, he arrived at a region scorched into a black desert.
Beneath the dark sand, he noticed countless hidden sparks of fire, causing him to gasp inwardly.
"This is... the Ashen Region!"
From afar, Li Weiyi could already see the blazing flames erupting from the Ember Spirit powerhouse, its aura surging with immense power.
The creature resembled a black giant sculpted from ember, towering fifteen meters tall. It wielded a massive, four-sided ancient spear like a metal divine pillar, standing on the banks of the Heavenly Capital River.
The surrounding land had been completely transformed into burning sand, engulfed in raging flames.
Six other Demon Cultivators stood alongside it.
Among them was a young man in simple, elegant robes, his body shrouded in icy mist.
He was none other than Bai Yeqing, grandson of the Western Monster Race's Flying Phoenix and son of Bai Luan.
Compared to over a year ago, his Spiritual Qi had been completely renewed, reaching the Immortal Realm.
Like Chang Yujian, he had likely refined the Immortal Herb and Dragon Soul Source Light.
Facing the seven Great Immortal Realm experts of the Demon Race were Qingzao and Huo Tianming of the Taiyin Sect, along with the boundless dark clouds that blanketed the opposite bank of the river.
A towering Blood Robe Ghost Shadow, as tall as a mountain, stood out prominently, its aura overwhelming.
Both factions were fixated on the pale blue Nether Spirit Qi cloud mist hovering above the river.
Under the moonlight of ages past, Nether Spiritual Qi coalesced into an ever-expanding vortex, within which luminous azure droplets of liquid light condensed.
Bai Yeqing, a figure of noble lineage and peerless talent, commanded the six Demon Race powerhouses with an air of authority: "Hold your attacks for now. As long as the vortex persists, the Nether Soul Divine Essence will continue to condense."
Across the river, Huo Tianming hovered with a ring-shaped spiritual artifact above his head, shouting with a grin, "The Nether Soul Divine Essence belongs to the Nether Realm of the Dead! Scram now, or you'll all become soul food for Lord Blood Mountain Marquis!"
The towering Blood Robe Ghost Shadow unleashed a roar louder than thunder, its sound carrying a strange power that assaulted soul spirits.
Hidden far away, Li Weiyi felt his mind briefly shudder and his heart pound with alarm.
'If that were to happen in battle, even a moment's disorientation could be fatal.'
No wonder Huo Tianming, despite his own formidable cultivation and combat prowess, addressed the creature as "Lord Blood Mountain Marquis."
This Blood Robe Ghost Marquis's strength rivaled, if not surpassed, that of the Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis.
The Nether Soul Divine Essence was a treasure beyond price, a chance encounter that might never come again.
Li Weiyi secretly pondered the possibility of snatching it from the jaws of the tiger, devising a strategy for action.
On the continent of Yingzhou, only the combined forces of the Human Race, Demon Race, Rice People, and other living factions could barely contend with the Nether Realm of the Dead.
The Sentinel Spirit Army was merely a reconnaissance force established by the Human Race.
The Taiyin Sect, on the other hand, was a force supported by the Nether Realm of the Dead, specifically created to counter the Sentinel Spirit Army.
While the Sentinel Spirit Army could contend with the Taiyin Sect, pitting them alone against the Nether Realm of the Dead was like trying to support a crushing mountain with a single twig.
The vortex of Nether Spirit Qi swirling above the Heavenly Capital River slowed its rotation.
Within, forty to fifty drops of Nether Soul Divine Essence had coalesced, shimmering brilliantly as they floated in the pale blue mist.
"Attack!"
Qingzao and Bai Yeqing issued their commands almost simultaneously.
The Blood Mountain Marquis strode forward, stepping over Qingzao and Huo Tianming.
He extended a cloud-like hand to seize the Nether Soul Divine Essence.
"Aooo!"
A dragon's roar shook the Heavenly Capital River's surface as a black Flood Dragon Python hidden beneath the water surged upward, unleashing a bright beam of light from its mouth that struck the Blood Mountain Marquis's palm.
At the same moment, a young man standing beside Bai Yeqing soared into the air, his body rapidly expanding into a colossal Six-Colored Peacock.
The Six-Colored Peacock, possessing the bloodline of an Ancient Immortal Giant Beast, spread its twin wings, each spanning over a hundred meters, and joined the battle against the Blood Mountain Marquis.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
The combined Spiritual Qi, Willpower, and Immortal Scriptures of the assembled powerhouses clashed, causing the water's surface to explode, the riverbed to shatter, and the vegetation on both banks to be reduced to dust.
Both sides unleashed their full might, some wielding spiritual artifacts, others casting Dao Techniques.
On the Demon Race's side, Bai Yeqing remained aloof from the fray.
The Ember Spirit powerhouse stood guard on the shore, protecting Bai Yeqing and preparing to provide support.
Bai Yeqing extended his hand toward the Nether Soul Divine Essence, a river of Spiritual Qi surging from his palm.
Before the river of Spiritual Qi could reach its target, Qingzao's sword qi slashed it in two, the frigid sword qi rebounding toward Bai Yeqing.
"Boom!"
The Ember Spirit powerhouse swung his pillar-like spear, shattering the incoming sword qi before it could reach Bai Yeqing.
"Don't worry about me," Bai Yeqing said, "I can defend myself. Seize the Nether Soul Divine Essence quickly before more Fallen Spirit Marquises arrive. Their forces are too vast."
The Ember Spirit powerhouse glared at Qingzao, let out a thunderous roar, and stepped onto a path of coalescing sparks, charging toward the Nether Soul Divine Essence hovering above the river.
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