Chapter 258: The Abyssal Demons Burial
Li Xun's words were quiet, yet in the vastness of the great hall, they struck like thunder, echoing in every corner and stirring countless hearts.
"That young man… he's the Profound Sun Holy Son, Li Xun? After seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-earned."
"I heard he slew several Divine Palace Realm experts within the minor world of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, including an elder from the Star-Moon Divine Sect."
"Exactly. He killed Wei Qiong—and Wei Qiong was the elder brother of that man, Wei Xian. If Wei Xian can bear the sight of him without reacting, that would be the real miracle."
"Heh, I thought this Demon-Sealing Conference would just be dull speeches and formality. Didn't expect to get a show worth watching."
As the murmurs spread across the room, Wei Xian's face turned to ice.
Li Xun's fame had been built upon the corpses of the Star-Moon Divine Sect. His name—now resounding across the world—was forged in the blood of Wei Qiong and others.
Every time Li Xun was mentioned, the Star-Moon Divine Sect and the Great Chu Dynasty became unavoidable scars in the conversation—reminders of his rise.
"One day, I will witness your fall with my own eyes!"
Wei Xian's killing intent flared, cold and suffocating.
But he did not move.
For one, he knew all too well that he was no match for Li Xun. Among all the Divine Palace Realm cultivators present, none could confidently claim victory in a one-on-one fight.
Even Half-Saints would find it difficult.
And second, this was the Crape Myrtle Holy Land, its heart and foundation.
If he dared to act here, he might not even have the chance to strike before countless powerful beings intervened.
If the matter escalated further, even a Saint might personally step in.
"You won't live to see that day."
Li Xun's voice was calm as still water, yet every word dripped with quiet finality.
Guided by the two Crape Myrtle Holy Land disciples, he walked into the banquet and took his seat.
To his left sat Elder Zheng Huang of the Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land—a familiar face.
Upon seeing Li Xun again, Zheng Huang gave a light smile, a silent gesture of acknowledgment.
To his right sat a middle-aged man from the Northern Yu Dynasty.
His features were sharp and stern, his presence exuding the killing aura of one long steeped in battle. Though Li Xun had never met him before, the man's facial structure bore a faint resemblance to the Northern Yu Divine Emperor—they were likely of close blood.
His every motion carried the weight of iron and blood, of armies and war drums. There was little doubt—this was one of Northern Yu's titled kings, and judging by his aura, he was most likely the Divine Emperor's own brother.
When Li Xun sat down, the man raised his cup slightly and sent a quiet voice transmission:
"I am Fang Yin, Martial King of the Northern Yu Dynasty. I greet Daoist Li."
"Back in the minor world of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, I must thank you for your aid. If there's anything you need during this assembly, speak freely, the Northern Yu Dynasty will stand with the Profound Sun Holy Land."
Li Xun smiled and returned the gesture, cupping his hands.
"So it is the Martial King himself—Li has been discourteous."
The Northern Yu Dynasty, much like the Great Zhou Dynasty, maintained a royal lineage with titled kings guarding its borders.
The Great Zhou's Northern King was a legend across the entire Desolate Ancient Continent, and his equal in fame was this man before him, the Martial King of Northern Yu.
In their youth, the two had contended endlessly, both unmatched in might. They were born of the same generation, and both were said to have long possessed the qualifications to attain Sainthood—only lacking the perfect opportunity to do so.
Li Xun did not know how far the Northern King of Great Zhou had gone; when he had seen that man before, he had been far too weak to sense his true depth.
But this Martial King, sitting beside him now, Li Xun had no doubt of his power.
This Martial King strength was definitely no less than that of the Northern Yu Divine Emperor.
He was a being who could step into Sainthood at any time, and yet, the only pity was that the System gave no prompt for investment.
A shame, truly.
After all, he still had a Hun Tian Pill in his possession.
If he could invest even one in such a man, the returns would undoubtedly be enormous.
. . .
"Hmph."
Across the hall, Wei Xian let out a cold snort, his expression sour as he turned his head away.
Within this great hall, the powers standing behind Li Xun were no weaker than those supporting him.
If he kept pressing the issue, it could easily escalate, and no one wanted to spark open conflict between major forces.
After all, both the Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land and the Northern Yu Dynasty were formidable in their own right.
If they sensed that the Star-Moon Divine Sect was plotting against Li Xun… then things would get complicated.
If that happened, even with the formation arrays of the Star-Moon Divine Sect at full power—ten or more Divine Palace Realm experts joining forces would still fail to trap him.
Buzz—!
The air suddenly twisted.
Above the hall, the void warped, and a massive black vortex—spanning dozens of meters—tore open in the air.
It was dark and deep, as though leading to an unknown realm beyond.
From within it came a mighty, extraordinary aura, one so vast it seemed to swallow mountains and rivers, as if an Immortal King had descended to the mortal world.
"A Quasi-Emperor!"
Someone cried out in alarm.
Even though it was only the faintest trace of a Quasi-Emperor's presence, that single wisp of aura alone was enough to make everyone's hearts tremble and bow in reverence.
Clatter—!
From within the black vortex, a golden scroll slowly emerged, glowing with radiant light as it unfurled with a fluttering sound.
It hovered high above the hall, majestic and sacred.
No one knew what material it was made of, nor whose hand had crafted it—but the Dao rhythm it exuded was overwhelming.
Every character written upon it seemed to embody the laws of Heaven and Earth, revealing the truth of all creation.
Boom—!
The golden scroll trembled.
Brilliant light surged skyward—so sacred and vast that none could look upon it directly.
Many in the hall instinctively lowered their heads, nearly prostrating themselves in worship.
"The Quasi-Emperor's Decree has arrived!"
An elderly cultivator, his eyes clouded with age, suddenly brightened as he whispered in awe.
"A Quasi-Emperor's decree, is it?"
Li Xun's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the void.
The radiance on the golden scroll began to fade, but the divine resonance upon it remained.
Every single line of text became visible—and written there were the locations where Otherworldly Demons had appeared in recent times.
There's no doubt that this was the main agenda of the Demon-Sealing Conference.
Yet, what caught many by surprise was that several regions had already been marked and assigned to certain powers.
Those areas were now off-limits, and anyone else seeking to seize the Blood Essence Stones from those demons would have to think twice before offending a Quasi-Emperor.
After all, in this era, where no true Emperor had emerged for countless years, the authority of a Quasi-Emperor was equal to that of an Emperor.
'So it's true,' Li Xun thought to himself.
'The Otherworldly Demons near the Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land have been assigned to the Great Xia Dynasty… I wonder which Quasi-Emperor made that decision.'
If the decree came from a human Quasi-Emperor, then that one's vision was far too narrow, for such favoritism would easily sow discord among the great human factions.
The Blood Essence Stones were priceless treasures—able to restore flesh and blood from a single drop—and every sect desired them.
To assign those resources to another power so openly—how could the Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land not feel resentment?
But if this decree came from a spirit race Quasi-Emperor…
Then it was far more sinister.
A scheme aimed at dividing humanity itself, and worse, an open and deliberate one.
"Hmm?"
As Li Xun's gaze continued down the golden scroll, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a cold gleam flashed across his eyes.
He whispered three words—
"Abyssal Demons Burial."
His voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of steel.
Fixing his eyes on the golden decree, Li Xun murmured:
"So they've assigned the Abyssal Demons Burial to the Profound Sun Holy Land?"
A faint, icy smile touched his lips.
"It seems… my Profound Sun Holy Land is being given quite the honor."
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