Chapter 259: You're Not… Afraid, Are You?
"Abyssal Demons Burial?"
Beside Li Xun, Fang Yin also saw the Otherworldly Demons that the Profound Sun Holy Land was being assigned to face. His brows furrowed deeply.
Those three words—Abyssal Demons Burial—had existed since ancient times.
In the distant ages, it was the place used to bury Otherworldly Demons. But because too many powerful ones had been sealed and entombed there, their obsessions and malice never dissipated. Over the long years, those remnants twisted into countless aberrant demons.
These creatures had no shape or form, existing only as murderous will—capable even of eroding the human mind. In a sense, they resembled heart demons, terrifying beyond measure.
In short, the Abyssal Demons Burial had long become a place of certain death.
Even a Saint who entered would not come out alive.
A few days ago, for some unknown reason, signs of Otherworldly Demons began to appear near the Abyssal Demons Burial.
And now, the task of handling them was being assigned to Profound Sun Holy Land.
That was no different from sending them to their deaths!
"Daoist Li Xun," Fang Yin sighed softly, raising his head. "It seems someone has already contacted a certain Quasi-Emperor."
A place as perilous as the Abyssal Demons Burial should never be dealt with by a single sect. At the very least, two or three Holy Lands or Imperial Dynasties would need to join forces.
Yet this mission was handed solely to Profound Sun Holy Land.
If anyone claimed there was no scheming behind it, no one in their right mind would believe it.
"The Quasi-Emperor who convened this Demon-Sealing Conference on the human side—is it the one from the Xiao Clan?"
Li Xun's eyes flickered as he asked.
"No."
Fang Yin shook his head. After thinking for a moment, he said, "From what I've heard, the Quasi-Emperor who issued the summons this time comes from Mount Taixu."
"As for the one representing the spirit race, I couldn't find out exactly who they are."
"Moreover—" Fang Yin paused briefly before continuing, "It seems that more than one Quasi-Emperor has appeared on the spirit race side. They take this Demon-Sealing Conference very seriously. After all, the number of Otherworldly Demons appearing within their territory lately has grown… overwhelming."
"In comparison, the human realms are still faring better. At least for now, we haven't seen Otherworldly Demons of Saint realm or higher."
"Mount Taixu…"
Li Xun pondered.
He had some vague impression of that name—a mysterious, half-secluded force with ancient lineage.
Once, an Emperor had presided over it.
Even now, their foundation should be comparable to the Xiao Clan's.
As for what Fang Yin had just said—about there being no Saint realm Otherworldly Demons within human lands—Li Xun only smiled faintly and said nothing.
If he remembered correctly, there was indeed a powerful Otherworldly Demon lurking within the Great Chu Empire.
But that information was top secret, and he had no way to verify it yet.
Besides, there were Great Chu experts present in this very hall.
If he brought it up now without solid evidence—just relying on the Blood Essence Stone left behind by Champion Marquis—it would prove nothing.
On the contrary, it might even give the other side a reason to turn the accusation back on him.
"Indeed." Fang Yin nodded solemnly.
"This golden scroll reeks of conspiracy. But the will of a Quasi-Emperor cannot be defied. If Profound Sun Holy Land needs any assistance, don't hesitate to let me know."
Everyone could see that the scroll's contents were questionable, even flawed.
But since it came from the hand of a Quasi-Emperor, no one without a Quasi-Emperor backing them would dare go against it.
Given Profound Sun Holy Land's foundation, even if they couldn't slay the Otherworldly Demons within the Abyssal Demons Burial, they would have no choice but to march there regardless.
Fang Yin's offer, under such circumstances, was nothing short of timely aid in a snowstorm.
"Many thanks, Daoist Fang." Li Xun clasped his hands in salute.
"It's a mere trifle," Fang Yin replied with a light smile.
Fang Yin waved his hand, then looked up at the golden scroll. The Otherworldly Demons the Northern Yu Dynasty was assigned to deal with weren't troublesome at all—some were even rather weak; for them, suppressing those demons would be effortless.
"The Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land will also stand with Daoist Li Xun."
Zheng Huang spoke up.
His face looked sour—because Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land's name didn't appear on the scroll, this whole meeting had been a wasted trip for them. He'd wanted to make a scene several times, but at the last moment he restrained himself.
After all, this scroll came from a Quasi-Emperor. Though it was unclear whether that Quasi-Emperor had tampered with it, one thing was certain: Ten Thousand Transformations Holy Land dared not provoke them.
Since that was the case, they gave up on killing the Otherworldly Demons and instead chose to assist Profound Sun Holy Land. With a bit of luck, they might obtain some Blood Essence Stones.
"Thanks." Li Xun smiled faintly.
During this meeting, at least a dozen forces had already privately and openly offered their goodwill to him. The Abyssal Demons Burial—which had appeared terrifying at first—felt much less daunting now.
Ten or a dozen Holy Land–level forces joining together could hardly raze the entire Abyssal Demons Burial, but dealing with a few Otherworldly Demons wouldn't be a problem.
"I wonder when Profound Sun Holy Land intends to move against the demons near the Abyssal Demons Burial?"
At this moment the great hall buzzed with noise. Many factions were displeased with the Quasi-Emperor's decree and muttered among themselves, but the Spirit Clan patriarch's voice still rang clearly through the hall.
The Spirit Clan patriarch was an imposing man. His eyes were bizarre—his left eye a black sun, his right eye a blood moon. He sat upright on his meditation mat, cold smile at his lips. His gaze fell like a mountain on Li Xun.
When he asked that question, many turned to look. Those with little relation to Profound Sun Holy Land could only offer sympathetic remarks. No one would willingly send their people to die in the Abyssal Demons Burial.
"What business is it of yours?"
Li Xun lifted his wine cup, took a small sip, and replied calmly.
He gave the Spirit Clan patriarch no courtesy, after all, his intentions were far too obvious; he merely sought to target Li Xun. Their antagonism had long existed.
"Heh."
The Spirit Clan patriarch laughed lightly, unconcerned, and said pointedly, "The Abyssal Demons Burial is no ordinary place. This is the Quasi-Emperor's test for you."
"You're not… afraid, are you?"
"If you really are afraid, speak up. Perhaps the Quasi-Emperor would be lenient and spare you, maybe they will assign the demons in the Abyssal Demons Burial to another force to handle."
"Assign them to whom?"
Li Xun arched a brow and looked toward the Spirit Clan patriarch with a mocking tone:
"Assign them to your Spirit Clan? Aren't you afraid your clan would be wiped out?"
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