Revelations of the Demon Sect Founder

In the Central Plains, the Tiger Family’s halls rose in tier upon tier, their gardens deep and secluded. Hai Yunxue stood in an orchid grove, her gaze vacant. For a long time she did not speak, her heart hollow with a sense of loss.

Regret? Perhaps.

Opposite her stood the icy beauty, Hu Diewu, who had already reported the events in Yin Capital to the family. After emerging, she had told Hai Yunxue everything without concealment.

The Tiger Family had sent four demigods and three young experts. All four demigods were annihilated, and two of the young experts had died cruelly. If not for the cold beauty’s use of a spatial scroll, she too would have barely escaped.

She was the youngest daughter of the current Tiger Family patriarch, named Hu Diewu, and deeply favored; otherwise, how could she casually squander a spatial scroll worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins?

Hu Diewu was usually very close to Hai Yunxue, who was her so-called seventh sister-in-law. The two shared everything, treating each other like sisters.

Deep in the grand hall, several of the Tiger Family’s current stewards were furious. The news Hu Diewu brought back was too devastating. The Tiger Family had never suffered such a loss—it was unprecedented! Not even the assassin organization “Bounty Three Billion” had ever dared to confront them with such arrogance. In the past, young experts clashed among themselves, while senior figures rarely perished.

Four demigods… just like that, dead.

“Chiyou…” the Tiger Family patriarch murmured.

The elders beside him all wore grave expressions. One hot-tempered elder slammed his hand on a tea table, shattering it, and bellowed, “This is too much! So what if it’s Chiyou? He was dismembered back then. After vanishing for so many years, who knows if his body has failed him? Perhaps he no longer holds the might he once did.”

“Old Five, calm down,” another elder said with a glance. “As long as he is Chiyou, no matter his current cultivation, he is a colossal trouble. In his day, he was called the God of War—the War Demon. His potential was limitless. He simply could not be killed. If he hadn’t wanted to shed that body himself, even the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan might not have been able to seal him away.”

Another elder added, “That is correct. He had the potential to become one of the Ancestral Gods. At his peak, he was certainly close to, or had already reached, the level of a Half-Ancestor. Now, to eliminate him, only an Ancestral God could do it, or we would need to invite formidable characters like Yuan Shi or Tongtian.”

“Does that mean we cannot get rid of him?” Old Five, still hot-tempered, shattered his own tea table and stamped through the white marble floor, grinding his teeth. “Those Ancestral Gods disappeared ages ago—likely dead to the bone. As for Yuan Shi… his disciples and grand-disciples are rarely seen. How could we possibly move someone of that caliber to act? Tongtian goes without saying; his demonic nature is extreme, and he gets along well with the Demon Sect Founder’s fiendish streak. It would be a miracle if those two didn’t team up.”

“We need to report this to the elders in the family,” the Tiger Family patriarch said at last.

“Right! Better to let the old ancestor in seclusion know. Perhaps he will find a way to personally eliminate the Demon Sect Founder. After all, our ancestor is a Saint Emperor of our clan!” Old Five’s eyes lit up.

“Do not speak carelessly,” the patriarch scolded. “The old ancestor already fought the Buddha back then. He will not take on another great enemy over a matter of juniors. What we see as major events are nothing but trifles in the old ancestor’s eyes.”

“Four demigods dead—is that still a small matter?” Old Five fumed.

“Hmph,” the patriarch snorted coldly. “Even in the eyes of the family elders, the death of a few demigods is a small matter.”

In the garden, Hai Yunxue tasted bitterness. In the end, this was how it turned out. The Demon Sect Founder truly had ties with Xiao Chen, proclaiming it to the world to bolster his influence. Such a dominant figure—even the Tiger Family’s Saint Emperor ancestor could not easily offend.

She felt empty, lost. If her choice back then could have been made again, her life’s path might have been completely different.

Yes, the Demon Sect Founder treated Xiao Chen with such regard that their bond was clearly beyond ordinary. And she, in the Tiger Family, was merely a widow—the groom had been assassinated by Jin Sanyi right after the wedding ceremony. Her status was still acceptable, but… how could it compare to Xiao Chen, backed by the Demon Sect Founder?

Bitterness rose in her heart, a sour ache flooding through her. After all her scheming, this was the outcome. Why? Why…

Utterly lost, Hai Yunxue stared at the white clouds in the distant sky, her mind wavering.

Now Xiao Chen could slay demigods. He was only twenty-four years old. With such potential, his future was limitless. With the Demon Sect Founder shielding him, who would dare to strangle him in the cradle?

His future glory could already be foreseen, as if a new star was rising in the World of Immortality.

Rumors now spread across the Eternal Continent that Xiao Chen had enlightened a divine art called the “Eight-Aspect Worlds,” one that might even surpass the legendary supreme technique “Six Paths of Reincarnation.”

Eminently, Xiao Chen had become a brilliant future star. Add in that white-furred little beast of boundless potential—could-be an Ancestral God—and he would surely roam freely across the Eternal Continent in the years to come.

“Why did it come to this?” Hai Yunxue murmured to herself. Her white robes stirred in the wind, and she felt only bitter sorrow.

A breeze blew, tousling her lustrous hair and also her lost heart.

If life could be lived again, if she could make another choice…

Hai Yunxue stood for a long time, then gradually came back to her senses. She no longer wavered, no longer regretted. Her eyes were exceptionally clear as she gazed at the distant sky and said to herself, “Regret is useless. The key is how to decide now.”

She turned back to look at Hu Diewu and smiled radiantly. “Isn’t it just the creation of an Eight-Aspect Worlds divine art? What’s so great about that? Our Tiger Family can send a few more experts—enough to kill him. Is the Demon Sect Founder really that strong? I think if he dares to move against the Tiger Family, the Saint Emperor ancestor will certainly emerge.”

The peerless cold beauty Hu Diewu shook her head. “The Demon Sect Founder is at a level that is terrifying beyond imagination. The old ancestor cannot afford to make enemies carelessly.”

Hai Yunxue laughed. “Of course, we cannot easily disturb the old ancestor. But our Tiger Family wields enormous influence in the secular world. Does killing one man require us to act personally? There are many methods.”

She smiled coldly. “With careful planning, even a young expert near the demigod level can be destroyed body and soul, and we can ensure the Demon Sect Founder will never trace it back.”

Hu Diewu was sharp-minded. She smiled but made no response. The Demon Sect Founder had already declared his will to the world. If someone truly dared to provoke the heavens and kill Xiao Chen, the reprisal would be a storm of fury. She knew something of the secret matters between Hai Yunxue and Xiao Chen, and understood that Hai Yunxue was anxious—and also worried about the Hai family in the Southern Wastes—so she urgently wanted Xiao Chen eliminated. Hu Diewu had many thoughts of her own and would not be easily swayed.

In the Heavenly Emperor City of the Southern Wastes, the Hai family estate was heavy with tension. After a final secret discussion, the Hai family began to keep a low profile from that day onward. They feared not Xiao Chen coming to kill them, but the Demon Sect Founder rising on his behalf and ruthlessly annihilating the entire Hai family.

Beneath the infinite starry sky, billions of starbeams made the scene incomparably beautiful. A massive divine island floated in the starlight, like an endless continent. But its surface was desolate, ruins everywhere—broken walls and crumbling pillars, unspeakably bleak and ruined, like a place of abandonment.

The towering figure who had brought Xiao Chen and the two little girls to the island was none other than the demon from Dragon Island, now the Demon Sect Founder. His eyes seemed to pierce all things in the world—world-weary, wise, but mostly tired.

He stood on the divine island, gazing at the endless ruins. For a long time he did not speak, until at length he let out a sigh.

With a sweep of his sleeve, boundless green light scattered down. Where the Gobi-like desolation had been, specks of green suddenly appeared. Vegetation began to sprout and grow.

“The divine island of that age… the place where heaven and earth’s spiritual energy was most abundant, yet now it has fallen to such a state.” The demon sighed with infinite emotion.

“Uncle Founder, we want treasures! The Three Realms Bag you gave us is no fun—it can’t catch people!” The two little girls lifted their faces together, reaching out their hands.

“The Three Realms Bag is already my only treasure. Everything else… was lost in the City of the Dead. Later, when I have time, I will refine a few artifacts for you.” The demon sighed again, then affectionately stroked their heads. “Which of you is the elder sister, and which the younger?”

“I am Linglong the Little Fairy—I am the elder sister!”

“No, Tutu is the elder sister. I am Tutu the Little Demon Girl!”

The two delicate little girls both wanted to be the elder sister.

The demon chuckled, then looked at Xiao Chen. “Come with me.”

The two lively little girls, still bickering and chasing each other, dashed into the depths of the divine island. Xiao Chen followed the demon as he slowly strolled among the ruins.

“Is there anything you need me to do for you?” the demon asked.

“Rescue Keke,” Xiao Chen answered without hesitation.

“I have already been to the underworld. That little creature is being stubborn and refusing to return. She insists that King Chu Jiang find her a few Yin Wood Ginseng Fruits.” The demon’s face creased with a trace of a smile.

Xiao Chen also smiled. That greedy little thing, actually staying in the underworld out of stubbornness—it was both exasperating and endearing.

“Here are fifteen Yin Wood Ginseng Fruits. Take them and give them to her when she returns.” The Demon Sect Founder waved his hand, and purple light shot into the sky as the fifteen fruits arrayed themselves in the void.

Xiao Chen did not stand on ceremony; he put them away directly.

“Any other wish?” the demon asked.

“I want to return to the mortal world.”

The demon looked at him with surprise. “Entering the World of Immortality is the dream of every top expert in the mortal world, is it not?”

“My dream is in the mortal world.”

The Demon Sect Founder sighed and shook his head. “I am sorry to disappoint you. No one can return to the mortal world in the next ten years, unless they are an Ancestral God.”

“Why?” Xiao Chen asked, puzzled.

“You have not reached that realm and cannot sense the subtle shifting of the world’s primal power. Right now, the mortal world and the World of Immortality are in a delicate state of reverse current. Anyone who tries to go back against the flow will suffer the backlash of the world’s power. The only outcome is utter annihilation—body and soul.”

“And after ten years?”

“What happens after ten years is hard to say.”

The demon’s words weighed on Xiao Chen’s heart.

“Rest assured. Even if it doesn’t work in ten years, twenty years will be enough. When the time comes, I will send you back to the mortal world.”

Xiao Chen said nothing. Did he really need to wait twenty years? So… it matched his earliest estimate.

“Any other wishes?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want me to help you eliminate those who once harmed you?”

Xiao Chen shook his head. “I do not want to start a great slaughter, nor do I want many deaths. Of course, I am not a soft-hearted man. If some people insist on opposing me, I will deal with them myself—and when I strike, I show no mercy.”

“You truly do not need my help?”

“I do not want to be a hothouse sprout. I now have the ability to protect myself.”

The demon nodded. “Good. I also do not wish to disturb your world. A strong man must train and forge himself alone. With your supreme speed, you should have no trouble defending yourself.”

Xiao Chen was very curious about the demon’s current state. “Are you fully recovered? Do you remember the past?”

The demon shook his head. “When Chiyou transformed into the Demon Sect Founder, I only knew I was Chiyou reborn, but I had forgotten everything about Chiyou. Now it is the same. When the Demon Sect Founder transformed into the demon, I also forgot everything about the Demon Sect Founder, only knowing my past identity.”

“And your cultivation?”

“It is certainly far from my peak state in those days. But if we speak of potential… it surpasses my former self. This is a transformation. In no great time, I will surpass my original self.”

“What happened in the City of the Dead on Dragon Island? Do you remember nothing at all?” Xiao Chen had experienced the City of the Dead and was full of endless questions about that terrifying city of death.

“What happened in the City of the Dead on Dragon Island… I do not remember. I only know… that Yuan Shi nailed me to death in the City of the Dead.” The demon’s aged eyes held no hatred; he spoke these words very calmly.

“Yuan Shi?!” Xiao Chen was greatly shocked. That was a being on the same level as Laozi, Tongtian, and the Buddha! The Demon Sect Founder had been killed by him back then. If this news got out, it would surely shake the entire Eternal Continent.

What had happened back then? It seemed that all the strongest beings in heaven and earth had once gone to Dragon Island.

“Now that you have returned, are you not afraid that Yuan Shi will act again?”

The demon laughed coldly. “Currently, my cultivation is indeed far from comparable to his. But aside from Ancestral Gods, no one can kill me anymore. Trapped on Dragon Island for endless ages, I underwent ninety-nine transformations. Now I truly possess an eternal undying body—far beyond ordinary indestructibility. No matter who kills me, I can be reborn within three days.”

“What if he suppresses you?”

“I am prepared. Hmph…” The demon laughed coldly. “One day, I will fight him again.”

If anyone heard that someone wanted to fight Yuan Shi, they would surely think him mad. Yuan Shi and Tongtian—those were existences that even the ancestors of cultivators looked up to! But apart from drawing in a cold breath, Xiao Chen said nothing. The demon indeed had the right, if only because he was once Chiyou!

The demon looked at the infinite starry sky. “From today onward, I will enter seclusion. Twenty years from now, you may come here, and I will help you fulfill your wish.”

“Twenty years… we will see.” As he spoke, Xiao Chen heard the distant sounds of the two lively little girls playing. A fire of gossip blazed up within him, and he asked, “What are Linglong and Tutu’s origins, exactly?”

“They… hehe…” The Demon Sect Founder smiled. “Their father has an extraordinarily great background—I cannot say. Work hard, and if you can become that man’s son-in-law, heh heh… you may roam freely through heaven and earth.”

Xiao Chen felt speechless. So the Demon Sect Founder could have such a side, speaking words like that. He grew even more curious. “What exactly is their father’s background? You really cannot tell me?”

“After an endless epoch of silence, to still be young at heart and produce such young daughters… heh, guess for yourself.” The demon smiled but did not explain.

Xiao Chen could not guess and turned to another matter. “There are still a few people in the Three Realms Bag. What use do you have for them?”

“There is a lack of life here. I wish to create people, and I need the blood of cultivators with good talent.”

With a wave of his hand, the demon grabbed the cosmos bag from afar, shook it gently, and rolled everyone inside out onto the ground.

“Ow… ow ow ow… it hurts so much!” Jin Sanyi howled to the heavens. By now he had a black eye. Even though there was a sealing force inside, he could still move slowly. The lecher had been badly beaten by the crowd; his head was swollen like a pig’s head, his eyes slanted and nose crooked.

The demon said nothing. With one finger, a drop of essence blood flew out from each person’s body.

Yan Qingcheng, Qilao, and the others stepped back and demanded, “Who are you? What do you want?”

Dugu Jianmo leveled his iron sword before him and faced the demon coldly.

“I am only collecting a few drops of your essence blood. It counts as fate. One day, you will be grateful for this.”

Whoosh!

The demon shook his sleeve, fanning the group away. Space shattered, and they fell through—a glimpse of the other end of the spatial passage was Yin Capital.

Such means were awe-inspiring, and he had not even recovered his peak state!

“Uncle Founder, why did you let all those people go?” The two delicate little girls ran over from a distance, both pouting.

Xiao Chen took his leave of the Demon Sect Founder. Seeing the two little girls rush up, he unceremoniously rubbed their heads hard, thoroughly mussing their smooth, black, glossy hair, then unfolded the Eight-Aspect Worlds and shot into the sky.

The two little girls cried out in annoyance: “Oh, so annoying! Catch him, don’t let him get away!”

“You even dare to lay hands on his young daughters…” The Demon Sect Founder pointed a finger, and a spatial tunnel appeared, sending Xiao Chen through. He then sent a spiritual imprint into Xiao Chen’s mind, telling him how to find this place again.

The scene shifted dramatically, and in an instant Xiao Chen appeared above Yin Capital.

At that moment in Yin Capital, the top ten young experts of the Roman Empire had all mobilized, as had the top ten young experts of the Great Shang Empire. Twenty of the strongest fighters acted simultaneously, encircling and pursuing an eleven- or twelve-year-old golden-haired boy. Moreover, many army elites were assisting. But the golden-haired boy showed no fear at all. He was like a divine being, transforming into a beam of golden light as he forced his way out of the encirclement formed by the ten future gods of the Roman Empire.

He was nothing short of terrifying. One eye represented reincarnation, the other destruction. Wherever he passed, no one could block him. The dead and wounded were countless. He had carved a bloody path and escaped the danger before the senior experts could arrive. Finally, he broke through the blockade of the Great Shang Empire’s ten young experts and rushed out of Yin Capital safely.

Outside Yin Capital, he glanced back coldly at the twenty young experts. “What are you all? In single combat, not one of you is a match for me. So-called future gods—nothing more.”

“Arrogant words! Among us, there are those who can kill you. I will cut you down.”

The strongest young warriors of two great empires—who among them did not possess rare divine arts? Who was not a champion of their region? Naturally, their hearts were proud.

“Hmph, we’ll meet on the battlefield!” The golden-haired boy sneered. “I have only been in this world for a few years. You—barely a match for me now. In the future, those who contend with me will not be you!”

The golden-haired boy’s speed was nearly terrifying. With these words, he transformed into a beam of golden light and vanished at the horizon.

“Arrogant! One day, I will slay you on the battlefield!”

A rumor spread: war had erupted!

The Great Shang Empire and the Roman Empire had launched war against the Brahma Kingdom. Eight million elite soldiers pressed the border, the flames of conflict rising to the heavens.

While the Great Shang Empire and the Roman Empire had been engaging in a “friendly duel” between their young experts, drawing the world’s attention, their military commanders had been planning. Finally, on this day, the flames of war were ignited.