The border between the Far West and the outside world had been submerged in lightning.
The surging thunderclouds spread, rising and falling like waves, beautiful yet brimming with killing intent.
Uncountable demon cultivators hiding within the demonic miasma had already been struck down by the lightning. Those who narrowly survived shouted curses and fled deeper into the Far West.
"This heavenly tribulation has been going on for almost a month," one demon muttered resentfully. "Why isn't that little girl dead yet?"
"Hmph, you might die before she does," the demon cultivator next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes. The whites of his eyes, along with his scarlet pupils, flashed with contempt, but this contempt was directed at the demon beside him.
Demons were born and raised in the Far West, while demon cultivators were typically cultivators who had fallen into demonic ways. Demons and demon cultivators originally kept to themselves and disdained each other. It was only after Liu Tianyun arrived in the Far West that all demons and demon cultivators were unified.
Despite this, friction still persisted between these demons and demon cultivators in private.
This was especially true in the past few days, with Liu Tianyun absent from the Far West.
The demon turned and exhaled at the demon cultivator, baring his teeth, "Congshan, what do you mean? Are you dampening our spirits while boosting theirs?"
The demon cultivator named Congshan slapped the demon. "Get lost! Don't force me to hit you! Who do you think you are!"
"Congshan!" the demon roared, turning to engage Congshan in a fight.
Fights between demons and demon cultivators were extremely common in the Far West. So common that even though many demons and demon cultivators were resting nearby, everyone watched with cold eyes, and not a single person stepped forward to intervene.
This situation continued until Congshan directly killed the demon.
"Congshan, why bother with a nobody?"
In the Far West, losers were referred to as "waste." The rule of strength being paramount here was more intense and pronounced than anywhere else in the Divine Revelation world.
It could be said that no demon in the Far West could remain unaffected.
Congshan sneered, "You, who are worse than waste, have the audacity to talk to me?"
"You!" The demon cultivator who spoke was, after all, wary of Congshan. He shot Congshan a resentful glare and retreated.
Beyond the circle where they were resting, the lightning continued to close in.
Congshan frowned slightly and asked another demon cultivator loudly, "Jiang Zhongming, has the surname Jing sent any news?"
Jiang Zhongming replied respectfully, "Young master, not yet."
He paused, then added, "The Supreme Daoist Lord has also not returned. Young master, could Jing Yu have been discovered by them?"
"Impossible," Congshan licked his teeth. The foul, bloody scent made him feel incredibly nauseous, yet he couldn't help but crave more.
This innate nature, difficult to defy, made him stomp his foot in irritation, his nose twitching.
"The sect master of Dongyang Mountain isn't a pushover. Can't even protect a small cultivator?"
As he mentioned the sect master of Dongyang Mountain, Jiang Zhongming's expression changed. A demon stumbled in from outside, half-dead from being struck by lightning, and gasped to Jiang Zhongming, "Sir, something's happened! The sect master of Dongyang Mountain is dead!"
"Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"
Not only Jiang Zhongming, but all the other demon cultivators and demons gathered around.
The demon gasped for air, and seeing so many people attracted by him, he flinched and hurriedly said, "It's people from another realm! People from another realm killed him! The Universal Secret Realm is falling, and the Supreme Daoist Lord was also captured by people from Divine Revelation Mountain. The sect master of Dongyang Mountain tried to escape back to the Far West but was killed by people from another realm!"
"Wait! What did you say? The Supreme Daoist Lord was killed by people from Divine Revelation Mountain?" Jiang Zhongming angrily grabbed the demon's collar, his voice trembling slightly. "What exactly happened? Explain clearly!"
He never expected that the news brought back by this informant would not only be about the sect master of Dongyang Mountain but also about Li Tingyun!
His Jiang family was now tied to Li Tingyun's fate. If Li Tingyun died, what would they do?
"Jiang Zhongming, put him down, you're going to kill him," Congshan said in a deep voice.
Jiang Zhongming looked down and saw that the demon in his hand had fainted, barely breathing. He quickly let go.
The demon thudded to the ground, the pain jolting him awake. "Sir..."
Jiang Zhongming repeated the question.
"The Supreme Daoist Lord was originally massacring Donghui City to feed the demon beasts. But somehow, Qin Si and the others were alerted. Oh, and there was also a female cultivator named Bai Shengyi. Under the combined attack of several parties, the Supreme Daoist Lord was..." The demon shrunk back, constantly retreating, seeing Jiang Zhongming's anger.
It was not a glorious matter for the Supreme Daoist Lord, as a leader of the demonic path, to be defeated by a mere youngster.
Indeed, a demon cultivator nearby couldn't help but lash out with a claw, tearing the demon in half. "You must be lying to us! The Supreme Daoist Lord is so powerful, who could have harmed him?"
Jiang Zhongming glanced at the corpse of the demon on the ground, ignored it, and turned to Congshan. "Young master, what do we do?"
Congshan stared into the depths of the thunderclouds, his gaze dark and inscrutable.
"As expected of Bai Shengyi."
He murmured softly.
"Young master?" Jiang Zhongming didn't have much impression of the name Bai Shengyi, but he was now desperately eager to know Congshan's plan and what the Jiang family should do.
If Li Tingyun was captured by Qin Si of Divine Revelation Mountain, he would most likely never return.
The Jiang family had to find a new path for themselves.
Congshan glared at Jiang Zhongming, annoyed. "How would I know what to do? Didn't you all agree with my father's plan back then? What, are you scared now?"
Jiang Zhongming, having been yelled at, dared not show anger. He coaxed him in a gentle tone, "Young master, the Patriarch also acted for the good of the Jiang family. If our Jiang family remains in Wuyue City, there will be no way out."
Congshan said coldly, "Then do you have a way out now?"
The bloody scent permeated the surroundings. Congshan let out a comfortable roar, then quickly became agitated again, filled with disgust. He sneered, "Alright, don't try to fool me anymore. I'm not some naive, ignorant young boy from fifty years ago. Jiang Zhongming, I'll only say this once, tell your father yourself."
"If you want to protect the Jiang family, do not oppose Divine Revelation Mountain. In my opinion, the deepest part of the Far West would be very suitable for the Jiang family."
Congshan looked at the dark, sunless demonic miasma here and the flickering lightning in the distance, saying meaningfully, "Of course, if one day, the Heavenly Dao no longer allows demons to live, the Jiang family... Heh... May you fend for yourselves..."
Jiang Zhongming didn't understand his meaning and asked, "Then what about Jing Yu?"
"Don't worry about him, let that kid be," Congshan said impatiently. His figure vanished into the depths of the demonic miasma.