[Reward: Grand Devouring Art of the Eternal World]
"Not bad!"
Zhou Yi nodded to himself. The Grand Devouring Art of the Eternal World was the supreme divine ability of the Heavenly Demon Clan, capable of devouring all forms of energy, from True Qi to mystical artifacts, and refining them into pure essence to strengthen oneself.
Satisfied with this newfound ability, Zhou Yi spent some time with Qing Yanjing and his son, Zhou Chen, before leaving the room.
Stepping onto the highest pavilion of the Heavenly Palace, Zhou Yi gazed into the distance. Now that all his women were pregnant, it was time to expand his harem.
After some thought, Zhou Yi departed from the Heavenly Palace and set off for the Northern Heavens Continent.
...
Northern Heavens Continent, White Dragon City.
Zhou Yi's figure materialized above the city. His gaze swept across the towering black-stone fortress, its walls reaching hundreds of zhang high, exuding an aura of indomitable strength.
Yet, to Zhou Yi, this was insignificant. Compared to the grand cities of Skylaw Continent, White Dragon City was hardly worth mentioning.
After all, there wasn't even a single Earthly Supreme expert here.
But Zhou Yi had no interest in White Dragon City itself—his true destination was White Dragon Hill, not far from the city.
A White Dragon Supreme had once fallen there, and before perishing, he had learned of a lower-realm coordinate.
That White Dragon Sovereign had originated from a lower realm.
Unlike Lin Dong and Xiao Yan, who became legendary figures in the Great Thousand World, this White Dragon Supreme had met his demise here.
The lower realm he hailed from was similar to the Martial Universe, possessing a Plane Embryo and currently under invasion by the Fiend Clan.
Zhou Yi's purpose in visiting this realm was twofold: to collect beautiful women and to test his newly acquired Grand Devouring Art on the Fiend Clan.
White Dragon Hill.
Five towering mountain peaks loomed over the land, their summits crowned with cascading waterfalls that resembled celestial rivers.
Between these peaks lay an immense lake, its mirror-like surface reflecting the surrounding verdant mountains, turning the waters an emerald hue.
Swish!
Zhou Yi's figure appeared out of thin air.
Hovering above the lake, he looked down at the tranquil waters and spoke calmly.
"White Dragon, come out."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an overwhelming pressure that surged like a tidal wave, sending ripples across the lake's surface.
In the next instant, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth erupted into a frenzy, converging madly toward the lake.
Whoosh!
Under Zhou Yi's gaze, the lake's luminous reflection of the moon brightened, and the radiance coalesced above the water, forming a faint, ethereal silhouette.
The figure was clad in white robes, its features indistinct, but the garment bore the intricate embroidery of a coiling white dragon. A dreadful aura rippled through the heavens and earth.
Roar!
A dragon's cry echoed as mist over the lake condensed into the form of a massive white dragon, coiling protectively around the spectral figure.
This was precisely the White Dragon Supreme Zhou Yi had come to find.
Buzz!
The White Dragon Supreme raised a palm, and the spectral dragon surrounding him let out a thunderous roar. Thousands of beams of light burst forth, with five particularly brilliant rays shooting toward the five mountain peaks.
As the beams struck, the peaks' rocky surfaces crumbled, revealing five colossal runic sigils carved into the mountainsides.
The five sigils detached from the cliffs, coalescing above the lake.
Roar!
As the runes merged, the spectral white dragon let out a sky-shaking roar and soared into the glowing symbols, triggering an explosion of divine radiance.
Space itself began to warp, distorting into a massive vortex spanning several dozen zhang.
Simultaneously, a pillar of light surged from the vortex, piercing the heavens. Within the radiant column, the image of a titanic white dragon could be faintly seen soaring into the sky.
The resounding dragon cries echoed for hundreds of miles, a sight so magnificent that all of White Dragon Hill bore witness.
"A hidden treasure trove has emerged!"
"What an overwhelming aura!"
"It's White Dragon Hill, the legendary resting place of the White Dragon Supreme. Could this be a Supreme's legacy trove?!"
"A great opportunity!"
Countless powerful figures, their eyes ablaze with greed, rushed toward the site at breakneck speed.
Zhou Yi paid them no mind and stepped directly into the Supreme Legacy Trove's entrance.
Inside, a surge of energy attempted to repel him, but with a mere ripple of his aura, the force dissipated.
Zhou Yi strode through the inner sanctum, arriving before a vast black basin.
Colossal black stone pillars, each a thousand zhang high, began to shimmer with faint radiance. Ancient, enigmatic runes slithered across their surfaces like living entities.
"Enough, White Dragon. Show yourself."
Zhou Yi arched an eyebrow as the aura of a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme radiated from his body, causing the space around him to tremble and nearly collapse.
With a mere thought, he forcibly stabilized the realm, preventing its complete disintegration.
Seeing this, the White Dragon Supreme abandoned all pretense, ceasing any hidden maneuvers.
Light converged into a clear image—a tall figure clad in white robes, his long, snow-white hair cascading freely. Though he bore the features of a young man, his white pupils, devoid of black irises, lent him an eerie presence.
The white-robed figure sat cross-legged within the glowing barrier. Dragon-shaped light swirled around him, roaring ceaselessly.
His expression changed drastically upon sensing Zhou Yi's overwhelming presence.
This was an existence far beyond his comprehension.
Even the most powerful of the invading Fiend Clan paled in comparison.
"White Dragon greets the senior. May I ask what brings you here?"
The White Dragon Supreme bowed respectfully. Though merely a lingering wisp of his spirit, his awareness remained intact. This person before him was likely a Heavenly Supreme.
"I know you hail from a lower realm, one currently invaded by the Fiend Clan."
Zhou Yi's gaze was calm as he stated:
"I happen to need some opponents to test my new technique."
"You're in luck."
"What?!"
The White Dragon Supreme was stunned. What he had failed to accomplish in life—driving out the invaders—was now a mere test for this man?
Yet, deep within, he remained wary. Did Zhou Yi truly seek a challenge, or did he have ulterior motives?
"There's no need to overthink it. Even if I had other intentions, would you be able to resist?"
With a casual gesture, Zhou Yi shattered the protective array the White Dragon Supreme had activated.
A desolate expanse was revealed beneath them, filled with scattered boulders. At the center stood a hundred-zhang-high black stone pillar, marked with deep claw engravings emanating a savage aura.
This was the Great Meru Demonic Pillar, a primeval fiendish weapon.
Yet, Zhou Yi merely snatched it, effortlessly subduing its ominous energy, reducing it to a mere embroidery needle in his grasp.
At that moment, the White Dragon Supreme realized—there was no resisting this entity.
With no other choice, he handed over the realm's coordinates.
Zhou Yi took him along and departed for the lower realm.
In the vast, boundless void, celestial storms raged as meteors streaked across the firmament.
Swish!
A streak of light pierced the horizon—Zhou Yi had arrived at his destination.
The White Dragon Supreme's ethereal form appeared beside him, scanning the surroundings before pointing ahead.
"Senior, this is the place!"
Before long, the excited voice of the White Dragon Supreme echoed. As he neared his homeland, a deep-seated apprehension arose within him. It had been centuries—who knew what had become of his homeland?
Zhou Yi's gaze followed his words, falling upon a tiny black speck, barely the size of a dust mote, flickering in and out of existence.
From that black speck, a strange spatial ripple emanated outward. As soon as the spatial node was fully activated, they would be able to enter the White Dragon Supreme's plane.
For those from the Great Thousand World, these lower planes were peculiar lands, often brimming with extraordinary opportunities. However, even if someone from the Great Thousand World located a spatial node, entering a lower plane was no simple feat. Due to the unique laws governing each plane, an outsider would typically require some native object as a key to gain entry.
Of course, there were always exceptions—certain methods existed for infiltrating lower planes undetected.
Under the White Dragon Supreme's guidance, Zhou Yi effortlessly entered the lower plane.
He decided to name this world the White Dragon Plane.
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White Dragon Plane.
The vast heavens were shrouded in a dark crimson hue, and even the land and distant mountain ranges bore a faint red tint. From afar, it looked as though the entire world had been drenched in endless blood, exuding an aura of desolation and tragedy.
Buzz!
Upon a lone mountain peak, space suddenly tore apart, and a planar passage took form. From within, a solitary figure descended gracefully.
"I'm home…!"
The spirit projection of the White Dragon Supreme trembled as he breathed in the familiar yet unfamiliar air of his homeland. Tears streamed down his aged face.
Sweeping his gaze across the land, he extended his senses for a hundred thousand miles in every direction—yet not a single chirp of a bird or howl of a beast could be heard. The entire world was eerily silent, like a realm of the dead.
"Has every living creature in this world… been slaughtered by the Blood Demon Clan?"
A terrible thought struck him, making his body tremble even more violently. His eyes turned bloodshot as he transformed into a streak of light, frantically racing toward a distant location!
Zhou Yi paid him no further heed. He extended his divine sense and soon arrived above a city.
From the sky, he observed its inhabitants—men and women of various expressions, yet beneath their outward facades lay a deep-seated numbness. Their faces were pallid, their movements mechanical.
These people were still alive, yet they resembled walking corpses.
And then—
Woo-woo!
A piercing wail echoed through the city, reverberating across the heavens and earth.
Boom!
The moment the sharp cry rang out, chaos erupted. The once-bustling city instantly fell into turmoil. People turned and fled desperately toward their homes, their earlier smiles vanishing, replaced by sheer terror.
"Kekeke…"
At that very moment, countless blood-red shadows shot forth from the depths of the city, their eerie laughter piercing the air. Like hunting falcons, they swooped down toward the helpless citizens.
Within the crimson shadows were figures garbed in blood-colored robes. Their faces were pale, but their mouths bore two elongated fangs that gleamed with a chilling light.
These were none other than the dreaded extraterrestrial invaders—the Blood Demon Clan!
They plummeted from the skies, reaching out with clawed hands to snatch the fleeing townsfolk. As they soared back into the air, their sharp fangs plunged into the victims' necks!
Within mere moments, each captive's body shriveled up as their essence was drained away. They thrashed desperately, but once their blood had been entirely consumed, they were discarded like worthless refuse.
Among the chaos, a blood-robed figure descended, seizing a terrified young maiden in his grasp. His icy fingers caressed her delicate face, which was now filled with utter despair.
She struggled frantically, but her resistance was futile.
The blood-robed figure extended his tongue, lightly licking her fair neck. Taking a deep breath, he reveled in the fresh scent of her blood, his smile widening.
"A virgin… How fortunate I am!"
He spoke with a sinister chuckle, his fangs moving toward her neck, eager to savor the taste of pure, untainted blood.
But just as he was about to sink his fangs in, his head abruptly froze in place.
A slender hand had suddenly gripped his skull, rendering him immobile.
"Die."
A calm voice rang out, and in the next instant, the Blood Demon was reduced to a fine mist of blood.
Simultaneously—
Across the entire city, every single Blood Demon disintegrated into blood mist.
The young maiden, who had just been saved, did not rejoice in her survival. Instead, her despair only deepened. She stared at Zhou Yi, her body trembling as she whispered:
"You must run… now!"
She had seen people resist before.
But in the end, not only were the rebels slaughtered in the most gruesome ways imaginable, but the entire city suffered cruel retribution.
To her, there was no escape from this nightmare.
"No need to fear. They're all dead."
Zhou Yi offered a faint smile.
The girl blinked, hesitantly lifting her gaze—only to find that the entire city had been cleansed of Blood Demons. Not even their corpses remained.
All that lingered was the heavy scent of blood permeating the air.
For a moment, the entire city fell into an eerie stillness.
Moments ago, everyone had been desperately fleeing for their lives, yet now, they stood frozen, dazed and disbelieving.
Many had seen the Blood Demons before them inexplicably dissolve into mist.
And then they saw him—Zhou Yi.
They knew.
They knew it was him who had slain the Bloodfiends.
A powerful, unfathomable force that shattered their despair and rekindled a flicker of hope in their hollowed hearts.
Before Zhou Yi, the young maiden suddenly trembled and dropped to her knees.
Her hoarse, grief-stricken voice rang out, reverberating across the city.
"Divine Lord, please save us…!"
To her, only a true deity could wield such absolute power, effortlessly annihilating the monsters that had terrorized them for so long.
"Divine Lord, please save us!"
One after another, voices echoed through the city, their desperation palpable.
They had been nothing more than livestock, stripped of dignity, forced to live only to provide the Blood Demon Clan with an endless supply of nourishment.
Even the right to die had been stolen from them.
"Hmph. Where did this insolent brat come from? How dare you disturb my slumber?"
A deep, guttural voice suddenly resounded from the depths of the city.
The moment they heard it, the citizens collapsed to their knees in terror, their faces ashen.
The most fearsome overlord of the city had awakened.
"We are all doomed…" someone murmured in despair.
"Divine Lord, if the situation turns dire, please flee first!" the young maiden urged, her face drained of all color.
"Just a mere pest."
Zhou Yi extended a hand, and in an instant, a crimson figure was yanked from the depths of the city.
It was a Blood Demon General, clad in crimson robes, with sinister blood-red markings streaking across his pale skin.
A mere Earthly Supreme.
"Who… Who are you?!"
Dangling in Zhou Yi's grasp like a helpless chick, the Blood Demon General shrieked in horror, utterly dumbfounded by what was happening.
Crunch!
Zhou Yi clenched his fist.
Before countless disbelieving eyes, the fearsome Blood Demon General exploded into mist—just like the rest.
Silence.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Elation.
Tears streamed down the faces of the people.
For the first time, they saw a true glimmer of hope.
"Thank you, Divine Lord!"
"Thank you, Divine Lord!"
The young maiden hesitated, then spoke expectantly:
"Divine Lord, please… come with us to meet the Queen. Together, we can destroy these demons!"
The young girl bowed in gratitude, looking at Zhou Yi with hopeful eyes.
With a wave of his hand, Zhou Yi activated his Grand Devouring Art, causing the lingering blood mist in the air to be sucked into a black vortex, purified into raw energy.
"Let's go!"
He wrapped an arm around the girl's slender waist. With his strength, his divine sense could cover the entire White Dragon Plane—nothing in this world was hidden from him.
The delicate young girl's cheeks flushed red as she nervously clung to Zhou Yi's waist. As he advanced, blood demons in his path exploded into mist, only to be swiftly absorbed by his technique.
After a day of travel, they arrived at a vast mountain range. Beyond the endless peaks, a magnificent cityscape emerged. The towering walls of the interconnected cities created an enormous stronghold, bustling with life.
Zhou Yi scanned the area with his gaze, estimating that the city held at least a hundred million inhabitants—an impressive number. Across the world, there were likely tens of billions of people.
At the heart of the city stood a majestic palace.
His arrival triggered the urgent tolling of bells within the grand hall, summoning the city's leaders for an emergency assembly.
Guided by a guard, Zhou Yi and the young girl entered the hall, where several powerful figures had gathered. Their strength was comparable to that of the Blood Demon Generals he had previously slain—elite warriors even by the standards of the Great Thousand World.
Yet, Zhou Yi noticed something unsettling: a faint, sinister aura lingered within their bodies—an unmistakable sign of the Blood Demon Clan's influence.
As he assessed them, their cold eyes scrutinized him in return.
"Bow before the Queen!"
At the proclamation, everyone in the hall knelt in unison.
A graceful woman in a flowing white dress entered the grand chamber. The so-called queen was an enchanting young lady, her features delicate yet commanding. Her skin was as fair as snow, and her figure, accentuated by the gown, carried an undeniable allure. Despite her beauty, there was an air of dignity about her—her sharp gaze carried a natural authority.
Her strength was impressive for this realm—equivalent to a peak Earthly Supreme—but Zhou Yi could tell it was somewhat unstable, likely enhanced by external forces.
As the queen studied Zhou Yi, she felt a sense of unease—his power was beyond her comprehension.
"A being of such strength… He must be from beyond this world. His power is likely on par with the Blood Demon King."
The Blood Demon King was a near-Supreme powerhouse, an invincible force in their eyes.
"I am Bai Susu," the queen spoke as she gracefully approached, offering a respectful bow. "I deeply appreciate your assistance in saving our people from calamity."
No matter the cost, she needed to secure his help—it might be their only hope.
"Hmph! What assistance? What a joke!"
A sudden sneer interrupted Bai Susu. A shadowy elder at the front of the hall curled his lips in disdain.
"Instead of trusting this so-called savior, shouldn't we be worrying about the Blood Demon Clan's retaliation?"
The elder's gaze swept across the hall before landing on Bai Susu.
"This man has slain three Blood Demon Generals and countless of their warriors. Do you think the Blood Demon Clan will simply let this go?"
"I propose that we capture this imposter and return him, along with the refugees, as a peace offering. If we also sacrifice a million people, perhaps we can quell their wrath before they annihilate us!"
Several others in the hall echoed their agreement. These men—so-called advisors—were deeply connected to the Blood Demon Clan, their eyes betraying traces of blood-colored light.
A heavy silence filled the chamber. Many clenched their fists in quiet fury but dared not speak out. They knew these advisors were second only to Bai Susu in rank, and their power stemmed from the Blood Demon Clan itself.
Zhou Yi observed in amusement, curious to see how Bai Susu would respond.
He wasn't the protagonist of this world—he wasn't here to be some righteous hero.
However, Bai Susu did not disappoint him.
Without hesitation, she struck, a single palm shattering the scheming elder's body.
The remaining three advisors tried to retaliate, but Zhou Yi merely cast a glance in their direction—instantly crushing them into nothing but mist. He then absorbed their energy without a trace of hesitation.
Gasps of shock filled the hall.
A single look had erased three high-ranking advisors? This level of power was beyond their comprehension—perhaps even beyond that of the Blood Demon King himself!
Surprisingly, none of them minded Zhou Yi's method of dealing with the Blood Demon Clan's allies. They had long suffered under the demons' rule, treated like livestock. To them, this was justice.
Bai Susu stepped forward, kneeling before Zhou Yi. Her voice trembled with determination.
"Great one! Please, teach us how to grow stronger! Lead us in eradicating the Blood Demon Clan and freeing our people from this nightmare! I am willing to offer myself in service as repayment!"
One after another, those in the hall followed her lead, falling to their knees and crying out in unison.
"Please teach us the path to strength! Lead us to reclaim our homeland! We vow to follow your command, no matter the cost!"
Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the room, his voice calm yet imposing.
"The heavens move ceaselessly—only those who persist shall rise. However, true strength is not gained overnight. I will first lead you in destroying the demons; afterward, I shall pass on the knowledge you seek."
His words resonated like a divine decree, igniting the hearts of the survivors.
They had waited for this moment—for a true chance at salvation—for far too long.
"Thank you, great one!" Bai Susu bowed deeply.
"There's no need for elaborate strategies," Zhou Yi continued. "I can eliminate the Blood Demon Clan with ease. Spread word of what happened here—they will come to us on their own."
"Yes, my lord!"
The people hurried to carry out his command, eager to spread the news.
Soon, only Bai Susu and the young girl remained in the grand hall.
"My lord… is there anything else you require?" Bai Susu inquired respectfully.
Zhou Yi's gaze lingered on her elegant figure. He made no effort to hide his appreciation.
"I have no more commands… but there is something I desire."
Bai Susu's cheeks flushed. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her hands gently reaching for the sash at her waist.
"My lord has given me and my people hope. If you so wish, I am honored to serve you."
Zhou Yi chuckled, pulling her into his arms.
"I won't refuse such an offer."
The young girl standing nearby lowered her gaze in embarrassment, torn between staying and leaving. Her heart pounded in confusion.
Time passed.
Bai Susu's face glowed with warmth, her breath uneven as she gazed at Zhou Yi with newfound emotion.
"You need not worry," Zhou Yi whispered gently. "The Blood Demon Clan will soon be nothing but a memory."
"Thank you, my lord…" Bai Susu murmured, her voice filled with both relief and gratitude.
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