Chapter 2299: Star Funeral

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Song Wanxi, that noble princess of the Shui clan who bore the fate of Qingjiang, loved Zhuang Chengqian deeply, and was heavily protected by her elder brother, had already died a lonely death in the deep palace of the Zhuang kingdom.

Song Hengjiang guarded the bottom of Qingjiang, but only the corpse of the Shui clan's Song Wanxi remained, and only his own love and remembrance for his younger sister.

Zhuang Chengqian looked into the glass coffin, seeing only the true feelings he had personally severed.

That tear in the corner of the Blood Puppet True Demon Song Wanxi's eye that day was only the lingering resentment of this body. After Zhuang Chengqian's death, it all melted away like spring snow.

She had already become a demon, thoroughly becoming a member of the demon race.

Humans and demons were already completely different races.

From ancient times until now, no demon with self-awareness has ever felt that they were human. Even if they became a demon from a human body, and possessed all their memories from their human life.

The Shui clan who became demons were also like this.

But the meaning of "puppet" is to fix the "self" as the "other self."

Zhuang Chengqian pushed Song Wanxi to the final step of becoming a demon, and also erased her independence, turning her into a pure weapon.

She had thoughts, she had memories, but from the fundamental level of consciousness, she was only a weapon that thought for her puppet master.

As time passed, the blood contract continuously deepened, becoming an instinct, and finally existing beyond instinct.

Zhuang Chengqian indeed possessed the talent to rule heaven and earth, and Song Wanxi knew this from the beginning.

She opened her eyes, looking through the glass coffin lid at the gray, hazy sky.

A true demon's eyesight can see extremely far, yet cannot capture a single ray of light. The sky of the demon realm has no stars or moon, only one by one huge floating meteorites hanging in the distant sky—those are the stars of death.

The wild grave of ten thousand realms does not only bury living beings.

After the separation at the bottom of Qingjiang, this blood puppet wandered alone in the wild grave of ten thousand realms. She received a summons in the Wumeng mountain range, and then briefly saw her puppet master again.

After that, Jiang Wang strengthened the divine seal method, first becoming a temporary deity, then proving the Cave Realm, strengthening the induction and true contact repeatedly, yet it never happened again.

One reason was that Jiang Wang himself was attracting more and more attention, and stirring up demon qi could easily be traced, making contact with a true demon difficult to explain clearly. The second reason was that encounter with the Seven Hates Demon Lord, which made him feel uneasy about Song Wanxi's state. Although the Seven Hates Demon Lord at that time was clearly only a divided thought, Song Wanxi also seemed to have successfully escaped... In general, a person who has been fearful for ten years is like someone who is afraid of a well rope. When one's strength is insufficient, it's always better to be cautious.

In the years of separation, as a blood puppet, she walked alone in this barren world, remotely looking at the distant sky more than once.

The vast majority of the time it was like this, with nothing at all.

Buzz...

Suddenly a meteorite fell, and in the process of its fall, it ignited fierce flames, turning into a burning fireball, becoming a faint light in this dim sky.

Then, from faint, it burned into brilliance.

The gloomy, sinking, dim earth was illuminated by this firelight, revealing the rugged parts of its ugly landscape, like a critically ill patient lying on a sickbed waiting to die, lifting their clothes to expose their gratingly thin bones.

In the immeasurable time of the demon realm, it is precisely the final funerals of these dead stars that bring occasional light to this world. And only light.

How can one say this fireball is not the sun?

Although it is very brief.

After breaking through the quiet force field in the high zone, the fireball seemed to be boosted by some power. Its falling speed suddenly accelerated, becoming faster and faster, and also becoming larger and larger in vision. Finally, it was a bright volcano, a burning mountain ridge, a world that had already become ruins undergoing its final burning—after a huge shock, all the firelight was extinguished.

It was as if a giant beast spying from the darkness had swallowed it into its belly.

The stellar remnants and the burning light disappeared together.

That pair of blood-colored phoenix eyes could, of course, still clearly see this world, see the stellar remnants falling on the barren earth. A thick dark color swallowed the undulating Gobi. In the gloomy distance, countless strange shadows rolled in like a tide.

Rustle, rustle, gathering into a splash like a sea tide.

Dense demons rushed out from earth holes, from sand piles, from graves... from various different places, surging onto the stellar remnants.

Many, many demons were melted the instant they touched the stellar remnants, but even more demons surged over. Finally, there were only the shells of the demons, unevenly connected, like an ant swarm covering fallen meat and bones.

Yes, stellar remnants... are food for demons.

Those sand, stones, soil, lava... can also enter their throats.

The wild grave of ten thousand realms is truly too barren, so barren that the vital energy here is all "dead." Sometimes even the entire space is chewed into fragments. Even external stones are precious.

The vast majority of demons are hungry from birth to death.

Only those who are truly tempered in the cruel world and have the qualification to be recognized as true demon race existences will obtain nourishment from the vital energy plundered from the outside world by the demon lords, and thus have the possibility of growth, or even accelerated growth.

Song Wanxi watched all this coldly.

No matter what kind, reaching the Cave Realm level means already grasping the truth of the world, forming one's own universe, and not needing external vital force for nourishment. Although she walked in the wild grave of ten thousand realms, she did not need to have any contact with this realm, nor did she need to bow to any demon lord.

She was a true demon, but with "puppet" before "demon," she had no sense of belonging or not belonging to this identity. She only obeyed the commands of her puppet master.

The puppet master's last command was "leave," so she always escaped, always escaped, and had escaped for a very long time.

Then for a very long time again, no commands came. She then prepared a familiar coffin for herself, lay down in the boundless grave forest, and fell into eternal waiting, until the puppet body's life was exhausted.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that the sky, which had returned to a gray, hazy state after the meteorite fell, seemed to have turned into a dark sea. Gentle ripples waved, making a distant call.

The demons on the earth who were devouring the stellar remnants had no reaction, clearly this scene was only visible to her.

She opened her eyes wide, and in that "dark sea," she saw a pair of red, malicious, demon-intent-surging eyes!

These were not the puppet master's original eyes, yet they made her feel extremely familiar. That was the feeling connected by the blood contract.

The puppet master had obtained the truth and was summoning her with latent intent.

Song Wanxi pushed open the glass coffin and suddenly sat up.

In this instant, demon qi spread, centered on this black grave, flowing like a tide, resolutely pushing outwards in all directions.

Even in the wild grave of ten thousand realms, a true demon is a lord!

Around her, mournful demon howls echoed, and countless graves trembled with them.

Having lain here for several years, this area was already under her rule.

Inside the surrounding graves lived the general demons who had submitted to her. Each general demon, in turn, ruled many Yin demons and many demons.

The general demons already possessed simple intelligence.

Some general demons whose strength had reached the temporary deity level even possessed a certain amount of thought.

They submitted to a true demon, and to what level of existence would a true demon submit?

In a certain instant, those general demons with a certain amount of intelligence suddenly found their minds arriving at a boundless sea.

In the endless sea domain, they saw—

A fierce demon ape, standing on the sea and touching the sky, its upper body in the sea and its lower body in the sky.

Just the upper body exposed on the sea surface, its muscles knotted, its long hair like a forest, majestic like a mountain, could be called majestic!

Black qi wound around its chest and abdomen, like dark clouds winding around a mountain.

Its two eyes were as big as houses, and its blood-red gaze hung down, making the entire sea surface turn red.

Submit! Submit! Submit!

These general demons all knelt down on the sea surface, showing the posture of demon submission, forever worshipping this demon ape as their lord. Ten thousand demons worshipped, honoring the demon lord.

In the heart position of the demon ape, there was a shadow of a divine seal—

Below was the yellow jade form of the four directions of the earth.

Above was the red jade name of the demon ape statue.

This was the true form condensed by the divine seal method constantly cultivated to this point.

Today's Jiang Wang was already the Jiang Wang who had achieved the first accomplishment of the Cave Realm in ancient and modern times. Today's Jiang Wang was preparing to climb again after peeling off the influence of the Heavenly Way, and obtain the long-undisputed first achievement of the Cave Realm in ancient and modern times.

His understanding of cultivation already surpassed that of Zhuang Chengqian, who had initially created the "divine seal method."

His divine light illuminated ancient and modern times, shining brightly in ten thousand realms.

At this moment, in the latent consciousness sea completely under his control, the glory of the divine seal method bathed the group of demons.

The green-haired, blood-eyed Song Wanxi slowly walked among the kneeling group of demons.

The demon ape overlooked her, its voice majestic: "Give me all memories regarding the White Bone Honored God."

A point of divine light flew out from Song Wanxi's eyebrow, flying towards the demon ape.

And just at this time, a slender index finger with distinct joints lightly lifted up, like a bright moon arching over a bridge, horizontally barring this point of light.

Along with this index finger, a handsome man with narrow eyes and black clothes appeared.

He was completely in human form, and looking up at the majestic demon ape standing on the sea and touching the sky, an indescribable smile appeared on his face: "White Bone Honored God? The netherworld deity who only possesses transcendent power in the netherworld? After nine years, you dare to summon a demon puppet again, actually for Him?"

"Nine years already?" The demon ape fiercely opened its blood-basin mouth and suddenly bowed its head: "There is no possibility—I am for you, Seven Hates Demon Lord? In the past, you asked for my true heart, today I ask for your true name!"

The angry sea surged for ten thousand miles, and this ape bowed its body like a tilting mountain!

That point of light flying out from Song Wanxi's eyebrow instantly unfolded into a rope of light, wrapping around his body with the speed of wind, tightly binding the Seven Hates Demon Lord. Then in the next moment, the rope of light was counter-invaded into an ink rope, then soared into an ink snake, drawing a clear ink mark in the air, flying towards the demon ape's eyes, which were as big as houses. Then in the process of fast flight, flames ignited from the snake's head, burning to nothing in an instant.

The process from the explosion to the extinguishing of a point of light interpreted this sudden event, but both sides had been waiting for a long battle.

Jiang Wang wanted to forever prove the first achievement of the Cave Realm in ancient and modern times, and he chose to gaze at the absolute peak, even the scenery above the absolute peak.

Of course, in the realm of the Cave Realm, no matter how strong he became, it was impossible for him to collide head-on with the Seven Hates Demon Lord.

He pursued the possible hidden hand of the demon lord in the demon puppet's body in the most meticulous way possible.

The place of this battle was neither the demon realm, nor some corner deep in the universe.

But in the present world, in the latent consciousness sea deliberately spread by Jiang True Man.

The Seven Hates Demon Lord actually descended to the present world with a demon thought through the contact between the blood puppet true demon Song Wanxi and the puppet master Jiang Wang.

Just as the White Bone Honored God possessed transcendent power in the netherworld, He could at most only exert the power of the derived path in the present world.

The Seven Hates Demon Lord possessed unlimited power in the demon realm, but had a very clear limit in the present world.

This limit was very clearly below Jiang Wang's current combat power.

The Seven Hates Demon Lord was temporarily not at a disadvantage, but he already knew the outcome. He spread his large hand, not retreating but advancing: "Come, come, come—I will give you the true meaning of seven hates, so that you understand the strength of a demon, and know what kind of mistake you made in the past!"

The majestic demon ape only lifted its mountain-like demon palm and heavily slapped down on the sea surface. Instantly the entire latent consciousness sea roared, and in an instant, boundless waves swept everything, swallowing this black-clothed demon lord.

Inside the wild grave of ten thousand realms.

The blood puppet true demon Song Wanxi had just risen from the glass coffin.

After nine years, she had received the puppet master's command again and was ready to walk in the barren world again.

But just before her, a cold, dim black point suddenly appeared. This dark point emitted a glory, and lightly spun, like a dancing flying ribbon. The black-clothed Seven Hates Demon Lord then stood before Song Wanxi.

Demon lords are the masters inside the wild grave of ten thousand realms.

The power source of the eight great demon lords is the eternal, unextinguishable eight great demon arts. These eight demon arts eternally exist, neither wearing away nor decaying. Even at the most barren moment, when the entire wild grave of ten thousand realms is sealed, and no honored heaven demon can plunder vital energy from outside, these eight demon arts themselves can still continuously obtain the power of their source.

Moreover, they are fundamentally spread in the present world and are eternally unextinguishable.

So the status of the eight great demon lords in the wild grave of ten thousand realms can be imagined—they are almost the only living eye in this pool of dead water, the only remaining ripple in this barren world.

This is an importance that no heaven demon can replace.

Moreover, the eight great demon lords are also related to the great legend of the demon ancestor's return.

The hierarchy within the demon race is strict, far exceeding that of humans, demons, and Asuras. The eight great demon lords are supreme. Every demon lord rules a vast territory, and their majesty is not to be provoked.

Therefore, the terror of the Seven Hates Demon Lord, who was able to replace the original "Bitter Sea Forever Sink Desire Demon Art" with the "Seven Hates Demon Art" and become the only new appointed demon lord in the demon realm since ancient times, is completely imaginable.

Song Wanxi's battle in the wild grave of ten thousand realms was only a divided body of a demon thought that handled miscellaneous affairs.

Jiang Wang's encounter in the demon cave was only a wisp of demon thought that crossed the world and fell.

Jiang Wang's fight in the latent consciousness sea was also only a demon thought descending under certain limits.

These are all far from reaching their peak.

At this moment, appearing before Song Wanxi in this wild grave of ten thousand realms, was the true Seven Hates Demon Lord, a combination of dharma body and dao body, with demon art in his body!

How many years had Jiang Wang's contact with the blood puppet true demon been sinking? How many years had he waited with apprehension?

Looking at it now, this nine-year wait seemed completely meaningless. Jiang Wang was fully wary of him, walking from the Inner Mansion Realm to the limit of the Cave Realm today, even specially selecting the main field, spreading the latent consciousness sea, and then willingly hooking up the demon puppet. From beginning to end, he did not personally involve himself in danger.

The Seven Hates Demon Lord could at most wipe out the blood puppet, it was impossible to injure the puppet master.

But the Seven Hates Demon Lord did not feel that all this was completely meaningless.

He gazed at Song Wanxi's blood-colored phoenix eyes, seemingly seeing through a mirror, opposite the demon ape in the distant present world: "Is White Bone Honored God the one you hate? If you are willing to submit to me, this lord can help you exterminate him!"

Song Wanxi's original body did not move, her mind also completely sank.

That pair of phoenix eyes seemed to be cast from red glass, and also seemed to be only glass. Inside there was no emotion, no exploration.

But the Seven Hates Demon Lord could see that in the depths of this pair of eyes, red light flickered, that was Jiang True Man in the present world, making a silent invitation.

Really cautious!

He was even unwilling to send half a thought across the void, fearing that he would catch an opportunity.

The Seven Hates Demon Lord smiled indifferently, then divided out another demon thought, leaped into that piece of latent consciousness sea in that world, and appeared again before that demon ape standing on the sea and touching the sky.

Looking up at those fierce eyes, he repeated his question: "Do you desire to execute White Bone?"

The demon ape's majestic body covered the sky, its palm covered the vast sea, baring its fangs: "Eating your thought is a delicious delicacy!"

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