Chapter 2302: Looking for Relatives and Old Friends

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That demonic *qi*, galloping like an arrow, went back and forth with the Blood Puppet True Demon, shuttling through the iron-colored sky.

The group of demonic creatures in the distance, piled together and chewing on the remnants of stars, had already descended from the sharp mountain to the shorter one.

The Demon Realm was always dark and gloomy, as if the air itself carried a heavy burden.

Yet, this wisp of demonic *qi* lightly leaped in the air, agile like a flying bird, suddenly making several turns, using its tail as a line to depict a complex and mysterious Big Dipper star chart.

The pattern outlined by the demonic *qi*, against the dark sky of the Demon Realm, almost blended into the surrounding gloom, making the details hard to see.

It was like a piece of paper spread out, floating freely in the air.

Just a moment later, a change occurred. As if an invisible hand picked up this star chart and casually shook it once—

A sound like paper shaking, extremely light and tiny.

When this sound fell, the pattern on the paper stood up, and the star chart transformed into dark fog, erecting an ancient portal engraved with the stars of the universe on the spot.

To fit the environment of the Demon Realm, it wasn't brilliant or dazzling.

It was still the dark color outlined by demonic *qi*, but there were also dim stars, moving erratically within the oval engraving at the center of the portal.

At this moment, very likely only one being in the entire Demon Realm could recognize its origin.

This was the ancient method passed down by the Dragon Emperor Yuan Hong clan, the "Universe All Wonders Gate" created by the Star Chart Profound Structure Ancient Method.

Initially, to deceive Jiang Wang into the trap, the old dragon Ao Kui had paid a heavy price to present this ancient secret method of the gate.

Relying on this Star Chart Profound Structure Method, Jiang Zhenren would later traverse the myriad realms without getting lost or confused again.

And at this moment, relying on a single wisp of demonic *qi*, he could seek relatives and find old friends in the Demon Realm—

In a place where ghostly *qi* was dense, within a complex of palaces with black as the main tone, roof ridges sharp as swords, and eaves like inverted hooks, the style fierce and cold, a "Universe All Wonders Gate," constructed with the same method but more ancient in style, suddenly appeared in the main hall's dome. The once golden yellow had changed to profound black, losing some nobility and gaining more majesty.

Even the dragon pattern on the door frame was like it was carved by a knife and axe.

This portal was knocked on from afar.

Thus, a gap opened, and a wisp of sound squeezed through.

"Shua"

That extremely light and tiny short syllable, like rustling paper being unfolded, had a very complex meaning at this moment—

"Old fellow Ao Kui! Moved to a new home, still used to living there? Don't you even know to pay your respects to your former landlord!"

Leaning on a gloomy throne, the Ghost Dragon Demon Monarch, with a dragon head and human body, and fierce bone spurs, suddenly lifted his eyelids, as if waking from a midday nap.

That terrifying pressure was like a mountain hanging upside down, and the ghostly *qi* in the hall surged even more frantically, like a roaring sea.

The various True Demons waiting in the hall for decrees all knelt down for a time, not daring to make a sound.

Six years had passed since he had proclaimed himself to have been separated for three thousand nine hundred and twenty-two years in the Floating Land World.

Heaven knew how much the supreme Ghost Dragon Demon Monarch of the Demon Realm had missed his little friend Jiang during these six years.

It was precisely because of little friend Jiang's final kick that he was able to retreat from the competition with the Jade Balance Star Monarch and luckily escape a thousand-year setup. This favor was higher than a mountain and deeper than the sea.

Although the time he spent with little Jiang was only three years, which seemed short and insignificant in a long life, these three years were completely without freedom, three years of kowtowing and fawning, three years of suffering humiliation, three years of being locked in a dungeon every day and having his power continuously drained!

Well, actually, none of this really mattered.

Ao Kui had lived through wind and rain in his life, what waves hadn't he experienced?

What was truly terrifying was that during this period of experience, he could hardly see any hope of escape, relying only on his longevity to endure bitterly, hoping for the day the landlord would relax his vigilance. However, little Jiang's cultivation speed was just like this bastard's body technique, it was incredibly fast! Not just a thousand *li* a day!

Watching his inner mansion and outer buildings, his divine methods continuously rise, one day one pattern, it was like watching that beheading guillotine quickly approach. Death was coming!

This process of waiting for death was more unbearable than death itself; every day passed like a year—so calculated, he had spent a thousand years with little friend Jiang!

He couldn't wait to drag that surname Jiang back, keep him close for a thousand years, threaten and intimidate him every day, punch and kick him, how else could he vent this hatred?

But Ao Kui also knew that this matter was almost impossible now—even if he was now as noble as the supreme existence of the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm's fifth master who commanded the "Mountain River Shattered Dragon Demon Skill," and one of the eight great Demon Monarchs on the list.

He already shared the highest authority of the demon race, was almost omnipotent in the Demon Realm, but his hand could not reach the present world.

Little Jiang was, after all, the first prodigy of the human race, having created one cultivation history after another under his personal witness, collecting one honor after another, and reaching his later heights. He also knew the weight of such a prodigy; he absolutely had no opportunity to secretly capture this thief.

Especially in this recent period, little Jiang had achieved "Heavenly Person" again...

One step further and there was hope of transcendence, and he still wanted to secretly capture that ass?

He could only fantasize in his heart to satisfy a craving.

Ao's body was in the Demon Realm, his heart was in the vast sea, his ears listened to the universe in all directions, and his eyes always paid attention to the present world, especially never missing little Jiang's news—that troublemaker often stirred up wind and clouds, leading the world in turmoil, even if he wanted to miss it, it wasn't very easy.

When he heard the familiar sound in the hall, Ao Kui thought it was an illusion, a hallucination produced by missing him too much.

But the touch of the Star Chart Profound Structure Ancient Method clearly and unmistakably told him that it was precisely the transmission he had leaked by betraying the dragon race's oath. It was indeed that voice, indeed that person!

"Demon Monarch..." That strongest True Demon in Dragon Abyss Demon Domain, prostrate on the ground, tentatively asked.

"No harm." Ao Kui waved his hand, his dragon whiskers lightly shaking: "An old friend. I seem to have heard his call... still so rude."

Saying this, he slightly cheered up and warmly transmitted back a sound through the "Universe All Wonders Gate"—

"Little friend Jiang? I miss you so much I could die! Where are you now? When shall I prepare immortal delicacies as a feast, use fog females to assist with wine, and have eight lords pull a carriage to welcome you to the Demon Palace as a guest! Bah, quickly report your address, I will personally go and receive you!"

The water monster with a ghost face and frog body fell into the water, the ripples that rose only expanded a little before suddenly disappearing. The thunder light on the water monster's body also sank into the undercurrent, no longer visible.

It was as if there was an invisible cloth wiping away the wrinkles of the waves.

The river water of Shan Tai Xi River had its own complex and strange qualities, not very peaceful.

"Brother." Jiang Anan, fearing to disturb the already sleeping Ye Qingyu, specially transmitted her voice: "Just now, after the Flying Immortal Thunder, what spell should follow? Seven Profound Thunder Light seems a bit wasteful."

That she could realize the waste of power showed she was truly recognizing the battle.

Jiang Wang felt the confrontation between the oar and the river water and casually said: "Flying Immortal Thunder is enough, no need to connect anything."

"After one Flying Immortal Thunder, I saw that water monster just now was still jumping around lively." Jiang Anan didn't quite understand: "I also aimed at the vital point."

Jiang Wang didn't answer but asked: "Have you mastered the Voice-Hearing Immortal State I taught you?"

"Ah." Jiang Anan was still very serious when listening to the lesson, temporarily put down the golden jade compass, not quite sure what to say: "That's a bit difficult."

"It is indeed not easy, I also cultivated for a long time initially." Jiang Wang said: "But mastering sound is very helpful for battle, not only can it help you seize the knowledge advantage and home field advantage, but it can also do more. For example, like this—"

He casually pointed, and a Flying Immortal Thunder, like a startled swan skimming the water, accurately and skillfully landed on the head of a water monster that drilled out of the water surface. There wasn't much movement, and the water monster twitched and sank to the bottom.

"Same Dao Yuan, same speed, can you tell what's different?" Jiang Wang asked.

Jiang Anan cultivated pupil technique, which was the "Spirit Firmament Calamity Pupil" transmitted by Ye Lingxiao. Of course, she was far from cultivating it successfully and reaching "calamity upon lifting the eye." But observing the battlefield was still very useful.

"You utilized thunder sound." Jiang Anan restrained the thunder light in her pupils, her eyes black and bright and spirited: "Sound and thunder light go together, accelerating the tearing of the water monster's defense and expanding the damage of the Flying Immortal Thunder—but without interfering with the original spell, precisely manipulating sound to cooperate, this may require very high control skills ah..."

Jiang Wang smiled: "Practice more."

Jiang Anan paused for a while.

Now the whole world knew that her brother Jiang Anan was a world-shaking prodigy, seemingly understanding any sword art or Dao technique at a glance, refining them upon learning, as if born with an invincible posture. But from childhood to adulthood, she always knew how her brother became her brother.

"I want to practice something you don't know first, divination and geomancy and such." Jiang Anan lowered her head and said: "I can't help you in battle anymore."

"How can you not help?" Jiang Wang grinned and said: "You shout 'brother,' and my fighting spirit is full, riding as a thousand. Punching Chongxuan Fenghua, kicking the little one of the Dou clan, it's all nothing to say."

Jiang Anan couldn't help but laugh, then pouted: "Use those words to coax Sister Qingyu, I'm not a child."

"Is she not very tired recently?" Jiang Wang seemed thoughtful.

"Just realized?" Jiang Anan rolled her eyes at him: "She doesn't like calculating accounts at all! Usually, she dislikes even a few calls from the cloud sparrows being noisy, wishing she could stay alone all day. Opening an inn and doing business, dealing with so many people, this kind of trivial and noisy matter, Sister Qingyu dislikes the most."

She sighed deeply again: "But cultivate ah, no way."

Jiang Wang found it a bit funny: "You understand again."

"How could I not understand?" Jiang Anan was not convinced: "Just like I feel the Lin character post is very difficult, I still write many Lin character posts. I get tired easily, but I will still practice Flying Immortal Thunder one by one. Next time you see me, it will be 'Wonderful Sound Flying Immortal Thunder'!"

"First master the Voice-Hearing Immortal State, then things will be twice as effective with half the effort." Jiang Wang lifted his finger and tapped his ear: "If your control over sound is sufficient, you can more accurately grasp the battle situation and know what degree of power can kill the target. And not like now where you only have a rough feeling, feeling more, feeling less, feeling waste... the feeling may not be so accurate. The so-called battle intuition should be a perception of victory after millions of times of forging, and the so-called battle judgment must be established on sufficient knowledge."

"My brother, eh." Jiang Anan supported her forehead and sighed: "When you're concerned about us, you just casually say one or two sentences. When you lecture on cultivation, you talk for a long time and don't repeat yourself."

Jiang Wang smiled lightly, saying nothing.

"The Dao path is long, I don't want to walk it alone."

Hong Tomb Peak, a dangerous place since ancient times. Among the famous mountains in the West Border, it ranks quite high.

At this moment, there was a person on the mountain peak, standing at the edge of the cliff.

He held a strip of cloth in his right hand, slowly wrapping his left hand. He didn't seem to be exerting force, but this action gave people the feeling of a ten-thousand-catty stone throwing machine slowly turning its rope.

A sense of extreme power!

Beneath his skin, among his muscles, there seemed to be endless power, fundamentally unable to be contained by this legendary physique, hence it overflowed continuously like *qi* like fog.

Pure power could actually have a substantial external manifestation.

So, even though he didn't have a majestic body standing there, he was even more majestic than the mountain peak.

"I once had two best friends." This man said: "I hoped we could be together forever. I hoped to walk a thousand *li*, ten thousand *li*, and after a thousand years, ten thousand years, they would still be by my side. I very seriously taught them to cultivate, but their ambition was not in the martial Dao. I truly hoped to walk with them, but I understood that we would separate sooner or later. I'm not someone who can't see through things, but after I left Qin Country, I had nothing. I only had them, do you understand?"

The commander of the Great Qin Empire's war army, the present world True Person Wang Zhao, stood just in front of this man.

He had a short beard, wore bright light armor, and his posture was imposing. At first glance, he was a very proud person. But in front of Wang Xiao, he knew he had nothing to be arrogant about.

Martial Dao was a new path, and the accumulation of martial Dao was far less than the mainstream of cultivation. The higher the rank, the more relatively lacking it was, and everything needed to be explored by oneself. Especially someone like Wang Xiao, who walked at the forefront of martial Dao, fundamentally had no one to consult. Every step was like walking a high cliff in a thick fog, exploring the way for the people of the world.

While the strong ones on the mainstream cultivation path, any random secret method, had been hammered and refined a thousand times, undergoing the washing of time.

However, Wang Xiao, with the identity of a Martial Dao True Person who opened his own path, displayed the top-level Cave True performance force of the present world multiple times, suddenly becoming the most powerful contender for the title of "world's first true"!

Even when Wei Xun, the True Monarch of Chen Du, laid out the vast sea and took advantage of Gao Jie lifting the sea race, when he couldn't move, gathered a group of True Monarchs to secretly enter the deep part of the vast sea and cut off half a dragon horn, Wang Xiao also participated.

He was the only True Person among them!

Although at that time Gao Jie bore the burden of the race and could not move, and although Gao Jie had to guard against the possibility of being fished by the Dragon Fisherman... Wang Xiao's power was also fully demonstrated.

Wang Zhao was, of course, a representative of the younger generation of the Great Qin Empire. At this time, this famous general of the West Border only seriously replied: "Probably understand."

A simple fist glove was just completed with a strip of cloth. Wang Xiao began to wrap his other hand and slowly said: "Sun Heng saw through it more than I did. He knew we would separate sooner or later, better sooner than later, so he chose to leave first. He said his ability was limited and he couldn't save the world, so he went back to save his old home—"

Who was Sun Heng?

Wang Zhao didn't recognize him.

But he thought that someone who could be mentioned by Wang Xiao in this way must be an extraordinary person.

"Dou Yue Mei also followed him." Wang Xiao said.

Wang Zhao thus knew that Sun Heng and Dou Yue Mei were, in Wang Xiao's words, his two best friends. He thought this story still had a follow-up, but Wang Xiao didn't speak.

Life often has short journeys, and many times after taking two steps, you realize there's no need to continue.

"I have abandoned too much in this life, only the martial Dao remains at my feet." Wang Xiao said: "These days I have been measuring my hometown with my two feet, and I always feel that there are still some matters that need to be settled."

Wang Zhao asked: "How to settle?"

"I was also born in the Wang clan, although it was a side branch. My childhood was relatively happy, although my family was poor. Later... I had nothing at all." The white cloth strip in his hand was also like the silk thread of memory, wrapping one layer after another.

Behind Wang Xiao was the sunrise. The sunrise had just risen, and amidst the layered clouds, its golden glory spread open.

"You should have already investigated the specific process clearly. I don't want to talk about right and wrong again. That matter has no great relation to you. It was probably not the subjective will of your father who has already died on the battlefield. Sometimes an unintentional turn over by a giant beast will crush many flowers, grasses, and crawling insects."

"But my family was indeed crushed into ruins in that turn over."

Wang Xiao looked up at Wang Zhao and asked: "The resistance crushed into the mud, too slight to be felt, should be visible today, right?"

"Of course." Wang Zhao said: "Today I came here just to see it."

Wang Xiao finally finished wrapping his hands: "I am really very powerful, I have to suppress myself a little. Otherwise, I might just jump up carelessly. Whether it's the vast blue sky above or a ten-thousand-*zhang* deep abyss, I still can't see clearly—"

"Take one of my fists, Wang Zhao."

"If you take it, we're clear."

"If you don't take it, we're also clear."