Chapter 1088: Divine Miracle

Yìnqīng held Yu Er, and they plummeted into the deep abyss. The two tiny figures were instantly swallowed by a surging tide of countless demons of flesh and blood.

Lord!

Shālù Xiānshēng's pupils constricted in shock. Immediately, without hesitation, he also leaped vertically towards the endless abyss of demons.

Shàngguān Kàn hesitated slightly.

These demons were evil creatures bred in the River of Blood, respecting only the commands of the Evil God. Apart from that, they possessed only a nature of blood and killing.

Any other cultivators, even Shālù Xiānshēng's commands, they would not obey.

And this was a three-level realm, restricted by the Heavenly Way, where Feathered cultivators could not fly to escape. Once they leaped into the demon abyss, they would surely suffer the gnawing of these creatures of flesh and blood.

But the desire for eternal life was bone-deep.

Disregard for all faith in the Lord was also deeply ingrained in Shàngguān Kàn's heart.

Shàngguān Kàn hesitated slightly, then also brandished his sword in the air, leaped vertically, and jumped towards the abyss.

The old man from Mójiàn Mén and the Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ, seeing the situation, also rushed and leaped into the abyss valley.

One craved Yu Er, who was the Evil God's fetus, while the other not only thought of Yu Er but also of Yìnqīng, who had the karmic link of the King's Way.

Four Feathered cultivators jumped into the abyss, trapped in the sea of demons.

Infinite, endless demons of flesh and blood, relying on instinct, rushed towards these four Feathered cultivators to kill them. In the blink of an eye, they were again cut into four pieces and five cracks by the four people with their blood claws, sword energy, golden corpses, and demon swords.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the spreading blood energy attracted more, a never-ending source of demons.

Demons were like ocean waves.

And the four revered Feathered cultivators were like reef stones in the ocean waves.

They resisted forcefully, impacted by the tide of demons, and constantly killed the rushing demons until not even a claw remained.

At the same time, the four people released their divine senses, exerting themselves at the bottom of this abyss, searching for the figures of Yìnqīng and Yu Er.

They didn't understand Yìnqīng's madness, that he would actually jump into this abyss himself.

At the same time, they were also very worried that Yu Er would be buried in the mouths of these demons.

Although Yu Er was the Evil God's fetus, in theory, he was the master of the demons, and these demons dared not invade the divine fetus.

But the Evil God had, after all, only recently been born and had not completely fused. In this situation, it was better to be safe than sorry.

If the divine fetus encountered danger and was gnawed away, and the Evil God had no flesh fetus, it would be on the verge of being out of control.

They would then commit the great sin of blaspheming the god, and their long-schemed great plan would also come to naught.

Therefore, Shālù Xiānshēng, Shàngguān Kàn, the Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ, and the old man from Mójiàn Mén, these four deep-cultivation Feathered cultivators, all had solemn expressions and anxious hearts.

Suddenly, a foul wind flashed, and a demon lunged towards them.

Shālù Xiānshēng's palm turned into a bone spike, piercing the demon. He then casually flung it aside and looked ahead, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Yìnqīng!

At the bottom of the valley not far away, in front of a stone wall, Yìnqīng was holding Yu Er, standing under the corner of the cliff.

Around him, there were many strange-shaped demons.

These demons did not go up to tear and bite, but only continuously roared and howled towards Yìnqīng, not knowing if it was out of fear or defiance.

Or perhaps towards Yìnqīng...

"Submission?"

Shālù Xiānshēng's heart leaped.

The next instant, a divine thought spread, as if a "monarch" had given a command.

Countless demons voluntarily crawled to Yìnqīng's feet, using their bodies as bridges to lift Yìnqīng upwards.

Shālù Xiānshēng's expression changed dramatically. He immediately turned into a foul wind and rushed towards Yìnqīng to kill him.

Shàngguān Kàn, the Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ, and the old man from Mójiàn Mén also all rushed to deploy their respective means. Some wanted to snatch Yu Er from Yìnqīng's arms, while others wanted to seize Yìnqīng.

Just then, Yìnqīng turned his gaze and looked at them.

In his pupils, gold, black, and white colors intertwined, cold as a god, evil as a celestial demon.

It made the hearts of the four people, including Shālù Xiānshēng, turn cold.

Then Yìnqīng slowly lifted his hand, pointed at the four people, and chanted lightly:

"Go!"

This one word, though light in tone, was heavy as a thousand *jun*, containing supreme dignity.

In an instant, a booming sound rang out, and the entire abyss began to boil.

Countless demons of flesh and blood, as if receiving the command of the Lord, surged forward one after another, piling up together. From both sides of the abyss, they stirred up terrifying giant waves of demons, booming and crashing, surrounding and killing the four Feathered cultivators including Shālù Xiānshēng.

In just an instant, the four people including Shālù Xiānshēng were swallowed by the giant waves of demons.

One demon of flesh and blood after another, fearless of death, pounced on Shālù Xiānshēng's face. The next moment, they were torn apart and dismembered by Shālù Xiānshēng, but immediately, another demon pounced on his face.

Shālù Xiānshēng killed one after another, piece after piece, but the more he killed, the more demons pounced on him.

He was almost drowned by these endless demons that he had personally cultivated.

Finally, he could only, from the gaps between the demons, look at Yìnqīng from afar.

In the abyss where blood flowed in reverse and there was no daylight forever.

Yìnqīng's expression was calm, holding Yu Er in his arms.

The external tide-like demons prostrated before him.

Countless more demons voluntarily crawled beneath his feet, bowing their bodies to form stairs, lifting Yìnqīng up, gradually rising, far away from this endless abyss.

At that moment, Yìnqīng held supreme authority in his hand, as if he were the master of these countless demons.

He was the true, great wilderness's "God Lord"!

He was the true, great wilderness's Evil God!

Seeing this scene, Shālù Xiānshēng's pupils trembled in shock, and his entire being fell into a state of disbelief.

Amidst this shock, Shālù Xiānshēng was completely swallowed by the demons and sank into darkness.

The three people including Shàngguān Kàn were no exception, also drowned by the tide of demons.

And the ten thousand demons, yet used their own flesh and blood as stairs, constantly lifting Yìnqīng up.

Just like this, Yìnqīng, bowed down by ten thousand demons, constantly rose higher until he reached the edge of the abyss cliff.

Yìnqīng, holding Yu Er, left the demon stairs, stepped onto the cliff, turned his head to look back, lightly opened his mouth, and issued the last command, then left without looking back.

And behind him, countless demons gnawed at the earth and stones, and the cliff collapsed inch by inch.

The entire opening of Yānluò Shān was completely sealed by the collapsing mountain stones...

Leaving Yānluò Shān, the heavens and earth were wide open.

Up to now, Yìnqīng had finally escaped from the Evil God's nightmare, from the deepest part of the Kuāngtiān Xuèjì Dàzhèn, from the hands of the four revered Feathered cultivators, hundreds of Demon Path Golden Cores, and dense various sect demon cultivators, saving Yu Er, who was the divine fetus, and finally escaping with his life.

Having been shut in for so many days, he finally saw daylight again.

Yìnqīng raised his head to look at the sky.

Only at this time, the sky was still red, evil energy was like clouds, the sea of blood covered the sky, and not a ray of sunlight was seen.

Yìnqīng again pinched his fingers, calculated the time, and silently chanted:

"Soon..."

After Yu Er fell into the abyss, she temporarily fainted.

Yìnqīng no longer hesitated. He carried Yu Er, who had temporarily fallen into a coma after falling into the abyss, on his back. Just like this, he walked away from Yānluò Shān step by step, away from the Kuāngtiān Xuèjì Dàzhèn, towards Qiánxué Zhōujiè.

Yānluò Shān, in the deep abyss.

Demons rioted, demon energy surged.

Since Yìnqīng left, it was unknown how long passed before the riot calmed down slightly.

Suddenly, a dark golden light appeared. A golden corpse killed all the demons around it.

Then came the evil energy of the demon sword and the shocking blood energy.

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ, the old man from Mójiàn Mén, Shàngguān Kàn, and Shālù Xiānshēng, these four revered Feathered cultivators, one after another, crawled out of the abyss.

Being drowned by the tide of demons and gnawed by their mouths of flesh and blood could not truly take the lives of these four people.

But these four people accumulated scars on their bodies, their flesh and blood mottled, obviously suffering considerable injuries.

Feathered cultivators were True Persons and not so easy to kill.

In a general realm, Feathered cultivators were already top-tier figures of heaven.

In some middle-layer families and sects, Feathereded cultivators were old ancestors.

Even within some small realms, cultivators at the Feathered realm were sufficient to open sects and establish factions.

But now, these four Feathered cultivators were in a sorry state, and their hearts were filled with anger.

They wanted Yu Er.

They all wanted to use the divine fetus to command the Demon Path.

But when the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman gained, and in the end, they overturned their boats, actually being intercepted by a Foundation Establishment Realm mysterious boy.

But everyone's hearts, besides anger, also inevitably carried a hint of chill.

Especially that last scene, the image of Yìnqīng holding the evil fetus and commanding the demons, left an extremely profound impression on the crowd of Feathered cultivators present.

The old man from Mójiàn Mén, his gaze sharp, looked towards Shālù Xiānshēng and questioned:

"Shālù Xiānshēng, are you not telling the truth about this boy's origin?"

"Generally, young cultivators of this age, no matter how talented and gifted, absolutely cannot possess such means."

"Seizing the god, seeing through hearts, even making ten thousand demons guard..."

"This kind of behavior can be called a 'divine miracle'."

"This boy... exactly who is he?"

Shālù Xiānshēng was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "He... is not a person."

The old man from Mójiàn Mén's eyebrows trembled, "What do you mean?"

Shālù Xiānshēng no longer hid anything, and said indifferently:

"This boy named 'Yìnqīng', he is also a god, no, to be precise, within his body, a terrible 'fierce god' is parasitic. He is the fierce god's puppet flesh fetus."

The old man from Mójiàn Mén's face changed.

The muddy pupils of the Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ revealed a sharp light.

Shàngguān Kàn's expression also changed in shock.

He was an elder of the Shàngguān family, and had known Yìnqīng early on. At first, he only thought Yìnqīng was a fortunate loose cultivator, a strange talent with a focus on array methods. He never thought that things would come to this point, and that Yìnqīng was actually also a "god fetus".

A fierce god's fetus.

No wonder Shālù Xiānshēng dreaded him so much and the Lord trusted him so much.

No wonder his every word and action were considered "divine miracles"...

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ said coldly: "Such an important matter, why didn't Shālù Xiānshēng inform us earlier?"

If he had known earlier, he would certainly have disregarded everything and used any means to take this Yìnqīng for himself.

How could Shālù Xiānshēng not see through his thoughts? He only chuckled coldly in his heart.

The atmosphere was somewhat stifling. Moments later, the old man from Mójiàn Mén slowly said:

"We should first find a way to get the Lord back. We absolutely cannot let him fall into the hands of the forces in Qiánxué. Moreover, if he stays with that god fetus named Yìnqīng, it is also very dangerous..."

"At this time, we should abandon our former grievances and unite in the Demon Path."

Everyone's expressions were calm, their thoughts different, but none had objections.

The people present were all old demon heads of the Feathered realm, or once real power elders of big families. They only had "interests" in their eyes and would not care about momentary grievances and disputes.

Even if they were fighting to the death for the Lord just now, now that the situation had changed, several people naturally joined hands without dwelling on former grievances.

"Good," Shālù Xiānshēng nodded.

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ asked: "Shālù Xiānshēng, what are your plans next?"

Shālù Xiānshēng said indifferently: "We are the Demon Path, and the actions of the Demon Path are naturally only one word... kill!"

"Although there were some accidents and deviations from our plan, the Lord has indeed descended, there is no doubt about this."

"We only need to continue pushing forward with the original plan..."

Shālù Xiānshēng's gaze turned cold, "Fully expand the Blood Sacrifice Great Array, connect horizontally and vertically, complete the seal, then forcefully attack Qiánxué Zhōujiè, creating a large amount of killing."

"The more people killed, the heavier the killing karma, and the stronger the great array."

"Once Qiánxué Zhōujiè is broken and the Qiánlóng Shān Spirit Mine is occupied, this entire piece of heaven and earth will become a hotbed of evil thoughts, blood color covering the sky and blocking the ground..."

"At that time, the Lord will certainly return to his position."

"Of course, before this, I will also use the maze array hub of the Kuāngtiān Xuèjì Dàzhèn to constantly locate the Lord's position and retrieve the Lord as early as possible."

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ nodded: "If we attack and trap Qiánxué Zhōujiè, I want to refine a corpse city and use the corpses of body refining sects like Jīnggāng Mén and Lóngdǐng Zōng to nurture my golden corpses."

The old man from Mójiàn Mén also had a thirsty gaze: "I want to build a sword slave mountain, to build it above the gate of Tàixū Sānshān, borrowing the sword way luck of that first ancient sect of Qiánxué, to nurture the ancient demon sword of my Mójiàn Mén."

Shālù Xiānshēng nodded, "Good."

Shàngguān Kàn's gaze was slightly cold, "I want... to be the family master of the Shàngguān family and create a Demon Path family."

Shālù Xiānshēng also nodded, "This is natural."

Having discussed and settled the matter, the four revered Feathered cultivators turned around and left Yānluò Shān as if nothing had happened, walking back towards the depths of the Kuāngtiān Xuèjì Dàzhèn.

They were preparing to continue urging the great array and complete the unfinished Demon Path hegemony.

If the matter succeeded, they would establish a foundation for the Demon Path that would last for thousands of autumns and ten thousand generations.

Even if things failed, they could still use the Blood Sacrifice Great Array to continue creating a large amount of killing karma, gnawing down a large piece of flesh and blood from Qiánxué Zhōujiè.

Even if the Blood Sacrifice Great Array was finally destroyed, these several Feathered cultivators could also retreat and leave, relying on their existing experience, to push and spread this entire process of blood sacrifice throughout the entire cultivation world, letting the world's common people all feel the despair and fear brought by the Lord...

The Lord had temporarily left, but would return sooner or later.

To achieve a great cause in the Demon Path, the road must be winding, and the future would definitely be dark.

Everyone's hearts were immersed in their grand plans and ambitions.

But after walking a few steps, Shālù Xiānshēng's gaze slightly froze. He suddenly detected something and asked:

"Why is there suddenly no movement on Qiánxué's side?"

"They have all withdrawn," said the old man from Mójiàn Mén.

"Withdraw?" Shālù Xiānshēng's pupils shrank, smelling a wisp of something unusual. "Why would they withdraw?"

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ sneered coldly, "A group of hounds from Dàotíng Sī who hold positions without doing anything, pigs and dogs raised badly by righteous path sects. In this kind of life-and-death war situation, it's not normal if their hearts don't give birth to fear."

"No name, no profit, they will hold positions without doing anything. Once interests are involved, Dàotíng Sī will also be mad dogs," Shālù Xiānshēng shook his head. "The Kuāngtiān Xuèjì Dàzhèn is shaking their foundation. They absolutely cannot let it be because of fear. There's definitely something strange about this..."

The Feathered cultivator from Yīnshī Gǔ's gaze was icy cold, "Does Qiánxué have big actions? Do they want to trap and kill us all in one go?"

"It's not impossible..." Shālù Xiānshēng frowned, his expression showing a hint of dread. "But we should not underestimate... those old 'old ancestors' in Qiánxué Zhōujiè. They are the true foundations of each sect and family, their thoughts and schemes are immeasurable..."

"That..."

Shālù Xiānshēng's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice: "Let all demon gate disciples guard and not go out..."

Shālù Xiānshēng's gaze trembled slightly, "I want to go back and check some things..."

Qiánxué Zhōujiè, Guānjiàn Lóu.

A group of Dòngxū old ancestors looked at the grand momentum of the Blood Sacrifice Great Array, at the vast sea of blood surging restlessly at the edge of the sky, still frowning deeply.

"So long has passed, and it's still calm and quiet. Why exactly did we have to withdraw from the Blood Sacrifice Great Array?"

"This is True Person Sītú's instruction."

"Is True Person Sītú truly still 'True Person Sītú'? Is it possible that he has already been polluted, and we have all fallen into the Evil God's scheme?"

"The Evil God exists as a divine thought, skilled at confusing hearts, impossible to defend against..."

"Unless the evil is completely eliminated, the opportunity for war cannot be delayed."

"Whether the Evil God is truly chopped and killed, and whether he is controlled, we don't know. Rushing to fight at this time is not the best strategy."

"Our foundation of several thousand years, even ten thousand years, is here, we cannot take risks."

"Precisely because our foundation of ten thousand years is here, we should have early on surrounded and eliminated this group of Demon Path remnants, thoroughly eliminating this poisonous tumor of the evil path great array, to avoid nurturing poison as harm and letting the matter develop to an uncontrollable level."

"If the Blood Sacrifice Great Array is not broken, the loss will be greater, and more cultivators will die. If Dàotíng asks for accountability, we will have no way to explain."

A Dòngxū old ancestor sneered coldly, "Perhaps Dàotíng hopes that my Qiánxué Zhōujiè will have a major catastrophe, so that he can conveniently stretch his hand in..."

"Silence, this topic is not to be discussed."

"The matter of the Evil God is mysterious and illusory, hard to discern the truth. It seems that we can only wait for True Person Sītú to wake up and ask for the truth again..."

"Only so can it be..."

In the great hall of Guānjiàn Lóu, it quieted down slightly.

The hearts of the crowd of Dòngxū old ancestors were burning with worry, but they still waited with solemn faces.

It was unknown how long passed. The Dòngxū old ancestors who had been cultivating in closed eyes all opened their eyes and looked towards True Person Sītú, who was lying in the Qīxīng Zhèn.

They perceived an energy.

True Person Sītú, who had suffered severe damage to his Nascent Soul and had been in a long sleep, finally woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

Old Mister Xún, who had always been hosting the Xuántiān Běidǒu Qīxīng Zhèn, suppressing the Blood Sacrifice Great Array, and dividing out a wisp of starlight to nurture True Person Sītú's Nascent Soul, also slightly relaxed.

True Person Sītú's face was still as pale as paper, but there was already a wisp of spirit in his pupils.

Time was tense. The crowd of old ancestors exchanged a few brief greetings, then asked the most crucial matter:

"True Person Sītú, what exactly happened in the Evil God's nightmare?"

"What is the true fetus of the Evil God?"

"Why must our Qiánxué cultivators leave the Blood Sacrifice Great Array?"

"In the nightmare..." True Person Sītú just wanted to open his mouth, when his heart suddenly shook. He reacted and realized that he absolutely could not reveal anything about the child Yìnqīng.

Yìnqīng's existence, his crushing of demons, and his swallowing of the Evil God were all too shocking.

If he hadn't seen it personally, True Person Sītú would not dare to believe it.

Once this matter was revealed, it would surely cause a world-shaking sensation. To Yìnqīng, it would not only be not a good thing, but possibly a "great disaster".

He absolutely could not say it!

Not to mention the various major karmic connections on Yìnqīng's body, even if it was his grace of saving his life, this kind of matter just couldn't be revealed.

True Person Sītú's face hesitated.

The crowd of Dòngxū old ancestors all slightly sank their gazes, realizing that True Person Sītú had some unspeakable hidden matter, or rather, he definitely had some secret that he "could not tell people".

The gazes of the crowd were then somewhat profound.

True Person Sītú felt like he was on a hotplate for a while, but he could only bite the bullet and say:

"The matter of the Evil God is temporarily resolved, but the matter of withdrawing from the Blood Sacrifice Great Array... this matter has other karmic connections..."

"What karmic connections?" a Dòngxū old ancestor pressed the question.

True Person Sītú shook his head and said bitterly: "Temporarily... I still cannot say."

Because time was short, Yìnqīng did not tell him either.

Moreover, if this matter truly had a secret, Yìnqīng would definitely not reveal it, otherwise it would reveal the heavenly secret.

The crowd frowned.

They could see that True Person Sītú was actually not clear about this matter either.

Then some Dòngxū old ancestors who had previously opposed withdrawing from the Blood Sacrifice Great Array showed sarcasm on their faces and said lightly:

"That is to say, True Person Sītú, you yourself cannot explain the reason, but you just let us withdraw?"

True Person Sītú was somewhat awkward, but still said:

"Although I cannot explain the karmic connections here, it is necessary to withdraw, otherwise there might be... extremely serious consequences..."

When Yìnqīng told him, his expression was solemn, obviously this matter was not insignificant.

For some reason, True Person Sītú had a mysterious trust in Yìnqīng.

A Dòngxū old man laughed coldly, "The war between the righteous and demonic paths involves the life and death of the realm, the luck of Qiánxué, and the common people. How can karmic connections that cannot be explained serve as evidence?"

"If not for this, we would have already attacked and broken the Blood Sacrifice Great Array in one go, thoroughly eliminating this demonic path great calamity, how could we have missed this good opportunity like this?"

Another Dòngxū old man also nodded and said: "Thinking of attacking now, we don't know how many disciples' lives will be lost."

"If we sit by and do nothing, letting the Blood Sacrifice Great Array operate, similarly, we don't know how many cultivators will die."

"Having missed the good opportunity, whether to attack or defend at this time, it is all very passive."

"If a major disaster is brewed, the consequences are unthinkable."

The Dòngxū old ancestor from Duànjīn Mén also laughed coldly in agreement.

True Person Sītú felt the pressure was as big as a mountain, but he still could not speak about "Yìnqīng".

Just then, he suddenly thought of the Tàixū Shénniàn Jiànshù that Yìnqīng used, realized something, and turned his head to look at Old Mister Xún from Tàixū Mén.

Old Mister Xún detected True Person Sītú's gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.

Yìnqīng...

Did Yìnqīng truly pass down this sentence?!

Under this kind of great war, where the decision of advancing or retreating concerned the victory or defeat of the war situation and the lives and deaths of ten thousand cultivators, he, a Foundation Establishment, dared to let True Person Sītú relay words and make decisions?

He might truly dare!

But why would he dare?

Old Mister Xún's brows furrowed tightly. His heart suddenly trembled, only feeling his entire body was bone-chillingly cold. He hastily turned his eyes to look at the Blood Sacrifice Great Array in the distance.

The great array was still a piece of blood color, looking no different from before.

But between heaven and earth, it was as cold as the depths of winter, filled with solemn killing intent.

In the karmic vision, it seemed as if ten thousand ferocious souls were roaring, howling, struggling, and fearing. Boundless yin clouds covered the sky and the ground, condensing into a vortex of life and death, hanging upside down like the Nine Underworld Purgatory, appearing upon the edge of the sky.

This was the fear of "death".

This was the profound coldness brought by countless "deaths".

Old Mister Xún's bones began to tremble, his skin felt numb, a chill deep into his bone marrow, almost suffocating him.

He could vaguely foresee...

A shockwave of great killing karma that would change the color of heaven and earth and bring the Nine Underworld to the world, was about to come...