Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Kingdom of Demons

The avatar was created from a part of the universe, indistinguishable from the original body, and possessed nearly the same power. It could wield the Power of Opening Heaven and Earth and even the Ming Rihui Sword. The only weakness was its endurance; in battle, it needed to conserve energy.

However, that didn’t matter. The avatar’s task was to explore the Red Heaven realm and understand the current state of the world.

This was an intelligence-gathering mission, so it should avoid combat and keep a low profile, which did not require high endurance.

For his first stop, Yun Ye chose to cross the vast mountains and head to the Wind Dynasty, which bordered the Luo Dynasty.

It was not a deliberate choice but aligned with his direction toward the center of the Red Heaven realm. Since there was a familiar name, why not visit?

When he actually arrived at the vast mountains, Yun Ye learned from history that this place was called the “Hundred Thousand Miles of Cliffs.” The geography was extremely steep and featured various unique environments, such as the white-bone spiritual winds that could whisk away all flesh with a mere breath and swamps that flickered with purple lightning and explosive fire year-round…

This was the environment.

Within these areas were numerous Earth Element demons, or rather, disaster beasts, which were extremely dangerous.

With Yun Ye’s current Spirit Sense, comparable to the world’s will, he could easily bypass all perilous lifeforms and silently traverse the Hundred Thousand Miles of Cliffs.

But such an action was clearly beyond what an ordinary person could replicate. Under normal circumstances, even a Mystic Realm cultivator would find themselves completely obliterated in the Hundred Thousand Miles of Cliffs.

Only a true immortal could directly cross from a higher dimension without traversing the material world. Otherwise, a country-destroying demon could easily turn the cliffs into a deadly trap; typical true immortals would merely become bait.

On this journey, Yun Ye acted as a regular traveler, not employing great magical power to instantaneously cross over. Accompanied by Ming Ri, he appreciated the scenery and explored, treating this as a trip for personal growth and spiritual upliftment!

He battled dragons in the clouds, caught demon-kind resembling mermaids in the water, and when walking through the forest, he also encountered small demon kingdoms.

Ming Ri followed Yun Ye like a fiery sprite, appearing thoughtful.

“Demons can be divided into two kinds: the living ones, representing the Fire Element, and the dead ones, representing the yin attribute.”

“Even if demons possess intelligence, they often act on instinct. Forming a demon kingdom is quite rare. The reason we encounter these demon nations is that they have already become magic.”

Upon returning, Ming Ri had shared everything she experienced with Yun Ye. The supervirus they released previously had transformed all life from the Fire Element into the yin attribute. Some great demons retained memories post-transformation, gaining order and forming small groups.

With these demon beings, even a mere dozen members could establish a kingdom.

This was far from a good thing.

Every human possesses Spiritual Roots, which are prime food for demons. If demons established kingdoms and grew in number, the large, easily reproduced human population would surely become targets. Yun Ye noted that this demon nation was likely a result of such reasons.

He felt a premonition that his upcoming journey would mainly revolve around dealing with these demons.

In the current climate of Calamities spreading throughout the Red Heaven realm, such demon kingdoms were by no means few.

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Cangpan Mountain.

This was a Spirit Mountain with countless spiritual seeds, naturally gathering immense spirit energy, with every patch of earth suffused with spirituality.

Such a top-tier Spirit Land was, of course, occupied by worthy beings and dominated by the strongest demons within the Hundred Thousand Miles of Cliffs.

This strongest demon called himself King Cangpan, establishing the Kingdom of Cangpan, alongside two equally ranked kings—the White Tiger King and the Nine-Headed King—along with dozens of powerful demon generals and hundreds to thousands of demon soldiers, making them the most formidable force in the Hundred Thousand Miles of Cliffs, where one could see their soaring demonic energy from a thousand miles away.

“General Black Tiger commands you to prepare meat buns! You three, immediately gather the ingredients for the chef to steam!”

“Understood!”

Three demons set off.

One of the tigers, a Ghost Tiger, roamed within its territory, gliding through the skies. Wherever it passed over, numerous human tribes trembled in fear upon seeing the massive shadow and hurriedly bowed, calling out to the king.

The Ghost Tiger feasted merrily; a single roar could stun hundreds of commoners, sweeping them up with a gust of wind as it passed.

After circling around and seeing the numbers, even the Ghost Tiger felt sympathy, before it flew off toward King Black Tiger’s domain in Cangpan Mountain.

When the Ghost Tiger departed, its territory was left in ruins, with countless commoners crying helplessly, too afraid to express their anger.

Three ragged wild men crouched in the fields, burying their bodies deeply in the earth.

In a flicker of spiritual light, they somehow resisted the Ghost Tiger’s chaotic roar.

“The tiger demon has left! It’s gone!”

“We survived…”

“Quick, there are others still alive!”

The three men looked up, their expressions a mix of tears and laughter, an ugly sight indeed, before they leapt up and dashed towards their village.

In the village, many had been instantly killed when a loud roar shattered their internal organs, gasping pathetically without being chosen by the Ghost Tiger as food.

The rest could only remain, barely clinging to life, suffering and moaning, while many crawled from the fields, blood spewing from their mouths, revealing their location.

After the three wild men emerged, within a brief moment, they traversed several miles and reached the village entrance. One of them radiated a green light, which was the power of the Wood Spiritual Root, and pressed down on a man who looked ancient but was only thirty. His visible injuries mitigated.

“Cough, cough… Haha… Go save the others; I’m fine now!” The older man coughed up a mouthful of blood and pushed the Wood Spiritual Root wild man away.

Without a second thought, the Wood Spiritual Root wild man dashed toward another dying person.

The other two, while lacking healing abilities, were immensely strong and swiftly carried people, quickly gathering the remaining survivors of the village, saving the Wood Spiritual Root wild man from traveling all around.

They were experienced and familiar with such situations, efficiently increasing survival rates, as injuries that should have been fatal barely survived thanks to the power of the Wood Spiritual Root.

Upon counting the healed, the village, which originally had over a thousand people, now had barely less than a hundred, causing them deep sorrow and prompting them to cry uncontrollably.

It truly resembled the plight of sheep and pigs. Why was their survival so arduous?

Yet after crying, they could only wipe their tears and retreat into their homes.

As the Ghost Tiger left, several small-sized demons arrived, appearing strange and terrifying, with wings resembling flying insects. They scoured the path the Ghost Tiger had traveled and scattered a plethora of scales.

Where the scales fell, human villagers morphed into beasts, even though many had just died, and this sparked desires that feasted upon grief.

This was the demons’ best means of replenishing their population, tried and true.