Chapter 760

Chapter 760: Red City

Not only was there a seventh-tier beast king present, but if luck turned sour, they might even encounter an eighth-tier Great Demon King. It all depended on fortune, and though Ye Yun held some confidence in his own luck, dragging Mo Tianxiao along served as an extra precaution—a free pawn to exploit.

Ye Yun had learned of Nine Demons Burning’s dangers through the Ancestor. Though Mo Tianxiao’s assurances eased his mind slightly, he remained vigilant. When Ye Yun tried to ask about their departure time, he noticed Mo Tianxiao’s awkward expression—the man clearly lacked experience in deceit. Smiling, Ye Yun said, "Let’s proceed as planned. I know a thing or two about Nine Demons Burning myself, though not as thoroughly as Brother Mo."

"Hah! Seems I underestimated you." Mo Tianxiao chuckled, shedding his guilt. "Then let’s stop wasting time here."

After the Ancestor briefed him on Nine Demons Burning, Ye Yun remained unfazed. Though the site lay a hundred thousand miles from Lingxiao City, the Great Sky Teleportation Array would drastically shorten the journey.

"Now that we have a path, our next step is to locate a nearby city with the array." Ye Yun bypassed Mo Tianxiao and directly asked the Ancestor to scan for such cities.

"Luck’s on our side—found one!" The Ancestor’s soul power stretched outward, spotting a grand city within a thousand miles. "Southeast, three thousand miles. They’ll have the array."

"Three thousand miles?" Ye Yun exhaled, amused. Compared to a hundred thousand, it was trivial. "Let’s head there immediately."

"Agreed. I’d rather not trek blindly. Red City’s our destination," Mo Tianxiao said, surveying the landscape. "The journey won’t exceed three thousand four hundred miles."

"Such precision?" Ye Yun raised an eyebrow before transforming into a bolt of lightning, streaking southeast. Mo Tianxiao shook his head ruefully and followed as a white streak.

"If cycles exist, why couldn’t I find it?" The Ancestor sifted through the Earth Immortal realm demon’s memories, noting repetitions. "The Demon God Emperor must’ve tampered with their minds—either altering memories or conditioning them."

The ease of extracting the Devil Race’s memories puzzled him. Demons preferred death over submission, yet their memories felt manipulated. Still, such tricks couldn’t sway his resolve.

Spotting a city ahead, the Ancestor called out, "Ye Yun, detour there first. Fetch Red Lotus Stones, Nine Dew Pearls, Sky Blue Jade…"

"What if Red City lacks these?" Ye Yun frowned, sensing the distant city with his mental power.

"Trust me. Most items lie in ignorant cultivators’ hands, sold cheaply. Only a few treasures are properly displayed." The Ancestor had already scanned Red City, confirming most materials were available.

"Forging the Thunder Spirit’s more complex than I thought. The demon spirit required far less!" Ye Yun grimaced at the endless list in his sea of consciousness. "Must I still infuse Lightning Element Law? The pain nearly crippled me last time."

The Ancestor snorted. "These materials spare your Law—just channel Thunder Spirit power. Consider accepting Xuelian Heavenly Immortal’s Extreme Cold Inheritance. It’d elevate your ice spiritual power."

"Her power’s too vast. Most seals my demonic side, but mastery could let me suppress it entirely." Ye Yun craved the inheritance—its potency rivaled Moon Goddess power. Yet he hesitated. "I’ll attempt it only after reaching Earth Immortal realm."

Unlike his approach to Zhanxian Heavenly Immortal’s sword legacy, which he stripped to preserve his Sword Path’s purity, he wouldn’t recklessly hoard inheritances. What didn’t serve him, he discarded.

Destiny dictated inheritances. He’d embrace what aligned with his path and purge what harmed it. His sole rule: never sacrifice those he cherished. This principle anchored his cultivation journey, however distant his goals seemed.

"Your call," the Ancestor said. He merely observed—Ye Yun’s choices, even dark ones, were his own.

As Red City loomed—a crimson monolith towering thousands of feet—Mo Tianxiao remarked, "Were Immortal Dao Sect not dominant in Lingxiao City, Red City would vie for Lingyao Continent’s top spot."

"The walls… that’s real blood?" Ye Yun stared at the scarlet facade.

"Demon blood," Mo Tianxiao said proudly. "Painted during their extermination. Each step crushes their bones."

"Charming." Ye Yun forced a smile. The essence blood saturating the walls hinted at unimaginable slaughter, fueling the Demon Race’s hatred. Yet humans had suffered too—stories of enslaved princesses and ritualized cruelty justified no mercy now.

Inside, hawkers peddled demon parts: bull horns, serpent skins, even live specimens torn apart for fresh blood. Demon girls with beast ears and tails drew leering crowds, their purity inflating prices.

"See anything, Brother Ye?" Mo Tianxiao asked. "These vermin deserve extinction. Cultivation doesn’t erase their inferiority."

"Most aren’t true threats—mere spiritual cultivators," Ye Yun muttered. The weak deserved pity, but centuries of bloodshed permitted none.

"Let’s enjoy the Red Stained Pavilion event. Demons battle to the death, then tamed females auctioned—a grand spectacle!"

Ye Yun’s stomach churned. His pure-hearted nature recoiled, yet exposure would harden him, as killing once had. Two paths awaited: transcendence or stagnation. He’d choose the former, always.

Mo Tianxiao recounted Demon Race atrocities from Immortal Dao Sect records—entire villages devoured, humans kept as pets. The cycle demanded ruthlessness. With demons sealed, humans now thrived. Should they return, they’d find no weakness to exploit.

"To the Pavilion, then." Ye Yun shoved aside discomfort. After relentless trials since escaping the shattered realm, he’d seize this respite. Red City’s chaos offered fleeting peace—a chance to breathe before storms resumed.