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    Chapter 787: Heavy Burden

    "Have we gone too far? Even with that boy’s exceptional talent, dumping this responsibility on him feels irresponsible," Mu Zhi muttered while gazing at Ye Yun’s retreating figure.

    If not for the desperate situation, he’d never have assigned such perilous tasks to Ye Yun. Though he held high hopes for the youth, Mu Zhi now found himself barely able to manage his own precarious state.

    "Cough! Cough!" After the two women departed, Mu Zhi’s face paled as violent coughs wracked his body. Shen Zhongyang frowned at the elder’s sudden decline. "What’s wrong? Did your rushed breakthrough destabilize your foundation?"

    Though pleased by Mu Zhi’s rapid advancement as a longtime Immortal Dao Sect elder, Shen Zhongyang couldn’t ignore the visible injuries.

    "This old bones won’t recover completely. Just give me time – my spine can’t keep up with youngsters anymore." Mu Zhi’s self-deprecating sigh eased Shen Zhongyang’s worry slightly.

    "I must leave. With Devil Race attacks increasing daily, entire cities will fall unless I deploy forces." Shen Zhongyang dissolved into an ethereal figure, his fading voice tinged with helplessness.

    Alone, black wisps swirled in Mu Zhi’s eyes as bloodthirsty frenzy threatened to surface. Suppressing the tremor in his limbs, he spat blood before fleeing to avoid destructive rampage. Had the fragile balance between his immortal arts and demonic energy finally shattered?

    Ye Yun stared at the active Great Sky Teleportation Array – clearly the old men had anticipated his compliance. Ignoring the crowd’s stares, he noted their feverish excitement with curiosity.

    "Look! The fool marching to Nine Demons Burning! An Invited Elder title isn’t worth dying for at Nascent Soul stage!"

    Ye Yun’s temple throbbed at the chatter. They’d advertised his suicide mission without mercy. Couldn’t they at least pretend to wish him luck?

    As spatial forces enveloped him, Ye Yun pondered the array’s mysteries. Though grasping mere fragments of spatial laws, it helped pass time during the teleportation.

    Black peaks loomed beneath flashing skies – Nine Demons Burning’s periphery. Ye Yun scanned for the entrance, planning rapid teleportation through the crisis.

    A terrifying aura interrupted his preparations. The Ancestor’s bored gaze sharpened as majestic figure materialized above – cold-eyed man with waterfall-black hair, backlit by blazing sun radiance. The Adam’s apple proved his masculinity despite ethereal beauty.

    Mysterious chants spilled from the man’s lips. Spiritual energy recoiled as divine light crashed down in crystalline pillar, bleaching his hair snow-white.

    "Heavenly tribulation?" Ye Yun whispered. The man’s overwhelming presence dwarfed even Mo Wenxian’s might, sparking unfamiliar dread.

    "An innate divine body," the Ancestor remarked. "Unlike Shui Lingling and Shui Yingying’s spiritual absorption, he wields pure divine power. That’s no ascension – it’s a death battle."

    Below them, formless darkness coalesced into faceless demon exuding demon god-level pressure. "In all our invasions, only one twenty-year-old Earth Immortal ever matched your prowess. You surpass even him!"

    The Three Realms trembled under demonic might. Though noticing Ye Yun, the Faceless Demon dismissed the Nascent Soul ant – not worth dirtying hands over.

    "Submit, and Demon King shall grant you conquered realms," the demon crooned. "Persist, and perish."

    Cold silence answered. The black-haired man’s Immortal Sword blazed with solar fury as he charged, seeking weaknesses in the demon god remnant.

    "Cute effort." Ye Yun chuckled when the man gestured warnings. Drawing Purple Shadow Divine Sword, he mock-swung the blade. The man’s exasperated headshake almost made him laugh aloud.

    "Pathetic human sentiment!" The Faceless Demon scoffed. "Always meddling in affairs beyond you."

    "Silence, filth!" The black-haired man roared. Demonic energy tendrils snaked toward him as divine and hellish powers collided.

    Ye Yun’s fists clenched. At Earth Immortal realm, he could’ve ended this instantly. Now, he could only watch – and hope.

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