Chapter 795

Chapter 795: Lord of the Magma

The entrance to Nine Demons Burning resembled a bottomless abyss, like a long-dead titanic beast attempting to devour the heavens—its ambition exceeding its capability, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Upon entering, Ye Yun immediately noticed the demonic energy within had drastically weakened compared to its previous overwhelming presence. The faint remnants surprised him.

He hadn’t expected the seal imposed by the Immortal Dao Sect to only suppress the energy to this degree. Yet acquiring the moonstone and Heavenly Destruction Seal felt like a windfall. The prospect of comprehending the moonstone’s laws filled him with satisfaction—his current progress deserved celebration.

"Relying purely on speed to rival teleportation is too demanding unless one reaches the Heavenly Immortal realm or possesses a rare innate spiritual body," Ye Yun muttered, his form flickering as a remnant shadow. After mere moments, he gasped, as though crushed by invisible pressure.

"You should restrain yourself. Perfect the harmony between your true qi and spiritual power before recklessly challenging a Great Demon King," the Ancestor chided, frowning at Ye Yun’s attempts to mimic teleportation speed.

"I cherish my life too much to act rashly. This is merely practice—and a way to vent boredom," Ye Yun replied dismissively, his arrogance justified by his achievements.

Those who attained such heights naturally harbored pride fueling boundless ambition. Yet the Ancestor’s caution mirrored the aspirations of countless cultivators.

A Great Demon King could shake the Lingyao Continent’s sects with mere movements. Only leaders of top sects could suppress such beings; others would waste their lives trying. Moreover, the Demon Race’s physical superiority over humans was undeniable.

This truth forced humans to rely on numbers and tactics against demons—a dishonorable but necessary approach to protect the weak.

"Finally. If my ice spiritual power failed before, it’s time to test it anew." A deep blue glow coalesced at Ye Yun’s fingertips, icy currents swirling through the magma. He flicked his wrist, hurling an ice blade into the molten depths.

*Crack!*

Where his previous ice spiritual power had only frozen surfaces, this new layer pierced straight to the magma’s core. Though outwardly calm, Ye Yun’s resolve hardened.

*Boom!*

As the ice shattered, a colossal figure erupted. Ye Yun grinned at the trembling, enraged Lava Sea King. "Remember me?"

"Foolish brat! Breaking through to the First Level of the Earth Immortal Realm doesn’t grant you the right to challenge me!" roared the Lava Sea King, incensed by repeated disruptions to his slumber.

"This pest keeps harassing me, exploiting spatial laws to flee after provoking trouble. I must end this!" the demon seethed inwardly. Outwardly, he feigned calm. "Know your place, human. Beings like me are to be revered, not tested."

"I’m here to fulfill my promise," Ye Yun replied, smiling.

"Promise? What promise?"

"To claim your head upon our next meeting."

The Lava Sea King erupted in furious laughter. "You’ll regret this arrogance! Will you hide behind spatial laws again?"

"Try me." Ye Yun raised the Purple Shadow Divine Sword, its teal glow faint yet steady.

"Pathetic! Even your immortal artifact cowers before me!" The demon’s throat blazed crimson. Ye Yun watched fiery veins pulse along its neck before casually slicing through the oncoming inferno.

The Lava Sea King gaped as his flames parted harmlessly. Another blast met the same fate—cleaved perfectly by Ye Yun’s sword.

"Still holding back? Don’t blame me for what follows," Ye Yun taunted. "My sword disdains engaging weaklings."

"Insolent worm!" Abandoning restraint, the demon unleashed his full fury, though the ancient Barrier seal dampened his power. He charged, but Ye Yun effortlessly sidestepped, leaving a gash across the demon’s flank.

Humiliated, the Lava Sea King transformed into a whirlwind of flames. "DIE!"

"Predictable." With a single swing, Ye Yun shattered the seal binding the demon’s power, ignoring the Ancestor’s disapproving glare.

The Lava Sea King stared in disbelief. "Why free me?"

"Where’s the fun otherwise?" Ye Yun smirked.

"Hah! You’re the most entertaining human I’ve met!" the demon bellowed, acknowledging Ye Yun’s newfound strength. The true battle had just begun.

"However, if you believe my true form represents this king’s most invincible state, you’re gravely mistaken." Transforming into flames, his massive body gradually shrank within the fiery blaze. An overwhelming demonic energy flooded the fifth layer’s chasm. Ye Yun’s expression shifted slightly as he sensed this change.

"How could its power surge so dramatically?" This time, Ye Yun felt genuine surprise. He’d assumed the Great Demon King’s true form was its ultimate trump card, yet now the creature’s aura approached the peak of the Eighth Level Earth Immortal realm – mid-stage perfection bordering on late-stage.

Though capable of suppression, Ye Yun chose restraint. What he truly needed was life-and-death combat. Only through such perilous battles could his extraordinary physique advance rapidly. He observed the muscular figure materializing within the swirling flames, maintaining defensive readiness.

"Human! Name yourself!" boomed the emerging figure. "For aiding King Sata Hui’s escape, I’ll grant you a dignified death!" The fully manifested demon revealed bulging obsidian muscles suggesting volcanic might, his crimson flame armor radiating ominous light.

Ye Yun chuckled dryly. "I’m Ye Yun. Your demonic naming conventions never cease to amaze – each more absurd than the last."

"Mockery suits your doomed state," Sata Hui growled. "Bury your laughter alongside your pathetic pride!" He launched forward like molten lava erupting from a caldera. Ye Yun’s Purple Shadow Divine Sword flared brighter as the demon closed in.

"Born as a Sword!"

Azure streaks pierced the demon’s torso. Though merely probing strikes, Ye Yun’s replenished true qi could now sustain this technique. Unfazed, Sata Hui’s flame-wreathed fists continued their trajectory. Crossing his sword before his chest, Ye Yun braced for the impact’s hidden energy.

"Disappointing," Sata Hui sneered as Ye Yun cratered into the wall. His mockery faded when Ye Yun emerged from the rubble. "Not completely worthless after all."

"Next time, you’ll be the one falling," Ye Yun retorted coldly. The demon’s crimson armor concerned him most – its energy sustainment allowing constant peak output.

"Regrets already?" Sata Hui jeered, noting Ye Yun’s hardened gaze. "Too late! After crushing you, I’ll feast on millions of humans! Only mountains of flesh will quench my sealed-away rage!"

"Fools stay fools," Ye Yun smirked. "Even power can’t cure stupidity. Do you truly believe the cultivation world would tolerate such slaughter?"

"Enough talk!" Flames erupted from Sata Hui’s armor as he transformed into living conflagration. "Die now and spare my eyes your wretched face!"

"Ice Spirit Divine Palm!"

Ye Yun’s palms unleashed arctic fury. A glacial colossus materialized, extinguishing surrounding flames. Magma flows froze mid-surge as hoarfrost conquered the fifth layer. Though sensing Sata Hui’s waning momentum, Ye Yun noted the demon’s aura fluctuated strangely – not diminishing, but condensing toward Eighth Level Earth Immortal’s peak.

"Your type always disappoints," Ye Yun muttered. Earlier humiliation in the wall’s embrace still burned, but strategic patience prevailed. Letting the demon shatter his ice palm served purpose – testing that cursed armor’s limits.

The Nine Demons Burning’s fifth layer now resembled glacial wasteland. "Clever," Ye Yun acknowledged. "Using this realm’s molten essence to forge unbreakable armor. Ancient demons indeed have tricks. But enough games."

Sata Hui’s roar shook the ice caves. "IMPOSSIBLE!" Centuries of pride curdled seeing his domain conquered. "You scheming insect! I’LL DEVOUR YOUR ANCESTORS!"

"Empty threats," Ye Yun observed. The demon’s aura now barely touched early Eighth Level Earth Immortal. Approaching the trembling figure, he noted Sata Hui’s knees buckling.

"Mercy!" The demon king collapsed. "Let me serve you! An Eighth Level Earth Immortal slave!" When met with silence, desperation turned bitter. "Our Demon Emperor comes! He’ll reach Tenth Level Earth Immortal soon! Your death…"

A glacial shard pierced Sata Hui’s skull mid-curse. Flames guttered out as the massive corpse solidified.

"Ancestor’s schemes never disappoint," Ye Yun remarked, brushing frost from his sleeves. "Planting discord among demons centuries ago – truly masterful."

"Flattery won’t hide your troubles," a wizened voice countered. "The Demon Emperor approaches Tenth Level Earth Immortal. Ready?"

Ye Yun examined his palm, ice spiritual power swirling. "Not certain. Not helpless." His calm masked urgency. Forging the Thunder Spirit couldn’t wait. Victory required more than frost.

Departing the frozen hellscape, he didn’t glance back at the demonic icicle. Only when distant did he release held breath. True battle loomed ahead.