Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Flirting Freely, Formless Demon Lord

Name: Mu Daoting (Formless Demon Lord).

Cultivation Level: Late-stage Immortal Venerable (end of the Great Dao).

Identity (Information): He was originally a personal disciple of the founding ancestor of the Taihao Heavenly Sect and the second-generation sect master of the Taihao Heavenly Sect. After ascending to the Immortal Realm, he fortuitously obtained the Formless Celestial Demon Sutra in a Secret Realm from the Primordial Era, thus entering the demonic path. After plundering the resources from the treasure vault of the Taihao Heavenly Sect in the Immortal Realm, he defected from the Taihao Heavenly Sect. Now, he was a rogue cultivator, wandering the world without a home.

Information: The Formless Demon Lord had a frivolous nature, flirting everywhere. To date, in the Immortal Realm alone, he had romantic encounters with 9,866 female immortals. In the lower worlds, there were also over a thousand women…

Whereabouts: A few days ago, changes occurred at the scars of the heavens. The Formless Demon Lord secretly descended to the lower world and was currently in the Shadow Realm.

……

The jade slip was organized, and Ye Xu fully understood the basic information of the Formless Demon Lord.

"He is actually the second-generation sect master of the Taihao Heavenly Sect!"

Ye Xu was astonished in his heart. This late-stage Immortal Venerable powerhouse actually originated from the Taihao Heavenly Sect, but to cultivate the Formless Celestial Demon Sutra, he had betrayed the sect, which could be considered heretical deviation.

The betrayals in the Taihao Heavenly Sect seemed to be genetically inherited.

Moreover, throughout his life, the Formless Demon Lord had relations with over ten thousand women, leaving Ye Xu utterly amazed.

"Compared to this, Su Mu is truly a saint," Ye Xu thought to himself.

He gazed at Yu Ziyi and Han Ziyu, a trace of pity surfacing in his eyes.

If those two knew about the Formless Demon Lord’s romantic history, they would probably go mad on the spot.

Indeed.

After reading the information about the Formless Demon Lord, Han Ziyu’s face turned pale, her fragrant shoulders trembling lightly, her body weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

Her psyche had completely shattered.

Yu Ziyi could not hide her burning anger, radiating murderous intent. "This lady is going to sever his family jewels!"

"Sister, let’s head to the Shadow Realm immediately."

Han Ziyu laughed bitterly and said, "Younger sister, his amorous exploits were something I expected long ago. I just hadn’t anticipated the reality to be so harsh."

"Besides, he has feelings for us."

"He has feelings for all those women," Ye Xu added fuel to the fire.

As soon as these words came out, Han Ziyu and Yu Ziyu felt as if a blade had pierced their very hearts.

"If he hadn’t felt guilty, he wouldn’t have kept hiding from us all this time," Han Ziyu added. "Over the last tens of thousands of years, he hasn’t indulged with anyone new, so he likely turned over a new leaf."

Ye Xu didn’t care to say more; after all, it was none of his business.

Still, regarding the Formless Demon Lord’s personality, he had learned almost everything through the system. Beyond his obsession with sensual pleasure, his temperament resembled Dao King’s—he was not someone who took losses lightly.

"Sister, let’s go to the Shadow Realm now," Yu Ziyi said, rage boiling over. "The scoundrel lied to me before, claiming he only ever experienced one relationship…"

The more she dwelled on it, the angrier she became.

Han Ziyu gave a light nod and bowed respectfully to Ye Xu. "Thank you, Senior."

With that, the two exited Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and headed to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"The word ‘love’ truly is the most hurtful…" Ye Xu murmured pensively.

"Achoo!"

In the Shadow Realm, within the Dragon Vein of Fortune, where an immense fortune gathered, a man in black sat cross-legged on the dragon head of the vein, cultivating his techniques when suddenly, as if sensing something, he let out a sneeze.

His face was like a blank sheet of white paper, devoid of eyes, ears, nose, or mouth—an utterly bizarre visage, as if his cultivation techniques had gone astray.

"Damned, who’s cursing me behind my back?" the Formless Demon Lord muttered.

The Shadow Realm was the territory of the Yama Hall. By now, the Dao King had already unified the Mysterious Realm and the Spirit Realm. He was leading his forces to invade the Shadow Realm, clashing with the experts of the Yama Hall.

Originally, the Yama Hall was retreating step by step, almost about to be swallowed by the Taihao Heavenly Sect.

But a few days prior, several true immortals descended to the mortal world, forcing back the troops of the Taihao Heavenly Sect. Even an Immortal King arrived, clashing with Li Ruoshui in a battle that ended in a stalemate.

Ultimately, the Taihao Heavenly Sect temporarily withdrew.

All of this was merely to protect the fortune of a single realm.

It was well known that all realms were formed from the corpses and domains of fallen Innate Divine Beings, each containing vast power of fortune, among which the Yuan Realm was the strongest.

The fortune of the Shadow Realm remained intact, so the true immortals and the Immortal King of the Yama Hall naturally sought to defend it and preserve its fortune.

The Formless Demon Lord’s cultivation was unfathomable. The moment he descended to the mortal world, he entered the Shadow Realm, secretly drawing upon the power of fortune to cultivate. The battle raging outside, turning the world upside down, went completely unnoticed by him.

"The Taihao Heavenly Sect truly grows stronger by the day. That old monster is impressive, actually attempting to gather fortune and tread the paths of the Heavenly Emperor and the Human Emperor,"

the Formless Demon Lord chuckled darkly.

Even if the Taihao Heavenly Sect swallowed the Mysterious Realm and the Spirit Realm, given its formidable power, it was likely that factions in the Mysterious and Spirit Realms wouldn’t dare act out recklessly in retaliation.

He himself had originated from the Taihao Heavenly Sect and understood its methods thoroughly.

"Why do I keep having this awful premonition?" the Formless Demon Lord frowned. His heart suddenly filled with an anxious unease, as though he was being watched.

When a powerhouse who had reached the end of the Great Dao experienced an intuition like this, it was never without cause.

"Once I devour the fortune of the Shadow Realm, I’m leaving immediately," the Formless Demon Lord thought inwardly.

He urged his magic power on, his swallowing path enveloping the entire Dragon Vein, continuously devouring the Shadow Realm’s fortune like an unending stream.

…

"How has the rate of the fortune’s loss become this rapid?"

At that moment, within the Yama Hall, the white-robed Immortal King sensed an anomaly. Although he couldn’t detect the presence of the Formless Demon Lord, he could clearly perceive the unusual movement of the fortune.

The speed of its loss was downright terrifying.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an ear-splitting commotion erupted. The protective immortal array of the Yama Hall was violently shattered as Han Ziyu and Yu Ziyi descended into the Yama Hall.

"Two Immortal Kings?" The white-robed Immortal King and the six true immortals of the Yama Hall reacted instantly, expressions of shock dawning on their faces. Could this be reinforcements from the Taihao Heavenly Sect?

"It shouldn’t be people from the Taihao Heavenly Sect," said the white-robed Immortal King, narrowing his eyes. He had seen Li Ruoshui before; neither of these two was her.

"You two Daoist friends, for what reason have you forced your way into my Yama Hall?" The white-robed Immortal King manifested in the void, fixing his gaze on Han Ziyu and Yu Ziyi as he questioned them.

"We’re looking for someone!"

Yu Ziyi couldn’t be bothered with wasting words. Her eyes locked onto the location of the Dragon Vein. She raised her hand, a divine ability erupting instantly. It blasted through the earth’s crust in an instant, and the entire Yama Hall began to collapse.

…

In the ruins, Yu Ziyi locked onto the figure of the Formless Demon Lord.

"Audacious!"

The true immortals of Yama Hall looked extremely grim; the white-robed Immortal King was furious but dared not voice it. Yu Ziyi, who had made a move, was not highly skilled, but Han Ziyu was a mighty expert at the late Immortal King stage.

"Do not attack!" shouted the white-robed Immortal King.

The sect being destroyed could be rebuilt, but if their lives were lost, there would be nothing left.

"Mu Daoting, you damned bastard, where do you think you can hide?" Yu Ziyi’s ten fingers were wreathed in magical power; the pure Yang Great Dao boomed, and countless sword light split and ignited Yama Hall.

The Formless Demon Lord felt a headache coming.

"How did these two little girls end up in the Shadow Realm?" The Formless Demon Lord was very annoyed; he was at the crucial moment of absorbing fortune, only one step away from success.

Yet Han Ziyu and Yu Ziyi had shown up to cause trouble.

"There’s someone at the dragon vein!" The white-robed Immortal King also sensed the anomaly and instantly locked onto the Formless Demon Lord.

At one glance, the white-robed Immortal King immediately lost all hostility. The Formless Demon Lord’s aura was as deep as an abyss; just one look froze the white-robed Immortal King’s primordial spirit, making him quickly avert his gaze, not daring to look again.

Without a doubt, the fading fortune of the Shadow Realm was absolutely linked to this person.

"Brother Mu," Han Ziyu also saw the Formless Demon Lord, her voice choking and on the verge of tears. "After all these years, why have you been hiding from us two sisters?"

"Do you truly have no feelings for us at all?"

The Formless Demon Lord’s body trembled.

He could not bear to see women cry.

Especially Han Ziyu, who looked fragile, tears streaming as she spoke, pitiable to watch.

"I hid my identity and threw away my pride, yet I was still discovered." The Formless Demon Lord was extremely annoyed; he had once been promiscuous, accumulating too many romantic debts, and reluctantly "abandoned all shame" to briefly enjoy tens of thousands of years of peace.

But from the moment Yu Ziyi and Han Ziyu appeared, the Formless Demon Lord knew his peaceful days were over.

"Ziyu, please stop crying."

The Formless Demon Lord slowly rose into the air, his facial features becoming visible; his face had strong, masculine lines, heroic and imposing.

"You know, I can’t bear to see you cry," the Formless Demon Lord said softly; when Han Ziyu cried, his heart almost melted.

"Yiyi…" He then looked at Yu Ziyi, his gaze full of tenderness.

"I’ll kill you!" Yu Ziyi, however, refused his act. She grasped a fairy immortal sword, one side yin and one side yang; the yin and yang Great Dao exploded with force; the sword light resembled a dragon, ripping a massive hole through the Shadow Realm.

"Retreat quickly!" The white-robed Immortal King’s face twitched; the foundation of Yama Hall was definitely beyond saving today.

The crowd was utterly bewildered—were these top experts companions?

However, isn’t there supposed to be only one companion?

Boom!

Yu Ziyi’s yin and yang immortal sword slashed downward. The intertwined yin and yang Great Dao resembled giant scissors as it viciously snapped toward the lower half of the Formless Demon Lord.

The corners of the Formless Demon Lord’s mouth twitched violently.

Though Yu Ziyi had a straightforward and cheerful personality, she was also fierce and decisive. Her methods fell well within his expectations.

"Something’s odd."

Suddenly, a key question struck the Formless Demon Lord. Even though he had avoided her and her sister for tens of thousands of years, Yu Ziyi wouldn’t resort to such brutality the moment they met. Nor would Han Ziyu weep incessantly.

Could it be that they’d discovered his romantic exploits?

"Impossible… it shouldn’t be possible…"

The Formless Demon Lord shook his head imperceptibly.

He prided himself on his superb skills—how could things have gone so wrong?

Clang!

The Formless Demon Lord channeled his magic power. With a light pinch of his scissor-like fingers, he effortlessly shattered the yin and yang Great Dao and caught Yu Ziyi’s immortal sword between them.

"Yiyi," the Formless Demon Lord chuckled, "we haven’t met for over ten thousand years. How could you bear to strike such a ruthless blow at our reunion?"

"You damned scoundrel!"

At Yu Ziyi’s thought, a spiritual pearl shot from her sleeve. It pulsed like a world of chaos, unleashing the immense aura of the Great Dao of Chaos as it surged forth to suppress the Formless Demon Lord.

"The Chaos Pearl!"

The Formless Demon Lord’s expression shifted. This Chaos Pearl was the very gift he had once given Yu Ziyi. He never imagined she would now wield it against him.

Instantly, he understood: the situation was grave.

This time, mere coaxing likely wouldn’t suffice.

"Subjugation first, explanations later," he sighed.

His true demonic domain manifested. An aura signifying the terrifying end of the Great Dao surged into the world, instantly subduing Yu Ziyi’s Chaos Pearl and pulling it into his grasp.

Yu Ziyi found herself utterly immobilized.

"Little girl," the Formless Demon Lord’s brow furrowed as he adopted a severe tone, "if I don’t show you some true strength, you’ll never learn who the mightiest one truly is."

Witnessing the Formless Demon Lord unleash his true abilities, Yu Ziyi fell silent. A single tear escaped her right eye and traced a path down her cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

A chill gripped the Formless Demon Lord’s heart.

He had never seen Yu Ziyi shed a tear before.

In that instant, the Formless Demon Lord grasped the sheer severity of the situation.

"Brother Mu," Han Ziyu’s eyes were swollen and red, her gaze vacant and lifeless, "we know. We know about all your romantic affairs. We came today… to bid you our final farewell."