Chapter 427

Chapter 427: The Devil’s Cave Opens

The Sword God’s ice-like expression instantly softened. He smiled and said, "Certainly!"

He then withdrew his Flying Sword and presented Mo Qianxun with a two-foot chunk of Star Gold.

The surrounding crowd gasped in shock.

A human-head-sized piece of Star Gold typically equaled the value of one Eighth-rank Treasure. Yet the Sword God had gifted over three times that amount!

Though this sword remained Eighth-rank in grade, its potential and power had diminished due to Demonic Energy corruption, making it less valuable than even a decent seventh-rank top-grade treasure.

Was the Sword God foolish to exchange such treasure for trash?

Of course not. As the world’s foremost expert, he couldn’t appear stingy and refused to owe debts. This was precisely why Mo Qianxun had planned everything.

Mo Qianxun knew East Kunlun possessed abundant Star Gold and that the proud Sword God detested owing favors. By offering this corrupted sword, he’d forced the Sword God to reciprocate generously despite knowing it was a poor trade – all to save face.

Thus, Mo Qianxun profited materially, gained political favor from East Kunlun, and thwarted the Ghost Realm Patriarch’s scheme simultaneously. This triple-layered strategy exemplified true wisdom.

Yet Mo Qianxun pressed further. Turning coldly to the Ghost Realm Patriarch, he declared, "This blade proves how many comrades you’ve slain. I’ll repay this debt someday!"

The Sword God’s face darkened. An East Kunlun Elder’s death demanded retribution from their own Sect Leader, not outsiders. He immediately interjected, "Ghost Realm Patriarch, keep your whelps hidden. I’ll slaughter any who dare emerge!"

The Ghost Realm Patriarch snorted but held his tongue. Facing two Semi-Immortals alone was suicidal. He recognized Mo Qianxun’s words as mere provocation, but the Sword God’s threat was genuine. East Kunlun’s leader would surely hunt Ghost Realm Sect’s Higher-ups relentlessly.

Though realizing Mo Qianxun’s trap, the Patriarch could only glare resentfully while plotting future retaliation.

Meanwhile, Fang Lie’s group remained unaffected by these power struggles within the Small Thousand World.

After swiftly executing the Ghost Realm Sect disciple, Fang Lie felt invigorated, as if purified energy lightened his bones.

Mo Lanyun and Young Taoist Ming Yue approached with awed expressions.

"Senior Brother," Mo Lanyun marveled, "Even witnessing it again, I’m astonished. How did you capture the Man-Eating Demon Monk alive? That forehead divine skill could slay even Thunder Tribulation Immortals!"

"Do share the tale," Ming Yue urged.

Fang Lie chuckled. "Why not? Let’s walk while I tell you."

As they traveled, Fang Lie recounted his subjugation of the demon monk through sound transmission – maintaining mystery while sharing essentials.

Both listeners grew respectful. Neither would dare provoke Master Tianlong, the Semi-Immortal behind the monk known for his lethal Tianlong Chant from Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Only Fang Lie’s undying nature and boldness allowed such daring. Even Ming Yue admired this fearless attitude toward the formidable monk’s wrath.

When Fang Lie finished speaking, the group reached their destination.

A massive hole spanning over a hundred miles gaped in the sky, its purpose unclear. This was the Little Demon Chamber, still dormant. Soon it would activate, becoming a Space Channel to the Demonic Realm.

Endless demonic hordes would then invade, bringing devastation!

As arranged, the cultivators formed a circular perimeter. Each stood one to two hundred miles from the Little Demon Chamber, spaced about a hundred miles apart.

Within this formation, any Cultivator could receive aid from neighbors. All wielded large treasure weapons with at least hundred-mile ranges.

Originally positioned elsewhere, Fang Lie now positioned himself to Ming Yue’s left. Mo Lanyun guarded Fang Lie’s left flank, creating the illusion of him being shielded by both.

The original formation had differed, but Fang Lie’s trio were the strongest present. Having effortlessly slain a Ghost Realm Sect disciple earlier, none dared challenge him. Others adjusted positions accordingly.

The wait proved brief. Calculated precisely by various sects, the Little Demon Chamber began transforming within hours.

Spatial ripples intensified first, followed by invading tendrils of black Demonic Energy. When vibrations peaked, the Chamber erupted with thunderous force. A black smoke plume heralded the invasion.

The hundred-mile-wide Chamber resembled an immense hourglass, pouring endless specks into the world. Closer inspection revealed these as demons – seven-foot-tall humanoid figures with bat wings, horns, and obsidian scales.

Their vile auras ranged from Golden Pool realm cultivator strength to Wind Tribulation Immortal levels. Fang Lie noted patterns: taller demons with thicker, darker horns possessed greater power.

Seven-foot demons with inch-long horns matched Golden Pool cultivation. Nine-foot specimens with two-inch horns reached Purple Palace realm. Those exceeding one zhang with three-inch horns equaled Nascent Soul True Immortals. The massive two-zhang giants bearing half-zhang horns were undoubted Wind Tribulation Immortals.

Though "small", the Chamber’s hundred-mile span unleashed terrifying numbers – thousands poured through every moment. Fortunately, initial invaders capped at Wind Tribulation Immortal level with few elites, allowing human experts to counter confidently.

Combat commenced, tension easing as the horde’s overwhelming numbers contrasted with their weakness. Even Fang Lie slaughtered them effortlessly.

His Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship deployed a million magnetic puppets in Formation. Each puppet’s Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light pierced multiple demons before fading. The thirty-six Earth’s Magnetic Divine Light Towers swept the skies like tentacles, annihilating entire swathes.

Skill disparities emerged. Most defended adequately, while true experts fought leisurely.

Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s Wind Centipede Daoist summoned poisonous Gu insect clouds devouring demons instantly, leaving only inedible horns. Great Snow Mountain’s snow swordsman stood calmly amidst lethal snowflakes that froze demons into shattering ice sculptures.

East Kunlun’s Sword God Ao Tianzi proved most dazzling. Motionless upon his flying sword, he unleashed crescent Sword Energy blades cutting through a thousand demons per strike, their arcs reaching the Chamber itself before dissipating.