Chapter 259: Spirit Calamity Demon Lord

The opening of the Tiandang Mountain Secret Realm had drawn the attention of many.

Leading the team from the Heavenly Firmament Holy Land was none other than Wang Feng, someone quite familiar to Chen Fei.

As a disciple of the Inspection Hall, Wang Feng’s status was already notable—but there was another side to his identity that few knew: he had a powerful grandfather backing him.

To withstand the pressure of investigating the major clans within the Holy Land, being an Inspection Hall disciple alone wasn’t enough. But Wang Feng had support hidden deep behind the scenes.

“Senior Brother Wang, based on our reports, the Tiandang Secret Realm is about to open. But it seems these heretics have long since prepared—we should remain vigilant!”

“That’s right, Senior Brother Wang—do you have any strategy in mind?”

Without a leader, even a strong force becomes scattered. Now, everyone naturally placed their hopes on Wang Feng. After all, he was a core disciple of the Heavenly Firmament Holy Land—an identity that demanded respect.

Wang Feng had long prepared for this moment. Hearing their concerns, he smiled confidently.

“I’ve received word that the heretics have been secretly organizing. If we rush in carelessly, we’ll likely be ambushed!”

His words caused many to grow grim. Fighting evil cultivators was never easy. If caught off guard, escape would be nearly impossible.

“That’s why we must quickly form teams once we’re inside!” Wang Feng raised his hand, and disciples from the Heavenly Firmament Holy Land stepped forward.

“These are detection talismans developed by our sect. Simply infuse your spiritual energy into them, and they’ll detect anyone within a hundred-mile radius carrying similar auras.”

He demonstrated briefly. Though the function was simple, in the current situation, it was a priceless asset.

“But what if these fall into heretic hands? Wouldn’t that endanger us?” someone asked as they examined the talisman.

Wang Feng chuckled, “We’ve already accounted for that. If one of our brothers unfortunately falls, and the talisman is infused with evil energy, it will detonate instantly.”

As he spoke, one disciple took out a blood orb and infused it into a talisman.

The talisman turned from milky white to blood red, then immediately exploded with a violent blast.

The disciple testing it had already braced himself, suppressing the blast with a palm strike of spiritual force.

Seeing this, everyone let out relieved chuckles.

“With the Heavenly Firmament Holy Land supporting us, we can rest easier!”

“Indeed! Such rare and useful tools—you truly opened our eyes!”

Facing their praise, Wang Feng simply smiled and cupped his hands. “Though the heretics are well-prepared, we are no pushovers! Let us stand together and eradicate evil!”

“Together, we purge the heretics!” everyone responded with solemn voices.

Meanwhile, within Linnan City, Fairy Peach Blossom stepped onto the sacrificial platform. The blood orb in front of her had nearly reached perfection—just one last step remained before its transformation.

“It’s time,” she murmured, raising a single finger.

The sacrificial platform erupted in a blinding flash, and above Linnan City, a monstrous beastly head emerged from the clouds.

Its body remained hidden within the mist, but its massive head let out a deafening roar. A sweeping blood-red aura surged out from the city below.

“Blood sacrifice!” From afar, Wang Feng’s expression changed dramatically.

These heretics were conducting a blood ritual in broad daylight, right under their noses! It was no different than slapping the righteous sects in the face.

Wang Feng’s face darkened, but he knew—with his current strength, saving the people of Linnan City was beyond his power. All he could do now was wait and see how the elders would respond.

“Impudent heretics! How dare you hold a blood ritual so openly? Do you think this old man does not exist?!”

With a loud voice, a white-haired elder suddenly appeared above Linnan City, standing face-to-face with the monstrous beast’s head.

In size, the elder looked like a mere speck compared to the beast.

Yet the aura emanating from him was vast and mighty, and soon, a towering manifestation of his true form took shape behind him.

“It’s Elder Gu Ming!” Wang Feng’s eyes lit up.

The blood ritual had shaken everyone’s confidence, but with Elder Gu Ming’s arrival, morale surged.

At his peak, Gu Ming raised his hand toward the beast’s massive head. His eyes flashed coldly. “Scatter!”

With a powerful shout, his manifested avatar mirrored his motion and struck toward the beast.

Yet the beast’s head, like a lifeless puppet, ignored him and continued greedily absorbing blood essence from the air.

Within the formation, Peach Blossom Fairy watched with a mocking smile.

“Trying to break the Blood Sacrifice Array? So naive.”

She didn’t even bother looking up. Her gaze remained fixed on the nearly formed blood orb, her tongue flicking across her lips in excitement. The orb was almost complete!

Gu Ming’s face darkened as he realized the ritual completely ignored him.

“Break it!” he roared.

The finger of his avatar struck the beast’s head with immense force.

But just before his power could erupt, a slender, pale white finger appeared from nowhere—stopping the avatar’s attack with ease.

“Elder Gu, it’s been a while,” came a gentle male voice.

A man in snow-white robes, with flowing long hair and soft eyes, appeared across from Gu Ming, seated casually in midair.

Gu Ming’s pupils contracted sharply.

“Spirit Calamity Demon Lord—Jiang Bizhou?! What are you doing here?!”

Jiang Bizhou’s eyes softened as he replied, “Ah… all these years, and you still remember me so clearly. I’m truly honored.”

With a light flick of his finger, his qi surged—and Gu Ming’s avatar shattered, sending the elder flying backward.

Jiang Bizhou followed him like a shadow, sitting cross-legged in midair. With a wave of his hand, a long table materialized before him.

“Today, I’ve come at someone’s request. Elder Gu, since we’re old acquaintances, let’s not fight. Why don’t we enjoy the view of Tiandang Mountain, sip some tea, and play a game of chess?”

From any angle, Jiang Bizhou acted like a long-lost friend excited to reunite.

But Gu Ming had no ability to resist. His body was pulled forward, landing opposite Jiang Bizhou at the table.

Wang Feng and the others saw everything.

The moment they heard the name Jiang Bizhou, gasps echoed throughout the crowd.

Why was this monster here?!