Rumble!!
A nine-colored giant hand seemed to grasp the heavens and the earth, enveloping the entire Three Saints Palace.
Shi Rui was in the void, witnessing this with his own eyes, unable to help but feel dazzled and lost.
As a ’mortal,’ he wasn’t particularly shocked by Zhang Jian’s slaying of two great Demon Generals and capturing many Demon Gods.
But the scene before him left him awed as if a celestial being.
Moving mountains and overturning seas, carrying mountains and chasing the moon, seemed all within his palm.
In an instant, the ground beneath Three Saints Palace cracked open to a depth of several thousand feet.
A black, swirling giant hole appeared.
And a palace-like island was instantly swept up and vanished by the nine-colored divine light.
"Good disciple, let’s go trouble that Demon Monarch!"
Zhang Jian was in high spirits at this moment, taking Shi Rui with him, soaring into the sky with the nine-colored divine light.
On the ground, a gigantic black pit several thousand feet deep appeared in the original place.
It was as if an endless abyss appeared out of thin air on Moyun Ridge.
Once the nine-colored divine light had flown far away, only then did demon soldiers, generals, or other Demon Gods timidly return.
Most of these Demon Gods thought the commotion had subsided, preparing to scavenge whatever remained.
But the giant hole before their eyes left them horrified and speechless.
At this moment, by the giant hole, a green-clothed banshee appeared, seeing the scene, her eyes rippled, and she sighed inwardly.
The opponent was really thorough in his plundering!
Not giving anyone else a chance to even sip the soup!
Hogging it all!
"I just wonder which powerhouse of this realm made a move; my master never mentioned such a being in the Zhou Mountain Realm?"
The green-clothed banshee was astounded.
Simultaneously, a hint of worry appeared in her eyes, seeing the terrifying immortal god’s posture, fearing he would trouble the Demon Monarch next!
Meanwhile, in another direction, a handsome youth with a sword at his waist was also watching this scene from afar. His features were supremely handsome yet not delicate; instead, a robust masculinity shone forth.
He had shed his previous carefree demeanor, his eyes now solemn.
He gazed from afar at the huge hole in the center of what was once the Three Saints Palace, his heart heavy.
This Demon God had appeared in the Three Saints Hall before, even pretending to be the High Priest of the Demon Race.
He was planning how to infiltrate the Three Saints Palace; little did he expect it to be toppled and taken entirely in an instant.
"What a pity, I originally wanted to sneak inside to verify whether the opportunity my master mentioned was taken by the Demon Gods of the Three Saints Palace. Now, verifying is unnecessary!"
Despite the regret, he felt mostly relieved. If he had snuck in with his demon body, given this god’s ’prejudice’ against the Demon Race, he might have been indiscriminately killed.
"I wonder what kind of existence this god is, to be so powerful. The divine techniques he displayed seem to bear traces of the Innate Divine Dao; could he be an Innate God?"
He pondered inwardly, feeling a bit emotional.
"What a pity for that inheritance within the Three Saints Palace, all benefited him alone!"
He thought for a moment, deciding to leave this place of trouble.
His sect sent him into the Zhou Mountain Realm for another extremely important purpose.
However, it was unrelated to the demon race within Moyun Ridge; he entered this place merely to seek the opportunity his sect elders spoke of.
Now that the opportunity couldn’t be found, he could only go elsewhere to see if other opportunities still existed!
...
Moyun Ridge, within the rear mountain.
This place, with its high mountains and dense forests, had long been designated a forbidden area by the Three Saints Palace, no external demons allowed to intrude.
"Master, just past the birch forest ahead, there are many stone monuments, with an ancient well at the center. I personally saw the Vine Dragon and Jiu Ying Demon General pour all sorts of colorful treasures onto the ground there!"
Zhang Jian’s innate divine sense was extraordinary, already covering a large rear mountain area, sensing a formidable invisible pressure present.
It was as if a power naturally positioned atop the pyramid of countless living beings.
Wild, primitive, domineering!
Standing before the birch forest, Shi Rui dared not continue.
He showed some unease, and after pondering, Zhang Jian spoke.
"You should leave here first, wait for me at the foot of Moyun Mountain. I’ll deal with the Demon Monarch and those Demon Gods and Demon Sorcerers, then find you!"
Shi Rui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.
Before leaving, he paused and said.
"Please be careful, Master. I saw many terrifying creatures within Three Saints City, plotting to take Three Saints City. Judging by what they said, those creatures might not be weaker than the two Demon Generals!"
"Don’t worry, to your master, they are nothing but weaklings!"
Zhang Jian smiled faintly.
In the previous battle, he used only about thirty percent of his strength.
After achieving great success in the Innate Daoist Embryo Immortal Body, his power was far beyond this.
Zhang Jian moved across the birch forest ahead.
In an instant, he saw a forest of tablets covered with birch leaves.
This area’s surroundings were filled with ancient stone tablets.
The tablets held peculiar patterns, with demon text manifesting on them.
The demon text contained no forbidden techniques.
It was a memorial tablet, for singing praises of achievements.
Zhang Jian glanced over; the stone tablet recorded the lives of Demon Race emperors.
Since the founding of the Three Holy Countries, several monstrous emperors emerged, filled with ferocity, shaking heaven and earth.
Some nearly overturned the position of humanity in ancient times, sought to conquer, turning the Zhou Mountain Realm into a Demon Realm.
"Qingqiu Demon Emperor, Void Demon Emperor, Purple-eyed Demon Emperor, Stone Emperor, Flame Emperor..."
Zhang Jian’s gaze swept across one tablet after the other.
Demon Race powerhouses able to unify the Divine Land or nearly unify the Zhou Mountain Realm could be called emperors.
Others could only be called Demon Monarchs.
More Demon Monarchs than Demon Emperors were born from the Three Holy Countries, but most perished or went to the Outer World.
The slumbering Demon Monarch here was Zhu Yan Demon Monarch, rumored to be the scion of a Demon Emperor, with exceptional talent and an incredibly robust physique!
This Zhu Yan Demon Monarch had been grievously injured by an immortal in the Middle Ages, recuperating here for hundreds of thousands of years.
According to the Tongshan Dao Lineage’s Second Generation Ancestors, the Demon Monarch possibly wasn’t only recuperating.
If merely recuperating, he should have long since awakened.
Perhaps using the opportunity, he was cultivating a special Demon Emperor Secret Technique to prepare for a realm breakthrough!
Zhang Jian’s gaze fell upon the ancient well.
His vast innate divine sense perceived the unfathomed depths of the ancient well, brimming with vibrant vitality!
That thread of vitality was exceedingly vigorous.
Zhang Jian couldn’t help but think of a supreme treasure of the Demon Race.
The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.
Zhang Jian, upon realizing, understood that the Demon Monarch was indeed using the power of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to cultivate a secret technique.
Zhang Jian was about to approach when, suddenly, a metallic hoarse voice emerged from the forest of tablets.
"Never thought that after so long, an Innate God would come to my emperor’s territory!"
Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Jian’s expression shifted.
"Zhu Yan Demon Monarch?"
Simultaneously, Zhang Jian sensed powerful primitive energy leaking from deep within the ancient well, along with traces of innate divine charm flowing out.
In that instant, Zhang Jian deduced the purpose behind this Demon Monarch’s countless years of slumber.
A faint, elusive smile appeared on his eyes and face.
"Oh, the Demon Monarch has hidden here for countless years, clearly intending to reverse the innate, gain an innate physique. Unfortunately, your innate creation is insufficient, postnatal opportunity lacking, likely unable to succeed!"
A hint of murderousness crossed Zhang Jian’s eye.
He wasn’t merely an Innate God; he was also a human race overlord.
Facing such Demon Race powerhouses, he held inherent hostility.
It’s not only the rules these Demon Monarchs established but also their aggressiveness.
Every Demon Monarch had rivers of human blood on their hands.
As someone aspiring to become a Human Race Saint King, Zhang Jian would never tolerate these Demon Race powerhouses flaunting about!
Realizing Zhang Jian’s murderous intent, the voice shouted sternly.
"Hold on, O mighty god, we are both innate..."
Without hesitation, Zhang Jian made his move.
Taking the initiative, he wielded the Sheji Emperor’s authority, manifesting a grand Divine Dao Golden Mountain with his five fingers, fiercely striking toward the ancient well.
The power contained within this Divine Dao Golden Mountain seemed to encompass the immense force of heaven and earth, enough to shatter the cosmos.
Seize the opportunity while they’re weak, take their life!