Chapter 14489 Go watch the excitement

Chapter 14489 Go watch the excitement
The Lord of the Silent Realm smiled, tossed the half-eaten apple core into the bamboo basket beside her, the core making a soft sound as it hit the basket's side. She stood up, patted her clothes, and said, "This time, let's not interfere. Let's go watch the show."

The gray-robed elder immediately waved his hand, and a dozen or so men in black instantly appeared outside the hall. Their robes fluttered without making a sound, and the aura of a high-level Star River Realm cultivator surrounding them made the air feel somewhat stagnant. Each of them had a short blade at their waist, the blade gleaming with a dark green tinged with poison.

"We must obey the Lord's orders and not act without authorization." The gray-robed elder's voice turned colder. "Our main mission in going to Fallen Dragon Valley this time is to investigate the situation and observe the tigers fight from the sidelines. The fiercer they fight, the more advantageous it will be for our Realm Lord's Mansion."

"Yes!"

The men in black responded in unison, their voices as uniform as if they were one person, but their eyes held a secret excitement as they watched the spectacle unfold. Only when the forces of the Silent Realm were locked in a fierce battle and both sides were severely weakened could they seize the opportunity to expand.

……

Inside the Star Gazing Pavilion of the Sword Sect, Yu Jianzi stood before a massive star map. The map lay on a black stone platform, countless points of light flowing between the runes, as if locking the entire starry sky within it. One silver light shone exceptionally brightly, slowly moving towards the direction of Meteor Dragon Valley; that was Ling Bi's destiny star.

“Those forces are probably determined to fight Ling Xiao to the death. Will Ling Bi… be alright?” The white-bearded old man next to him sighed, his fingertips brushing against the silver light on the star map, his eyes full of worry.

"They dare!"

Yu Jianzi's voice suddenly turned cold, and the light spots on the star map trembled violently. He raised his hand and pressed it on the edge of the star map, his fingertips tracing the runes engraved with the two characters "Ling Bi". His tone softened a bit: "Actually, you can't blame them. Who wouldn't want that Demon Lord Black Sky Sword? It's a divine artifact that can help you step into the Realm of Annihilation. Any power would be tempted by it."

“But in this world, there are things that can be done and things that cannot be done.” The white-bearded old man shook his head. “Ling Xiao clearly has a terrifying existence backing him. It’s not worth sacrificing an entire force for a sword.”

“That’s true, but they’re already blinded by greed.” Yu Jianzi gazed at the silver light on the star map, a resolute glint in his eyes. “In the end, it all depends on the Moon Maiden. If the Moon Maiden doesn’t appear, with the strength of those four little ones like Ling Xiao, they’re doomed. What we need to do is protect Ling Bi.”

"Who exactly is this Moon Maiden?" The white-bearded old man frowned. "Such a powerful being, yet we've never heard of her before. It's truly terrifying."

“If she appears, we will know.” Yu Jianzi turned around, the hem of his robe sweeping across the star map, bringing up a few points of light. “Let’s go, let’s go to Meteor Dragon Valley. Since we can’t stop Ling Bi, let’s do our best to protect her.”

As soon as they finished speaking, the two figures transformed into two streaks of light and disappeared into the Star Gazing Pavilion.

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Demon Heaven Sect, Demon Heaven Peak.

This mountain peak is hidden behind layers of black mist, surrounded by seven golden arrays. The array patterns are faintly visible in the mist, preventing even sunlight from penetrating. This is the most secret and sacred place of the Demon Heaven Sect, the cultivation site of the first Demon Heaven Sect Master. Even its exact location is unknown to the outside world.

At the summit of the mountain stands an ancient stone house. The door of the house is carved from a single piece of black stone, covered with twisted demonic patterns. A decaying wooden plaque hangs above the door, from which the three characters "Demon Lord's Palace" can still be faintly discerned.

Inside the stone house, a huge portrait hangs in the center.

The man in the portrait wears a black robe and has a grotesque demonic sword at his waist. Even after thousands of years, the portrait still exudes a terrifying aura, a kind of oppressive force that makes it hard to breathe, as if the man will step out of the portrait at any moment and sweep across the world with his sword.

It is said that the most formidable skill of this first sect leader was not his swordsmanship, but his unpredictable array formations. Unfortunately, no one knows the depth of his array formation mastery, after all, he had already dominated an era with just that demonic sword.

In the corner of the stone house, there were several yellowed ancient books. The ink on the pages had long since faded, but the words "Sealed Valley of the Fallen Dragon" and "Extraterrestrial Demons" could still be seen. Scattered beside the pages were several rusty array plates, the runes on them long since lost their luster.

At this moment, a figure in black robes was kneeling in front of the huge portrait in the main hall of the Demon Heaven Sect.

The man's complexion was so ruddy that it was hard to believe he had lived for hundreds of years. His black robe was embroidered with dark gold demonic patterns that rose and fell gently with his breath. He was Yun Mo, the previous sect leader of the Demon Heaven Sect, and the father of the current sect leader, Yun Potian. Although he was not as powerful as the founding patriarch of the sect, he was still a powerful figure who had dominated an era. Every inch of his bones beneath the black robe contained the power to crush even the Star River Realm.

Yunmo placed his hands on the blue bricks, his forehead almost touching the ground, and spoke in a very low voice, with a hint of piety and an undisguised ambition: "Grandmaster, whether we can reclaim your sword in today's battle at Fallen Dragon Valley, and whether we can make the Demon Heaven Sect once again the strongest in the Silent Extinction Realm, all depends on your blessing."

He paused, his fingertips gently tracing the worn wood grain along the edge of the portrait. "I'll borrow this treasure you left behind for a while, and I'll certainly return it to its rightful place for worship afterward."

As he finished speaking, he slowly rose and grasped the wooden scrolls on either side of the portrait with both hands. As the scroll was rolled up, it stirred up fine dust, and a faint light seemed to flash in the eyes of the Demon Lord in the painting, which subtly echoed the demonic patterns that appeared on his palms.

Once the scroll was completely packed away, he held it in his arms, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the pebbles on the ground. He walked steadily out of the palace gate, his back view revealing a resolute determination to gamble everything.

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Inside the Divine Light Clan's Martial Pavilion, Pavilion Master Yun Mubai stood bowing before an old man, his back ramrod straight, even his breathing extremely soft.

The old man was enveloped in a faint golden light, as if he had rubbed the morning sun onto his body. The sword box on his back was nearly half a person's height, its wooden surface engraved with intricate runes. Dozens of sword energies faintly emanated from the box's seams, yet they were locked by an invisible barrier, preventing even the slightest hum from escaping. Everyone knew that the box contained the sacred swords passed down through the Divine Light Clan for thousands of years, each one powerful enough to shake a region.

"Elder Chief, the deaths of Changkong and Susha were all caused by Lingxiao..." Yun Mubai's voice was filled with hatred, his knuckles were clenched so tightly that they turned white, and even the hair at his temples was trembling slightly.

"No need to say more." The old man raised his hand to interrupt him, his voice full of weariness, and the golden light dimmed a bit. "I already know about this matter. In the end, he couldn't escape the strife of this world. His carefree days are over."

He sighed softly, and the sword case on his back suddenly emitted a faint hum, as if in protest, but he raised his hand and pressed it against the lid, forcibly suppressing it. "You guys won't stop until you've worn this old body out."

"Elder Chief..." Yun Mubai wanted to say more, but the old man waved his hand to stop him.

"Alas, if he hadn't killed my son, I wouldn't have bothered with this." The old man's gaze drifted to the window, a hint of fear mixed in with the golden light. "This time, I fear I am in grave danger. If I die, you should take the rest of your clan and flee, leave the Realm of Annihilation, find a place where no one knows you and hide away, and never get involved in these conflicts again."