Chapter Forty-Nine: The Six Realms of the Clouded Wastes Are Doomed

Because there were so many demon cultivators, their chatter filled the air, making the surroundings unbearably noisy, like a sprawling marketplace where the din hurt the ears. No one bothered to maintain order, allowing the commotion to run rampant.

Ning Xianyu felt as though she’d stepped into the heart of enemy territory, terrified enough to clutch at Xuanyuan Tunhan’s arm.

“Ancestor, what should we do?”

With so many demon cultivators, how could they possibly win or even escape? Wasn’t this inviting death?

Even Yi Tianling hadn’t expected the ritual to be like this, scanning the crowd in disbelief. No wonder Akali and the system had advised him to flee; faced with such a scene, anyone would find themselves powerless.

Only Xuanyuan Tunhan, who had long anticipated this chaos, stood calmly amidst the throng, ignoring the scrutinizing glances from above.

Gu Dou glanced at those around him, convinced that none of them were the person he’d met the previous night. If that was the case, then they must be outsiders, not the Demon Lord himself. It seemed that even some ancient figures couldn’t resist joining the ritual this time.

This promised to be entertaining.

Gu Dou folded his arms and sneered at the figure at the very center. “Your Majesty the Demon King, where’s Saint Akali? Why hasn’t she appeared yet?”

The Demon King Zhuti didn’t even look at him, replying coldly, “Such an important ritual naturally requires the Saint to prepare thoroughly. Are you so anxious because you’ve advanced too quickly and the demonic energy is about to consume you?”

Gu Dou laughed heartily. “Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, but I am quite well. However, our Saint is already eighty and still hasn’t borne a child. Aren’t you worried?”

Zhuti answered icily, “That’s none of your concern.”

Gu Dou merely smiled and said no more.

The other Demon Lords listened in silence, uninterested in their exchange. After a while, someone suddenly remarked, “The Purple Wheel King has advanced rapidly this time. Your demonic energy isn’t heavy, so why are you here?”

The Demon Lords all turned to look at the Purple Wheel King. They’d noticed his advancement, yet the demonic energy around him was unusually light, arousing their curiosity.

At their level, advancement was difficult; to advance without being invaded by demonic energy was nearly impossible. If not for the fear of losing their reason and becoming monsters, they wouldn’t cultivate so cautiously.

Yet this one had crossed from mid to late Divine Transformation, spanning an entire stage, and his demonic energy hadn’t increased much. How had he managed it?

The Purple Wheel King cast them a glance. “Why, must I be just like you, invaded by demonic energy?”

He had his own cultivation methods—why should he divulge them to these old relics?

The others were intensely curious, but it was obvious he wouldn’t tell. They began investigating quietly.

The Purple Wheel King gazed at the sky, worried. “Instead of obsessing over how I advanced, shouldn’t we be more concerned about that outer-world demon creature? Haven’t you noticed it’s grown larger again?”

The Demon Lords all looked up. It was clear—the massive egg had grown even bigger.

Could it be about to hatch?

Demon Lord Remnant Night said, “What’s there to worry about? In the past ten thousand years it’s grown larger before, but never hatched.”

“If it really hatches, well, we’ll all perish together. The Immortal Realm will fare no better. Haven’t you had enough of these tormenting days?”

In the Demon Realm, they suffered brutal spiritual power, periodically purging demonic energy. This wasn’t cultivation—it was suicide.

Why must the Demon Realm endure misery while the Immortal Realm remains at peace?

The Demon Lords spoke no further, but suddenly all looked up at once.

Duan Wuyou asked nervously, “Did you feel it?”

“Gu Dou, your senses are the sharpest—did you sense it?”

Gu Dou dropped his careless façade, his expression grave and cold sweat breaking out. “I felt it. It’s watching.”

“Watching what?”

That thing—how did it watch, what did it watch?

To such a powerful existence, they were likely nothing but ants.

Gu Dou’s senses were a thousand times keener than theirs, so the pressure he felt was immense. Even so, he couldn’t avoid it and strained to perceive more.

“It—it seems to be watching the Blood Source Stone. No, it seems to be watching the demon cultivators.”

Against such power, he couldn’t sense very clearly—only a general direction.

The Demon Lords grew anxious. “What’s there to see among demon cultivators? Surely it’s the Blood Source Stone.”

The Blood Source Stone appeared after the egg, but its purpose was discovered only many years later.

Could the Blood Source Stone be connected to the egg?

Below, Ning Xianyu scratched her neck.

She sensed someone watching her again, and this time the gaze lingered even longer.

She looked up in puzzlement, and saw the red egg.

[System, I think that egg is watching me.]

The system checked. [Why would it look at you? You’re just a random passerby—what’s there to see?]

Ning Xianyu wanted to throttle her. [It really is watching me. Last time, when you weren’t around, just as we arrived in the Demon Realm, it watched me too. What happened to the egg in the end?]

She’d always forgotten to ask the system about the book’s ending; now she hurried to inquire.

The system replied, [Last time I went back and reviewed the plot. Turns out the book ended badly—the author, heartbroken, decided to give up. In the finale, the egg falls down and destroys the entire Cloud Wilderness continent. The whole world is gone.]

What the hell?

Ning Xianyu was thoroughly disgusted. [What kind of author is that? So unprofessional! Are we really supposed to follow the plot?]

If so, she was doomed. Her next wish would definitely be to survive in another world—she’d never stay here again.

The system hurried to comfort her. [You can’t leave this world—I don’t have that ability. Besides, don’t be afraid. The plot here has already collapsed; you don’t have to follow it.]

Ning Xianyu pointed upward. [Then tell me—what should we do about the egg?]

If they couldn’t resolve it, wouldn’t they still die?

The system answered, [You’re a salted fish—why worry about it? Just eat well, drink well, and enjoy yourself while you’re alive.]

Now that it put it like that…

[You do have a point.]

Ning Xianyu felt that life was about living well, eating and drinking with joy. How long one lived didn’t matter; what mattered was happiness.

Xuanyuan Tunhan couldn’t help but slap her on the head, nearly wishing he could finish her off for good.

At first, hearing her worriedly discuss the egg, he’d thought she was inspired by the gravity of life and death to do something meaningful—but in the end, she didn’t even care about survival.

What kind of woman was this, so carefree and heartless?

But even he now sensed something unusual about the egg.

After tens of thousands of years of stillness, why did it suddenly begin to stir?

Could it really be because of this woman?