nyslfriends Chapter 1974: The Waiting in the Dark, Seven Years Later!
Chapter 1974: The Waiting in the Dark, Seven Years Later!
"Based on the average rate of consumption of the power of laws within the Thunder Abyss Forbidden Land..."
Even if Sha Minghong did his best to suppress the depletion of his energy, the power of the laws within his body should have been completely exhausted three years ago.
"If one insists on staying in the forbidden area, the only way to barely survive is to damage one's own origin and the foundation of one's own laws."
"Even if we sacrifice our very essence at any cost, we can only sustain this for a little over four years at most."
It's absolutely impossible for them to have stayed until now.
"Therefore, it can be concluded that the other party has successfully left this realm."
There is no intention to break the great oath sworn against one's inner demons and return.
At this point in time,
The huge weight that had been pressing on Cheng Buzheng's heart for seven years finally lifted, and his long-held vigilance was completely relieved.
The faint gloom that lingered between his brows slowly dissipated, and the tension around him relaxed.
For more than seven years, he has remained stationed outside the Thunder Abyss Forbidden Area, never venturing far, always on guard...
I fear that Minghong will turn back.
Even though this waiting took up a lot of his cultivation time and delayed his progress in seclusion...
In his view, being able to completely avoid potential risks makes all the sacrifices extremely worthwhile.
Immediately,
Cheng Buzheng glanced sideways, taking a deep look towards the perilous and unpredictable Thunder Abyss Forbidden Land. His dark eyes were calm, devoid of joy or sorrow.
"The preparations for the Monks' Association are almost complete."
He murmured softly, his tone resolute.
"Once everything here is settled, I can then go into seclusion in peace."
As soon as he finished speaking,
With a swift movement, he slowly rose from his seated position, standing tall and proud under the clear blue sky.
A thought flickered in my mind...
The next moment, the flat void in front of him rippled like a tranquil lake.
The spatial folds continued to unfold, and a glimmer of gold slowly emerged.
Countless mysterious and ancient runes flowed and leaped in the golden light, exuding a distant and mysterious spatial aura.
Cheng Buzheng remained calm and without the slightest hesitation. With a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and plunged straight into the golden light.
The shimmering light faded, the golden glow dissipated, and the ripples subsided.
The void where figures had been standing just moments before was instantly restored to its original empty state.
The sky was clear and bright for miles, a gentle breeze stirred, and wispy clouds drifted lazily by.
It was as if all traces of what had just happened had never appeared.
……
At the edge of the True Dragon Sea, the vast ocean stretches out, its turbid blue waters churning ceaselessly!
A thin layer of salty mist hangs over the sea year-round, and the sea breeze carries a fierce, primal aura as it sweeps across the dark waters.
An isolated island floats on the blue waves, the entire island firmly enveloped by a layer of ever-changing, multicolored light curtain.
The light curtain shimmered with the glow of the sunset.
Five colors of spiritual light—red, orange, yellow, green, and purple—intertwined and condensed into a thick and solid array barrier.
The light shimmered with a gentle yet sharp glow, isolating it from the surging tides and wandering sea creatures of the outside world.
Looking closely...
The interior of that multicolored light screen was not empty.
Countless intricate spiritual patterns crisscrossed,
Like a woven net connecting heaven and earth, the phantom images of various lifelike demonic beasts are imprinted on the spiritual patterns, slowly moving and rising and falling along the veins of the light screen.
There is a roc with wingspan of ten thousand feet and feathers of pure gold. Its wings spread wide, tearing through the void, and its sharp beak seems to pierce through the clouds.
There is a black tortoise with ancient and mysterious patterns on its shell. Its four legs support the ground, and its shell is as hard as an ancient rock, exuding an unshakable and heavy pressure.
There were also dragons with flying scales and claws, and flowing whiskers, their bodies twisting and turning, weaving and wandering in the light curtain and spiritual stream, their dragon eyes cold and fierce, exuding the ferocity of mountains and seas.
……
In addition, there are countless ferocious beasts of the mountains and forests, strange creatures of the deep sea, and ancient savage beasts.
The myriad phantom images of demonic beasts each possessed a unique expression.
Some roar to the sky, some lie dormant, and some gallop at top speed, their forms etched layer upon layer within the array.
Under the illumination of the light...
The shadows of beasts rose and fell, as if all the ancient demons had gathered here, eternally imprinted in this colorful array, exuding an ancient and desolate wild aura.
Passing through layers of vibrating array light curtains, the scene inside the island suddenly opened up.
Along the open areas of the coastline, squads of demon cultivators patrolled in strict order.
They were clad in standard battle armor, with simple defensive runes engraved on the surface, gleaming coldly and fitting snugly.
The group of demon cultivators stood tall and straight, their vertical pupils cold and sharp, their bodies exuding a faint aura of killing intent. They maintained a vigilant posture without the slightest relaxation.
Passing through the heavily guarded patrol teams that rotate shifts, the bustling scene in the heart of the island comes into view.
Tens of thousands of demon cultivators are scattered in various places...
Some sit cross-legged, breathing in spiritual energy; others hone their weapons and refine their techniques; still others gather in small groups, chatting quietly.
Although this place is noisy and bustling, it lacks any sense of peace and tranquility.
A strong, violent, and unruly aura of savagery permeated the air, making it difficult to breathe.
The vast majority of demon cultivators look different from humans;
Some have animal ears and tails.
Some have skin covered with hard scales,
Some have protruding, ferocious bony horns on their foreheads, exposed fangs, and a fierce appearance, with clearly visible abnormalities in their bloodline.
Without a doubt, these tens of thousands of cultivators were all demon cultivators.
This isolated island on the edge of the True Dragon Sea is one of the core military strongholds of the demon race, guarding the border and resisting the human race.
Right in the center of the island...
An ancient palace, entirely constructed of dark, black rock, rose from the ground.
The temple is carved with intricate and ancient demon totems. Despite the erosion of countless years, the stone surface is covered with mottled marks, yet it still exudes a calm and imposing aura.
This is the highest command center of this demon race defense line, controlling all demon race forces within the surrounding thousand-mile sea area.
now,
The palace doors were tightly shut, the heavy black stone doors isolating the outside world from the noise; the interior was utterly silent.
It was as if even the air itself had frozen.
A subtle and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire venue, keeping everyone on edge.
The pillars in the hall were entwined with dark gold demonic patterns, and dim luminous pearls hung from the ceiling, casting a cold white light that illuminated the solemn and dignified profiles of the demon lords.
"Fellow Daoists, I have summoned you here not so that you would remain silent."
On the high platform, on a wide, pitch-black throne made of animal bones, sat an old man.
He had the body of a shark and the head of a shark, with dark skin covered in fine deep-sea fish scales. His vertical pupils were dull and lifeless, faintly revealing a chilling glint.
He was none other than a semi-elder of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan.
His aura was obscure and restrained, seemingly ordinary, yet he exuded the pressure of a superior, making people dare not look him in the eye.
The old man's deep, hoarse voice slowly echoed in the empty hall, each word heavy with emotion:
Seven years ago, the human race suddenly ceased hostilities and withdrew its troops without cause, but never completely withdrew.
Not only that, but as time went by, reinforcements from the Human Cultivators' Association continued to arrive at the front lines, and troops and supplies were steadily accumulating.
Having said that,
The half-saint of the Tiger Shark Clan lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelids crinkling with wrinkles, and he sighed softly, his tone filled with undisguised worry:
"Clearly, once the human race has completed its preparations and accumulated sufficient strength..."
What awaits us is a devastating and devastating blow.
This position before us is certainly difficult to hold.
He raised his shark head, his cold, vertical pupils sweeping over the group of demon lords seated below, his tone growing increasingly solemn:
"Even if we fight to the death to hold this position, as long as there is a flaw or a breach in the entire defensive line, the human army can drive straight in and invade the heart of the True Dragon Sea."
At that time, the last remaining pure land of our demon race will be completely destroyed, leaving us with nowhere to go.
"So what should we do next?"
Please feel free to speak your mind.
As soon as he finished speaking,
His gaze shifted to a figure hidden in the shadows on the left side of the hall, and he calmly issued the command:
"Fellow Daoist Hidden Leopard, you are in charge of the intelligence department of the position and are proficient in investigation and tracking."
"Then you can tell me about the intelligence you've gathered about the human race recently."
With this remark,
The atmosphere inside the main hall grew increasingly tense.
Demon lords from various races, including sea creatures, beastmen, and scaled creatures, all turned their heads to look.
Dozens of gazes, some cold, some curious, and some solemn, all fell upon the Hidden Leopard Demon Lord.
The leopard-headed demon lord, clad in a wide black robe and with a slender figure, slowly rose to his feet. The hem of his robe trailed to the ground, concealing his sharp leopard claws.
His face retained distinct leopard features, his fur was dark with visible spots, his long, narrow, cold golden pupils were sharp, and a faint, hidden aura of menace surrounded him.
He bowed slightly, raised his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Fellow Daoists, I have already explained this to you in the previous meeting."
According to our intelligence, the main human army, three thousand miles away, is holding its ground and shows no signs of launching a proactive attack on its main positions.
The Hidden Leopard Demon Lord's voice was dry and deep, his tone serious.
"As for the human race's high-ranking officials, we still haven't made contact."
In their efforts to uncover secrets and build connections, intelligence agencies have recently suffered heavy losses.
Many well-connected and infiltrated cultivators within human sects have been exposed and killed, resulting in incalculable losses.
Hearing this,
The Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan Half-Supreme, seated on the throne, frowned slightly, deep lines appearing on his scale-covered forehead, his expression growing increasingly cold and stern.
“Fellow Daoist Yinbao, there is no need to elaborate on this matter.”
I will allocate an additional batch of treasures, elixirs, and resources for breaking through bottlenecks to help you expand your intelligence network.
You must continue to win over human cultivators, and do everything you can to get in touch with the higher-ups of the human race to find out the true strategic intentions of the Cultivator Association.
"Thank you so much for your strong support, senior!"
The Hidden Leopard Demon Lord nodded slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his golden leopard eyes, his tone resolute.
"As long as the resources are in place, my intelligence department will make contact with the human race's high command in the shortest possible time."
"I do not believe that those human True Monarchs who have been stuck at their bottlenecks for years can remain completely unmoved by the rare treasures that allow them to break through their limitations and the hope of further advancement in their cultivation."
suddenly,
He paused abruptly, as if suddenly remembering something important, and his expression became abruptly serious:
"That's right!"
I recently received a top-secret intelligence report.
In recent years, the vast majority of the reinforcements dispatched by the Human Cultivator Association have not been combat cultivators primarily focused on fighting and killing.
Instead, they are mostly specialized cultivators skilled in various immortal arts, such as weapon refiners and formation masters.
Is this true?
On the right, a bear-clan demon lord clad in crimson flame armor and with a rugged face suddenly looked up, his voice deep and rough, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
He was tall and muscular, exuding a powerful physical aura.
It is clearly difficult to understand this unusual deployment by the human race.
The Hidden Leopard Demon Lord nodded slowly, his expression indifferent, his tone resolute and unwavering:
"This intelligence was obtained from within the human race at great cost by the intelligence department."
To ensure accuracy, we have conducted repeated cross-verification and multi-party verification, and the information is absolutely true and reliable.
Senior and fellow Daoists, you can rest assured.
A murmur of quiet discussion instantly filled the hall, and a heavy atmosphere spread among the crowd.
"So, the reason why the human army has been hesitant to launch an attack for seven years is most likely because they are building a solid defense line on the border, intending to maintain a long-term stalemate with our demon race and deplete our resources?"
A fox demon lord lightly tapped the chair with his slender fingertips, making a soft guess.
"That's possible."
The Hidden Leopard Demon Lord responded calmly, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"But the human race is unpredictable; such unusual behavior may not simply be a matter of holding out."
Perhaps they are deliberately misleading us, plotting something else entirely.
"That's right! Humans are the most cunning and treacherous!"
The wolf demon lord beside him snorted coldly, his fangs slightly bared, his tone filled with obvious fear and hatred.
"Especially those Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the human race, they are deep and meticulous, calculating every step they take. To underestimate them is to think three steps ahead for every one step they take."
Seven years of lying low must have concealed a deadly intent.
Inside the main hall, discussions rose and fell, various speculations emerged, and a sense of anxiety quietly spread.
At this time,
The half-reign of the Tiger Shark Clan on the high platform slowly raised his hand, and a faint pressure spread out, instantly suppressing all the noise.
His gaze was deep as he swept over the crowd below, his tone serious:
"This intelligence is of utmost importance and should not be taken lightly."
I will urgently transmit this intelligence back to the clan shortly, instructing the remaining defenses to verify whether the same deployment has occurred on other lines.
He paused, a hint of worry flashing in his cold, vertical pupils:
"If all the defenses are like this, then the purpose of humanity's seven years of inaction becomes crystal clear—"
Their plan is to proceed step by step, building a blockade to completely trap my demon race within the True Dragon Sea.
Under the dim light of the pearl, the faces of the demon lords in the hall grew increasingly somber, and no one spoke a word more.
Every demon cultivator knew that once completely sealed off, the demon race would become like caged birds.
They will also completely lose control of the inland sea.
Time slips away quietly...
An hour passes in the blink of an eye.
The demon lords rose one after another, bowed respectfully, and filed out of the Black Stone Palace.
The heavy palace doors slowly closed, shutting out the outside light.
Inside the empty hall, only the Tiger Shark Clan Half-Saint remained, sitting alone on the high platform.
In the dim and quiet hall, only the cold white light of the luminous pearl shone down.
The Tiger Shark Clan Half-Saint leaned forward slightly, and a hint of undisguised sorrow and bewilderment quietly surfaced in his originally calm and indifferent vertical pupils.
The vast hall was silent, with only his low, weak voice echoing within him.
Seven years ago, the tribal chief disappeared without a trace.
To this day, there is still no news.
If that mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator from the Human Cultivator Association were to personally descend upon the front lines...
Without a top-tier expert to protect us, how can our demon race possibly resist?
As thoughts flowed,
A crucial point of doubt suddenly flashed through his mind, and his gaze sharpened abruptly:
'wrong!
The clan chief lost contact exactly seven years ago.
The human army, however, abruptly ceased hostilities and consolidated its forces seven years ago, choosing to hold its ground.
'...' (End of this chapter)