My Informative Cultivation Life

The dark light dissipated, revealing the face of the newcomer, who turned out to be a rather elegant middle-aged man.

He looked at Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, and laughed,

"Haha, Mu Yuan, your Green Light Finger technique has reached an almost divine mastery, even surpassing Emperor Shang's Palm of the Demon Ancestor."

Emperor Shang's expression turned sour upon hearing this, and he snorted coldly, "My Grand Army of the Heavenly Demons has come in full force today, with tens of thousands of Demon Lords and hundreds of thousands of Demon Generals, you have no chance of resistance. Surrender quietly, and I may spare your lives."

"Emperor Shang, spare me the useless chatter and fight!" Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, said indifferently.

"Heh!" Emperor Shang sneered coldly, "Mu Yuan, I let you escape once before, but today I will surely crush you here."

"Mu Yuan... today is the day you die!"

A cold gleam flashed in Emperor Shang's eyes as dark Qi swirled beneath his feet, and he suddenly charged at Mu Yuan, the Great Sage.

"Kill!" The elegant middle-aged man "Mo Ye" also tightened his smile and joined the fray with a boom.

"Palm of the Demon Ancestor!"

"Primordial Demon Seal!"

"Green Light Finger!"

Boom!

Energy ripples devoured all directions, with multicolored primal energy dazzling to the sight.

Three figures intertwined in the air, fighting until the heavens and earth turned upside down.

Mo Ye and Emperor Shang together fiercely battled Mu Yuan, the Great Sage; with all three being exceptionally mighty beings, two against one should have been an overwhelming battle. Yet, the Great Sage Mu Yuan was formidable. Despite being at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat.

"Haha, Mu Yuan, mighty though you are, we two are supreme. Let's see who can outlast the other," Mo Ye laughed loudly.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, spoke sternly, his face maintaining a calmness that comprised seven parts of composure, it was precisely this nonchalance that found him a sliver of survival amidst the dual assault.

"You, a peerless Profound Immortal, is it worth fighting for these low-level disciples behind you? As two against one, your death is already sealed! Why not turn back now, relinquish your soul, and let us implant restraints? We could be friends thereafter; when we go to the Demon Realm, I could request the Demon Ancestor to adopt you as a sworn child, and from then on, your prospects would be boundless and your fortune endless. How about it?" Emperor Shang suggested.

"Words are useless, die."

Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, exchanged blows with the two and retreated to one side of the vast sky, then immediately re-engaged in the tumultuous battle.

The three-way melee had reached an incandescent phase.

"Mu Yuan, let's see how long you can hold out!"

Emperor Shang's physique was formidable; he closed in with wide, swinging blows as dark Qi billowed from his palms. Each strike was like a knife slicing through the air, unleashing ferocious Gales that were unmatched in viciousness.

"Hehe, Mu Yuan, with your strength, you could have left. Why resist so stubbornly? If your foundational cultivation gets damaged, it really wouldn't be worth it."

Mo Ye burst into laughter, the black Primordial Demon Seal in his hand massively heavy. Each time it struck down, the space seemed to twist, pressuring Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, immensely, as if divine mountains were descending from the heavens.

"Hmph!"

Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, snorted coldly. Attacked by two great masters, sweat slowly began to form on his forehead.

However, his movements remained graceful. He didn't launch a strong attack but weaved through the gaps between the two.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of collisions was incessant, echoing thunderously.

"Haha, Mu Yuan, your breathing seems a bit ragged? Why keep up this pretense?"

Mo Ye sneered, his figure twisting suddenly as he went to kill Li Changxiao below, "I heard he's your only disciple, also the sole pupil of your Taiyuan Dao Sect? Today I'll kill him before slaying you, so that you and your disciple can reunite with your fellow sect members from twenty thousand years ago, hahaha."

"You dare!" Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, raged, leaving the confronting Emperor Shang to turn towards Mo Ye.

"Keke, Mu Yuan, where do you think you're going?" Emperor Shang jeered from behind, launching a palm that covered half the sky. The palm was filled with roiling dark Qi, within which echoed the chants of the Demon Ancestor, intimidating the soul.

All surrounding space was sealed off.

Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, wore a cold expression and turned around to throw a punch, sending Emperor Shang flying.

However, Mo Ye had already reached Li Changxiao, reaching out with a clawed-hand, ready to strike him dead with one blow.

But the next moment, a scream filled the air. Everyone looked over to see a large hand gripping Mo Ye's skull, crimson blood flowing down from the fingers that had penetrated his skull, covering Mo Ye's face contorted with agony.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the iron grip of the hand.

Mo Ye found himself bereft of Dao Principles, stripped of his magical power at this moment.

"To think of killing my senior brother, you're truly seeking death!" Yang Ji's expression was cold as ice, and with a fierce clench of his fingers, he crushed Mo Ye's head.

With a few punches, he had blasted Mo Ye's body into a bloody mist and swiftly sealed it away.

His gaze followed the drifting head, slowly shifting to the astonished face of Emperor Sang.

"Great Sage, I lend you my hand in avenging the annihilation of our sect from the past!"

"Good! I will not pretend to be strong, please assist me with all your might, young friend." Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, said.

Yang Ji nodded and turned into a streak of light as he rushed forward.

The Zhenxian Formation was cast, enveloping endless Heavenly Demons, a massacre was destined to unfold.

In the next moment, the Taichu World saw dozens of colossal beams of demonic light burst forth, radiating heaven-reaching Demonic Qi and awe-inspiring power, shaking the entire realm.

The Grand Primordial Array of the Heavenly Demons was activated, aiming to refine and dissolve the entire Taichu World.

Yang Ji frowned but did nothing about it, as he couldn't.

Red Dust Immortals from other realms hidden in the spatial void watched this scene, their brows lightly furrowed: "Should we seize this chaos to strike and plunder?"

"Absolutely not, absolutely not. This Heavenly Demon Great Tribulation far exceeds our expectations. A hundred thousand Demon Lords, this is astonishingly unbelievable. The Taichu World has also produced a monstrous genius, crushing his peers as easily as stepping on ants, truly extraordinary. Even if we were to act together, we would be no match for him. This tribulation is not as simple as it seems; it feels very complicated, better not to go out and get involved in this karma."

"Could it be that the higher realms are involved?"

"Most definitely, with a hundred thousand Demon Lords, how could the higher realms not be involved? Have you forgotten how the Taichu World fell into decline?"

"Forced Ascension! Back then, because of the Taichu Divine Tree, the Taichu World was at its most splendid, as powerful as the current Heavenly Demons, capable of overturning all the major worlds. The Immortal Kings intervened to remove the Divine Tree and caused nine out of ten Red Dust Immortals from the Taichu World to ascend forcefully. With the Heavenly Demons being so brazen today, it's difficult for them to escape the attention of those above."

"True, if we rashly act now, we might incur unnecessary great karma."

As the Red Dust Immortals from various worlds secretly discussed, in the Taichu World, above the clouds of the Nine Heavens, two figures appeared at an unknown time.

One was clothed in a black robe, the other in a white robe; both resembling neither human nor Dao, their aura extremely elusive.

They looked at each other and sat down cross-legged on a cloud with an indifferent expression.

"Primordial Demon Ancestor, you know full well that the Taichu World cannot be refined, and the Celestial Court will intervene, so why engage in such a pointless act?" the man in the white robe slowly said.

"Pointless? No, this is not pointless!" The Primordial Demon Ancestor shook his head, "My ancestor had a dream, dreaming that he would be sealed by someone in the future, and this person would come from the Taichu World."

"Oh?" The man in the white robe showed a moment of surprise, turning to inquire, "Is this person from the future, or the present, or an already united Immortal King?"

"Unknown." The Primordial Demon Ancestor's eyes narrowed slightly, "However, being born into this world always involves karma; starting with the Taichu World, observing the people within, one can infer and calculate a bit."

"Could it be the Yang Ji who is currently exhibiting divine might below? With the power of one person, he has crushed the morale of your side." The man in the white robe said.

"Unknown, it might be him, or it might not be him," said the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

"Karmic entanglement? Yang Ji was born in the Taichu World, a disciple of the Wuji Dao Sect, possessing the Time Tower, Book of Reincarnation, Supreme Evil Crystal, carrying Primordial Annihilation within him. If not him, could it be someone related to him? The Wuji Immortal King? Zhan Shengjun? Time-Space Elder? King of Reincarnation? Ancestral Fiend? Or the Human Ancestor?" The man in the white robe said.

"Unknown, but one thing is for sure, it is definitely related to him," the Primordial Demon Ancestor gazed at the fighting Yang Ji below.

"You wish to kill him?" The man in the white robe said.

"No, he is an 'uncertainty' that lies out in the open; whether he is the real uncertainty is yet to be determined. I need him alive because as long as he lives, we can observe more people related to him and identify the true variable," said the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

"Oh, you are so certain that Yang Ji isn't that real variable?" the man in the white robe said.

"If he is the variable, wouldn't that be better? No variable can rise to become a Dominator under my ancestor's watch. You know, he would be sealed. Your Celestial Court would also intervene," said the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

"What if he is willing to submit?" the man in the white robe said. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"If he is willing to submit, to be beneath others, how could he possibly threaten our clan's Primordial Ancestor?" said the Primordial Demon Ancestor with a shake of his head.

"Indeed!" The man in the white robe nodded.

"If he were to submit, then the one he submits to is the real uncertainty, you know, he would face extermination by our clan's Primordial Ancestor," said the Primordial Demon Ancestor, his killing intent surging.

"You think your ancestor can shake the Celestial Court?" the man in the white robe chuckled as he shook his head.

"Wait and see!" The Primordial Demon Ancestor said, gazing intently to the side.

"So what now?" The man in the white robe looked towards the demonic light soaring below.

"With the power of one he has turned the tide, challenging our clan's fate, Yang Ji is undeniably the uncertainty on the surface. Now that he is identified, there's no need to continue," the Primordial Demon Ancestor waved his hand and thereby retracted the Grand Primordial Array of the Heavenly Demons.

(Thank you to Li Feiyu for the reward of 100 coins.)