Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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Demon Realm.

A purple moon spanned the sky.

On the ground, many strange bushes grew in twisted patterns, bearing peculiar red berries that emitted an enticing fragrance.

A large bird, with a row of sharp teeth in its mouth, could not resist; it dove down from the sky, eager to swallow the berries in one gulp. But at that moment, a hint of fear flashed through the bird's eyes.

The tips of the strange red berries suddenly split into eight parts and elongated, biting the bird's head in one motion. With a careless fling skyward, the vine swallowed the prey much like a mouse would, and ripples moved along the vine toward the base.

After a while, having completely devoured the bird, the bizarre bush uprooted itself and shifted its position by six hundred meters before taking root again. The peculiar red berries continued to sway in the wind, their tempting scent spreading in all directions with the night breeze.

At that moment, above the strange bush, a massive purple demonic cloud loomed, with flashes of lightning flickering faintly within.

Four figures, shrouded in powerful demonic auras, stood aloft, causing space itself to distort under the weight of their presence.

"My fellow Demonkin, the wheels of fate have turned, it is our time to rise."

"The Human Race has occupied the favor of destiny for countless years. Now the time has come to set things right. The four of us, Saint Monarchs, have unified the eastern, southern, western, and northern regions of the Demon Realm. Continuing our assault now would only let the petty beings of the Human Realm reap the benefits."

"I propose that we halt our conquest for a time and expand outward together."

"The meat must stew in its own pot until all settles, and then we can decide the victor!" declared a regal dragon-headed Demonkin with a peculiar purple eighteen-pointed gear-shaped mark on his forehead.

"Old Demon Dragon speaks wisely. Among us four, you possess the strongest cultivation. Western Region's Moon Sorrow Demon Kingdom agrees."

"Seconded, the Southern Region has no objections."

"The Northern Region concurs."

Seeing that everyone finally agreed, the dragon-headed Demonkin smiled, revealing two rows of wedge-shaped sharp teeth.

"So be it, then. Let's settle on this."

"The heavens favor us, I can feel that the suppression of the world against Demonkin is no longer as overpowering. Our future holds only greater strength! Sweeping across the five realms is our ordained destiny!"

"The Militant Realm has already become the pawn of us, the four Saint Monarchs, ready to be devoured like meat on the chopping board. I believe now is the time for us to join forces once again."

"Although the boundary barriers of the realms still stand strong, with our cultivation, and aided by the Supreme Magic Artifacts of each realm, we can surely open up the weak points between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm, and overrun the Human Realm. How about it?"

"We should also make our move. As long as the vanguard can hold its position and stabilize the spatial rifts, we can then march straight through, conquering the Human Realm before annihilating the Militant Race!"

"I am well aware that many forces within the Human Realm are still warring among themselves, unlike our united front. This is a heaven-sent opportunity that is worth the risk!"

Subsequently, the four formidable figures began to communicate through telepathy, whispering among themselves.

An hour later, having discussed everything, the four joined palms in unison.

"May demonic fortune thrive!" They shouted together, and a purple beam surged skyward, connecting heaven and earth, enveloping the bush that had moved its position by six hundred meters.

Within the purplish radiance, wood chips flew in all directions, pulverizing the bush into dust.

The land shook, and violent sound waves swept across in all directions, slicing every demonic cloud in the sky into countless fragments.