Chapter Eleven: Starry Funeral
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Song Wanxi was dead. The princess of the Ministry of Water, who shouldered the fate of the Qingjiang water tribe, deeply loved Zhuang Chengqian, and was cherished by her elder brother, had died lonely in the deep palace of the Zhuang Kingdom.
Song Hengjiang protected in the Qingjiang River, was only the body of Song Wanxi, his sister. He cherished and missed her dearly.
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What Zhuang Chengqian saw in the glazed coffin was only the true love he had discarded with his own hands.
The single tear that had welled in Xue Kui's, Song Wanxi's, eye that day was merely the lingering regret of this body. After Zhuang Chengqian's death, it too melted away like spring snow.
She has become a demon, completely becoming one of the Demon Clan.
Humans and demons are now completely different races.
Throughout history, no demon with self-awareness has ever felt like a human. Even if they were a human who transformed into a demon and retained all their memories from their human life.
The demonic aquariums are also like this.
But the meaning of "puppet" is to define "self" as "other".
Zhang Chengqian pushed Song Wanxi to become a demon, taking away her independence and turning her into a pure weapon.
It possesses thought and memory, but on the fundamental level of consciousness, it is merely a weapon for the master's thinking.
As time passed, the blood pact deepened, becoming instinctual, and eventually transcending instinct to exist on its own.
Zhuang Chengqian indeed possessed talents that reached across the heavens and earth. Song Wanxi had always known this.
She opened her eyes and, through the glass coffin lid, gazed at the gloomy sky.
The true demons' vision could see far distances, yet they couldn't capture the slightest glimmer. The sky of the Demon Realm had no stars or moon, only massive floating meteorites hanging in the distance—they were the Stars of Death.
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The Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground, it's not just a place where souls are buried.
Since its separation from the Qingjiang water, this blood puppet wandered alone in the Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground. It was only summoned to the Wuyin Mountains that it briefly reunited with its master.
After that, Jiang Wang strengthened the Shen Yin Law, first achieving the divine presence, then proving the true cave. He repeatedly strengthened the connection, but there was no real connection again.
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On one hand, Jiang Wang's growing popularity makes him a target for demonic energy. His connection with the true demons would also be difficult to explain. On the other hand, his encounter with the Seven Hates Demon Lord left him uneasy about Song Wanxi's condition. Although the Seven Hates Demon Lord at that time was only a fragment of his consciousness, Song Wanxi seemed to have escaped... After all, it is better to err on the side of caution when one's strength is insufficient. It never hurts to be careful.
After a year's separation, as a blood puppet, she walked alone in this desolate world, gazing at the distant sky countless times.
Most of the time, it's like this, nothing at all.
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Suddenly, a meteorite plummeted from the sky. During its descent, it ignited, transforming into a blazing fireball, becoming a faint glimmer of light in the oppressive darkness.
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From the first glimmer of dawn, it burned into brilliance.
That gloomy and sullen earth, illuminated by the flames, revealed its hideous features. The rugged landscape seemed like a terminally ill patient lying on a deathbed, baring its bones with every exposed inch.
In the immeasurable time of the Netherworld, these dying stars were laid to rest, bringing a fleeting light to this world. It was the only light.
How can this fireball not be the sun
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Although it was short.
After breaking through the tranquil field of force in that high zone, the fireball seemed to be propelled by some power. Its descent speed suddenly accelerated, getting faster and faster, growing larger and larger in our vision. Finally, it was a bright volcano, a burning mountain range, a world already turned to ruins, burning in its final throes—and then, with a tremendous roar, all the flames went out.
Like a giant beast lurking in the dark, swallowing it whole.
The remnants of stars and the burning light disappeared together.
Those blood-colored phoenix eyes could still clearly see this world, seeing the remnants of stars falling onto desolate land. Heavy darkness swallowed the undulating desert. In the depths of gloom, countless strange figures surged like a tide.
Rustling, rustling, converging into a sea-like whooshing sound.
Dense hordes of monsters surged from the caverns, from the sand dunes, from the tombs... from every conceivable direction, pouring onto the wreckage of the stars.
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There were countless monsters, melting the instant they touched the stellar debris. But even more surged forward to take their place. In the end, only the monster's shells remained, unevenly connected like an ant swarm covering a fallen carcass.
Yes, the remnants of stars... are the food of demons.
Those gravels, sands, clay and molten rock... can also be swallowed.
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The Wasteland Cemetery of Ten Thousand Realms was truly barren, so barren that even spiritual energy here would "die." Sometimes, even complete spaces were chewed apart. Even stones from outside were precious.
Most monsters are always hungry, from birth to death.
Only those who have been tempered in the cruel world are qualified to be recognized as true demonkind. They will only receive nourishment from the primordial energy gathered by the Demon Lord from the outside world, and thus have the possibility of growth, even accelerated growth.
Song Wanxi coldly watched all of this.
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Regardless of their species, once they reach the level of True Cave, they have grasped the truth of the world and formed their own universe. They no longer need nourishment from external forces. Although she walks among the desolate tombs of the myriad realms, she does not need to establish any connection with this realm or bow down to any demon lord.
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She was a true demon, but the "puppet" before "demon" meant she didn't have any sense of belonging or non-belonging to the identity of a demon. She only followed the puppet master's orders.
The puppet master's last command was "leave," so she kept running, running and running for a very long time.
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Then, for a long time, no further commands arrived. She prepared a familiar coffin for herself and lay down in the endless graveyard, sinking into an eternal wait until her puppet body finally failed.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that the sky, which had turned grayish after the meteorite fell, resembled a dark sea. It gently rippled with waves, as if making a distant call.
The creatures devouring the remnants of stars on the ground didn't react at all, clearly this scene was only visible to her.
Her eyes widened. In that "dark sea," she saw a pair of red eyes, filled with malice and overflowing with demonic intent!
These were not the master's original eyes, yet they felt incredibly familiar to her. It was the sensation of a blood pact connection.
The master has attained true realization and secretly summons you.
Song Wanxi pushed open the glass coffin and suddenly sat up.
At this moment, demonic energy surged, spreading out from this black tomb like a tide, relentlessly pushing in all directions.
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Even in the Wanjie Wild Burial Ground, a True Demon is still a respected master!
All around, shrill demonic howls echoed, and countless tombs trembled in response.
For years she has ruled this area, which she now lays in.
In the midst of the surrounding graveyard, resided generals who were subservient to her. Each general commanded many shadowy demons and various other creatures.
The demon already possesses simple sentience.
Some powerful beings who have reached the level of divine presence, even possess a certain level of thought.
Whom they submit to is already a true demon. To whom the true demon submits, what kind of existence is it
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In a certain instant, those demonic entities possessing a degree of sentience found their minds plunged into an infinite expanse.
In the endless ocean, they saw——
A fearsome demonic ape, towering over heaven and earth, with half its body in the sea and half in the sky.
Only half of the body is exposed on the sea surface, with muscular and knotted muscles, thick hair like a forest, majestic as a mountain, truly magnificent!
A black aura swirls around the chest and abdomen, like clouds gathering on a shady mountainside.
Two eyes, as large as houses, stared down. Their blood-red gaze cast a crimson hue over the entire sea.
Submit! Submit! Submit!
These demons were forced to kneel upon the sea, displaying their subservient posture to the demon lord, forever swearing allegiance to this mighty ape. All demons bow down and revere their master.
On the heart of the demon ape, there is a faint shadow of a divine seal.
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This is the place of four directions, shaped like a yellow gem.
Above is the statue of a demon ape, named by Hongyu.
This is the true form condensed after endless cultivation of the Divine Seal Mantra.
Today's Jiang Wang is already the one who has achieved the top position in Gujin Dongzhen. Today's Jiang Wang is preparing to climb again after separating from the influence of the Heavenly Dao, and to achieve a long-lasting undisputed first place in Gujin Dongzhen.
His understanding of monasticism has surpassed that of Zhuang Chengqian, who originally created the "Divine Seal Method."
His supernatural powers shine brightly throughout history, illuminating all realms for eternity.
At this moment, deep within the subconscious sea completely under his control, the brilliance of the Divine Seal Law bathes the demons.
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Song Wanxi, with her silk-like hair and blood-red eyes, walked slowly among the kneeling demons.
The demonic ape looked down at her, his voice booming: "I possess all the memories related to the White Bone Divine."
A divine light flew out from Song Wanxi's brow and towards the demon ape.
And just at that moment, a slender finger, distinct in its joints, rose gently, like a bridge arching to block the moon, spanning across that pinpoint of light.
Along with this finger, a handsome man with a beautiful face and narrow eyes appeared in black.
He was a perfect human image, but as he looked up at the towering and majestic demonic ape, an unspeakable smile appeared on his face: "Bone God A Netherworld deity who only possesses extraordinary power within the Netherworld After nine years, you dare to summon your puppet demon again, is it for Him"
“Nine years already” The demon ape snarled, baring its blood-filled maw and lowering its head. “Is there a possibility—I did this for you, Qisha Demon Lord You asked of my true intentions in the past, today I ask of yours!”
The sea of rage surges for thousands of miles, this ape bows down like a mountain collapsing!
From the moment Song Wanxi’s eyebrow flew that speck of light, it instantly blossomed into a beam, flying rapidly around her, tightly binding the Seven Hatred Demon Lord. In the next instant, the beam was reversed into an ink rope and then rose as an ink serpent, sweeping across the air, leaving a clear ink mark, heading towards the demon ape's eyes as big as a house. During its rapid flight, flames erupted from the snake's head, instantly burning everything to ashes.
The process of a single point of light flaring and then fading away encapsulates the essence of this conflict: sudden in its arrival, yet long-awaited by both sides.
Jiang Wang wished to forever prove that he was the greatest expert of ancient and modern times. He chose to gaze at the peak, even beyond the scenery at the peak.
Of course, at the realm of Dong Zhen, even if he reached the strongest level, it would be impossible to clash head-on with the Seven Hates Demon Lord.
He meticulously pursued any possible trace of the Demon Sovereign's ambush on the demonic puppet, from afar.
The battleground is not the Demon Realm, nor some remote corner of the universe.
But in the real world, within the subconscious sea painstakingly laid out by Master Jiang.
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The Seven Hatred Demon Lord actually returned to the mortal world through his connection with the blood puppet true demon Song Wanxi and the puppet master Jiang Wang.
Just as the White Bone Deity possesses extraordinary power in the Underworld, in the mortal realm, they can only manifest the power of deriving paths.
The Seven Hates Demon Lord possesses limitless power in the Demon Realm, but has very clear boundaries in the human world.
This boundary is clearly within Jiang Wang's current combat strength.
The Seven Hates Demon Lord hadn't lost yet, but he already knew the outcome. With a wave of his hand, he advanced instead of retreating: "Come, come, come! I'll show you the true meaning of Seven Hates, let you understand the power of demons and know what kind of mistakes you made back then!"
The majestic Demon Ape merely raised its mountain-like demonic hand and slammed it down onto the sea. In an instant, the entire Sea of Consciousness churned and roared, a boundless wave surging up in a moment, engulfing the black-robed Demon Lord.
Within the desolate burial grounds of the myriad worlds.
The Blood Puppet True Demon, Song Wanxi, had just risen from the glazed coffin.
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After nine years, she received her master's command once more, and was tasked to journey through the desolate wasteland again.
But right before her, a cold and dark spot appeared suddenly. This pitch-black dot was shimmering with light, spinning gently like a whirling ribbon. The Seven Hates Demon Lord, dressed in black, stood before Song Wanxi.
The Demon Lord is the ruler of the Desolate Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms.
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The power source of the Eight Great Demon Lords lies in the eight eternal and indestructible demonic arts. These eight arts exist eternally, unyielding and imperishable. Even during the most desolate times, when the entire world of spirits was sealed, and no celestial demons could plunder spiritual energy, these eight arts themselves could still draw upon a constant source of power.
Even, they are circulating in the present world, immortal.
So the status of the Eight Demon Lords in the Desolate Tomb of All Realms is self-evident—they are practically the only living eyes in this stagnant pool, the only remaining ripples in this desolate world.
This is the importance that no demon can replace.
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Needless to say, the Eight Great Demon Lords are also related to the great legend of the Demon Ancestor's return.
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The hierarchy within the Demon Race is strictly enforced, far surpassing that of humans, demons, and Asuras. The Eight Great Demon Lords reign supreme, each ruling over vast territories with an aura of invincibility that cannot be challenged.
Therefore, being able to replace the original "Bitter Sea Eternal Fall Desire Demon Art" with the "" and becoming the only newly appointed Demon Lord in the history of the Demon Realm, the terrifying nature of the Seven Hates Demon Lord is completely imaginable.
Song Wanxi who fought in the Desolate Tomb of Ten Thousand Realms was just a magical intent avatar responsible for mundane tasks.
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What Jiang Wang encountered in the Demon Cave was just a wisp of demonic thought that had fallen across worlds.
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What Jiang Wang fought in the ocean of his subconscious was merely a demonic possession within certain limits.
All of these are far from the peak.
At this very moment, in this desolate graveyard of ten thousand realms, standing before Song Wanxi is the true Seven Hates Demon Lord! His mortal form and spiritual form are united, his demonic power surging.
For how many years had Jiang Wang been waiting, the connection between him and the Blood Puppet Demon King dormant for so long
Looking back now, those nine years of waiting seem meaningless. Jiang Wang was extremely wary of him, from the Inner Mansion realm to his current state at the peak of the Cave Truth Limit, he even chose his home ground and laid out his subconscious sea before agreeing to link with the demonic puppet. Throughout the entire process, he never personally put himself in danger.
The Seven Hates Demon Lord can at most wipe out the Blood Puppet, it's impossible to harm the Puppet Master.
But the Seventh Hate Demon Lord did not think that all this was meaningless.
He gazed into Song Wanxi's blood-red phoenix eyes, as if through a mirror, facing the demon ape in the distant mortal realm: "Bone God, is it that you hate If you are willing to submit to me, this king can help you annihilate it!"
Song Wanting's entire body remained motionless, her mind completely tranquil.
Those phoenix eyes seemed cast from red glass, yet also like glass itself. Within them, there was not the slightest hint of emotion, nor even a flicker of inquiry.
But the Seven Hates Demon Lord could see, in the depths of those eyes, a faint red glow. It was the Immortal Jiang Zhenren of the netherworld, making a silent invitation.
Be extremely cautious!
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He wouldn't even dare to send a single thought telepathically, for fear he might give him an opportunity.
The Seven Hates Demon Lord smiled faintly, once again splitting off a demonic thought and leaping into that sea of subconsciousness in the other world. He appeared once more before the colossal demon ape.
Looking up at those fierce eyes, he repeated the question: "Do you wish to destroy White Bones"
The demonic ape's immense body blocked out the sky, his palm covering the vast sea. With bared fangs, he roared, "A thought to consume you, a delicious feast!"
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