Chapter 1334: Chapter 1333: Journey to Windy Valley, Death of the Purgatory Demon Charioteer

“What is wind? It is where heaven and earth intertwine, formed by the lingering warmth of the sun and the movement of air.

It is said that the Catastrophe Demon Domain was almost destroyed by a storm.

This storm was caused by the Wind God, Tian Wu,” Si Zu began to speak.

“Later, Tian Wu disappeared without a trace, just like the other ancient gods, evaporating into the Nine Domains.

No one knows where they went.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Catastrophe Demon Domain triggered another world-ending storm, and people thought Tian Wu had returned.

However, upon investigation, it was discovered that the initiator of this storm was not Tian Wu, but a group of descendants who carried the bloodline of the Wind God.”

“What happened to those descendants?” Xu Zimei asked.

“They were struck at the time and were forced into hiding,” Si Zu said.

“Since then, there have been no more world-ending storms here, and these descendants have gradually been forgotten.”

“That’s problematic,” Xu Zimei said.

“The Catastrophe Demon Domain is so vast; if there’s no specific information, searching will be like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Indeed, it’s somewhat problematic. We can go to the last known place where those descendants appeared,” Si Zu suggested.

“Maybe we can find some clues.”

“Where is it?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Windy Valley,” Si Zu thought for a moment before finally saying.

He seemed to have almost forgotten the name of this place.

“What is the Lord looking for from the ancient gods?” Si Zu asked curiously.

“The Demon Race exiled from the Ancient Demon Cave needs the legacy of the ancient gods to break the seal,” Xu Zimei did not hide anything and said directly.

“So the Lord has always been striving for the revival of the Demon Race,” Si Zu suddenly understood and felt somewhat relieved.

“I am also willing to give my all for the Demon Race.”

“No need to pledge loyalty; we are all from the Demon Race. I am very lenient with my own people,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.

He added, “The Demon Realm is practically ruined; if Purgatory Demon Charioteer wants to evade, let him do so for the rest of his life.”

He walked with Si Zu towards the outside of the Demon Realm.

With Si Zu, a native of the Catastrophe Demon Domain, Xu Zimei needed no maps.

Si Zu could guide him.

Windy Valley is not in the Southern Domain; according to Si Zu, it should be in the relatively impoverished Northern Domain.

And the Demon Race has a teleportation array, so it won’t take much time.

Xu Zimei also took the opportunity to inquire about the current influence of the Demon Race.

According to Si Zu, as Xu Zimei had anticipated, the Demon Race, although not overtly managing the Catastrophe Demon Domain,

actually has people in various forces secretly.

“That saves a lot of trouble,” Xu Zimei laughed.

“We must act before the Holy Court; if the news of the destruction of the Demon Realm gets out, the entire Catastrophe Demon Domain will likely hunt us,” Si Zu said.

“The Holy Court is not to be confronted directly for now,” Xu Zimei said with a faint smile, narrowing his eyes.

“But one day, we will fight our way there.”

Si Zu nodded.

He led Xu Zimei to the teleportation array at the entrance of the Demon Realm.

This teleportation array is circular, with purple arcs of electricity erupting around.

“This is the Thunder Sound Array, which belongs to the top tier of teleportation arrays for its speed,” Si Zu explained.

“It was left by a predecessor of our Demon Race.”

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, and the two stood atop the Thunder Sound Array, where Si Zu waved his right hand to activate the formation.

Their target was Windy Valley.

The originally faint blue electric arcs seemed to be summoned, suddenly becoming violent with thunderous explosions, myriad thunderbolts stirring.

The entire teleportation array was enveloped by the thunderbolt and subsequently swept away their figures, leaving no trace.

Not long after the two left, the sound of footsteps approached from afar.

A man in a red robe with a dejected expression walked over.

The powerful aura around him was resonating, but at this moment, he knelt before the formation.

He knelt three times.

It was unclear if he was bowing to the formation or to the ones who had just left.

Not long after Xu Zimei left, the firmament of the entire Demon Realm began to stir.

It seemed as if something was about to descend.

The man in the red robe seemed to sense something, looking up at the firmament, then narrowed his eyes.

Murmuring to himself, “What’s meant to come will eventually come.”

This time, he did not evade but stepped onto the highest mountain of the Demon Realm.

Here, he was closest to the firmament and could best overlook the Demon Realm.

Compared to the former Demon Realm, it now appeared as a place where people had left and the tea had cooled, a desolate scene.

“Alas,” the man in the red robe sighed deeply again.

The stability he had devised over a billion years turned to ashes in an instant.

At this moment, the trembling of the firmament became increasingly intense.

As if the entire firmament was about to collapse.

Finally, the firmament shattered, a resonant explosion echoed through heaven and earth, as the man in the red robe lifted his head, witnessing a glaring celestial light burst forth.

He remained unperturbed.

Soon, an even more colossal Immortal Ship than before slowly descended.

Countless smaller Immortal Ships hovered around it.

As they appeared, the entire void was immobilized, as if the world in which the Demon Realm existed was frozen.

From this Immortal Ship, a man in battle armor descended.

The man’s face was set and firm, with thick brows, his eyes like two sharp blades, too piercing to look at directly.

Upon descending, the man saw the man in the red robe standing on the mountain top.

Slightly surprised, he eventually took a step forward, covering the hundreds of meters’ distance in an instant.

“Purgatory Demon Charioteer,” the battle-armored man spoke first upon seeing the man in the red robe.

“I thought you would leave with them.”

“We agreed on peaceful coexistence back then,” the man in the red robe, indeed Purgatory Demon Charioteer,

the true ruler of the Demon Realm for billions of years, said plainly, “It was your Holy Court that broke the agreement first.”

“Agreement, what agreement?” the man in battle armor sneered.

“What you call an agreement was merely an excuse for you weaklings to feel secure.

You truly think you are worthy of speaking agreements with our Holy Court?”

“Indeed, I was too naive,” surprisingly, Purgatory Demon Charioteer not only didn’t become angry but nodded in agreement.

“Your Holy Court will never give us of the Demon Race a chance for peace.

Merely a bunch of Heavenly Dao’s lapdogs.”

“You’ve stayed here hoping to die, haven’t you?” the man in battle armor snorted.

“If so, I shall fulfill your wish.”

“I am indeed awaiting death, but before dying, I intend to make your Holy Court shed a layer of skin,” Purgatory Demon Charioteer closed his eyes gently, opening them slowly after a long while.

He whispered to himself, “This, perhaps, is my best contribution to the Demon Race while alive.”

After speaking, he raised his right hand, astonishingly, reaching towards his own chest.

His fingers pierced his body, and Purgatory Demon Charioteer forcibly tore out his own heart.

The heart was black, with demonic qi entwining it.