Bai Sheng Mountain.
As a white figure approached, the great demons on Bai Sheng Mountain immediately sensed it. In an instant, dozens of divine senses swept directly towards that white shadow.
The white figure finally stopped more than ten li away from Bai Sheng Mountain. It stood in mid-air, gazing intently at the majestic mountain ridge that rose straight from the ground, resembling a colossal beast.
The ridge spanned over a thousand li, with countless peaks standing tall within it. Vast demonic energy gathered between the mountains, enveloping the entire ridge in a layer of black mist. Only faint outlines of some high peaks were vaguely visible.
It exuded utter mystery and inspired awe!
This was Bai Sheng Mountain!
Bai Sheng Mountain never referred to a single mountain, but an entire expanse of ridges!
Soon, the white figure felt countless divine senses sweeping towards it from within the ridge.
“Humph!”
A cold snort escaped its mouth. Late Demon King Realm divine sense surged forth like a storm, shredding all those prying divine senses into nothingness!
“Ugh…”
For a moment, many great demons in the ridge let out muffled groans. At the same time, they felt deep surprise at the visitor’s strength.
“May I ask which esteemed friend has come to our Bai Sheng Mountain, and for what purpose?”
The next moment, a hoarse voice echoed through the heavens and earth from within the ridge. Immediately after, a terrifying aura spread out. A figure shakily emerged from the ridge, stepping through the air as if on flat ground.
As he walked out of the dense black mist, his form gradually became clear.
This was a gaunt old man in a black robe, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. His slender body appeared slightly hunched.
Yet it was precisely this old man whose every step forced the white figure’s divine sense to retreat inch by inch.
Within the ridge, many great demons watched this scene. Most of their gazes held a mix of curiosity and mockery.
The fellow outside the mountain might be strong, but no matter how strong, what of it?
Merely King Realm cultivation!
And what Bai Sheng Mountain lacked the least was demon kings!
To come here causing trouble with just King Realm cultivation would lead to only one outcome: becoming nourishment for the vast majority of great demons in the mountain!
“I am named Hei Yi, from the Feng Ming Mountain demon domain, coming from Black Wind Mountain!”
The white figure spoke indifferently. Its gaze calmly fixed on the old man. A trace of surprise flickered deep in its pupils, but there was not the slightest fear.
Now at the late Demon King Realm, it could easily sense that the old man’s aura was somewhat stronger than its own, yet far from reaching the Demon Ancestor level.
In other words, this old man was a peak Demon King Realm cultivator!
Though his cultivation was higher, if it truly came to a fight, Hei Yi did not think she would lose. Naturally, her expression remained calm.
Black Wind Mountain?
A hint of doubt appeared in the old man’s eyes upon hearing this. But soon, he sneered coldly. “Since you are a cultivator from the Feng Ming Mountain demon domain, what business do you have coming to our Bai Sheng Mountain demon domain?”
“Our two great demon domains have always had little interaction, and they are far apart. I wonder what purpose brings you here, friend?”
“Naturally, I come on orders from my great king!”
Hei Yi spoke indifferently. Then, with a casual flip of her hand, a letter made of beast hide appeared in her palm.
“Your great king?” The old man frowned slightly. It took him a good while to react before he continued asking, “A demon king?”
This time, Hei Yi did not answer. Instead, she opened the letter on her own and began reciting, “This king is Lai Bao, lord of Black Wind Mountain in the Feng Ming Mountain demon domain. All esteemed friends may also address this king as the Black Wind Demon King!
I presume the esteemed friends of the holy mountain are not unfamiliar with this king’s name.
Indeed, this king is the inheritor of the White Tiger Holy King!
But at the same time, this king is also the grandson of Demon Ancestor Que Popo of Fire Phoenix Palace. Furthermore, the Fire Phoenix Holy King holds this king in high favour!”
Hei Yi’s expression had originally been cold and stern, but upon reading this part, she could not help her face twitching. A trace of helplessness appeared in her eyes.
Not to mention her, even the old man opposite and the great demons of Bai Sheng Mountain deeper in the ridge all felt a strange sensation in their hearts at this moment.
Was this Black Wind Mountain demon king a bit too boastful?
Was he afraid that everyone would not know his background?
However, this was not the end. Hei Yi continued reciting. She said, “By the way, have any of you heard of this king’s battle achievements?”
“Though this king is not a Holy Son, he is known as the Holy Son Harvester!”
“Not long ago in the Dragon Ruins, this king personally crushed a Holy Son. It seems he was the Holy Son of Dragon King Sea, named Chang Qing or something. Anyway, he was a python demon!
Furthermore, this king has slain a demon ancestor from our Feng Ming Mountain demon domain. As for the name, I think you should know it, so I will not say more here. If you do not know, you can inquire yourselves.
Additionally, those unfamiliar with this king can also inquire who this king truly is and whether my words are false. In short, what this king wishes to tell you is that this king is truly very powerful!
As the inheritor of the White Tiger Holy King, this king does not wish to become enemies with all of you, for that would be a nightma…”
Upon reading to this point, Hei Yi’s eyelids twitched wildly. She subconsciously looked at the old man opposite, only to see his expression had turned rather odd.
“Cough cough…”
Hei Yi dry-coughed twice. She did not continue reading. Instead, with a casual wave, she tossed the letter towards the old man.
The old man calmly caught the envelope and began reading it.
Seeing this, Hei Yi spoke at the appropriate moment. “The purpose of my great king’s sending me is very simple. He wishes for all esteemed friends to release Princess Blue Lotus!”
“Go back and inform your great king that Princess Blue Lotus attempted to assassinate our Bai Sheng Mountain’s prospective Holy Son. She has already been suppressed by Ancestor Hei Ming. I am afraid she cannot be released!”
The old man put away the letter. Looking at Hei Yi, he suddenly smiled. “By the way, since your great king is the inheritor of the White Tiger Holy King, he should know one thing. Ancestor Hei Ming intends, on the day of the Holy Son selection, to betroth Princess Blue Lotus to the true Holy Son, as a way to repay the Holy King’s grace!
The selection day will take place in half a year. At that time, your great king is welcome to come and observe the ceremony!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Hei Yi’s expression changed dramatically. Her tone also grew much deeper. She shouted at him, “Princess Blue Lotus is a demon of our Black Wind Mountain. On what grounds does your Bai Sheng Mountain suppress her? Are you not afraid of sparking war between the two great demon domains?”
“Friend, do not speak nonsense. Princess Blue Lotus has always been the adopted daughter of Bai Sheng. How could she be a demon of your Black Wind Mountain?”
“Moreover, the one who suppressed her was not this worthless old man, but Ancestor Hei Ming of our Bai Sheng Mountain’s Black Tiger lineage. So even if you are angry, there is no need to vent it on this worthless old man!”
“As for whether it will spark war between the two great demon domains, that is not for the likes of us to decide. It will be determined by the ancestors above!”
“This old man has said all that needs to be said. It would be best if friend departs quickly!”
With that, the old man said no more. He turned and left.
“Detestable!!”
Hei Yi gnashed her teeth in anger upon hearing this. At the same time, she felt anxious in her heart for Princess Blue Lotus.
“Though friend is strong, this place is our Bai Sheng Mountain. This old man may be easy to talk to, but Ancestor Hei Ming may not be. We cultivators must cherish our lives!”
The old man paused slightly in his steps without turning back. He spoke these meaningful words, then walked straight into the depths of the ridge without looking back.
