122. Our Odds of Eliminating Chen Xuan Just Got Even Better!

The Burning Sky Cauldron lay in the central region of the Demon Realm.

Even with the power of the Nirvana Realm, it would take nearly ten days to reach if moving quickly. When the Dao Sect finally arrived, no other sects were in sight.

In front of them was an enormous handprint, like a mark left by a god’s hand striking the ground.

Could this have been caused by the Yimo Emperor’s severed arm falling here? Chen Xuan couldn’t be certain, but he knew one thing for sure: beneath this spot lay the Yimo Emperor’s arm.

Checking his ancestral symbols book collection, he saw no reaction or indication of any ancestral symbols or stones nearby.

It seemed unlikely that the arm had already been secretly taken by the Devil Prison, as in the original story, they only summoned it as part of their final plan. This time should be no different.

"Everyone," Ying Xiaoxiao began, intending to instruct the disciples to drive away the nearby demonic beasts.

But before she could finish, Chen Xuan unleashed a powerful surge of energy, sending the beasts scurrying away in terror. Once they had set up camp, other sects began to arrive.

Here, the sect tournament was about to officially begin. By evening, the Yuan Gate finally arrived.

As they landed, they cast vicious smiles in Dao Sect’s direction, looking as though victory was assured.

“Those Yuan Gate scoundrels are unbearable!”

“If only I were stronger, I’d go over and slap them myself!”

“Me too. I’ve been fed up with them for ages!”

"Hmph! This time, with Brother Chen Xuan here, let’s see what Yuan Gate thinks they can do."

But then, to everyone’s shock, Yuan Gate elders like Cheng Pu and Wang Su appeared among the disciples, escorted by their followers. The sight left Dao Sect and other sect members speechless.

“What’s… going on?”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a tournament for disciples? How did Yuan Gate elders get in?”

“Are they planning to tear up the super sects’ agreement?”

“Seems like they don’t care about the rules anymore.”

...

The other sects murmured in confusion, while Cheng Pu and the others wore smug expressions. They seemed to enjoy flaunting their defiance.

“Oh, you don’t like me? Too bad. There’s nothing you can do about it,” they seemed to say, their mocking gazes infuriating Dao Sect members.

Ying Huanhuan gritted her teeth. “Yuan Gate is shameless!”

“How disgraceful, sending eight elders without a shred of pride,” Wang Yan fumed.

Ying Xiaoxiao’s face darkened. “I never expected such low tactics from Yuan Gate. They’re openly ignoring the tournament rules.”

[Ding! Ying Huanhuan’s anger detected; emotional value +740]

[Ding! Ying Xiaoxiao’s frustration detected; emotional value +500]

Chen Xuan, however, merely laughed. “Rules? Ha! The only rule is who’s strongest.”

To him, the elders’ entry was perfect—he intended to ensure they’d never leave. This time, he would end them for good, making it impossible for them to resurrect.

As for the other Yuan Gate disciples, none would be spared. From them, he could sense a faint demonic energy. It seemed that…

The "Three Giants" of Yuan Gate had already begun their "preparations."

Wang Yan whispered a warning to Chen Xuan, "Brother Chen Xuan, be careful. I have a feeling those Yuan Gate elders are up to something sinister."

"Yes, I feel the same way," Ying Huanhuan nodded seriously. She had seen Chen Xuan kill these very people with her own eyes. So how were they still alive?

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with them!” Chen Xuan said confidently.

Meanwhile, within the crowd of Yuan Gate members, one figure glared at Chen Xuan with hatred.

"Elder Cheng Pu, later, make sure to break Chen Xuan’s limbs and hand him over to me," Yuan Cang demanded venomously.

"Rest assured," Cheng Pu replied. "With the eight of us working together, even if he's at the Samsara Realm, he won’t escape!"

"Thank you, Elder Cheng Pu," Yuan Cang said with satisfaction. "Chen Xuan, just you wait. You robbed me of my beloved. You tortured me. For that, you must die!"

"Let’s go, it’s time to rescue someone," Cheng Pu said, waving his sleeve as he led the group forward.

At his command, Yuan Cang moved ahead and sent a bright red light into a twisting space. Moments later, an ancient aura began to fill the air, as though they had been transported back to an ancient era.

This signaled that the Burning Sky Cauldron had officially opened. Yuan Gate members swarmed into the space, with other sects following closely behind.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, this is the Black Tortoise Formation. It can withstand ten attacks from a Samsara Realm expert…” Chen Xuan started to explain.

But Ying Huanhuan interrupted irritably, “Hey, wait a minute! Are you planning to leave us behind?”

“It’s dangerous in there. Bringing you all along would mean I’d be distracted trying to protect you.”

“But—”

“It’s alright, Huanhuan,” Ying Xiaoxiao said understandingly. “Chen Xuan just wants the best for us. Let’s stay back and avoid causing any trouble.”

Huanhuan reluctantly agreed, and after seeing Xiaoxiao set up the formation, Chen Xuan entered the crimson world.


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Cheng Pu and his group, who had entered earlier, quickly made their way to a strange area shrouded in red mist.

Cheng Pu took a petal of a black lotus out of his Qiankun Bag and chanted. Soon, a cold, dark mist began emanating from the petal, swallowing the red mist as it spread. When the red fog had entirely dispersed, Cheng Pu led Yuan Cang and the others further into the depths.

Before long, they arrived at a massive stone altar that emitted a unique energy. Cheng Pu recognized it as the Burning Sky Array mentioned in their intel.

He instructed Yuan Cang to break the formation. Yuan Cang released a powerful energy beam at the altar, and as it connected, columns of light erupted from the altar, cracking it open.

A terrifying black aura surged from the depths of the altar, filling the area with a savage, bone-chilling evil.

"Elder Cheng Pu, what’s beneath here?" Yuan Cang asked curiously.

With a wicked grin, Cheng Pu replied, “An ancient being! With his help, our chances of eliminating Chen Xuan just went up another level!”

Wang Su agreed, his face full of excitement.

At that moment, a wild laugh echoed from beneath the altar. “Hahaha! Burning Sky old ghost, you imprisoned me with that broken cauldron for a thousand years. But today, I will be free!”