109. How Dare a Mere Insect Speak So Arrogantly?

"No! I... I just want to see him fail, so I can mock his arrogance!" Ying Huanhuan raised her head, blushing as she argued.

Ying Xiaoxiao said nothing more, turning her gaze back to the Desolate Monument.

At that moment, Chen Xuan had already entered the world within the monument, standing on an endless desolate plain.

Chen Xuan spoke directly, “Senior of the Desolate Monument, I can help you eradicate the demon!”

As his words fell, a loud hum resonated from the massive monument, releasing waves of energy.

A beam of light gathered on the monument’s surface, forming a radiant mirror that reflected a blurry, colossal shadow faintly visible within.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned!

Wu Dao gasped, “Is that… the monument spirit?”

“It’s exactly like when Brother Zhou Tong once communed with the Desolate Monument spirit!” Chen Zhen’s expression grew complicated.

He felt joy for the Dao Sect, finally having someone comprehend the Desolate Scripture again.

But he also felt a pang of regret—after all, the one who achieved this wasn’t from the Desolate Palace.

Qi Lei couldn’t contain his delight. “Wonderful! Our Sky Hall—no, our Dao Sect—has another extraordinary figure!!”

“He was always remarkable. This only adds more glory.”

“A hundred years! It’s been a hundred years!”

Not only were the palace heads ecstatic, but even Sect Master Ying Xuanzi smiled.


“Supreme Elder, we are truly blessed!”

Initially, they thought Chen Xuan would also fail. But surprisingly, though he was the last to begin his attempt, he was the first to communicate with the monument spirit!

This clearly indicated his success. They… could celebrate early.

“Haha, if that woman Shen Qing knew about this, she’d probably be so mad she’d spit blood,” the blue-robed elder chuckled.

“I heard… she passed away,” Ying Xuanzi replied, having learned it from Qi Lei.

“What?” The blue-robed elder froze for a moment, processing the news.

Ying Xuanzi laughed, “Doesn’t matter. The important thing is that this time, our Dao Sect has won!”

…

Meanwhile, in front of Chen Xuan, a ten-zhang-tall ancient yellow stone monument hovered mid-air.

Black lines snaked across its surface, giving off an evil aura and appearing to creep upward.

A figure coalesced on the monument’s surface, observing Chen Xuan for a moment before saying in a raspy voice, “No wonder you know about the demon—I sense many familiar things on you.”

Ding! The Desolate Monument is shocked, adding +500 emotional value.

Chen Xuan responded, “Senior, you’ve been suppressing this demon for years. Allow me to help you eradicate it completely.”

“I believe you can… but not yet,” the figure on the monument shook its head, noticing that Chen Xuan was only at the Profound Life Realm. Such strength was far from sufficient to help it in the demon’s defeat.

Ding! The Desolate Monument feels disappointed, adding +500 emotional value.

Chen Xuan persisted, “How will we know if I’m not capable unless we try?”

“You’re too weak now.”

“Senior, if I may be honest, actually…”

Before Chen Xuan could finish, the ground began to tremble as though an earthquake had struck, and the monument suddenly shook violently.

Dark lines beneath the monument writhed as if alive, desperately trying to spread upward.

An evil aura emanated from these black lines—the demon’s aura!

“Stubborn fiend!” the monument spirit coldly huffed, and waves of ancient yellow light surged downward, once again forcing the dark lines back into suppression.

“Heheh, you old fool, how much longer can you keep suppressing me?”

A sharp, sinister voice echoed through the space, filled with malice.

Dark energy surged again toward the monument, clashing with the ancient yellow light emanating from it.

Neither side was willing to back down.

Chen Xuan lightly tapped the Devouring Ancestral Symbol at his fingertips, and in an instant, a terrifying devouring force scattered the dark energy.

The black mist retreated as if it had seen a ghost, leaving the monument spirit stunned. This demon, once so fierce, was now cowering like a grandchild before its grandfather.

The monument spirit had only been able to hold out for another three to five years.

Without any assistance, the demon it suppressed would eventually break free.

But now, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol was here!

In the next moment, the monument spirit felt a pang of sorrow—it realized that if the Devouring Ancestral Symbol had changed hands, its old friend, Black Eyed Elder, must have passed away. How unfortunate.

Just then, Chen Xuan’s voice cut in.

“Senior, do you still doubt my strength?”

“I see you have one Ancestral Symbol, but the being I’m suppressing is no ordinary demon; it’s a king. To destroy it, you’d need at least two Ancestral Symbol,” the monument spirit replied, somewhat regretfully.

“Well, as it happens, I have two,” Chen Xuan said, revealing both the Darkness Ancestral Symbol and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

Ding! The Desolate Monument is deeply shocked, adding +999 emotional value.

The monument spirit looked at him in astonishment. “How did you get the Darkness Ancestral Symbol?”

It recalled rumors that the Darkness Ancestral Symbol was a treasured inheritance of the Northern Xuan Region's Palace Of Darkness.

Could this man be from the Palace Of Darkness?

Chen Xuan replied, “Uh, a friend of mine once apprenticed under the Palace Of Darkness's leader. When she saw that I had a connection with the Darkness Ancestral Symbol, she gifted it to me.”

Yes, history is written by the victors. Who cares whether Bo Xuan would agree?

“Well, well! The time has finally come; my patience has paid off!” The monument spirit’s tone was filled with relief.

“Shall we begin, senior?” Chen Xuan asked.

“Yes! Help me eradicate the demon, and I’ll grant you the Desolate Scripture,” the monument spirit replied.

As soon as the words were spoken, a wave of terrifying demonic energy surged out once more.

“Heh, you think two weaklings like you can destroy me?” the demonic energy condensed into a black figure, radiating pure fury.

“Hmph, just a King of the 2nd Calamity Reincarnation Stage. What’s with the arrogance?” Chen Xuan retorted, already prepared for the confrontation.

“Foolish brat! When I ruled, your ancestors were probably still in diapers. And now you dare challenge me?” The shadow’s voice was chilling, full of hatred, as the demonic energy around him began to surge with a violent rage.

Chen Xuan shrugged, no longer interested in further argument. “In that case, let’s settle this with our fists!”

“Perfect timing! I’ll finish you off before you grow too strong and take both of those Ancestral Symbol!” The shadow’s voice dripped with killing intent.

In a flash, it stomped its foot, unleashing a wave of demonic energy that condensed into a colossal claw, hurtling toward Chen Xuan.

“Young friend, let’s strike together!” the monument spirit called, releasing a surge of ancient yellow light toward the demonic claw.

“An insect like you dares to boast? Die!” the shadow spat, fixing an icy gaze on Chen Xuan as the massive claw descended with a terrifying force.