CHAPTER 351: CHAPTER 323: DIANCHUAN MILITARY GOVERNOR! GAO TIANXIONG!_2

But the presence of a Primordial Spirit Boss served as a clear dividing line. Otherwise, there would be no distinction between superiors and inferiors.

Now, the situation in Dianchuan Province could be described as critical, beyond salvage by any single party’s effort.

Watching the representation of the encircling demon tide on the sand table, Yu Xiu glanced at the six individuals beside him. His expression remained as calm and indifferent as always.

Feeling as if he was the only one left in the dark, Yu Xiu hesitated for a moment before turning to Xu Zhishi, Patriarch of the Xu Family, and asking, "Patriarch Xu, do you perhaps know..."

Before Yu Xiu could finish his sentence, a sudden ripple emerged from the depths of the void, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. As the ripples intensified, a tall and handsome young man with an imposing presence stepped forth.

Behind this man stood Qi Xiu, Nangong Qingqiu, Zhao Zaiyang, and others. He was clearly the one who had rescued them from the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel at Ten Thousand Caves Mountain.

However, after emerging from the depths of the void, Qi Xiu and the others coldly turned their faces away from their savior. Without uttering a word, they walked over to their elders, completely ignoring the helpless, wryly smiling young man behind them.

"It’s good that you’re back." Seeing Qi Xiu and Nangong Qingqiu return unharmed, Dongfang Qing nodded with a smile. He then looked up at the young man, a hint of solemnity in his eyes. Is it him?

This person looks strangely familiar...

The Primordial Spirit Bosses from various factions all turned their gazes upon the young man. Their piercing eyes, capable of transcending the void and observing the cosmos, fell upon him, yet he seemed entirely unconcerned. Who is this person, to be stared at by so many Primordial Spirit Bosses and still remain unperturbed... that presence... HISS! Primordial Spirit Realm!

The six Sect Masters below also looked at the young man with curiosity. But when they sensed the subtle yet oppressive aura emanating from the man, their expressions changed instantly. That’s right, it was the aura of a Primordial Spirit Boss!

The sudden appearance of another Primordial Spirit Boss lent a heavy air to the atmosphere.

Zhao Gengyun chuckled, breaking the deadly silence. "Similar, indeed very similar."

Similar? Similar to what?

At this sensitive moment, Yu Xiu, hearing these words, quickly reviewed his memories. In the next instant, an imposing face somewhat resembling the young man’s surfaced in his mind! It is him!

Leaping to his feet without a care for decorum, Yu Xiu rushed in front of the young man and stared at him with eyes as deep as the starry sea, scrutinizing every detail. With a grave face, and although he already knew the answer, Yu Xiu still reluctantly asked, "Are you really..."

"Whether it is or isn’t, you already know the answer, elder." With a faint smile, the young man did not directly address his question.

And while everyone was busy speculating about this sudden Primordial Spirit Boss, the churning demon tide on the sand table had already neared Hongya Mansion.

Demonic Evil Cultivators emerged from the enigmatic and dark abyss, from cracks in the ground, swirling mists, and the shadows of stars. They converged from all directions into an unstoppable force.

These demons varied greatly in appearance. Some were as enormous as mountains, their eyes glinting with greedy red light; others were as small as ants yet carried the breath of annihilation.

Their screams and roars interwove into a panic-inducing symphony that climbed to the heavens, shaking the earth and sky.

The pitch-black Demon Qi and Demon Fog swirled among them like a dark cloud pressing down, blotting out the light of the sun, moon, and stars, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Every bloodthirsty pair of eyes radiated a craving to devour everything.

This swirling torrent, vast and relentless, was not just a gathering of numbers; it was a resonance of darkness and chaos.

Yet, amid this terrifying tide of Demonic Evil Cultivators, there lurked an even deeper malignity—a brazen ambition to overturn the heavens and remold the rules of the world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, long time no see." At the forefront of the onslaught, the six Kings smiled broadly.

As of today, Dianchuan Province could be said to be in their bag. Unless Great Xuan was willing to provoke a full-scale conflict with the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and send reinforcements, the outcome was set in stone.

And given the current state of Great Xuan, it was fortunate enough to be able to save itself. Send troops? Send what, exactly!

"A few little fish, aren’t you afraid of being unable to return?" Sucking on his smoking pipe, Zhao Gengyun spoke slowly amidst swirling smoke. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like a mighty earthquake to the ears of the six Kings, nearly shaking them off the tide.

Suppressing the trembling in their hearts, the Green Hill Ruler smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, "Boqing Zhenzun is joking. We are here today upon orders as well.

"The matter of Dianchuan is already a foregone conclusion.

"Why don’t you elders take your disciples and leave early for another celestial mountain or blessed land? Why bother lingering here?"

Similar to how demons are addressed as Demon Kings or Demon Ancestors, Human Cultivators in the Blood-Stained Realm are referred to as True Persons. Those in the Dao Body Realm are called True Monarchs, and Primordial Spirit Bosses are known as True Venerables.

Zhao Gengyun’s Taoist title was Boqing Zhenzun.

"Heh, clever little fox, but what if we don’t leave, what can you do about it?" Blowing out a puff of smoke, Zhao Gengyun chuckled heartily, apparently unmoved by the demon tide that covered the sky and land.