Western Wilderness.
In the Kunlun Five Directions Heaven and Earth, it is the largest area and also the most mysterious territory.
Here are millions of great mountains, ancient sects, and the legacies left by forces, places where monstrous beasts like the ’Fallen Dragon Abyss’ dwell. Even after occupying the Western Wilderness for thousands of years, the Twelve Demon Sects dare not claim control over the whole of the Western Wilderness, only daring to hold a portion.
And in the face of the powerful Western Wilderness.
Southern Heaven can only barely hold on.
If it weren’t for the constant internal strife and machinations among themselves in the Western Wilderness, Southern Heaven might have long been devoured by the Western Wilderness, becoming a territory of a major Demon Sect leader. Moreover, countless old demons are hidden within the major mountain tops of the Western Wilderness!
But now.
Someone has dared to enter the Western Wilderness, wreaking havoc across one area.
Could it be!
The Western Wilderness is about to witness a repeat of the day when the Thirty-Six Sects were annihilated?
For ordinary demon cultivators, this is terrifying, but for those powerhouses, it incites deep fury.
"It’s an utter disgrace!"
"Since when has our Western Wilderness been so humiliated? Being slaughtered by a single person with such chaos and defeat? With only one of the Twelve Giants left?"
"Indeed, let him get out! Does he think he’s qualified to run amok in our Western Wilderness?"
For a moment.
Many powerhouses of the Western Wilderness were enraged.
There are forces independent of the Twelve Demon Sects, individual loose cultivators, and large family forces among them. If it were just an ordinary Celestial Immortal, they would ignore it. Over the years, have there not been enough Celestial Immortals who perished in the Western Wilderness?
However.
This is Ye Qingchen.
This is a fierce god who swept through Southern Heaven, single-handedly destroying eleven giants of the Western Wilderness. If they do not join forces to drive him out of the Western Wilderness, he might flatten the entire Western Wilderness!
"If Ye Qingchen obediently gets out of the Western Wilderness, all will be well. If he refuses, then do everything possible to kill him!"
Another elder, with red hair and beard, heavily slammed the table, his face flushed with anger as he shouted.
Demon Dao, Zonglong Mountain!
A family not inferior to the Twelve Demon Sects, but the family keeps a low profile and is not known to outsiders. Its strength can even subdue some small holy places, making them bow in submission!
"It’s just that Ye Qingchen came to the Western Wilderness specifically to hunt down the Blood Sword Ancestor!"
In the great hall.
Another elder with a cold face slightly frowned and said.
Chen Family!
An existence no less than Zonglong Mountain!
"No matter what he does! You only need to know that he is Ye Qingchen!" the red-haired elder shouted angrily: "He is too strong! Don’t forget the actions you all took in Southern Heaven! If you don’t kill him now, are you waiting for the fate of the Twelve Demon Sects to befall us?"
"Indeed!"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
Everyone present had once swept through Southern Heaven. If Ye Qingchen destroys the Blood Demon Ancestor and stays in the Western Wilderness to settle scores with them, what would they do next?
So it would be better to take action first!
...
Just as the Western Wilderness was in turmoil.
Ye Qingchen had already leisurely left Mountain City and found a peak to occupy at random. Even for him, after experiencing the battle with the Eight-faced Buddha and the siege of the eleven giants, traversing a thousand miles and enduring countless pursuits, he was quite exhausted.
Moreover.
In Mountain City, he killed the Blood Demon Ancestor publicly, and by now, this news must have spread across the Western Wilderness. Furthermore, with the Blood Sword Ancestor still alive and having entrenched in Southern Heaven for many years, knowing all this, he would definitely spare no effort to stop him.
Therefore, Ye Qingchen had to make preparations in advance.
Fortunately, he still had many pills and casually laid down an array to avoid being disturbed, and within three or four days, he had completely recovered.
"Indeed, fighting is the fastest way to improve strength!"
Ye Qingchen couldn’t help but sigh.
At this moment.
His cultivation was now firmly stabilized at the Celestial Immortal Fourth Layer, even with considerable improvement.
"Even the Blood Demon Ancestor knew to spare no effort to block me. Having cultivated here for so long, who knows how many preparations the Blood Sword Ancestor has made!"
"Right, I almost forgot about him!"
Ye Qingchen slapped his forehead.
Speaking, he waved his hand.
With a clanging sound, the Crimson Mist Cauldron appeared in front of him. Outside the giant Crimson Mist Cauldron, the flames turned into chains, locking the massive cauldron, with no sign of movement inside from divine sense penetration.
As if the Eight-faced Buddha had already been refined!
But Ye Qingchen knew it wasn’t that easy.
He pinched an incantation, and the calm Crimson Mist Cauldron suddenly trembled, with an endless fury flame surging fiercely. The blazing flames intertwined, forming nine fire dragons, each a hundred feet long, with perfect intricate patterns, scales, and dragon whiskers all composed of flame.
"Ye Qingchen, what do you intend to do?"
Sensing Ye Qingchen’s movement, the alchemy furnace erupted with a roar of rage. For a powerhouse at the Celestial Immortal Seventh Layer, the Crimson Mist Cauldron could at most imprison him, not refine him.
During this time, he had been pondering ways to escape the alchemy furnace, unexpected that Ye Qingchen would directly take action against him.
"Guess what I intend to do?" Ye Qingchen ignored him, hands continuously pinching incantations, the nine dragons roared, opening their mouths, pouring raging flames, engulfing the alchemy furnace.
"You want to refine me?"
The Eight-faced Buddha’s spirit scattered in panic, quickly trembling in fear and cursed:
"You cannot do this! I am the master of Netherworld Mountain, if you refine me, the Ghost Cultivators of Western Wilderness will not let you go! Besides me, there are eleven other giants in the Western Wilderness..."
"Are you talking about Daoist Monarch Bai Gu and the others? I just flattened Mountain City a few days ago and killed the Blood Demon Ancestor! Now, the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness has only the last Blood Sword Ancestor!"
Ye Qingchen said nonchalantly while continuing to pinch incantations.
"When I refine you into a Divine Soul Puppet, with nine Celestial Immortal ghost deities at my side, who in the Western Wilderness can stop me?"
"Boom!"
As his words fell.
Ye Qingchen clapped his hands together, and the flames surrounding the alchemy furnace spiraled and gathered rapidly, forming countless symbols. Each symbol contained infinite power of true flame!
"How is this possible?"
"The Western Wilderness Twelve Demon Sects have only the Blood Sword Ancestor left?"
The Eight-faced Buddha, who once harbored a shred of hope, saw this hope thoroughly shattered upon hearing these words. Facing the overwhelming furious flames sweeping in from all directions, the Eight-faced Buddha was completely in despair.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who had refined eight Divine Soul Puppets before, naturally knew that once refined, he would lose all consciousness, becoming a mere walking corpse.
"Even if I have to explode my divine soul, I won’t let you refine me!"
The Eight-faced Buddha roared wildly.
"Explode!" "Explode!" "Explode!"
Continuous roars rose aggressively.
The massive Crimson Mist Cauldron shook violently at this moment, terrifying energy continuously leaking out.
Yet.
Ye Qingchen’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this, he pinched an incantation.
"Seal!"
The nine dragons surrounding the Crimson Mist Cauldron roared with heaven-shocking cries, their forms recoiled, the terrifying sealing power swiftly infiltrating the Crimson Mist Cauldron.
"Ye Qingchen, what have you done?"
The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly, in panic, discovered that his vast cultivation was forcibly sealed, like a tranquil ancient well, unable to stir any ripples at all!
Ye Qingchen smirked silently.
The power of a Celestial Immortal is enough to control a place’s heavens and earth, let alone suppress an alchemy furnace? Besides, this alchemy furnace is his magical treasure, controlled by his willpower. If he allowed the Eight-faced Buddha to self-destruct within the Crimson Mist Cauldron, he might as well dispense with his Celestial Immortal cultivation altogether.
"No..."
"Ye Qingchen, Mr. Ye, I beg you to spare my life! As long as you spare me, I’m willing to sign a Divine Soul Contract, never to betray you in eternity!"
"Ye Qingchen! Ye the Demon! I curse you; your family, friends, everyone you care about, will never reincarnate..."
No matter how the Eight-faced Buddha pleaded, cursed, or tempted.
Ye Qingchen ignored it all, systematically pinching incantation after incantation, focused on erasing the Eight-faced Buddha’s divine soul, refining him into a ghost deity puppet.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The raging flames persisted.
Within just half a day, the Eight-faced Buddha’s divine soul had been completely wiped out.
But Ye Qingchen had no intention of stopping.
One day, two days, three days...
In the blink of an eye.
Seven days passed!
Until the morning of the eighth day, as the sun rose, Ye Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes:
"It’s done!"