Chapter 135: Let’s Go

"It is truly possible to supplant the Heavenly Dao!"

As his divine sense merged into the River of the Underworld, a brilliant light flashed deep within Li Changsheng's eyes. He discovered that he could easily perceive everything happening within this realm.

The bedraggled blood-shadow fleeing deep within the canyon, Zhao Wan'er waiting quietly atop a distant mountain peak, Liu Ruyan and Xiao Tianding in the main hall of the Immortal Forest Sect, Zhao Ming and Elder Jian in the lands of Chuling, and even the great top-tier clans across the Northern Territory, Western Desert, Southern Border, and the Three Tombs and Six Seas...

Every blade of grass and every tree lay within the reach of Li Changsheng's divine sense.

However, within a few breaths, Li Changsheng suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His soul throbbed with a faint pain.

"Is the divine sense of the Immortal Realm unable to sustain this for long?"

Murmuring to himself, Li Changsheng withdrew his divine sense. With a flick of his hand, he produced a high-quality Spirit-Condensing Pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, a ray of divine light flashing within them. The fatigue in his soul was swept away.

"River of the Underworld."

After a pause, Li Changsheng spoke softly, his eyes lost in thought. As the void behind him trembled, it suddenly tore open a massive rift. Within it, a dark and gloomy river flowed, emitting an incredibly illusory aura. To Li Changsheng, that aura seemed to concern the path of truth and falsehood.

"False."

Acting on a whim, Li Changsheng let his gaze sweep over a large boulder nearby and uttered the word. The boulder suddenly shuddered and vanished, as if it had never existed—or rather, as if it were never meant to exist at all.

*Interesting...*

Looking at the empty space where the boulder had been, a sharp glint flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes as he murmured to himself. Just then, a cold breeze swept through the area, and a thought occurred to him.

"True."

*True!*

As the word fell, the void in the vicinity suddenly trembled. An arcane aura surged, and the cold breeze intensified instantly. It howled and swirled, and within a few breaths, the area had transformed into a fierce, wind-swept valley. A boundless, cutting aura radiated from it, as if it were a forbidden zone.

"If this technique were used in combat... it would surely be even more effective," Li Changsheng mused, feeling the howling wind and the faint sense of tearing power around him. After a brief pause, he shook his head with a light laugh.

He took a step and vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was atop a mountain peak where a breathtakingly beautiful woman in black, radiating a cold, aloof aura, was waiting silently. This was none other than Zhao Wan'er.

"Young Master."

Noticing Li Changsheng's arrival, Zhao Wan'er bowed respectfully.

"There has been a change of plans; you must accompany me to the Sea of Demonic Cultivation," Li Changsheng said calmly.

"Your servant obeys," Zhao Wan'er replied, her expression unchanging.

"Let us go."

Li Changsheng chuckled, took a step, and pulled Zhao Wan'er into his arms. With another light stride, their figures vanished. Lin Hao was not yet dead, but there was no rush. If he did not explore the Sea of Demonic Cultivation, Li Changsheng would never be truly at ease.

However, not long after the two disappeared, the void above the mountain peak they had just occupied suddenly trembled. A woman in plain white robes, her face somewhat sullen, suddenly appeared. Her figure was translucent, and her aura was incredibly holy, like a fairy from the nine heavens. If not for the dark, resentful expression on her face, she would have been a sight to behold.

"Li Changsheng..."

"You destroyed my clan, ruined my spirit body, and seized my supreme Immortal Vein. This hatred... is irreconcilable."

The woman stared fixedly at the spot where Li Changsheng had stood, her eyes cold, her voice trembling. Her expression grew increasingly dark.

"This direction... is it the Sea of Demonic Cultivation?"

Suddenly, the woman seemed to sense something. Her brows furrowed, and a deep look flashed in her eyes. After a moment, she vanished.

At the same time, in the boundless forests bordering Chuling—the Southern Border—within a valley filled with strange, towering trees and a bone-chilling, cold aura, a woman in purple appeared. Her face was grim, her clothes tattered, and deep in her eyes lay infinite panic.

The Phantom Demon Palace had suffered a sudden disaster; powerful enemies had attacked. The elders had been slaughtered, and as the Saintess of the Phantom Demon Palace, she should have been unable to escape. But the Sect Master had paid a great price to send her out.

"I should be close to the place the Sect Master mentioned..."

The woman looked solemn, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and flipped her hand to reveal a jade slip emitting a pale white light. She probed it with her divine sense and murmured to herself.

After a moment, the woman put away the jade slip and was about to continue forward when her pupils suddenly contracted!

"Since you're here, why not stay and entertain me?"

As a frivolous, lewd voice rang out, several figures in strange attire stepped out from the woods. Seeing this, the woman's heart sank, and a trace of killing intent flashed deep within her eyes.

...

At this moment, Li Changsheng had already crossed the Eastern Region and was walking through the air at the border of the Northern Territory and the Eastern Region. About a few breaths later, they arrived at a gloomy sea area shrouded in perpetual mist.

*Splash... splash...*

The sound of waves crashing against the coastal reefs echoed continuously. A sea breeze, tinged with a fishy odor, brushed against their faces. If not for the sound of the wind and waves, no one would have imagined that this mist-covered place was actually a sea.

"Young Master, wait."

"This place is strange; Wan'er is willing to go ahead and scout the path first."

Looking at the vast white expanse ahead, Zhao Wan'er looked grave, her voice respectful. When she first sensed the mist, she had sent out her divine sense, but it could not penetrate it at all. This meant that if they entered this fog, they could only rely on their eyes. If they encountered danger, they would only know when it was right upon them. This place was far too诡异 (mysterious/eerie).

"No need."

Li Changsheng remained calm, shook his head, and replied indifferently.

"But..."

Zhao Wan'er hesitated, as if she wanted to say more. But Li Changsheng already had his arm around her, and with a single step, they entered the mist.

"False."

Feeling the mist flowing around them, Li Changsheng felt only disdain. As the word fell, the entire sea area suddenly trembled! An incredibly mysterious aura swept out, and the fog began to churn and reverse! Within a few breaths, it had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed at all!

This scene was truly shocking. That massive, eerie mist, which even divine sense could not penetrate and which spiritual power would find hard to disperse, had dissipated at the Young Master’s single word!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wan'er's respect deepened.

Now, the view of the sea below fell into their eyes. It was a pitch-black ocean. As far as the eye could see, for tens of thousands of miles, everything was ink-black. A terrifying, violent aura permeated the sea, giving one the feeling that something incredibly malevolent must reside within.

This was the Sea of Demonic Cultivation.

There was only one legend regarding this sea: To cultivate the True Demonic Path, one must enter the Sea of Demonic Cultivation. No one knew how the "Demon" was cultivated. Even the demonic cultivators who walked out of the Sea of Demonic Cultivation alive never spoke a word about it. To all living beings, this place represented mystery, the root of the demonic, and infinite terror.

"The ruins of the gods, deep beneath the Sea of Demonic Cultivation."

With a wave of his hand, a jade slip appeared in his palm, and Li Changsheng probed it with his divine sense. Before long, his eyes shone, and he muttered to himself. The place was exactly as recorded in the jade slip, without the slightest discrepancy.

"Let's be quick."

Li Changsheng remained calm, pulled his beauty closer, and flew straight toward the Sea of Demonic Cultivation. They arrived in an instant and, without delay, stepped inside.

*Screech!!!*

As soon as they entered the sea, Li Changsheng felt the water suddenly begin to boil! A shrill roar came from all directions, piercing their souls, and the boundless violent aura within the seawater surged violently! It wrapped tightly around them, rushing into their bodies as if it wanted to assimilate them alive!

Seeing this, Li Changsheng merely shook his head, paying no mind. This level of violent aura could not harm him. If it had been before he opened his Immortal Veins, he might have found it troublesome. But now that his Immortal Veins were open, the difference was like heaven and earth. Moreover, he had opened over a thousand top-grade Immortal Veins.

In Li Changsheng's estimation, the quality of his Immortal Veins was far purer than the violent aura in this sea. These were the highest quality Immortal Veins from the Land of Ultimate Immortals. A single one, left to be sullied in this place for ten thousand years, would likely not suffer the slightest damage—let alone over a thousand of them combined.

As for Zhao Wan'er, Li Changsheng felt there was even less need to worry. As a Saintess of the Nine Li Demon Clan, she possessed a natural demonic body. Whether it was her demonic nature or her control over violent will, she was second to none. If one were to ask what power in the world was more violent than demonic nature?

The two understood this, naturally turning a blind eye to the violent aura and letting it approach. As expected, the violent aura could not touch Li Changsheng in the slightest and instead rushed toward Zhao Wan'er. Zhao Wan'er was like a bottomless pit, accepting all of this eerie power and refining it completely.

It would be a waste not to take what was freely given.

As time passed, the violent aura around Zhao Wan'er grew increasingly dense. The sea suddenly trembled! As if it sensed the demonic nature permeating Zhao Wan'er, the sea actually began to shake! The violent aura that had been trying to assimilate them a second ago turned and dispersed in all directions!

These two were far too terrifying! It was impossible to assimilate them!

"Boring."

Li Changsheng saw this, his expression unmoved, a flash of disdain deep in his eyes. For all the legends surrounding this sea, they likely stopped at the Immortal Realm. Below the Immortal Realm, one could not withstand this violent aura. Above the Immortal Realm, possessing Immortal Veins, one could protect oneself from being affected or assimilated. The legends, naturally, fell apart. At least, that was Li Changsheng's own direct experience as one in the Immortal Realm...

After the violent aura subsided, Li Changsheng and his companion did not delay and continued to fly deeper. The sea was pitch black, and as far as the eye could see, it was an endless void. Even when he spread his divine sense, it remained pitch black, like an endless abyss.

The deeper they went, the lower the temperature of the seawater became. The chill seemed to seep into their souls, permeating the space around them. But Li Changsheng and Zhao Wan'er ignored it, continuing their descent.

Before long, an undercurrent surged! It churned the surrounding seawater, forming an underwater storm that swept toward them, intending to tear their bodies apart! Although the undercurrent storm was fierce, Li Changsheng remained calm.

"False."

As the word was uttered, a mysterious power swept over them. The undercurrent, which had been so fierce a moment ago, collapsed in an instant! This collapse had no warning. Even Zhao Wan'er was somewhat surprised. When had the Young Master become this strong? Could it be that the Young Master’s tribulation-transcending hundred-vein opening was already comparable to an ancient Immortal Venerable?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wan'er’s respect grew even deeper. The legend of the Immortal Venerable of the Hundred Veins slaughtering gods was widely known in the Qingling Realm; no one was unaware of its might or its name. If the Young Master had also become an immortal with a hundred veins, he would surely reach the level of an Immortal Venerable in the future! That was a myth that had shaken the world and been passed down for a thousand years... How could a subordinate not be willing to follow such a person?

"Ding~ Host's 'cool factor' has increased. Bonus reward: 500 Destiny Points."

The system's voice sounded right on cue. Li Changsheng remained calm, showing no emotion. The increase in his "cool factor" was expected. However, five hundred Destiny Points were truly too few to pique his interest.

"Following this direction, we should be almost there."

After a brief pause, Li Changsheng pointed toward the pitch-black depths below and spoke indifferently. As he finished speaking, he pulled Zhao Wan'er into his arms, took a step, and flew rapidly downward.

Before long, a faint golden light appeared in their eyes—a glimmer of dawn in the endless black sea. The golden light magnified rapidly in their sight, until finally, a golden barrier radiating an infinitely holy will appeared before them.

"ROAR!!!"

Just then, a hideous, terrifying fish-like monster appeared and lunged at Li Changsheng and Zhao Wan'er! Li Changsheng remained calm and ignored it. Zhao Wan'er, however, flicked her wrist, and her Demonic Blade, *Oblivion*, manifested. As a purple-black light flashed on the thin blade, the ugly monster was instantly torn to pieces!

"Ding~ Host has shocked the beasts. Bonus reward: 100 Destiny Points."

*100?? Shocked the beasts??*

Li Changsheng's mouth twitched, feeling helpless. *Does Li Changsheng lack this few Destiny Points? The coolness level is too low.*

"Young Master, there must be many ferocious beasts outside this place. It must be that the power of the barrier is too hard to break, which is why these beasts are lurking here," Zhao Wan'er analyzed, her eyes deep and earnest. If the two of them had to break it, it would surely take some effort...

As she thought of this, she was about to continue when a *bang* shattered the silence—Li Changsheng had already walked inside.

"Come in."

Li Changsheng spoke calmly, then stepped forward into the interior. Seeing this, Zhao Wan'er's cheeks flushed, and she said no more, following quietly behind him.

*This barrier looks like it would take even an Ancient Realm cultivator some effort to break... Could the Young Master have already become this strong?* Zhao Wan'er pondered, while Li Changsheng remained as calm as ever.

He spread his divine sense, sweeping across the area covered by the barrier, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. The place was not large, covering only a thousand miles. But within this thousand-mile radius, everything was in ruins. Only a pitch-black altar in the center remained completely undamaged.