Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 577: Chapter 577 People from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple Chapter 577: Chapter 577 People from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple Looking up.

Concubine Yun Xia’s pupils shrank!

She saw a Spirit Boat hovering in the air above her, surrounded by lightning.

On the boat stood an old man and two youngsters.

One of them, a sharp-faced girl about nineteen years old, was looking at the Blood Bodhi with a delighted expression.

“I didn’t expect such a tattered place to have something as good as a Blood Bodhi.”

“The probability of breaking through the Nascent Soul Realm has increased by another ten percent, hehe!”

Concubine Yun Xia scolded angrily: “Isn’t it too rude to snatch someone else’s belongings?”

Even though the other party was obviously not simple.

But she was also not someone weak and easily taken advantage of!

The sharp-faced girl glanced over, her thin lips curling slightly as she said sharply:

“What use does a person who failed to survive the tribulation have for a Blood Bodhi?”

“Even if you have more, it would be hard to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in this lifetime.”

With that, she casually tossed a bright red Spirit Pill down.

“This is a Spirit Pill that prolongs life by ten years; take it to live a few more years.”

Concubine Yun Xia, furious, struck the Spirit Pill away with a palm strike, saying coldly: “Who wants your pill?”

“Return the Blood Bodhi to me!”

Not to mention that a pill that prolongs life paled in comparison to the value of a Blood Bodhi.

Even if it surpassed the value, so what?

Openly robbing and then justifying it?

Even Jiang Fan frowned slightly.

This girl was really overbearing!

Relying on a bit of divine skills, she just took someone else’s treasure as such?

And then nonchalantly threw down a Spirit Pill as if she was being charitable!

The girl sneered, ignoring her disdainfully.

The young man beside her, about twenty years old, was rubbing his chin, his gaze wantonly roaming over Concubine Yun Xia’s body.

Lingering even more so on her ample chest.

“Which tribe of the Demon Race are you from?”

“Such a beautiful woman of the Demon Race is rare indeed. I am Lu Liang of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple, and I wish to befriend you, Fairy.”

The Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple?

Just now, with a face full of anger, Concubine Yun Xia’s expression changed drastically.

One of the Outer Realm Divine Sects, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple?

That was a colossal entity!

A transcendent force far beyond the Demon Race’s ability to contend with.

“Sit down properly.”

“Don’t cause trouble while away from home.”

At this moment.

The Daoist-robed old man standing at the front of the Spirit Boat spoke coldly.

Lu Liang and the girl hurriedly shrank back, obediently sitting down, not daring to breathe loudly.

The Daoist-robed old man glanced down at them.

He had crane-white hair and a child’s face, with a terrifying aura swirling around him.

Even more formidable than the Demon Emperor.

His gaze swept over Concubine Yun Xia, seemingly detecting the Demon Emperor’s aura within her.

A trace of fear flickered in his eyes.

With a bow, he said: “My young disciples are ignorant and have offended you.”

“The Blood Bodhi is of great use for my disciple’s breakthrough to the Nascent Soul; I beg you to part with it.”

“This item is a gift to you, let it serve as an exchange.”

He waved his horsetail whisk.

A strand of silk fell, drifting down into Concubine Yun Xia’s hand.

She looked at it closely, confusion in her eyes.

Though she did not know what it was, its astonishing spirit light was clearly not of ordinary quality.

“This is Calming Lotus Silk. Keep it with you, and it will weaken the Evil Qi within you, giving you hope of breaking through to the Nascent Soul again.”

Upon hearing this, Concubine Yun Xia’s beautiful eyes sparkled.

She showed a look of delight and quickly bowed: “Thank you, Senior!”

The so-called Evil Qi was the residue within her from the last time she failed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Its presence hindered her ability to sense the Nascent Soul Realm, making it impossible to break through for a long time.

This was why the girl had said she would never be able to break through to the Nascent Soul again.

For someone who failed once, it was nearly impossible to break through to the Nascent Soul again.

But this strand of Calming Lotus Silk brought her hope.

Though it might not completely eliminate the Evil Qi.

Any amount of hope was still hope!

The old man nodded.

He waved his horsetail whisk again, and the Spirit Boat turned into a streak of lightning, heading westward.

Concubine Yun Xia was overjoyed, her face lighting up with long-lost happiness.

Until Jiang Fan doused her with cold water.

“Still smiling? They’ve gone towards the Nine-Dynasty Ancient Capital!”

Her expression changed instantly, saying: “Not good.”

“Golden Claw Iron Wolf, run faster!”

If they were late.

They wouldn’t get anything.

In the meantime.

On the Spirit Boat.

The girl grumbled: “Master, why were you so polite to that woman?”

“She’s just a woman of the Demon Race.”

The old man said indifferently: “She has the aura of the Demon Emperor on her.”

“Unexpectedly, she should be a woman of the Sky Demon Emperor, the ruler among the Demon Race in this place.”

The girl scoffed: “We are from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple, and Master, your strength is not weaker than this Demon Emperor either.”

“Are you afraid of him?”

She glanced at her Master’s horsetail whisk.

Those strands of silk, her Master usually didn’t give to his disciples.

But they were given to that woman for nothing.

The old man sighed and said: “A strong dragon does not suppress a local snake.”

“The Sky Demon Emperor can unify the Demon Race, he must have his abilities.”

“There’s no need to provoke him if unnecessary.”

“When away from home, more caution and less recklessness is always good!”

Lu Liang was still thinking about Concubine Yun Xia’s stunning immortal beauty and top-grade figure.

His eyes rolled as he said:

“Master, after we retrieve the Six-Path Master’s remains, can we stay here a few more days?”

The old man’s face slightly sank: “The Six-Path Master is not necessarily dead!”

“Years ago, when he and the Tiger Demon Emperor explored the Secret Realm of the Nine-Dynasty Ancient Capital.”

“One went missing, the other died violently.”

“The Tiger Demon Emperor is truly dead, but he may not be.”

“From what I know of him, he always leaves a way out; he wouldn’t fall so easily.”

Lu Liang’s heart trembled.

He showed a trace of worry: “What if he’s still alive; can you handle him, Master?”

“After all, he is the notorious Six-Path Master.”

“The number of Nascent Soul Masters who died at his hands can’t be counted on ten fingers.”

The old man glanced at him: “That’s why you must be vigilant.”

“Stop thinking about women!”

Lu Liang grinned sheepishly.

It turned out his Master had seen through his thoughts.

The old man’s tone softened as he said: “Do your job well.”

“If you can find what was stolen by the Six-Path Master years ago, I will negotiate with the Sky Demon Emperor.”

“I’ll get that woman for you.”

Lu Liang was overjoyed.

Just thinking about conquering that immortal-like top-grade woman of the Demon Race made his eyes flare hot with anticipation.

Days later.

On the far western edge of the Demon Race lands.

This place was no longer a world of boundless white snow.

Instead, it was a murky, swamp-like black land.

The sky was overcast, never seeing the sun year-round.

A rat with wet fur was searching for food in the mud.

Suddenly.

A patterned viper sprang from the mud beside it, biting it and then coiling around it tightly.

The two creatures struggled violently in the mud.

Smack—

At that moment.

A huge wolf claw stomped down hard.

Both the snake and rat were crushed into pulp on the spot.

“Is this the Nine-Dynasty Ancient Capital?”

Standing on the back of the Golden Claw Iron Wolf, Jiang Fan was awestruck as he looked at the endless ruins on the black land.

Within the sight of dozens of miles around.

All were densely dotted ruins.

Collapsed stone beams.

Walls swaying in the wind.

Half-buried stone doors in the mud.

…

One could vaguely see the city’s once magnificent prosperity.

But a thousand years later, only rubble remained, a scarred ruin.

Concubine Yun Xia sighed slightly: “Our Demon Race was once glorious.”

Only powerful demons with humanoid forms or near-human forms would live in such houses.

It could be imagined how prosperous the Demon Race was back then.

But it was all in the past.

Everything became a lament of history.

Her eyes focused, saying: “West Bell Temple is over there!”

Jiang Fan followed her line of sight.

On a towering mountain, there indeed was a dilapidated temple ruin.

His heart tightened, saying: “The people from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple should have arrived at least two days before us.”

“I hope we are not too late.”

This made Concubine Yun Xia tense too.

They hastily made their way to the ruined temple.

The ground at the former site of the Hall of Great Strength had collapsed, revealing a huge hole.

A dust-covered staircase led straight down.

On the steps, faintly, there were three sets of footprints.

It was clear that the three had already gone in.

“We are indeed late.” Jiang Fan frowned.

The Evil Spirit chuckled: “I’m not in a hurry, why are you?”

Huh?

True, the Evil Spirit should have been more anxious about someone else getting there first.

Why hadn’t it urged them at all?

Could it be that this path did not lead to the Secret Realm?