Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 564 - 269: Cangyuan’s Changing Situation! Visitor from the Heavens! (4100 words)_2

He calmed down and channeled a wisp of his Divine Soul into the Ancient Scales.

He had tried this before, but all he had ever seen was darkness and nothing more.

This time, however, it was different.

The runes inside seemed to come to life, forming one vortex after another. They were incredibly intricate, as if containing some profound truth of the Great Way. These vortices constantly shifted and transformed, resembling a gateway situated in the endless Chaos.

Vaguely, a call seemed to emanate from the other side of the gateway.

"This Dragon Scale..." Wang Xiu exclaimed in amazement. "It's like a key that connects to some mysterious space!"

He probed again, seeking more information, but the vortex was unfathomably deep and hazy, making it impossible to see more. He could only glimpse a world-blotting Dragon shadow, wreathed in endless Stars. Each great star was a world unto itself, yet none were as vast as a single scale on the Dragon's body. The Stars converged into a river that revolved around the Dragon shadow, an impossibly mysterious sight.

But the vision lasted only for a moment before it blurred and vanished.

Darkness returned.

The Dragon Scale no longer glowed, as if those faint calls had exhausted all its energy.

Wang Xiu murmured to himself, "I can feel that the summons is very faint, as if it's crossing an endless, distant void… Is it because it's too far away?"

He buried the question deep in his heart, resolving to explore its secrets in the future. Then, he focused his attention once more, concentrating on his own transformation.

「Meanwhile.」

On the ruins of Demon Sea Island in the East Sea, an ancient Demon Pattern suddenly flashed with light.

The sea parted.

Several deep-sea behemoths arrived in silence. They slowly opened their mouths, each spitting out a single drop of purplish-black blood.

If a cultivator of the Righteous Path had been here, they would have been shocked. The blood was tainted with an astonishing demonic nature.

HUM!

As the drops of blood flew out, the deep-sea behemoths instantly withered, turning into piles of dry bones in the blink of an eye. The blood collided in the void, faintly coalescing into a vague silhouette.

"Sanqing... Wang Xiu... This Lord will remember you!"

With a flash of light, the presence vanished, leaving no trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

「Abyss Demon Realm.」

In the fifteenth layer of the Abyss lay the Calamity Demon Country. It was an ancient demon nation with a lineage stretching back to time immemorial, its bloodline stemming from the legendary Calamity Sky Demon. Home to billions of beings, its power was absolutely terrifying.

The bloodline of the Calamity Sky Demon drew its power from the world's disasters. The more catastrophic the calamity and the more beings that died tragically, the more horrifying the power they obtained.

Legend told of a pure-blooded Calamity Sky Demon from a distant age. To enhance their power, they turned several worlds into demonic lands. Instead of simply killing everyone, they used various means to inflict natural disasters and man-made calamities, torturing the inhabitants for thousands of years. Eventually, their power reached the absolute peak, causing all demons to tremble at the mere mention of their name.

Yet, even such a terrifying demon nation had now been annihilated.

Rivers of blood-colored light shot into the sky. Screams and howls echoed everywhere as countless massive buildings collapsed, turning into rubble and splintered wood.

Member after member of the Demon Race was slaughtered. Seductive demonesses were brutally slain. Corpses littered the ground.

The capital of the demon nation, once so glorious that not even a Demon Emperor would dare intrude, was now a field of ruins.

On the highest structure, a figure was bound by chains that pierced through his body. He was shackled in the void, his blood raining down and shaking the boundless space as thunder and lightning flashed across the terrifying firmament.

The aura of this figure was potent to the extreme, far surpassing that of any Demon Emperor. Though gravely wounded, completely bound, and with less than one percent of his power remaining, his aura alone was enough to make even mighty Demon Emperor-level experts tremble in fear, daring not even meet his gaze.

This was a Supreme of the Demon Race, a being comparable to a Quasi-Emperor of the Human Race. He was also the ruler of the Calamity Demon Country.

Yet now, this supreme ruler of a mighty demon nation was a wretched captive, his state utterly miserable.

"The Calamity Demon Country, which draws its power from calamity, has ultimately fallen to calamity. Tell me... isn't that a bit ironic?"

Before him, a man in purple robes spoke calmly, his voice as gentle as a poet's. Yet, all the surrounding experts of the Demon Race looked at him with eyes full of fear and terror. They could not forget how this seemingly gentle man had single-handedly suppressed the formidable Calamity Supreme just moments before. His ferocity was bone-chilling.

Beside the man in purple robes stood a youth of about seventeen or eighteen. He had cold eyes and skin as pale as death, reminiscent of a vampire from legend. He glanced indifferently at the dying Calamity Supreme and said, "Calamity is the natural state of the world. No one can avoid it, not even a Calamity Sky Demon!"

The man in purple robes nodded in satisfaction.

The youth asked, "Where to next? The Destruction Demon Kingdom?"

The man in purple robes shook his head with a faint smile. "No. The Northern Dipper Star Domain."

The youth looked at him, a flicker of excitement in his icy pupils. "You finally agreed to let me cross the Chaotic Sea!"

The man in purple robes replied, "We won't be taking the Chaotic Sea. There is another way."

The youth frowned. "You want me to sneak across?"

The man in purple robes chuckled. "As long as you get across, the method is unimportant."

The youth snorted. "The Human Emperor has been dead for eighty thousand years. I don't understand what you're afraid of."

His words were blatantly disrespectful, but the man in purple robes seemed unconcerned. His gaze was deep and heavy as he said, "It has only been eighty thousand years. Who can say for certain... that he is truly dead?"

The youth fell silent.

The purple-robed man chuckled and patted his head. "Don't worry. This time, you don't need to be discreet. Eat whatever you want, kill whomever you want. I have only one request: do not lose. Can you do that?"

The youth's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. "Of course!"

The man in purple robes advised, "Don't be too confident. The foundations of the Ancient Clans in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are not weak. Even the Human Race, which appears to be the weakest, once produced an existence like the Human Emperor. There are many inheritances from Ancient Emperors there… and plenty of Emperor's Daughters and Divine Sons."

The youth sneered with absolute confidence, "Emperor's Daughters? Divine Sons? I'll devour them all in one bite! They might stand a chance if a young Great Emperor himself showed up."

These words were incredibly arrogant. But the man in purple robes did not find them inappropriate. Instead, he burst out laughing, his eyes filled with admiration. "Good! Worthy of being the Imperial Son of my Devouring Clan. Only with such boldness can one become a true Demon Emperor!"

「Half a year later.」

Without the threat of the Demon Race, the Cangyuan Realm began to recover, entering a period of peace and rapid development. This was especially true for the Sanqing Immortal Sect. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After the battle in the East Sea, Wang Xiu had become a role model for the entire younger generation. Countless young prodigies flocked to the sect, seeking to join the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Even the scions of ancient, noble families were trying to pull strings, willing to offer great benefits just to secure a place for their children to cultivate.

Although the official recruitment season had not yet begun, Dragon Head Peak received a relentless stream of letters daily, like an avalanche of snowflakes. They were all letters of recommendation. Each disciple recommended in the letters was supposedly one in a million, leaving those in charge of selection spoiled for choice.

Zhuo Canglang was not one for rigid rules. He seized the opportunity to recruit a large wave of disciples, deepening the sect's foundation.

The Sanqing Immortal Sect was bustling with activity.

Luo Binglan, however, was not pleased. This was because nearly all these prospective disciples were there for Wang Xiu, hoping to join the Divination Sect. How could the Divination Sect possibly accommodate so many people? Especially now, with her being the only one available to act as their master. If she accepted them all, she would be worked to death.

Thus, she pestered Zhuo Canglang every day, demanding he assign the disciples elsewhere. This left Zhuo Canglang both vexed and delighted.

Just as everyone thought the Sanqing Immortal Sect was about to enter an era of great prosperity, several unexpected visitors arrived.

High in the Firmament, an impossibly lavish Phoenix Carriage hovered above the Sanqing Immortal Sect.

The beaded curtain was slightly lifted. A pair of indifferent eyes peered through, looking down through the sect's many layers of protective formations at the peaks of Sanqing. "It looks rather ordinary," a voice commented.

Beside the Phoenix Carriage, a tall old man radiating golden divine light replied with utmost reverence, "Reporting to the Young Master, Sanqing's glory is a thing of the past. A thousand years ago, they were indeed not weak. As for now, well, they are not terrible, but I fear there will be few who meet your requirements."

The curtain was lowered. "Enough," a languid and indifferent voice drawled from within. "Issue the edict."