Chapter 120: The Ancient Mystic-Eyed Demon Dragon

At this moment, deep within the Ancient Mysterious Wild Demon Domain, Qin Xuanxi sat cross-legged upon the desert sands. Divine light flowed over her body, and behind her hovered a circular, resplendent glass-like sigil.

Suddenly, a white fox appeared before her out of thin air and spoke, “Unexpectedly, you have formed the Ancient Supreme Seal within your body in just three years.”

“Now, I can take you to the Ancient Platform.”

“On the Ancient Platform, by perfecting the Ancient Supreme Seal, you will have the chance to break through the shackles of your cultivation and ascend to the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Realm.”

“Of course, the risk of failure is even greater. Should you fail, you must wait another ten years here before you can attempt the Ancient Platform again.”

“So, are you ready now?”

Qin Xuanxi rose, her expression still proud and aloof. “Take me to the Ancient Platform.”

“The Ancient Platform has always been here.”

No sooner had the white fox finished speaking than a towering black platform suddenly materialized upon the desert ahead. Its base was piled high with countless white bones. The white fox said, “These bones belonged to Imperial Demon Lords of great renown across the Xuanying Continent, just like you once were. But even they, after coming here and turning to bones, were unable to comprehend the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Realm.”

“As for you, whether you become another pile of bones here, or can forge the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Demon Body upon that platform and grasp the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Realm, depends solely on your own fate.”

Qin Xuanxi said nothing and stepped onto the platform, climbing the stairs constructed from countless white bones. Once atop, she sat cross-legged, initiating the formation of the Ancient Supreme Seal within her body. Behind her, a colossal glass-like sigil appeared, shimmering with countless flowing lights.

Suddenly, the entire desert began to tremble. One by one, ancient beings burst forth from beneath the sands, swiftly flying into the glass sigil behind Qin Xuanxi.

“Ancient Mysterious-Eyed Demon Dragon?!”

The white fox’s eyes widened in surprise as a massive black dragon also entered the sigil behind Qin Xuanxi. “Unexpectedly, even the Ancient Mysterious-Eyed Demon Dragon is willing to aid her in forging the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Demon Body. It seems she is about to ascend to the Ancient Supreme Heavy Nether Realm.”

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Meanwhile, in Yan City’s Huaiye Street, at the Fulai Inn, in a room on the second floor marked with the character “Yu,”

Yu Qiongyin instructed a waiter to prepare a table of food and wine inside the room. Seizing the moment, she asked the waiter, “Have you ever seen the daughter of the Marquis of Xiang?”

The waiter shook his head. “The Marquis’s daughter is no ordinary person a commoner like me can easily meet. But her fiancé? I see him quite often.”

“Who is her fiancé?” Yu Qiongyin pressed.

“He’s Song Ye, an officer working at the Prefect’s Office. Three years ago, he was just a minor patrol official. Now he’s been promoted to a squad leader. Unfortunately, his fate is bleak—if that wedding three years ago hadn’t been sabotaged and the princess hadn’t disappeared, he would have already been the county’s deputy marshal,” the waiter explained.

Curious, Yu Qiongyin asked, “A county princess marrying a low-ranking official at the prefecture? Does this official have some special talent?”

“That’s the fiancé, Squad Leader Song,” the waiter said, pointing to a small noodle shop across the street below the window.

Yu Qiongyin looked in that direction.

There, Song Ye leisurely ate noodles alone in the little shop.

The Prefect’s Office had three squad leaders; Song Ye was one of them.

His main responsibility was maintaining security across the districts of Yan City, assigning patrol officers to watch over the streets.

Whenever there were petty thieves or fights, the patrol officers had to respond immediately.

Though Song Ye was now a minor official who could command others, he still often patrolled the streets himself to oversee operations firsthand.

It was now lunchtime, and Song Ye had just casually come in to eat noodles, barely paying attention to his meal.

Yu Qiongyin watched him secretly from the inn’s second-floor window, inwardly thinking, ‘This fellow is quite handsome. Though I don’t know how beautiful the princess truly is, her taste certainly seems good.’

At least, she believed the princess’s aesthetic aligned with her own.

Suddenly, the sky darkened on one side.

Everyone on the street looked up to see a mountain-sized “Execution Platform” appear in the sky.

A man in a pale blue robe stood in midair, holding the platform with one hand.

Song Ye furrowed his brow. Yet another formidable figure had arrived.

He immediately sought to assess the cultivation of the man in blue.

[Lv Yixian: Sacred Yuan Realm, Seventh Layer]

The Sacred Yuan Realm is the second of the “Three Realms of the Immortal Venerable,”

meaning this man, Lv Yixian, was indeed an Immortal Venerable.

Lv Yixian held the massive execution platform aloft, standing in the air, and roared towards the eastern market below:

“Mortals, disperse!”

Immediately, the crowds at the market’s edge scattered like birds and beasts, and residents nearby hurried out of their homes, taking valuables with them.

Seeing the marketplace nearly emptied, Lv Yixian hurled the colossal execution platform toward the ground.

With a tremendous crash, several houses near the eastern market vanished, replaced by an imposing execution platform rising from the earth.

At the center of the platform stood a bronze coffin, thick iron chains tightly binding its lid.

Song Ye guessed that the one locked inside was likely the “Dark Moon Demon Lord,” He Yixin.

At each corner of the platform sat a powerful Immortal cultivator, their robes billowing, hair standing on end, divine light swirling around them as they channeled magic to maintain a formidable defensive formation.

Suddenly, in the northern sky, radiant light burst forth as dozens of figures flew in on the wind, stopping beside Lv Yixian, hovering in the air.

These individuals hailed from the three great sects of the Yun Kingdom: the Immortal Edict Sect, the Divine Moon Palace, and the Supreme Dominance Gate.

To ensure the public execution of He Yixin in Yan City, these three sects dispatched six Immortal Venerables and fifty Immortal Masters.

Now, all had gathered.

Lv Yixian was one of these six Immortal Venerables, bearing the honored title “Supreme Immortal Venerable Ji Yi.”

The common folk on the street, witnessing this grand assembly of Immortal forces, immediately knelt and worshiped facing north.

Song Ye, however, did not bow. As a government official, he had authority here. If these Immortal sect members caused trouble in Yan City, he had the right to arrest them—though whether he could succeed was another matter.

Lv Yixian, seeing that all had arrived, shouted once more toward the ground:

“At noon tomorrow, here in this place, the heinous Dark Moon Demon Lord shall be executed.”

He then pointed to the bronze coffin.

“To serve as a sacrifice to the immortal sects’ righteous cause.”

Lv Yixian had personally carried the execution platform here, setting the stage himself. Tomorrow, a spectacular drama would unfold.

Nearby sects such as the Xuanying Palace, Moon Embrace Sect, Divine Wind Gate, Seven Stars Sect, and Heavenly Dawn Sect would all send representatives to witness the execution.

Even wandering cultivators from across the land—the so-called “spectator groups”—would not miss this grand event.