Chapter 2589: Surprise? Awe? Excitement?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

No one had expected a Ninth Stage demon from the Netherworld Realm to make such an unguarded entrance.

With the strength of a Ninth Stage demon, it could shatter this spatial pa.s.sage in mere moments!

As for the current world, even if someone could immediately get in touch with a Tribulation Transcender of equal rank, the Transcender would still need a bit of time to respond after receiving the signal and crossing through s.p.a.ce to arrive.

This window of time was more than enough for a Ninth Stage demon from the Netherworld to obliterate the guardians of the pa.s.sage multiple times over!

—Had this been thousands of years ago, the pa.s.sageways between the current world and the Netherworld Realm would have been under the vigilant watch of Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders. As soon as the Netherworld dispatched Ninth Stage demons, the Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders of the current world would have immediately crossed s.p.a.ce to intercept the demons.

However, in the recent millennium, with the Heavenly Dao on the brink of collapse, Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders and Immortals had all retreated into seclusion. It was only this year, when Profound Sage Tyrannical Song caused the Heavenly Dao to collapse, that the Tribulation Transcenders and Immortals of the current world began to stir slightly.

In other words, nowadays, Tribulation Transcenders probably didn’t have the time to monitor the pa.s.sage leading to the Netherworld.

“I’m going to die… I’m going to die.”

“It’s all over. Everythings finished.”

The guardians and disciples of the spatial pa.s.sage were overwhelmed by immense pressure while sinking into despair.

They seemed to have caught the scent of death.

Similarly, this scenario was playing out in all pa.s.sages between Earth and the Netherworld. Ninth Stage demons descended from all seven pa.s.sages, using their power to oppress both Netherworld demons and cultivators of the current world.

Despair shrouded every pa.s.sage across the globe.

The oppressed Netherworld demons within the seven pa.s.sages all wore expressions of excitement. Although they were immobilized and couldn’t move, the arrival of Ninth Stage demons naturally meant the tide was in their favor.

These beings from the current world were as good as dead!

“Don’t despair!” At the China pa.s.sage, Daoist w.a.n.g Lin shouted with all his might, “Don’t give up, we still have hope!’

Senior Tyrannical Song had said he was coming.

A demon of the Ninth Stage was no match for Senior Tyrannical Song.

Therefore, it wasn’t time to give up just yet.

Daoist w.a.n.g Lin clutched his phone tightly.

Senior Tyrannical Song, you’ve got to hurry! A few seconds later, and you’d be collecting my remains… No, after a Ninth Stage demon from the Netherworld makes its move, I doubt there’d even be remains left, just ashes.

I don’t want to die yet.

Since the day he became the guardian of the pa.s.sage and took on this mission, Daoist w.a.n.g Lin had braced himself for death. Yet, having the resolve to face death and not wanting to die were not contradictory.

At this moment, all he could do was pray, hoping for the arrival of Senior

Tyrannical Song.

Knock, knock, knock…

At that moment, the steady sound of a cane hitting the ground reached the ears of every Netherworld demon and cultivator present.

As the sound of the cane striking the ground drew closer, the pressure bearing down on the demons and cultivators grew even more intense. They were all forced to the ground, unable to move or even utter a sound.

The entire pa.s.sage to the Netherworld Realm fell into complete silence, the only sounds that of the methodical cane taps and steady footsteps.

A moment later, the owner of the cane, a tall, slender figure, came into view for everyone.

This tall, slender figure was dressed in ancient-style clothing, with a black hat atop his head and an exquisite cane in his hand. The terrifying aura of a Ninth Stage demon emanated from him.

All members within the China s.p.a.ce Tunnel couldn’t help but gaze at this tall, slender figure… Was this really a Ninth Stage demon?

Honestly, his appearance was vastly different from that of a typical Netherworld demon, making it difficult to a.s.sociate this tall, slender figure with the term “Ninth Stage demon.”

This tall, slender figure felt more like an elegant gentleman.

“Good evening, everyone,” this tall, slender figure said while removing his hat to reveal six beautiful, gem-like eyes and offering a warm smile to all the demons and human cultivators, “Sorry to interrupt.”

A malevolent Netherworld demon actually offering a warm smile created a stark contrast, the dissonance of which was beyond description.

“If anyone has a problem with me interrupting your battle, feel free to take a shot at me!” the tall, gentlemanly demon reminded kindly.

All the Netherworld demons lying on the ground shook their heads frantically—they might enjoy slaughter, but they weren’t about to foolishly charge at a Ninth Stage demon and get squashed with a flick of its finger.

The human cultivators in the pa.s.sage harbored no such rash thoughts either.

Moreover, all the cultivators felt something off about this Ninth Stage Netherworld demon—if it had come to attack the spatial pa.s.sage, why bother wasting so much time talking?

“Could it be trying to lure out human Ninth Stage powerhouses? Setting a trap here?” Such thoughts couldn’t help but emerge in the minds of all cultivators.

“If no one has any objections to my arrival, then I will now announce a decree from the Ruler. This is also my duty for appearing here,” the six-eyed gentleman demon said, tapping his cane lightly, “Everyone, listen up.”

Knock, knock

All the Netherworld demons and human cultivators involuntarily focused their attention on him. This was a kind of compulsion spell, a natural ability for a Ninth Stage demon, becoming a technique in its own right.

“The Ruler’s Decree? Hadn’t the Heavenly Dao already collapsed? Why is there still a decree?”

“Could it be that a new Heavenly Dao has emerged? No, that can’t be right. If the Heavenly Dao had surfaced, it wouldn’t be silent.”

“Then, who is this “Ruler” the Ninth Stage demon speaks of?”

The six-eyed gentleman demon swept his gaze across the crowd, then announced in a calm voice, “This is the decree of the Tyrannical Scholar from the Netherworld Realm: Starting today, all Netherworld demons within the spatial pa.s.sageways between the current world and the Netherworld Realm are to withdraw to the Netherworld. For the next month, no Netherworld demons are permitted to enter the pa.s.sageways to the current world without the Tyrannical Scholar’s permission. Violators will be put to death.”

After this declaration, the six-eyed gentleman demon lightly tapped his cane on the ground again, relieving the Netherworld demons of the pressure: ‘You have one minute to comply with the Tyrannical Scholar’s decree. All beings of the Netherworld begin your orderly retreat. You may guard the entrance to the Netherworld Realm and wait for an opportunity. However, without the Tyrannical Scholar’s permission, you are forbidden from stepping even half a foot into the pa.s.sageway.”

All the Netherworld demons in the pa.s.sageway were dumbfounded.

Wait, the Ruler’s command is for us to retreat through the spatial tunnel?

Did we hear that right?

And… What’s this about the Tyrannical Scholar?

The Netherworld demons instinctively wanted to ask questions.

“In one minute, any Netherworld demons who haven’t retreated from the spatial tunnel will never need to leave. This, too, is the Tyrannical Scholar’s decree,” the six-eyed gentleman demon calmly added.

Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+

All the Netherworld demons, without a word, quickly retreated back to the Netherworld.

Demons, unlike humans, were very straightforward.

In the blink of an eye, all the Netherworld demons had evacuated the battlefield’s spatial tunnel.

Even as they retreated, they tidied up the battlefield, dragging away all the corpses.

The human cultivators, still pinned down by the pressure, were left stunned.

“The Tyrannical Scholar?”

“Tyrannical… Isn’t that Senior Tyrannical Song?”

“Following the Tyrannical Scholar’s decree is the same as following Senior

Tyrannical Songs orders?”

“Senior Tyrannical Song, the ruler of the Netherworld?”