Paradise of Demonic Gods

Fu Daoxian gulped as she looked at Fang Xingjian. She could accurately sense this Fang Xingjian’s aura. He was no weaker than the other two she had encountered in the palace, and could even be stronger than them.

‘What’s going on? How did things turn out like this?

‘How could he possibly locate me within such a short period of time?

‘Or is it that the two in the palace are triplets with this person here?

‘What on earth is happening?’

There was an endless number of remarkable skills and abilities in Middle-earth. However, due to the difference in systems and energies, there were no abilities for one to make clones or move rapidly at light speed like how things were in Miracle World.

However, Fu Daoxian was the Demon Sect’s female Saint after all, a top-notch character of the pugilistic world in the outer fringes. Her thoughts were only messed up for a moment, and she did not continue to struggle on this problem thereafter. Instead, with a slight tremble, she created several tens figures who looked exactly like her. They scattered off in all directions.

This was the highest secret arts in the Reverie Art—Like Dew, Like Lightning. It allowed her to create countless illusionary clones instantly with her essential Qi, making it hard to distinguish which amongst them was her real self.

For Fu Daoxian to perform this ultimate technique from the beginning, it meant that she clearly was decided on escaping.

However, at the next moment, an astonishing scene appeared before her eyes.

Fang Xingjian put out one hand and grabbed fiercely. Fu Daoxian immediately felt that Fang Xingjian’s hand was expanding incessantly, getting bigger. It seemed to have encompassed the entire sky instantly, grabbing out toward her.

‘What’s going on?

‘Is it an illusion?’

At the next moment, the huge palm covered the entire space where the clones were and clenched down fiercely.

Boom!

All of the clones shattered explosively under this palm, and Fu Daoxian was also grasped lightly in Fang Xingjian’s hand.

It was only then that Fu Daoxian reacted. Her senses were not wrong. The palm that covered up the sky earlier was not an illusion either.

However, it was actually not they Fang Xingjian’s hand had become bigger, but instead, the world she was in seemed to have become smaller. The area within a range of 100 zhangs seemed to have been clenched in Fang Xingjian’s hand.

After realizing this, Fu Daoxian’s countenance turned pale, and her legs went limp as she dropped onto the floor. She looked at Fang Xingjian in a daze, unable to summon any will to resist.

Fang Xingjian grabbed onto Fu Daoxian and returned to the palace, tossing her casually aside. The compressed Fu Daoxian returned to her original state and fell onto the ground.

Fu Daoxian looked at Fang Xingjian with a grim countenance and said, “What kind of martial arts did you perform earlier? This kind of martial arts… I have never heard of it before.”

“Martial arts?” Fang Xingjian was stunned for a moment before he shook his head and said, “Would you specially come up with a name for the actions that’s like walking by yourself, breathing, sleeping, and putting out your hands to take something?”

Fu Daoxian’s expression frozen, but she immediately understood. The martial arts which seemed remarkable to her were merely causal actions to him.

However, Fu Daoxian did not believe Fang Xingjian’s words. In her view, this would definitely be an unbelievable technique. It was just that he was being careful and unwilling to reveal it to her.

She let out a cold snort and did not do something as foolish as retorting to his words.

Fang Xingjian smiled, looked at Fu Daoxian, and said, “Demon Sect’s female Saint? It seems that you people from the Demon Sect still haven’t given up on the Divine Capital.”

As Fang Xingjian spoke, he lifted up a finger and streams of black sword intents circled around his fingertip. He said slowly, “There’s still a lot of things I want to find out about the Demon Sect. From now on, I’ll be asking questions and you’ll be answering them.

“If you’re unwilling to reply or if I were to discover that you’ve lied to me, then this would be the consequence.”

At the next moment, black sword intents arrived before Fu Daoxian. They were like a slithering snake, darting into her mouth under her horrified gaze. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the depths of her mouth.

At the instant the sword intents disappeared, an intense pain surged from within Fu Daoxian’s body. She felt as if every single nerve and bone in her body was pierced by a myriad of steel needles.

Her slender body instantly straightened and stiffened, and then bent like a cooked prawn. Her eyes flipped backward, revealing the whites of her eyes, and hints of saliva dripped down from the corners of her lips.

After a ten seconds—that seemed as long as a century—had passed, Fu Daoxian’s body completely turned limp as she fell onto the ground like mud, unable to move even a single finger.

Right now, her entire body was drenched in sweat like she had been hauled out from water. Her curves were all presented out and had a sleazy feeling. Even her upper thighs and chest trembled occasionally.

Right now, to the Fang Xingjian who could change electromagnetic signals in the microscopic world and even affect his opponents’ five senses, it was too easy to control the nerve signals in Fu Daoxian’s body.

He was able to instantly let her experience extreme pain.

How much pain? In the ten seconds earlier, Fu Daoxian felt as if she had given birth to ten children.

To Fu Daoxian, Fang Xingjian’s series of means was like the devil’s, even more demonic than those of the Demon Sect.

Right now, hints of terror were creeping up in Fu Daoxian’s eyes as she looked at Fang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian did not care about these and continued to ask, “Alright, tell me what are the experts in Demon Sect. Are there any Great Dao Realm experts?”

Fu Daoxian was an elite in the Demon Sect. She had experienced intense competition in the outer fringes and had also been affected by the Demon Sect’s ideologies. As a result, she was self-centered and would always act in her own interest. This was especially when Fang Xingjian had displayed such demonic means earlier, thus she would not hold it up to the bitter end for the Demon Sect’s interest.

Therefore, with one asking question and the other answering them, Fang Xingjian quickly had a general understanding over the situation of the Demon Sect that was in the outer fringes.

“Mmm, as expected, there’s a book was personally written by the Demon Sect’s Sovereign from back then?” Fang Xingjian was naturally interested in the Demon Sect’s Sovereign who was a Great Dao Realm expert.

However, back then, there had been internal strife within the Demon Sect, causing them to split into seven groups. Consequently, the legacy of the Demon Sect’s Sovereign had also been split up into seven parts.

‘Based on my deductions, after a person refines their acupuncture points and attains a breakthrough to the Tiangang Realm, they would already be half dead. Then what other changes would one go through after reaching the Great Dao Realm?’

Fang Xingjian’s eyes narrowed a little as he looked at Fu Daoxian and said, “You said that the Demon Sect’s seven paths will be meeting at the headquarters in Serene Mountain that lays beyond the frontiers to discuss the matter of the sect’s merger, right?”

“Mmm.” Fu Daoxian nodded.

Fang Xingjian said calmly, “I want you to bring me there.”

Fu Daoxian was stunned for a moment, “When?”

“Now, of course.”

Fang Xingjian left a clone to derive the royal family’s secret manuals and another one to comprehend high-dimensional sword arts, while he himself left the Divine Capital together with Fu Daoxian.

He did not take a horse carriage or ride any treasured horse. It was because there was no ride that was faster than him.

However, upon consideration of Fu Daoxian’s acceptance level, he would probably not be able to fly too fast.

Fang Xingjian opened his mouth and spewed. A wave of fog gushed out from his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden mystical cloud that appeared before Fu Daoxian.

He then grabbed Fu Daoxian and stood on the golden mystical cloud. It rose up and flew toward the Serene Mountain situated beyond the frontiers. The Serene Mountain, where the Demon Sect’s seven paths gathered this time around, was the headquarters for the Illusory Emotions Path. Fu Daoxian was the female Saint of the Demon Sect’s Illusory Emotions Path.

When the countless guards in the palace saw the golden mystical cloud rising into the sky, chaos broke out. It was only when Fang Xingjian’s voice rang out from the mystical cloud that they calmed down once again.

Countless members of the Imperial Guards looked at the golden mystical cloud that left rapidly. Their eyes gleamed with hints of fervency.

In an instant, news that the Emperor Fang Xuan was a reincarnation of a celestial being started to spread amongst the Imperial Guards. The story also got increasingly exaggerated.

This was something that Fang Xingjian had achieved easily. With his current cultivation, just a simple action from him would produce a great influence.

Fu Daoxian looked at the mystical cloud that was moving increasingly faster. When she looked at the mountains and rivers that were moving backward rapidly, she no longer displayed the prestige of the Illusory Emotions Path’s female Saint. She was like a young girl, opening her mouth to gasp, “What is this? Could this be some kind of celestial treasure?”

“It’s just martial will,” Fang Xingjian said indifferently. “Sit tight. I’m going to accelerate.”