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第两千章 魔劫

As a celestial spirit bird, Lin Xuan was not worried about this woman. However, he wondered how far his wife's cultivation had progressed and was more concerned about the Elder Bay Pavilion.

Lu Ying'er and Liu Xin should both be around a thousand years old. With their talents, it was almost impossible for them to advance to the Separation Realm, but as long as they were properly cared for, they should still be alive in this world.

Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead, lost in thought. The dozen or so young cultivators crouched there, not daring to breathe a sound, fearing that they might disturb this mysterious senior cultivator.

After a while, Lin Xuan raised his head again and scanned their faces with his gaze, as if pricking them like needles: "Did something happen in Cloud Province? Which sect are you from? How did you encounter ancient demons?"

Lin Xuan was genuinely curious. According to reason, the human world and the ancient demon realm had no connection; even if there were occasional appearances of otherworldly monsters, they would be remnants left over from the ancient times.

Due to various reasons, those ancient demons should not have weak cultivation levels. By now, even a Foundation Establishment stage demon long ago faded into nothingness; it was impossible for them to still be causing trouble here.

"Senior, we are disciples of Sea Peak Sect. We were sent by our sect leader on an errand and unexpectedly met with an ancient demon. If not for your rescue, we would have been killed. Your great kindness is beyond words, old man, I prostrate myself before you."

The Foundation Establishment后期 cultivator knelt down and respectfully bowed to Lin Xuan.

"Enough of the formalities! Just answer my questions briefly. Tell me, has something happened in the Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud? How could a mere Foundation Establishment stage ancient demon dare chase after us all over town?"

"The senior doesn't know? Are you not from this world? Are you really from the Upper Realm?" Despite his suspicions, the old man's face showed extreme surprise. For low-ranking cultivators like them, the term 'spiritual realm' was still too distant.

"Enough of the chatter! I've already told you what my background is; it's your turn to ask," Lin Xuan's cold voice echoed in their ears. The old man felt his blood pressure surge and trembled with fear as he quickly admitted his mistake: "Senior, please forgive me for speaking out of turn. Yes, the Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud are currently undergoing a demon calamity, like a house on fire."

"What is this demon calamity? Is it related to ancient demons?" Lin Xuan's face showed surprise. Could those guys in the ancient demon realm dare not confront the spiritual realm head-on and instead use a roundabout strategy, targeting their lower world first?

Lin Xuan thought to himself while the old man continued: "Senior, this happened fifty years ago. I remember clearly; it was the fifth day of the fifth month, around noon. The sky suddenly turned dark for no reason, with sandstorms and rocks flying everywhere. All cultivators in our Sea Peak Sect were awakened, everyone looking at each other in shock. Our sect leader ordered us to activate the protective array..."

"We didn't know what happened; we thought it might be a precious artifact or some high-ranking cultivator practicing secret techniques nearby. We couldn't afford to provoke them; our sect is just a small one with no ambitions. All we hoped for was peace and the continuation of our daoist lineage."

Lin Xuan nodded, knowing full well the difficulties faced by minor sects in the cultivation world. The Drifting Cloud Valley had been like that too. Cloud Province was far more prosperous than Chongzhou, making it even harder for small sects to survive, walking on eggshells every day, fearing any high-ranking cultivator could wipe out their entire sect.

In such a situation, even if they stumbled upon good fortune or a precious artifact, they wouldn't dare seize it. Otherwise, they might have the misfortune of dying without enjoying what they had gained.

The saying goes that an ordinary person is innocent until proven guilty, but possessing something valuable brings its own troubles. This was especially true in the cultivation world.

As the old man wiped his forehead with sweat and continued: "But we were wrong. What precious artifact or high-ranking cultivator it was, instead, it was a great calamity. The anomaly didn't occur at our main sect headquarters but throughout all Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud, visible to everyone."

"Dark clouds loomed overhead, ancient demon energy surging like a flood. The entire sky seemed torn apart by an enormous claw, rumbling sounds echoing in the ears as the ground trembled. Then, a vortex appeared in the sky, not a vortex but something bottomless with a diameter of several ten thousand li, resembling a breach through the very interface..."

The old man's voice carried a hint of fear, as if he still couldn't shake off that nightmare from so many years ago.

Lin Xuan frowned and looked surprised: "A wormhole. You mean ancient demons opened a portal between their realm and this world, allowing otherworldly monsters to invade."

"Exactly," the old man nodded with a mournful expression. "Those otherworldly monsters are warlike and ferocious, poisoning living beings without discrimination. They didn't spare either ordinary people or cultivators. Fifty years have passed, and my Cloud Province is in ruins. Over a million cultivators have fallen, not to mention the countless commoners. The five major forces of Cloud Province have disintegrated; only the Pine Wind Academy and Bay Heaven Pavilion are still struggling."

"What? You mean even the ancient sects like Heavenly Skill Gate, Spirit Manipulation Sect, and Departed Medicine Palace have perished?" Lin Xuan was surprised.

Although he hadn't experienced this demon calamity personally, as someone who had toured the spiritual realm, he knew enough basic knowledge. Due to the laws of the universe, even if a powerful existence opened a wormhole using secret techniques to connect with the lower realms, it would be restricted in various ways. High-ranking ancient demons couldn't easily cross over; otherwise, the Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud wouldn't have lasted for fifty years. A true demon progenitor could turn this world into their domain within three days.

In other words, what came through were only low-ranking monsters. This was strange. The Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud had formidable strength; how could they not resist and let ancient demons run rampant?

Even the Heavenly Skill Gate, Spirit Manipulation Sect, and Departed Medicine Palace, with their deep foundations, had perished.

Lin Xuan asked about his doubts, but the old man's expression grew even more somber: "Senior, you don't know. If this demon calamity had happened five or six hundred years ago, we would have fought back despite our inferior strength. This is all fate."

"Fate?" Lin Xuan was confused. Could something else have happened in the Twelve Provinces of Heaven Cloud over these years?

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