Chapter 118: Ants Shaking an Elephant

Ye Sansi began by speaking of the "Demon Well," describing how the demon water within was flooding and, if allowed to overflow, would submerge the Demon Realm and cause a cataclysmic disaster for all living beings.

However, the three demon soldiers listening to Ye Sansi’s story claimed to know nothing of it. One of them stood up and asked, "Is the Demon Well you speak of this one you are sitting upon?"

Ye Sansi stood up, peered into the well, and scratched his head with a smile. "I have never seen it myself, but looking at it now, it doesn't match the description given by Tao Xiao. It must not be the Demon Well."

"Tao Xiao?" It seemed the three demon soldiers were unfamiliar with the name Ye Sansi had mentioned. Suspicious of his identity, they stood up in unison and surrounded him.

Having walked a thousand paces, Ye Sansi cast his gaze into the distance. The scenery ahead was far more magnificent, grand, and bustling than where they stood.

Magically, the most grand of these palaces and pavilions was suspended in mid-air, with no support at the base. What immense cultivation power must be required to lift such a weight?

Seeing such a spectacle, Ye Sansi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Truly impressive! These palaces are grand and imposing, and the largest one seems to have grown wings, suspended in the air without falling. It is truly miraculous."

One demon soldier said, "Brother, my apologies, but you are speaking nothing but nonsense. We know nothing of what you speak. I fear you are a spy; we must take you to our Master to await judgment."

Ye Sansi considered that since he had already entered the Demon Realm, he would be unable to escape without someone to open the exit. He nodded in agreement and followed the demon soldiers to see this so-called "Master."

The Demon Realm was vastly different from the human world. There was not a shred of greenery here; it was all red earth, with clusters of black smoke drifting and circling. It was a bleak and desolate sight.

Ye Sansi asked, "Are we going to the main palace to find the Great King?"

"The Master is likely not in the main palace, but we must go there first to send word. When the Master is free, he will see you. Wait patiently; do not be anxious. You are an outsider, after all. If you anger the Master, I fear you will lose your life."

Ye Sansi was grateful for this warning and bowed, saying, "Many thanks, Brother."

The demon soldiers, hearing Ye Sansi's praise, grew bashful and began to compliment the human world in return. "Little brother, your human world isn't bad either. I once heard you have something called... Luo Mountain?"

Ye Sansi pondered and asked, "Tianluo Mountain?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one! That mountain also floats high in the sky, piercing the clouds, with many large and small floating mountains circling it. It has many palaces built upon it. In that sense, the human Tianluo Mountain is thousands of times larger than the main palace here in the Demon Realm..."

"Hey, kid, why are you staring? Keep up!" The demon soldiers urged Ye Sansi, tossing Tiannu back to him and signaling for him to fly his sword to follow them.

Tiannu turned and hovered beside Ye Sansi’s feet. He leaped onto it and followed closely behind the three demon soldiers.

Looking down, Ye Sansi finally realized the vastness of the Demon Realm; he could not see the horizon, and he wondered whether it was larger or smaller than the human world.

"No need to thank me. You and I have no enmity, and we have the bond of having fought together. Naturally, I hope you stay safe. When you see the Master, report everything you know. Perhaps, seeing your honesty, he will let you go."

Ye Sansi bowed in gratitude again. The three demon soldiers leaped into the air. But they had no wings, nor were there clouds or mist beneath their feet—how could they fly?

Ye Sansi thought to himself: It seems the saying "there is always someone better" is true. Not only was Tao Xiao’s strength unfathomable, but even these soldiers were beyond me. I must cultivate diligently from now on and never slacken.

One demon soldier laughed, "Hahaha! The Master is obsessed with cultivation and cannot bear to be idle for even a moment. He always wants to move his bones. He said the throne made one lazy, so he had it removed. When the Master stands during meetings, how dare we sit? So, we moved all the chairs away. That is how the throne room came to look like this."

Ye Sansi nodded in admiration. "I never imagined the monarch of the Demon Realm would be so diligent. I truly admire him. I am also quite obsessed with martial arts and cultivation, but compared to the Great King, I am ashamed..."

"Who is discussing me!" Ye Sansi looked toward the sound and saw a mass of black mist. The two demon soldiers knelt on one knee, cupped their fists, and shouted, "Greetings, Master!"

From the demon soldiers, Ye Sansi learned that the Demon Realm was divided into cities and villages. The Royal City was built at the forefront, and beyond it lay other cities of various sizes. It sounded quite prosperous.

By the time Ye Sansi finished chatting with the soldiers, they had arrived at the throne room. Its construction was, needless to say, grand and imposing. But one thing was different: there were no seats in the hall. The spacious front chamber was completely empty.

A demon soldier went to report. Ye Sansi asked casually, "Two brothers, do you know why there are no seats in this hall? At first glance, it feels quite strange."

"A human," Ye Sansi replied. The Demon Lord laughed loudly, "Good, good, good! A human—a small, fragile human!"

The Demon Lord’s words were strange. Ye Sansi was puzzled, thinking: What does he mean by that? I don't quite understand. This Demon Lord behaves oddly; I must be careful.

Ye Sansi was waiting for the Demon Lord to finish laughing before speaking, but suddenly, the Lord struck with a palm, swift and unstoppable. It landed squarely on his chest, sending him flying more than a dozen paces.

Ye Sansi thought: The Master? Is this the so-called "Demon Lord"? He is just a mass of black mist. I truly never expected that...

The black mist said, "Leave." The two demon soldiers stood up, bowed their heads, and slowly backed out of the throne room.

Ye Sansi also bowed, but before he could speak, the Demon Lord was suddenly right in front of him, his voice echoing, "Are you a demon? Or a god?"

Seeing the situation, the Demon Lord laughed and waved his hand; a small cluster of black mist began to swirl around Ye Sansi.

Ye Sansi immediately felt a sense of relief. He stretched his limbs; the soreness he had felt earlier was gone, as if the black mist had healing properties.

Ye Sansi gradually stood straight and smiled. "What is the Great King doing? Hitting me and then healing me—is this some kind of game?"

Having taken that blow, Ye Sansi had collapsed to the floor. After a moment of struggle, he managed to stand with difficulty, clutching his chest and using Tiannu to steady himself.

In displaying this state, Ye Sansi was, of course, acting. With his golden armor for protection and two strands of spiritual energy within his body, such a palm strike was of no great consequence.

Why put on such a show before the Demon Lord? Ye Sansi was clever. The Demon Lord’s palm strike was merely a probe to test his depth and strength. The force was neither heavy nor light. By appearing severely injured, Ye Sansi could lower the Demon Lord’s guard.

"Heh, a benefactor? Tell me, in what way?"

Ye Sansi recounted the story of the Demon Well seal being broken. The Demon Lord heard him out and laughed loudly. "Is that all? First, I know nothing of the story you tell. Second, even if it were true, I would not remember your favor. I am the King of the Demon Realm; who are you? A small human..."

"You! That is too much. I am leaving!" With that, Tiannu circled once, and Ye Sansi leaped up, preparing to fly away on his sword.

The Demon Lord did not deign to answer Ye Sansi’s question, continuing, "You are human? That is true enough. You could not withstand one of my strikes, but you did not die. A cultivator?"

This strange tone was somewhat similar to Tao Xiao’s, but this Demon Lord was far more tyrannical. He attacked without a word, refused to answer questions, and his words and actions were extremely disdainful toward Ye Sansi. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Tao Xiao having such a monarch.

Ye Sansi nodded. "So what if I am? And what if I am not? I have saved the Demon Realm; is this how you treat a benefactor?"

"Sword Rain Technique, First Split..." Before he could finish, the Demon Lord struck again. It seemed the golden armor hadn't fully recovered; it only blocked part of the force...

It appeared the divine power within Ye Sansi would not submit to this demon. It suddenly released, neutralizing the Demon Lord’s heavy blow. In an instant, the entire throne room became illuminated.

This divine power was extremely pure, as it originated from the Great Goddess Nüwa. The Demon Lord’s skin was burned by the released force, and he roared, "Abominable! It seems my first impression was correct. You are indeed a god, but it is strange—you do not behave like one..."

Ye Sansi’s movements were still too slow for the Demon Lord. Just as he leaped, the Demon Lord shifted in front of him, a mass of black mist striking his chest.

The hit was heavy. The golden armor within his body released its full power, revealing a golden glow. The Demon Lord saw this and raged, "Audacious! It is a treasure of the Demon Realm! So you are indeed a spy, deceiving me!"

Ye Sansi did not offer further explanation, knowing that any words would be useless. The Demon Lord was overbearing and powerful; it seemed he was determined to take his life today. Since he couldn't escape, he might as well fight.

The Demon Lord landed in front of Ye Sansi and laughed. "Kid, you are truly surprising. A human, yet also a demon, and even a god. But, even with all these powers, you cannot harm me in the slightest."

"Do you dare to try?"

"Hahaha! Overestimating yourself. I shall grant you three moves."

Though Ye Sansi was no match for the Demon Lord, his spirit remained unbroken. He smiled disdainfully, "Are you sure you’ve seen clearly?"

Having said this, Ye Sansi executed the Soul-Devouring Technique, concentrating demonic power into his palm and striking at the Demon Lord.

Though the force was not insignificant, it was far too slow for the Demon Lord, who dodged it easily.

The Demon Lord was truly formidable; he kept his eyes closed, completely ignoring Ye Sansi’s offensive.

"Very well, now it is my turn." The Demon Lord opened his eyes, which glowed with a fierce red light, murderous and terrifying...

Seeing this, Ye Sansi backed away a few steps, saying, "Didn't we agree on three moves? That was only two! You do not keep your word!"

Ye Sansi used the "Frost-Thought Qi Control" to gather power in his palm and swung his sword in an instant. This powerful force flowed along the blade of Tiannu, transforming into sword energy that rushed toward the Demon Lord.

This time, the Demon Lord did not dodge. He spread his hands wide. As the sword energy approached, it passed straight through him as if he were nothingness. He remained completely unharmed.

Ye Sansi twisted his wrist and leaped toward the Demon Lord, executing the Soul-Devouring Technique. This technique should have been effective against a spectral form, but it passed straight through the Demon Lord’s body. Even when cast into thin air, it had no effect.

The Demon Lord moved slowly toward him, laughing loudly, "I kill when I want to kill, and I kill how I want to kill. What can you possibly do about it?"

"You!..." Ye Sansi was also enraged. He took the Purple Bat Pill from his clothes and gripped it tightly in his palm, preparing for a desperate struggle.