Chapter 691: The statues of the Demogorgon

Sigma Hitesh

The Yin Spirit Ghost Flame was special, as only soul-formed beings could absorb it. This cold flame had the energy power that could control the spirits or wandering ghosts of the Underworld. At the same time, it contained the martial path of the Underworld鈥檚 Sage.

Apparently, a creature of the Underworld had occupied this flame. However, he didn鈥檛 have a body anymore. That was how his soul could merge with the Yin Spirit Ghost Flame.

He needed to create a new body to promote his supernatural powers.

To create a body, it normally required the strong flesh and blood to be refined by the scorching heaven flame. If he could have another heaven flame, he soul would be mightier, and the chance of having a body could be bigger.

The heaven flames could devour each other. This was why the World Extinguishing Thunder Flame wanted to swallow the Nine Serenities Soul Devouring Flame, the Ice Cold Flame, and the Earth Flame. If it could merge with the two other heaven flames, it would be more powerful than itself.

That Dark Clan鈥檚 creature wanted Shi Yan鈥檚 heaven flames, and Shi Yan was moved on hearing about the Yin Spirit Ghost Flame.

The more heaven flames he had, the stronger the heaven flame altar in his brain would become. At that time, he could urge more intimidating power of those flames.

If he could occupy the Yin Spirit Ghost Flame and merge it with the Nine Serenities Soul Devouring Flame, the Corpse Vanishing Flame, the Ice Cold Flame, and the Earth Flame in the sacrificial altar, this tier of the altar would be sharply increased to another level.

Shi Yan also wanted the flame of that creature.

"He... exists in the soul form only. It shouldn鈥檛 be hard to deal with him, right?" He kept silent for a while before his eyes got brightened. "It鈥檚 not hard to deal with him?" Gu Da Si beamed a forced smile. His scarred face became more ferocious with that smile. "Although he only has the soul, he has the strange weapons of the Dark Clan. He has a layer of tens of thousands of Yin spirits and wandering ghosts around him. I think even Master Bao Ao couldn鈥檛 be sure if he could defeat him or not."

The corner of Shi Yan鈥檚 mouth twitched.

As Bao Ao and Jie Ji had taken one step into the King God Realm, they were the formidable experts of the Peak of True God Realm. If the Demon Qi in the Demon Area had been thick enough, they would have reached the King God Realm earlier with their innate talents.

In this land, except for the King God Realm experts, not many people could really threaten Bao Ao and Jie Ji. Even Qi Tian Oldie Long Zhu wasn鈥檛 their opponent.

If Bao Ao and Jie Ji weren鈥檛 that creature鈥檚 match, even if Shi Yan after having reached the True God Realm with mysterious power Upanishads, he could never defeat that soul of the Dark Clan.

Then, Shi Yan couldn鈥檛 help but smile miserably. He shook his head begrudgingly, as he was filled with pressure.

"Why do they want to stop you from opening the First Demon Area?" asked Shi Yan.

"Wait until you meet our Master, he will tell you." Bo Ruo put on a glum face as if she really hated him. She didn鈥檛 want to explain further.

Shi Yan rubbed his nose. As he thought it wasn鈥檛 interesting, he didn鈥檛 want to chase further.

Bao Ao and Jie Ji didn鈥檛 explain in details to Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si about the relationship between them and Shi Yan. In their eyes, it was hard to reason why their masters had turned their backs to the other alien tribes for a human brat.

If Bao Ao and Jie Ji didn鈥檛 protect them, Shi Yan鈥檚 city would have been demolished. It was normal that the Human Clan would have been eradicated.

This was their original plan.

However, after Bao Ao found Shi Yan, everything had turned upside down. Their plan wasn鈥檛 going as they had expected.

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si didn鈥檛 know what their masters had thought. They didn鈥檛 support this idea, so they deemed Shi Yan as the ringleader of all the bad things.

Corpses of the Demon Clan鈥檚 members scattered everywhere in the Second Demon Area, including their fellows of the Horned Dragon Tribe and the Black Scale Tribe. They had blamed their fellow鈥檚 deaths on Shi Yan.

"Let鈥檚 go."

Bo Ruo harrumphed, then walked to a hefty stone in the abyss. That stone was really massive. It was around one hundred meters tall, ink-black and as rigid as steel.

More than seven hundred members of the Demon Clan ridding their beasts gathered from the other areas in the abyss. They had many wounds, and were looking at Shi Yan with hatred in their eyes.

Gu Da Si鈥檚 mountain-like muscular body was covered with wounds. He didn鈥檛 care about that and came to that stone. He extended his arm, touching that stone.

A wave of brutal energy was poured into that massive stone. It then moved, cracking and revealing a pitch black entrance.

"Bao Ao is in there?" Shi Yan used his Soul Consciousness to sense for a while. He was surprised that this passage was empty, as he couldn鈥檛 detect any energy beam of living fluctuation. He couldn鈥檛 help but ask.

"No!" Bo Ruo screamed impatiently. She took the lead and entered the wide passage that could allow a hundred people walk shoulder by shoulder. Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si took their members and the beasts and walked through the passage easily.

Shi Yan wasn鈥檛 enraged. He calmly walked behind Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si, into the entrance.

The wall of this entrance was also black as if it was made of black, rigid metal. Some precious gems were inlaid on the wall, illuminating the passage.

Waiting until one hundred Demons and beasts got into the entrance, the stone behind them slowly moved, sealing the entrance.

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si walked in the front while Shi Yan followed them. The group of people entered deeper into the entrance. Everyone wore a dark face, and no one uttered a word. The ambiance of this entrance was stiff.

In this silent place, many members of the Demon Clan were wearing a cold face, looking at Shi Yan with their bloodthirsty eyes, as if they were trying to press down their resentment.

Demon Clan didn鈥檛 like humans. Shi Yan was a human being, a special human that their masters favored. In those clansmen鈥檚 eyes, Shi Yan had brought death to their fellows.

After all, they would never dare to blame Bao Ao and Jie Ji.

This passage was dry, but it had the smell of rotten things. There was no decoration or anything magical. This place brought only a cold and hard feeling, which irritated people鈥檚 hearts and minds.

They had been walking for several hours. However, Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si hadn鈥檛 said a word. Shi Yan also kept his mouth shut.

His Soul Consciousness scanned the place, and got to know that this passage was tens of thousands of miles long, as if it would never end. At the same time, it was a spacious place, which was a megastructure underground.

After another four hours, when Shi Yan was so bored he got irritated, Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si suddenly put on a serious countenance, their face respectful and fearful.

Shi Yan focused on them, observing these two.

The ink-black wall in front of Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si suddenly had some magical demon patterns, which looked like the lines on a human palm. They were complicated and mysterious at the same time.

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si stood at that place, biting their fingers to drip their blood on those lines.

The demon patterns glowed abruptly like a massive spider web. Those peculiar patterns glowed with silver, green, blue, and orange lights. In this ill-lit passage, they looked both evil and mysterious.

A light spot suddenly flashed in the center of the spider web. A light then expanded, sending strange energy fluctuations, lingering and twisting each line.

A massive black door emerged in the light. It was ten meters tall and a dozen of meters wide. Demon Qi diffused torrentially from the door.

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si threw a look over their shoulder, looking at Shi Yan as they entered the door, without a word.

Shi Yan smiled clumsily. He got through the door, not waiting for the others to call him.

An ancient, spacious grand palace appeared in his sight. This palace was one thousand meters tall, with an open center, in an area of ten miles squared. The center of this palace had many giant black pillars decorated with drawings of demonic beasts.

Demon scriptures were carved on the walls outside the palace. Each paragraph was inexplicably complicated, as though it was carrying a mysterious power.

A deep pond sat in the center of the palace, where a black flame was burning, releasing a thick Demon Qi. Standing in the center of the black flame in the pond were seven ferocious-looked Demogorgon statues. Each of them was a hundred meter tall, as lively as a real person, with ruthless energy waves.

Shi Yan stood by that pond as he lifted his head to watch the grand statues. He felt he was so small.

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si took the clansmen of the Demon Clan kneeled down by the pond, using the worshiping etiquette of the Demon Clan with solemn faces.

The beasts who came with them seemed to be affected too. They laid down on the ground, gazing at the beast drawings on many pillars in the hall as if they could receive some energy from them.

"Vastly through ten thousand years, the Demogorgon鈥檚 will doesn鈥檛 extinguish!"

"Vastly through ten thousand years, the Demogorgon鈥檚 will doesn鈥檛 extinguish!"

Bo Ruo and Gu Da Si kneeled together with their fellows, looking at the seven statues of the ferocious Demogorgon, hailing them with a strange language.

At the moment the voices arose, their mind, spirit, and Qi had fused with their energy, turning into many beams, rolling into the seven statues.

It was unknown what kind of material they had used to produce those seven Demogorgon statues. However, a kind of magical energy was moving continually inside the statues, and it seemed to never fade.

Bo Ruo, Gu Da Si, and the hotshots of the Demon Clan had used their minds, spirit, Qi, and their willpower to create a connection with some power in the seven Demogorgon statues. They seemed to use that power to test their latest progress and gain more flashes of comprehension.

The seven statues of Demogorgon were like the special existence of the soul sacrificial altar of the Corpse Clan, which stored the Seal of Upanishads of the Demon Clan and never lost them.