Demon Gate Player

Chapter 15: Crimson Sky

015 Crimson Sky

Pang Yue forced a bitter smile and said, "I really don't know."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You don't even know the name of the realm you're in?"

Pang Yue replied, "I only know that this realm is vast and boundless, called the Heavenly Sea. The Heavenly Sea is divided into the Inner Sea and the Outer Sea. The Inner Sea has four seas in the east, south, west, and north... Ordinary Dao Foundation cultivators can hardly surpass any of these seas in their entire lives, relying solely on flying."

"You are ignorant!"

The middle-aged man snorted, "Looking at your extraordinary cultivation technique, I thought it was inherited from a great sect or clan, but I didn't expect your knowledge to be so limited."

Taking the opportunity, Pang Yue asked, "Please enlighten me, senior!"

He really wanted to know if the world he transmigrated into had any connection with the Tushita Heaven in the game of his previous life.

The middle-aged man said, "This realm was created by the ancient and powerful Crimson Sky Sect, hence its name, Crimson Sky. Within the realm, there are five domains in the east, south, west, north, and center. The Heavenly Sea you mentioned is just one of the seas in the Eastern Domain's three continents and one sea."

Pang Yue's expression changed, unexpectedly discovering that this cultivation world was so vast.

In the memories of the original host, even as a Golden Core cultivator, his range of activities in his entire life was only limited to roaming the four seas. As for Dao Foundation cultivators, within their three hundred years of lifespan, exploring just the Eastern Sea would be enough for their entire lives.

He had a thought and asked again, "Have you ever heard of Tushita Heaven?"

"Never, which world is that?" The middle-aged man shook his head.

"I occasionally came across it in ancient books, but I don't know much about it," Pang Yue said.

The middle-aged man asked about the current situation in the Eastern Sea, and Pang Yue answered one by one.

After asking, the middle-aged man fell into silence for a long time before saying, "You were able to enter this place and awaken my lingering consciousness, which shows your affinity with my Primordial Yang Sect. I have fallen for hundreds of thousands of years, and theoretically, I shouldn't be picky, but your aptitude is truly... truly too poor."

"In my Primordial Yang Precipice, there is a treasure trove, the foundation for the revival of my Primordial Yang Sect. It contains two inheritances of the Primordial Spirit Grand Dao, nine Law Treasures, and countless spirit stones. If you agree to become an outer sect elder and take charge of finding true disciples for me, I can guarantee you a life of wealth and worry-free prosperity."

Pang Yue thought for a moment and asked, "If I become this outer sect elder, will I have no time to cultivate?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "That's right. You will have to use all your time to help me find true disciples. However, with your aptitude, even if you consume a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, reaching the Dao Foundation Late Stage in this lifetime is already the limit. Why continue to waste time on meaningless things? It would be better to find a few beautiful female cultivators, become Dao companions, and cultivate future generations to join my Primordial Yang Sect and continue my legacy."

Pang Yue pondered for a long time and said, "I'm sorry, senior, but I find it difficult to agree. The path to immortality is long and arduous, and I cannot be content with stopping here. I cannot accept it in this lifetime."

The middle-aged man looked at him and only after a while said, "Foolish!"

"Unbelievably foolish!"

"Do I have to personally take action and set a prohibition on your soul for you to be content?"

Pang Yue smiled faintly, "Unfortunately, that treasure trove... I'm afraid senior doesn't have the ability to keep me here!"

After saying that, his figure flickered and disappeared.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, "What a mysterious flying sword!"

After speaking, a brilliant light radiated from his body!

The Primordial Yang Monastery seemed to come alive, with countless cracks appearing on the surface of the huge green stones, revealing dazzling white light.

In the blink of an eye, the Formless Sword pierced through the restrictions of the Primordial Yang Monastery from the inside out and flashed out.

Then, it disappeared into the vast deep sea.

Behind it, the huge green stones suddenly emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding area for miles in an instant.

Within a thousand miles, all living creatures came to a standstill.

Only a ray of light from the Formless Sword struggled slightly, breaking through the spiritual mechanism and coming out.

"Alright, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. If we have fate, perhaps we will meet again someday."

The voice of the middle-aged man sounded in Pang Yue's ears.

In the next moment, a huge white pillar of light rose from the sea, instantly boiling the sea within a thousand miles with its immense spiritual power!

The dazzling white pillar of light pierced through the sky and the earth, emitting astonishing spiritual fluctuations that could be sensed within thousands of miles.

Including the Demon Talisman Sect's teleportation market, thousands of cultivators saw this anomaly from afar and hurriedly controlled their escape light to rush towards it.

Within the pillar of light, the Primordial Yang Monastery rose from the sea surface, floating in the air. With a gentle turn, it disappeared from sight.

Pang Yue controlled the Formless Sword to emerge from the sea surface, revealing his figure. He turned his head to look at the pillar of light, his expression complex.

The path of life is made up of countless choices.

It is difficult to say whether he missed an opportunity just now or not.

"This place is not suitable for staying."

Through his divine sense, it seemed that someone nearby had been alarmed by the anomaly and was rushing towards this direction. Pang Yue moved, intending to leave.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from a distance.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Not far away, five escape lights flew frantically, heading straight towards him.

The leader directly made a move, throwing out three dark divine thunders towards Pang Yue.

Pang Yue, who was already frustrated with the Primordial Yang Monastery, couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw this.

The three divine thunders instantly exploded, emitting a dark blue light that enveloped Pang Yue like three thunderclouds.

Boom!

A loud noise echoed on the sea surface.

Under the gloomy sky, fine rain fell, and electric currents wandered like dragons and snakes in the rain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the five escape lights had surrounded Pang Yue.

Suddenly, the lightning dissipated.

Pang Yue's body was covered in golden light, standing unharmed in the void.

He had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Fist Scripture to the extreme, and although his physical defense was not as strong as a Gold Core cultivator, it far surpassed the Dao Foundation realm.

He calmly looked at the five people who surrounded him and said with a gloomy expression, "Did you all attack me for no reason? Are you bored with your lives?"

The five people from Longyanzi also assessed Pang Yue. Seeing that he only had a cultivation level of Dao Foundation Triple, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had a powerful Body Refining technique, as long as they didn't engage in close combat, they could easily kill him.

"Did you kill my sister Long Ying'er? What about the Bamboo Mountain Five Friends?"

Longyanzi stared at Pang Yue, who had just been attacked by his Water Yin Thunder using the Gui Water Yin Thunder technique.

"I don't know anyone named Long Ying'er or the Bamboo Mountain Five Friends."

Pang Yue grinned, and two flying swords appeared in front of him. One emitted a chilling light, while the other was red and white.

The sword light coiled around him like a spirit snake, dancing around him, as if it could be unleashed at any moment.

He surveyed the five people, seemingly contemplating who to attack first.

The scholar who played with the Gui Water Yin Thunder had a cultivation level of Dao Foundation Perfection, making him the most difficult to deal with.

The young cultivator seemed familiar, as if he had seen him at the Bogu Pavilion and had some connection to the Gu family.

The short and fat old man had the lowest cultivation level, only Dao Foundation Sixth.

The other two wore battle armor and masks, exuding a cold aura. They had cultivation levels of Dao Foundation Seventh.

The other person wore black clothes, with a rough appearance and a cultivation level of Dao Foundation Ninth. At this moment, he was greedily looking at Pang Yue, not hiding his killing intent.

Seeing Pang Yue being surrounded by their five people, Longyanzi couldn't help but put away his disdain and became fully focused and alert.

Xun Yuan shouted, "Did you cause that anomaly just now? Do you have the Gold Core treasure on you?"

The cultivator in black clothes impatiently said, "He's the only one within a thousand miles. Who else could it be? Kill him quickly... finding the treasure is more important!"

After speaking, he summoned a pitch-black flying knife and slashed towards Pang Yue's forehead.

Pang Yue sneered, flicked his finger, and a butterfly flew out, intercepting the flying knife.

The Flame Demon Slaughtering Immortal Sword flickered and appeared in front of the cultivator in black clothes, transforming into a slender red and white light, entwining around his neck.

Clang!

The cultivator in black clothes swung a silver short staff, accurately hitting the red and white flying sword.

But in the next moment, his face suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

A thin bloodstain appeared on his forehead, extending downwards.

The other four were about to make a move, but seeing this, they instinctively stopped.

They saw the cultivator in black clothes split in half from the middle and fall towards the sea below.

Longyanzi and the other three felt a chill in their hearts, unable to see how the cultivator in black clothes had died.

"Attack together!"

Longyanzi shouted loudly, taking the lead and unleashing a Gui Water Yin Thunder the size of a water bucket, directly towards Pang Yue.

The other three also made their moves.

But then, Pang Yue's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared!

All attacks hit nothing!

But the two flying swords were agile and elusive, transforming into ethereal sword lights that danced around the field.

The cold sword light slashed towards Qian Yufeng, while the red and white sword light slashed towards Xun Yuan.

The sword light was faster than lightning, arriving as soon as the thought arose. The two of them hurriedly used all their skills to defend.

Long Yanzi and the armored cultivator widened their eyes and scanned their surroundings with their divine senses, trying to find Pang Yue's trace.

Suddenly, the cold sword light accelerated, bypassing Qian Yufeng's interception, piercing his forehead, and flying out from the back of his head, disappearing into the pouring rain.

Following that was a dull thunderous sound.

Qian Yufeng's face turned blank as he looked at Long Yanzi. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes dimmed, and he fell.

Sword qi and thunderous sound.

The remaining three people's hearts raced, and they all regretted this trip.

Long Yanzi remained silent, suddenly summoning a pitch-black long banner and shouting, "Come to me!"

Rolling black mist surged out from the long banner, scattering in all directions.

Xun Yuan and the armored cultivator hurriedly flew towards Long Yanzi.

Suddenly, a brilliant sword radiance erupted, and the red and white sword radiance split into four, with two strands entangling Xun Yuan and the other two slashing towards the armored cultivator.

The armored cultivator released a thick blue light and raised a handful of cold sand to block in front of him.

The cold sand was like mist, dense and numerous, surrounding the armored cultivator.

An extreme cold spread out, and the fine raindrops in the surroundings turned into ice crystals, falling down continuously.

Even the sea surface below began to freeze and spread.

However, the red and white sword radiance entered the cold sand, agilely shuttling between each grain of cold sand like a fish swimming!

The armored cultivator quickly formed hand seals, and the cold sand suddenly contracted, covering his body and forming another layer of armor.

In the next moment, the red and white sword radiance merged into one, swiftly cutting dozens of rounds around the armored cultivator's neck!

Sharp and piercing cutting sounds rang out.

"Dragon Fellow Daoist, save..." The armored cultivator shouted.

Before he could finish his words, a head with a helmet fell down.

The cold sand, armor, and protective spiritual light were all cut open by the Flame Demon Slashing Immortal Sword.

On the other side, Xun Yuan used a fan-shaped Law Weapon to defend against the sword radiance while fleeing towards the black mist where Long Yanzi was.

Just as he was about to enter the black mist, he suddenly heard the miserable cry of the armored cultivator.

He turned his head and felt a chill on his neck.

In the corner of his eye, a transparent flying sword with traces of blood flashed past his field of vision...

(End of this chapter)