Demon Gate Player

Chapter 40: Purple Moon

Realm of Ten Puppets.

At the peak of a towering volcano.

The calm lake reflected like a mirror, with wisps of hot air rising and snowflakes falling, creating a unique scenery.

By the lakeside of the volcano, stood a magnificent and extravagant palace.

In front of the palace, a wooden bridge extended to the center of the volcanic lake.

In the clear and warm lake water, a slender and graceful figure leisurely soaked in a hot spring. The snow-white skin echoed with the falling snowflakes, it was hard to tell which was whiter.

A flash of light appeared in the sky, initially a hundred miles away, but in the next instant, it had already appeared in front of the woman.

A wooden kite hovered in the void, with a stern tone it said, "Purple Moon Perfected Being, the Ancestor commands you to return to the Nine God Mountain."

The woman named Purple Moon frowned and said, "Wasn't the next mission scheduled for half a year later? Why am I being called back now?"

Red light flickered in the eyes of the wooden kite, and it mechanically replied, "I heard that Zhao Mengfo fell in a small world. The Ancestor couldn't spare any manpower, so he specially ordered you to go."

"Heh!"

Purple Moon sneered and said, "That waste Zhao Mengfo, relying on the Nine God Puppets bestowed by the Ancestor, he thinks highly of himself and is arrogant. He truly deserves to die."

After speaking, Purple Moon waved her hand and draped herself in a snow-white veil. Her body emitted a spiritual light, and she disappeared in an instant.

The wooden kite stood still for a few breaths, seemingly realizing that Purple Moon had already left. It flapped its wings and flew towards the distance.

The Nine God Mountain was a small and inconspicuous peak.

The peak was covered with lush coniferous forests, with gentle undulating slopes, devoid of any immortal aura.

But this place was the center of the Realm of Ten Puppets!

There was an open space on the mountaintop, where a stone statue stood.

The stone statue was about three zhang tall, with a bird-like body and a human-like face, standing on the mountaintop, gazing into the distance.

A figure in flowing white robes descended from the sky and knelt in front of the stone statue, speaking with an extremely respectful voice, "Disciple Purple Moon, pays respects to Master."

A halo circulated around the stone statue, as if it had "come alive" in an instant!

The stone statue lowered its head and a voice of an old woman came from its mouth.

"Three days ago, Zhao Mengfo's fire was extinguished. You will go and replace him, bringing back the origin of that realm."

"Disciple obeys."

Purple Moon complained in her heart, but she agreed with her mouth.

A flash of light appeared in the stone statue's hand, revealing a golden divine rope, and it said, "Take this Binding Immortal Rope with you."

Purple Moon was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Is that cultivator from that realm very powerful? Is it worth using the Binding Immortal Rope?"

The stone statue sternly said, "Don't be careless. Zhao Mengfo entered that realm for less than half a day and was killed by someone with a single sword."

Upon hearing this, excitement appeared on Purple Moon's face, her beautiful eyes shining brightly as she said, "Interesting!"

The stone statue sighed lightly and took out a purple jade talisman, saying, "This Forbidden God Talisman is bestowed upon you. If you encounter a tough opponent, use this talisman to suppress them and make them serve you."

"Thank you, Master! With the Rank Seven Law Treasure, the Immortal Binding Rope, and the Forbidden God Talisman, even if the opponent is in the Primordial Spirit Realm, I have confidence to fight against them!" said Ziyue with a smile.

The stone statue spoke in a deep voice, "In this world, besides me, there will never be another Primordial Spirit..."

His tone was filled with a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Ziyue didn't understand, but she didn't dare to ask further.

People like her, who had reached the peak of the Gold Core stage a hundred years ago but couldn't break through due to the deficiency of the Heavenly Dao, were numerous in the Wan Gui Realm.

What was even more despairing was that this was the case in all other realms besides the Wan Gui Realm.

In the Wan Gui Realm, among the three continents and seven seas, and the eighteen lower realms, there was only one cultivator in the Primordial Spirit Realm, and that was Patriarch Wu Hua.

The stone statue in front of them was one of the Primordial Spirit level puppets refined by Patriarch Wu Hua.

No one had ever seen the true appearance of Patriarch Wu Hua!

This included Ziyue, who was ranked seventh among the 108 disciples in the Gold Core stage!

All the disciples of Patriarch Wu Hua had to carry out missions to conquer the various realms.

Whenever they arrived in a realm, they had to use unique Law Treasures to devour the origin of the realm, and then bring it back to the Wan Gui Realm to offer it to the nine avatars of Patriarch Wu Hua.

For tens of thousands of years, countless disciples of the Nine Gods Sect had come and gone, but Patriarch Wu Hua had never changed.

The number of realms destroyed by the Nine Gods Sect was countless.

Only the realms with unique or extremely abundant resources could be preserved.

But so far, there were only eighteen of them.

The number of living beings destroyed by the Nine Gods Sect was in the billions and trillions.

After receiving the Immortal Binding Rope and the Forbidden God Talisman, Ziyue could set off, pass through the Void Gate, and arrive at the Xuyuan Land.

...

The Jiuyou Great Rift Valley.

In the darkness, the light of the Void Gate flickered.

A graceful figure in white walked out.

Ziyue stepped barefoot on the white lotus in the void, and walked towards the outside of the rift valley.

Wherever she passed, streams of light appeared, and the light and shadows changed, revealing the scene of Pang Yue devouring the disciples of the Nine Gods Sect outside the Void Gate with the Blood Shadow Technique!

After a while.

Ziyue appeared on the vast desert.

The place where Zhao Mengfo fell.

The Flowing Light Shadow Technique revealed the scene of Zhao Mengfo being beheaded.

Her expression became solemn as she watched it over and over again.

After a long time, she sighed softly, "Great swordsmanship! Great killing intent!"

Void Abyss Continent, northeast.

Hundred Refinements Sect, a realm.

The sky was filled with surging spiritual fire, and a fireball the size of a sun spun endlessly. Countless fire crows flew out from the fireball and attacked towards the Purple Moon.

The Purple Moon stood in the void, with a ten-zhang-sized ice phoenix flying around it, extinguishing the fire crows in the sky.

This ice phoenix was crystal clear, with feathers as sharp as swords, exuding a chilling aura as it flew like lightning.

Facing the Purple Moon from a distance was a short and fat old man. He wore coarse linen clothes and straw shoes, with a floating red copper furnace behind him. The flames in the furnace rolled and emitted an astonishing aura.

If there were disciples from the Hundred Refinements Sect present, they would recognize this person.

The Sect Master of the Hundred Refinements Sect, Jiang Beihai.

After a few rounds of fighting, Jiang Beihai became more and more shocked.

When did such a powerful female cultivator appear in the cultivation world?

With a cultivation at the Gold Core Late Stage, it was obvious that she was not a newly advanced Gold Core cultivator.

The ice phoenix gracefully flew, moving like lightning, erasing all the fire crows in its path!

It should be noted that the strength of these fire crows was comparable to that of Dao Foundation cultivators!

When hundreds of fire crows gathered together, ordinary Gold Core cultivators would find it difficult to resist.

But this female cultivator in front of him seemed indifferent.

There was even a hint of disappointment on her face...

Could it be that she was dissatisfied with her own performance?

Jiang Beihai was somewhat puzzled.

He used his changing techniques, and the countless fire crows instantly formed a large formation, surging out with towering flames, pouring down towards the white-robed female cultivator.

Like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, the flames were dense and substantial, carrying a scent of destruction, falling on top of the white-robed female cultivator.

Suddenly.

The ice phoenix let out a long cry towards the sky, spewing out a breath of cold air towards the flames!

In an instant!

The world turned cold!

From bottom to top, a hundred-li-long blue ice appeared out of thin air!

Everything was frozen in the ice.

In the cold ice, the flames, fireball, Jiang Beihai, and the red copper furnace were all frozen.

The aura on Jiang Beihai's body also plummeted in an instant.

Then, it was swept by an extremely cold force, like a candle in the wind, suddenly extinguished!

The Sect Master of the Hundred Refinements Sect fell just like that.

The Purple Moon waved her hand, and the ice cracked.

She flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Beihai.

Her snow-white jade hand pressed on Jiang Beihai's head.

After a few breaths.

Bang!

Blood and white splattered, and Jiang Beihai's headless body fell.

The ice phoenix flew over and lightly pecked at his abdomen, picking up a round and plump Gold Core.

"White Bone Demon Sect, the Demon Lord of Seven Kills!"

The Purple Moon murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes gazing towards the south.

...

Yellow flowers with dew, fine rain brings coldness, bare branches and withered trees, red leaves cover the steps.

Although autumn has not completely faded, the cold wind has arrived.

Inside the White Bone Dao Palace, a Grotto-Heaven was formed, with the rotation of stars, distinct seasons, just like the outside world.

Deep within the Dao Palace.

On a fairy mountain covered in clouds and mist.

Drizzling rain fell.

On a magnificent pavilion built on the edge of a cliff, the sound of a qin was melodious, as if it were heavenly music.

The inside of the pavilion was warm like spring, with a lingering fragrance.

In the center of the third floor, there was a large bed, surrounded by thin gauze curtains, and a rolling brocade quilt, presenting a scene of enchanting beauty.

An ancient qin on the table by the window played by itself, emitting a pleasant and captivating sound, as if it was entertaining the person inside the room.

After a while, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Pang Yue lifted the curtain and got out of bed.

Three stunningly beautiful female cultivators lay motionless in the soft and comfortable bed.

Gao Yan.

Dantai Xue.

And a cold and elegant woman, surprisingly the former Sect Master of the Netherworld Demon Sect, Ruan Lengshuang.

A layer of restriction blocked the red light at the window.

Pang Yue removed the restriction, and a sound transmission talisman flew in.

After a moment, Pang Yue flicked his finger, and the sound transmission talisman turned into ashes.

He turned his head and glanced at Dantai Xue, who was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, and said, "People from the Wangu Realm have arrived. They killed two of our Gold Core cultivators as soon as they made a move."

(End of this chapter)