"There's dragon energy in the air… Is this the Dragon Territory?" Tang Xinlian narrowed her eyes, her expression filled with curiosity.
"But if this is the Dragon Territory, then why is the demonic aura so strong?" she asked, puzzled.
"In the ancient war between heaven and earth," Ying Huanhuan explained, "humans only secured a tragic victory thanks to our master. Many powerful demons were sealed afterward. Three locations were used to imprison the most dangerous ones—what we now call the Demon Prisons. Each is essentially a giant prison, created solely to suppress and eventually destroy them. The place before us is one of those three."
Tang Xinlian's eyes widened. "One of the three? How many demon kings are sealed here?"
"At least ten," Ying Huanhuan replied solemnly.
"Ten…?" Tang Xinlian's voice trembled slightly. Just one Demon King was an overwhelming threat—ten of them sealed in the same prison was unimaginable.
"Originally, the dragon clan relied on the dragon veins to maintain a suppression array powerful enough to hold even those monsters," Ying Huanhuan continued. "But a hundred years ago, a member of the Dragon Clan drew upon the dragon vein's power, creating a flaw in the formation. That crack allowed some of the demonic energy to escape."
The demonic sea they now faced was only the residue that had leaked out. The true horror still lay sealed below.
Ye Feng knew this truth all too well. It wasn't incompetence or decay—it was greed that had weakened the seal.
Following Ye Feng and Ying Huanhuan, Tang Xinlian and Mu Lingshan ventured deeper into the Demon Sea. The air grew colder, darker, heavier.
Soon, an enormous black light barrier came into view. Dark runes danced across its surface, resembling twisted versions of the Dark Ancestor Runes. Cracks had formed across the barrier, allowing wisps of strange demonic energy to seep into the Demon Sea above.
Peering past the barrier, they saw it—an endless expanse of floating black towers. Massive chains wound around each one, connecting them like a vast web. Ancient runes pulsed along the chains, radiating oppressive force. From within the towers, waves of evil spirits surged out, only to be instantly purified by the rune-lit chains.
"This is the Demon Suppression Prison…" Tang Xinlian whispered.
She finally understood. This place wasn't merely a prison—it was a massive killing formation designed to strip the demons of their vitality. Once drained, they would perish on their own.
Each tower soared thousands of feet high. The figures walking among them were like ants in a forest of giants. It was impossible to count how many towers stood within the prison. The number of sealed demons was equally unfathomable.
"The ancient war must have been incredible," Tang Xinlian said, her warrior's heart stirred with longing. "To witness such a battle… what a glorious death that would be."
As they pressed forward, an ancient black throne came into view, formed entirely from converging black chains. A slender figure sat upon it, still and silent, as though frozen in time.
Despite her stillness, an overwhelming pressure radiated from her, making Tang Xinlian's heart tremble.
"Senior Sister… we meet again," Ying Huanhuan called softly.
The figure stirred.
"Ice Lord?" A pair of black eyes slowly opened—deep, ancient, and calm. The space around her seemed to bow in reverence.
She was the Lord of Darkness, one of the Eight Ancient Lords.
Even after sleeping for countless years, her power remained terrifying. Clad in tight-fitting black battle armor, her long hair fell like a cascade of midnight silk. Her eyes, though black, were not evil—only deep, like an abyss that consumed light.
"Big sister," Ying Huanhuan smiled gently. "You're finally awake."
"Yes," the Lord of Darkness replied, her voice steady. "But why? You know my duty. You didn't come just to see me."
"You're free now."
The Lord of Darkness gave a low chuckle. "You're still fond of your little jokes, junior sister."
"I'm not joking. Feng can handle this Demon Suppression Prison," Ying Huanhuan said, her gaze turning to Ye Feng.
"Him?" The Lord of Darkness looked at Ye Feng with clear disdain. "He looks barely out of his teens."
Ye Feng didn't bother answering. He raised his hand, and the Emperor Flame ignited with a roar. Fueled by chaos energy, the flame blazed like the sun, spreading with terrifying momentum.
It surged across the Demon Suppression Prison like a divine tempest.
Ahhh!
Roar!
Screams and wails erupted from the black towers. The sealed demons inside struggled madly, their voices shrieking through the prison.
"…Who is he? Why does he wield power similar to master?" the Lord of Darkness whispered, eyes narrowing.
"Just similar?" Ying Huanhuan raised an eyebrow.
The Lord of Darkness fell silent.
She had to admit it—Ye Feng's power wasn't just on par with Fu Zu's. It exceeded it. This flame could sear the very fabric of space. Even Fu Zu hadn't possessed such terrifying control.
"So, this is your choice," she murmured.
In the final days of the ancient war, before Fu Zu perished and scattered his reincarnations, he gave the Eight Ancient Lords a final choice: to follow a new path, or perish with the old one. The Ice Lord had always been the one most likely to reach Fu Zu's level.
And now, she had chosen Ye Feng.
"Feng, let me help," Ying Huanhuan said with a smile. She raised her hand and summoned the Yuqin, a divine zither. Her fingers danced across the strings.
A strange melody filled the air.
Uh oh… Oh oh… Ah hiss, ah hiss… Cluck cluck… Ah hiss…
The eerie song wasn't music—it was law.
The Lord of Darkness's expression shifted as she immediately activated her own dark laws to shield herself.
"That melody… the power of law," she murmured.
The music wasn't a simple sound wave—it was a soul-based attack. The melody burrowed into the hearts of those who heard it, stirring emotion and disrupting spiritual focus.
Even though the Lord of Darkness wasn't the target, she still felt her emotions waver. As for the demons, who were the targets, the effect was catastrophic.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of muffled explosions echoed throughout the prison.
From tower to tower, the demons let out cries of anguish as they lost control of their emotions, unable to withstand the soul-twisting melody. One after another, they collapsed and died within their seals.
By the time the final note faded, the prison had fallen silent. The constant demonic wails were gone—replaced by a solemn, eerie stillness.
"What law was that?" the Lord of Darkness finally asked.
"The Law of Emotion," Ying Huanhuan answered calmly.
As she spoke, the divine pattern between her brows slowly faded, and the seven radiant halos behind her disappeared.
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