Chapter 30: The Intentions of the Moon-Dawn Sacred Land, the Outbreak of the Demon Abyss!

Arrogant! Presumptuous!

How could this Li Xuan dare to provoke a Holy Land to its face? He must be insane!

Everyone stared at the yellow paper suspended in mid-air with varying expressions. It was nothing more than a common piece of yellow paper, with strange patterns drawn haphazardly upon it. They wondered whether to call this man arrogant or simply suicidal. Challenging a Holy Land openly—if that isn’t courting death, then what is? Did he actually think he could survive this? If so, they could only say that this Li Xuan was far too naive.

What did he think a Holy Land was? What did he think the Xiyue Holy Land was?

A Holy Land carries the title of "Holy" for a reason. They possess countless beings in the Saint Realm, along with Saint-tier weapons, and even Emperor-tier armaments! Not to mention that the Xiyue Holy Land’s first Saint Master, Chen Xiyue, was a close friend of the current Great Emperor, and it was rumored that the Emperor had bestowed a promise upon the Xiyue Holy Land!

An Emperor’s promise! Who would dare provoke the Xiyue Holy Land? Even the forbidden zones would have to weigh the gravity of such a promise!

The killing intent within the Xiyue Holy Land was thickening until it felt almost tangible. The disciples of the Holy Land glared with cold, murderous eyes. Their Holy Land had stood for nearly ten thousand years, backed by an Emperor’s promise; how dare someone... humiliate them like this!

Ye Bufan gripped his hands tightly, his teeth grinding. "Li Xuan! You killed my brothers, destroyed the Tailong Sect, wiped out the Su family, and now you dare to kill an elder of my Xiyue Holy Land!"

"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

A series of system notifications appeared. Li Xuan smiled; as for Ye Bufan’s threats, they were like the buzzing of an ant, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

The two Saint-realm powerhouses remained silent, their expressions indifferent, yet they were searching the area with their full power to locate Li Xuan. The aura of the Saints made everyone tremble.

"It is merely a talisman; the voice within was recorded long ago." Xu Geng reached out to grab the paper, but it did not move an inch. His gaze sharpened.

Just then, a voice emanated from the yellow paper once more: "There is one final gift. I hope you enjoy it."

Hong Wei snorted coldly. "Playing god! Get down here!"

He punched the talisman, and the world seemed to tilt from the force. Yet, the talisman made no sound and simply dissolved into ash. An invisible ripple seemed to spread across the Xiyue Holy Land. Everyone held their breath, brows furrowed. The elders and disciples of the Xiyue Holy Land scanned their surroundings. For a moment, the entire Holy Land fell into an eerie silence.

One, two, three moments passed.

Hong Wei’s face turned grim. He sneered, "Very well, very well. Do you think you can still run?" He admitted he was enraged, his heart burning with fury. "It has been a long time since anyone dared to toy with me like this."

The "final gift" was all a lie! Hong Wei had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

...

Outside the Xiyue Holy Land, those who had come to watch the spectacle felt the waves of Saintly pressure emanating from within. They stared at the Holy Land, hearts pounding.

"What is happening? Did some major event occur inside?"

"Isn't today the day the Saint Master takes in new disciples? How could something go wrong? It must be the ancestors of the Holy Land emerging!"

"Hiss, if that’s the case, the two new disciples must be exceptionally talented. I wonder what their constitutions and cultivation levels are?"

"Rumor has it one has Heavy Eyes, and the other has a Purple Dao Physique!"

People discussed among themselves, many youths looking at the distant Holy Land, which was shrouded in auspicious light and overflowing with destiny, their eyes filled with envy. Would they ever have the chance to join such a place?

Inside the Xiyue Holy Land, a voice rang out.

"Hahaha! Retribution! Retribution! Your retribution has arrived!"

It was the Su ancestor. He looked manic, eyes wide. He had heard it—it was Li Xuan. Li Xuan had come to take his revenge on the Xiyue Holy Land! There was no doubt about it; Li Xuan was here for vengeance.

Without the Xiyue Saint Master, Ye Bufan and Su Wan would have been dead long ago; they never could have become so prominent. Li Xuan would not tolerate them living. He finally understood—truly understood. When Ye Bufan and Su Wan had declared their "true love" on the day of the wedding, any man would have been unable to endure it. Li Xuan letting the Saint Master take them away was not an act of magnanimous forgiveness—it was torture.

Li Xuan intended to kill everyone Ye Bufan and Su Wan cared about, to let them die in agony. Li Xuan was not broad-minded; he was incredibly petty. No, that wasn't right—he was generous to his own, but incredibly petty toward his enemies! Otherwise, he wouldn't have obtained the fortuitous opportunity to advance further toward the Dao-Integration realm.

"Retribution, it’s all retribution! No one can escape it!" The Su ancestor muttered to himself. His family could have climbed to greatness under a Saint, but now, it had all turned to nothing. His words startled those nearby.

[You shocked the Daughter of Destiny, Su Wan. Obtained 6,666 Villain Points, +1 year of lifespan.]
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In the main hall of the Xiyue Holy Land, elders and peak masters sat in high seats, with the two Saints in the positions of honor. They had heard the Su ancestor's words. One of the Saints asked indifferently, "Could there be someone behind Li Xuan plotting against us?"

"Plotting against us?" Hong Wei gave a cold smile. "Regardless of whether there is, or how many there are, everyone will be crushed into powder beneath our Holy Land."

"Our display this time is not just for that arrogant brat, Li Xuan," the other Saint, Xu Geng, said coldly. "The Xiyue Holy Land has not walked the world for a long time; many have forgotten our might and think they can pull on the tiger's whiskers."

Their objective was not Li Xuan; in fact, Li Xuan was beneath their notice. He was merely an afterthought. Their true goal was to demonstrate the majesty of the Xiyue Holy Land!

As for "retribution," the two Saints and three Sages heard the word without a ripple of emotion. To become a Saint, one must have an unshakeable will, believing only in oneself, never in fate or retribution!

"As for the Li family and Li Xuan—do not kill them. Imprison them above the Demon Cave, to be tormented day and night." Hong Wei spoke coldly, sealing their fate.

The Demon Cave of the Xiyue Holy Land was a place of extreme torture. Prisoners were eroded by demonic energy day and night and bitten by tiny demonic mosquitoes that laid eggs within human flesh, which would then hatch and grow inside the body. That was true torture.

"Agreed," Xu Geng nodded.

Before long, the two Saints and three Sages stood in the sky. Warships gleamed with cold, icy light, and a massive full moon hung in the heavens, blotting out the sun. This was the Xiyue Holy Land’s guardian Saint-tier armament, refined day and night by generations. It was a top-tier Saint weapon, crafted from materials that only an Emperor could utilize. However, it had not yet reached the level of a Quasi-Emperor weapon. What the Holy Land truly craved was the first Saint Master’s Quasi-Emperor weapon, buried deep within the Demon Cave.

"Hiss, as expected of the Xiyue Holy Land. So powerful!"
"A ten-thousand-year-old Holy Land; none of them are simple."
"Even if the current Great Emperor is... a bit weak, he is still a Great Emperor."

The visiting sects and Holy Lands watched this scene with shock, envy, and bitterness. There were levels to Holy Lands, and the strong ones were like Xiyue. The weaker ones, like themselves, merely trailed behind the powerful, and while they had Saints, those Saints were old monsters who might fall at any moment! They could not compare to the Xiyue Holy Land, where several Saint-realm existences still had long lifespans.

Inside the Xiyue Holy Land, the Su ancestor looked up at the warships filling the sky, swallowing hard. Nearby, the severed heads of his family members rolled on the ground.

"So powerful," the Su ancestor thought, shaken. "Revenge? Retribution? No matter how strong Li Xuan is, he is helpless against a power like this!"

"Retribution? Old man? Our Holy Land fears no retribution!" an elder guarding them said dismissively.

The Su ancestor’s head shook. He felt a sudden surge of confidence—perhaps the Su family could still take revenge on Li Xuan! After all, Su Wan was a disciple of the Saint Master!

Just then, he felt the table shift. "Hm? Why is the ground shaking?"

A chill swept through the air. The Su ancestor was jolted, and he saw a powerful surge of demonic energy erupting from beneath the Holy Land! The earth trembled and the mountains swayed.

A forbidden area in the back mountain collapsed, and boundless black demonic energy gushed from below, rushing into the sky.

High above, the two Saints were the first to turn their heads. A figure rushed toward them. "Saints, it is a disaster! The Demon Cave has rioted, all the formations have failed, and countless demonic creatures are breaking out!"

Hong Wei’s brow furrowed. A voice echoed in his mind: *Retribution?!*

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Outside the Xiyue Holy Land, Kou Zhong and his brothers stood in a tavern filled with immortal mist. The entire tavern was in shock, watching the warships appearing above the Xiyue Holy Land.

"What is going on? Is the Xiyue Holy Land about to go to war with someone?"
"Good heavens, with power like this, they could probably raid a forbidden zone, couldn't they?"
"And there are Saints! Even the Saints of the Xiyue Holy Land have emerged!"
"I heard that someone provoked the Holy Land repeatedly, causing them to fly into a rage and unleash their full force!"
"Ah? Isn't that just suicide?"

The crowd watched the display of might, stunned. The Daoist frowned and set up a barrier. "Old Kou, the Xiyue Holy Land is truly enraged. What should we do? Should we help Senior Li?"

"With our meager strength, I doubt it would matter. These bastards from the Xiyue Holy Land are truly strong," the burly man said, baring his teeth at the five Saint-realm figures in the sky. They were not opponents they could face!

The burly man changed his tone suddenly. "But look, the Holy Land has mobilized. Two Saints and three Sages are out. Doesn't that mean the interior of the Holy Land is empty?"

The eyes of Kou Zhong's brothers lit up. Those who followed a bandit leader like Kou Zhong were, naturally... not exactly saints themselves!

Kou Zhong felt a bit flustered, but he didn't show it. "Don't worry," he said calmly, "Senior Li already told me not to worry about him."

Though he said this, he was deeply anxious. If the Xiyue Holy Land truly attacked the Senior, he would have to go all out to assist him. *I hope the Senior runs fast!*

"The Senior is indeed powerful," the Daoist said, looking at the warships, "but the force the Holy Land is deploying is too strong. We must think of a way."

"Don't rush. The Senior has his own ways." Kou Zhong was speaking when he suddenly froze, staring at the Holy Land.

A massive black pillar of demonic energy erupted from within!

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