The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 232 - 127: In the Door of Ten Thousand Demons, Memories from the Past_3

Chapter 232: Chapter 127: In the Door of Ten Thousand Demons, Memories from the Past_3

"The next demon cave won’t be empty as well, will it?" Liu Gaoda was helpless.

"It certainly will not. In the next demon cave, there is a Great Venerable practicing his art.

That Great Venerable is a trusted confidant of the Venerable!" The mid-term Venerable said.

In the present world, there is no news from the Venerable and Bai Di, only the Great Venerable knows where they have gone.

Without the Venerable and Bai Di, this world belongs to the Blood Master.

"The Venerable’s confidant, is it the demonic crocodile?" Liu Gaoda’s eyes were focused.

"Not him, it’s another one, he is...the one who decides the battle between the North and the South, the supreme commander of the North." The mid-term Venerable explained.

Liu Gaoda seemed excited; he also felt a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Once upon a time, the battle between the North and the South was considered the final battle that would lead to the South’s destruction.

Now, he has actually come to the deep North, the supreme commander’s territory.

"Let’s go!" Liu Gaoda waved his large hand.

...

In the Blood Sea Demon Cave.

A terrifying figure opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion: "Strange, why are there so few demons in the cave?"

The demons were terrifying.

But for the Great Venerable, the demons were also a source for cultivating.

With demons to cultivate, their engravings can be made more stable.

"Before I began my cultivation, I reminded them to regularly introduce new demons.

Now... they have actually forgotten, this is outrageous!" The Grinding Stone Great Venerable angrily flung his sleeve.

He had been closed off in cultivation for thirty years, gaining much in the process.

The moment he emerged, it was time to attack the South.

But now, he had to emerge earlier, how could he not be angry?

With resentment, he walked out of the Blood Sea Demon Cave.

"Hm?" His eyes squinted, "Where are the people?"

When he emerges, dozens of Venerables will certainly greet him.

But at this moment, other than empty spaces, where are the Venerables? Even mythological heroes are nowhere in sight.

Where has everyone gone?

The Grinding Stone Great Venerable was confused, he shouted: "Meng Hu, Tong Xiu...where are you?"

The shout spread for dozens of miles, but there was still no response.

"Could it be..." Odd thoughts rose in the heart of Grinding Stone Great Venerable.

At this time, a voice finally responded at last: "Grinding Stone Great Venerable, you finally woke up!"

Grinding Stone Great Venerable looked at the person who came, a puzzled expression on his face: "Peng Lai Great Venerable, what is going on?"

"Don’t ask anymore, the big shots from Blood Palace are about to arrive, we have to hurry and greet them!" Peng Lai Great Venerable said urgently.

Grinding Stone Great Venerable felt a bit bewildered: "Blood Palace, what is that? Is it a power that the Venerable established?"

"No, Blood Palace is a power created by the Blood Master of the Southern Land’s City of No Return!"

"Southern Land?" Killing intent flashed through Grinding Stone Great Venerable’s eyes, "The power from the South actually dares to come to my North!"

"Grinding Stone Great Venerable, quickly retract your killing intent, the people from Blood Palace, they are not to be offended!" Peng Lai Great Venerable was terrified.

He was afraid of causing conflicts.

Who doesn’t know that this world belongs to Blood Palace!

"What is really happening?" Grinding Stone Great Venerable felt bewildered.

"Blood Palace, established by the Blood Master, with a total strength of thirty thousand Venerables!"

Grinding Stone Great Venerable: "...What are you talking about?"

The North-South Battle had only a few thousand Venerables.

Suddenly he was told, an unknown power has appeared with thirty thousand Venerables!

Isn’t it a bit too outrageous!

"It’s the absolute truth, don’t offend the Blood Palace at all costs. A few years ago, Uuzui Great Venerable provoked the Blood Master, as a result, three thousand red-robed men from Blood Palace came out together, and Uuzui Great Venerable was brutally killed!" Peng Lai Great Venerable said, his face still filled with fear.

Grinding Stone Great Venerable knew Uuzui Great Venerable, this Great Venerable was particularly talkative, and very irritating.

Grinding Stone Great Venerable felt as though he was separated from the modern world.

"Is what you say true?"

"Absolutely true!"

"How many years have I been in seclusion...Could it be...one thousand years?"

"You’ve been in seclusion for...twenty-nine years."

"..."

"Hurry up and prepare to welcome the dignitaries from Blood Palace."

"But, I’m the supreme commander of the North!"

"The North doesn’t even exist, the Venerable is gone, what does a supreme commander matter?"

...

Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

A deserted place, underground is a fortress.

This fortress is a stronghold in the Flowing Wind Realm.

Within this stronghold, Bai Di’s clone is visibly weak.

He gazes at the thirteen individuals in front of him, his eyes filled with a sense of melancholy.

"You have finally arrived."

Over the years, he has guided the Thirteen Demons of the North into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, battlefields are everywhere, fraught with danger.

Bai Di has expended enormous energy and went through untold hardships to bring these thirteen individuals here.

He Wu looks at Bai Di, with a look of respect in his eyes.

Ningtuo looks relieved, only Bai Di can earn He Wu’s trust in this way. She holds onto a chain tightly in her hand, deep in thought.

The remaining thirteen demons look towards Bai Di, their eyes filled with a combination of doubt and curiosity.

"Bai Di, why have you gathered us here?" Ling Yayi, graceful as a jade tree, slowly asked. "Can you truly explain the ’demon’ mark on our faces?"

Born as demons, they have suffered endless hardship.

Bai Di looks at them, with nostalgia in his eyes: "In fact, tens of thousands of years ago, you were... my junior brothers and sisters."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present shifted subtly.

Some of them looked utterly baffled.

Because this statement was indeed strange.

Tens of thousands of years ago, they had not yet been born. How could they have been Bai Di’s junior brothers and sisters?

Even the concept of reincarnation isn’t something that Venerables can grasp.

Bai Di looks over the crowd, eventually pulling out a mirror.

"This realm is called the Mirror of Ten Thousand Demons. In this mirror, you might find the answer."

The mirror shatters into thirteen pieces, landing in everyone’s hands.

Ningtuo holds a piece of the mirror, her expression complex. She asks Bai Di, "Did I have a Dao partner tens of thousands of years ago?"

Bai Di shakes his head: "I can’t recognize who is who among you."

The rest of the group exchange glances, feeling that this situation is strange.

But they believe that Bai Di wouldn’t lie to them.

And even if it were a lie, how could they resist?

At this moment, Bai Di adds: "In the mirror, you might see the most unforgettable scene, full of sorrow or joy."

Upon hearing this, everyone fixes their gaze onto the mirror.

Ningtuo is holding the mirror in one hand and a chain in the other. She glances at the Blood Pearl and eventually rests her gaze on the mirror.

The scene inside the mirror changes.

A vast desert. A man wearing a blood-colored robe and wielding a longsword is walking through the sands.

The man’s face is obscured, as though veiled by a thin layer of cloud, making it impossible to see clearly.

a delicate-looking young woman appears. Upon seeing the man in the blood-colored robe, her face lights up with excitement.

"Blood Pearl!"

In the desert, the man in the blood-colored robe turns around, his voice indifferent and ethereal: "Who are you?"

He seems to be talking to the air.

In front of him, within his line of sight, there is clearly nothing.

But he feels that someone is there.

"I..." The young girl anxiously opens her mouth, wanting to say something.

But suddenly, the man draws his sword: "All things in this world are meant to be forgotten.

You’re not supposed to be here!"

With a slash of the sword, the girl falls like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground.

Blood oozes out, staining her clothes. She struggles to reach out her hand, trying to stop the man.

But the man keeps walking forward without looking back.

"Blood Pearl..."

The scene freezes. Ningtuo looks at the man in the blood-colored robe, her expression inexplicable: "Hehe..."

The Thirteen Demons of the North present all look at the scene in Ningtuo’s mirror, as the scenes in their mirrors have not yet appeared.

He Wu has an intrigued look on his face: "I didn’t expect the renowned Palace Master of the Heart of Heaven Palace to have such a past."

Everyone in the room chuckles a bit at his comment.

Only Bai Di, whose eyes reveal a touch of pity.

Is this... the Dream of Ten Thousand Demons?

And is their beloved master truly... a great demon?

Is Golden Canary... a demoness?

Ningtuo remains silent, continuing to look into the mirror.