Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"General Demonkin, you are from the Blue-blood Demon Race, a distinguished clan, yet you are still too young."

"He asked for sixty percent, so let's take sixty percent. Where is the dignity of our old Blue-blood Demon Race if we do that? The items are under the name of our Demon Armor Army. When the time comes, we can just tell Marlo that this one percent is actually forty percent. What can he do to us?"

"A rootless member of the Green Blood Demon Race, even if he gets lucky and becomes light blue-blooded, if he does not show respect, we shall simply make arrangements and kill him."

"The bright red Blood Essence Stones, just given to Marlo like that. What a sin, General Demonkin," said the Horse-head Demonkin sitting on the right, chuckling as he stood up and patted the Ox-head Demonkin's shoulder, earnestly advising him.

Demon Realm, a place where hierarchy is stern, everything is just this cruel.

Stepping out of the military tent and reaching a frozen lake, he looked up to the still snowing sky. The Bovine-head Demonkin stared blankly into the distance, losing himself in thought.

After a while, he exhaled two puffs of white breath through his wide bovine nostrils and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "In this life, I tread on thin ice. Demon Heaven above, can I make it to the end?"

The Bovine-head Demonkin stepped onto the icy lake. Suddenly, a faint crackling sound was heard, and his steps halted. Then, black clouds formed under his feet, and he resolutely continued forward.

In every region of the Demon Realm, they were arming and preparing for battle.

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Dragon Tiger Mountain, Heavenly Pillar Peak.

Zhang Hu, wearing a headband and holding a Dao Sword, was preparing to descend the mountain. Standing in front of him was his father, Yuan Shan True Monarch, who had come to see him off.

"Hu, do you truly wish to descend the mountain for training? The outside world is in endless turmoil right now. Staying and cultivating in the hardships of Dragon Tiger Mountain might be more fitting," Yuan Shan True Monarch said with concern in his eyes, unable to refrain from advising.

"Father, before Taoist Yi departed, he mentioned something very true during our casual chat. 'Reading thousands of Taoist scriptures is inferior to traveling thousands of miles.' He encouraged me to descend the mountain to see more of the world and achieve great things."

"Dragon Tiger Mountain is too peaceful. A sapling that doesn't experience storms can't grow into a towering tree. Your son wishes to train in the storms of the outside world."

"Staying in Dragon Tiger Mountain, with the Heavenly Master's family elders protecting me from the storms and winds behind the mountain, I would not experience even a bit of rain or wind."

"Why don't you also descend the mountain for a while, father? Taoist Yi said that the path of a True Monarch progresses too slowly through harsh cultivation. Even for you, father, descending the mountain to travel and observe more could greatly benefit your own cultivation." Zhang Hu, now advising his own father, reversed their roles.

"Good, my son, with such ambition, I shall certainly support you. Go ahead. Take what's inside this storage ring with you; I will stay and meditate on the subtleties of the Five Thunder Law for now," Yuan Shan True Monarch said, his eyes filled with both pride and concern. He handed a storage ring to Zhang Hu, evidently well-prepared for his departure.

"Thank you, father. I shall take my leave," Zhang Hu said, unbothered by the situation, turning around elegantly. With a long howl, he spiritedly headed down the mountain.

A day passed after Zhang Hu descended the mountain, and night fell.

Unnoticed by anyone, a wicked bone buried under a crooked tree on Tianxuan Peak suddenly emitted a faint ghostly glow.

This ghostly glow was barely perceptible, flickering swiftly only when Venus lit up, and then it vanished.

And the anomaly on Tianxuan Peak continued.

To outsiders, Tianxuan Peak seemed as usual, its disciples even more diligent. However, a terrifying dark cloud had long been slowly eroding Tianxuan Peak.

Nor did anyone notice the despair and pleas for help in the depths of some disciples' eyes.

They performed 'spectacular' dramas daily, and within these meticulously designed plays, they had no right to speak or exit, nor the power to remain silent and unaffected.

Their consciousnesses had long been imprisoned deep within their Sea of Consciousness, only able to watch as their bodies performed various absurd acts like marionettes.

"Long Yi, you truly are talented. Such talent is hard to find even in my City of Bewitching Desires," a figure within the dark mist suddenly exclaimed in admiration.

Straws inserted into bodies of the clan elders on Tianxuan Peak like clay and wooden dolls, each wriggling inside the tubes like little mice.

Of course, a tube was also connected to Zhang Longyi, his aura now three times stronger than before.