The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

The Netherworld Saint Spirit let out a gentle laugh, claiming to bring a warning to Li Muyang.

Li Muyang stared at it, slightly furrowing his brows. Yet he held his temper and said, “I’m listening.”

Amidst the mist, the Netherworld Saint Spirit said, “Fairy Qinghe has awakened. The Otherworldly Demon Gods of the Deep Space Temple have been biding their time, waiting for the right moment.”

“Their ultimate moment is when the Heaven and Earth Seal is completely broken, allowing True Immortal-level beings to descend into the Mortal World.”

“However, if they can, they surely wouldn’t want to wait until then.”

“Fairy Qinghe is far too powerful. If she regains her peak strength, there’s no guarantee anyone can definitively take her down.”

“The best strategy would be to mobilize the forces of the Mortal World to eliminate Fairy Qinghe before the Heaven and Earth Seal is broken, using others as their weapon. This way, the Otherworldly Demon Gods won’t have to face Fairy Qinghe in direct battle.”

The Netherworld Saint Spirit laid out the situation.

Li Muyang looked at it, raising an eyebrow slightly. “That’s it?”

This simplistic scheme was something he could deduce on his own.

Which is why he intended to rally the sword cultivators of the Mysterious Sword Sect to the Cultivation World to prevent the Otherworldly Demon Gods from acting out of desperation.

He had expected the Netherworld Saint Spirit to provide some genuinely valuable intelligence.

Above the Misty Sea, the Netherworld Saint Spirit shook its head slightly.

It said, “I’ve traveled across the Tianyuan Continent for some time. I suspect the mysteries of the Ancient Resentment Well may be Fairy Qinghe’s ultimate contingency plan for the Mortal World. If the Netherworld ultimately triumphs, you could retreat into the Ancient Resentment Well to ensure the survival of your kind.”

“But the grudge between the Otherworldly Demon Gods and you is irreconcilable. They may not let you or Fairy Qinghe off so easily.”

“Under these circumstances, I believe we could consider forming an alliance.”

The monstrous body of the Netherworld Saint Spirit seemed to be laughing at this moment.

It chuckled and said, “Your path ahead is perilous. For you, and for all living beings in the Mortal World, the future is bleak.”

“Even if you unite all the forces of the Mortal World, you cannot stand against the Otherworldly Demon Gods. Your powers are far too insignificant.”

“But with my help, it would be an entirely different story.”

“Though the Netherworld has been destroyed, I left behind some embers ten thousand years ago. Over the millennia, those embers have grown strong.”

“If you and I were to form an alliance, together we could eradicate the Otherworldly Demon Gods of the Deep Space Temple, minimizing the losses to your Mortal World and ensuring the survival of your people.”

“I wouldn’t mind if the beings of the Mortal World thrived in the Ancient Resentment Well.”

The Netherworld Saint Spirit’s words made Li Muyang’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“Form an alliance with you? And after victory, we voluntarily retreat from the Mortal World, handing over our lands to you?”

Win the war, yet cede territory—handing over all the land at that! Even Li Hongzhang would refuse to sign such a treaty.

Li Muyang shook his head. “Why don’t you Netherworld entities move into the Ancient Resentment Well instead? We from the Mortal World wouldn’t mind you continuing your existence there.”

Li Muyang’s words were steeped in sarcasm.

The Netherworld Saint Spirit laughed loudly and shook its head. “You’ve got backbone, Jiang Xiaoyu, but backbone doesn’t fill one’s stomach.”

“If you reject my terms, your Mortal World will face total annihilation.”

“So, it’s not me begging you for an alliance. I’m merely offering you and your kind a way out, out of consideration for the Ghost Moon Fox.”

“If you don’t accept, so be it.”

After speaking, the Netherworld Saint Spirit turned and left.

It said calmly, “Of course, if you regret your decision in the future, you’re welcome to come find me again.”

“This is my utmost goodwill to you and the Ghost Moon Fox.”

Its monstrous form vanished into the mist, retreating swiftly.

Li Muyang watched its departing figure, his brows tightly furrowed.

Yu Xiaoshuang murmured apprehensively, “Senior, that creature was so arrogant…”

Li Muyang squinted in the direction where the Netherworld Saint Spirit had disappeared and scoffed coldly, “Ignore it.”

Such a deal, which involved sacrificing the interests of the entire race, was nothing more than a ploy to trick Li Muyang into being its lackey.

A simple lip service, and it expected Li Muyang to hand over the entirety of the Mortal World?

Not only did Li Muyang lack the authority to make such a decision, but even if he had, he absolutely wouldn’t agree. Signing such a treaty would make him no better than someone surnamed Wang.

Disregarding the Netherworld Saint Spirit’s alliance proposal, Li Muyang sat atop the Green Saber Mantis, continuing to play his game while keeping watch over his main body’s situation.

A blood-soaked, storm-like battle raged within the Nine Nether Cult, forcing its demon cultivators into a relentless retreat.

The massive Ghostly Soul Formation, which resounded with the wails of a million souls, had almost been utterly obliterated by his main body and now teetered on collapse.

The demon cultivators besieging his main body were heavily injured, their plight growing increasingly dire.

At this stage, the Nine Nether Cult was on the brink of life and death.

And yet, their Sect Hierarch had yet to make an appearance, which left Li Muyang perplexed.

A vague unease crept into his heart, prompting him to closely monitor his main body’s situation.

After another quarter-hour, his main body finally shattered the crumbling Ghostly Soul Formation, breaking out of the encirclement.

With the destruction of the Ghostly Soul Formation, the Nine Nether Cult could no longer resist the overwhelming power of Li Muyang’s main body.

In this instant, blood rained down from the heavens, malevolent demonic energy surged into the sky.

Having cultivated the Nether Demon Manual, Li Muyang’s main body exuded overwhelming demonic power with every gesture, resembling a peerless, malevolent demon descending upon the world.

He coldly charged into the crowd, ruthlessly cutting down and claiming the lives of the Nine Nether Cult’s demon cultivators.

Blood rained in torrents as countless anguished screams and cries for mercy filled the air, coalescing into chaos. The entirety of the Nine Nether Cult resembled an apocalyptic nightmare.

At this moment, it seemed the ancient prophecy of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion had truly come to pass.

A terrifying malevolent demon had descended, slaughtering all living beings and bringing absolute destruction to the Mortal World.

Li Muyang narrowed his eyes.

“Something’s off… deeply off!”

Where was the Sect Hierarch of the Nine Nether Cult? Why had they yet to appear?

Where on earth had that figure gone?

Li Muyang focused all his attention on his main body’s surroundings.

Finally, through his main body’s perception, he noticed an ominous aura emanating faintly from a pitch-black chasm deep within the Nine Nether Cult’s mountain gates.

The aura was incredibly faint. If Li Muyang hadn’t been paying constant attention, it would have been nearly impossible to detect it immediately.

Yet, even the main body that was wreaking havoc among the crowd noticed the abnormality within the chasm in an instant.

Startled, the main body raised its head and stared toward the crevice, immediately surging forward.

With the speed of tunneling light, Li Muyang’s main body landed beside the chasm.

But within a matter of seconds, the ominous aura in the chasm had expanded exponentially.

The moment his main body arrived, the chasm exploded with a deafening roar.

A massive, red-haired monstrous hand burst forth from the ruptured chasm, clawing savagely at Li Muyang’s main body.

Li Muyang was utterly shocked.

“This…”

Through his main body’s perspective, he glimpsed the full form of the monstrosity within the chasm.

It was none other than an enormous, colossal divine corpse.

And Li Muyang recognized it.

It was none other than the famed Guardian God of ten thousand years past, Lord Zhao!

His corpse had been buried beneath the Nine Nether Cult’s lands all this time?!

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