Chapter 470: Eternal Conspiracy, inscription of kun

"The Evil Demon Clan excels at polluting all things."

"They are searching for these Inscriptions with the intent to pollute them, and then use them to corrupt those fallen Ancient Emperors."

"Once they succeed, the remains of those Ancient Emperors will be transformed into Puppets of the Evil Demons."

"At that time, the Evil Demon Clan will assemble a terrifying legion composed of fallen Ancient Emperors."

"Then, the entire Spirit Realm will fall into a state of eternal damnation."

Zhou Chen felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.

A legion of fallen Ancient Emperors?

The mere thought of such a thing was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Powerful beings at the Immortal Emperor level, even if they were just remains, still contained terrifying power.

If they were polluted by the Evil Demons and turned into Puppets…

The consequences were simply unimaginable.

The illusory figure continued:

"The Heaven Burying Immortal Emperor was one of the Evil Demon Clan's targets."

"They intended to pollute his remains and turn him into a Puppet."

"Fortunately, the Heaven Burying Immortal Emperor's benevolent will has been resisting, which is why the Evil Demons' plan has failed to succeed for so long."

"Now that you have slain the Heaven Burying Demon Spirit, you have completely severed the Evil Demons' hope."

Zhou Chen nodded.

"So, the Evil Demon Clan now knows that I have the qian inscription in my hands?"

The illusory figure was silent for a moment before nodding.

"I'm afraid so."

"The Evil Demon Power that erupted when the Heaven Burying Demon Spirit briefly escaped was enough to alert the high-level members of the Evil Demon Clan."

"They will soon realize that the qian inscription has fallen into your hands."

"When that time comes, the Evil Demon Clan will surely hunt you down at any cost."

Zhou Chen's brow furrowed slightly.

"Are you telling me this because you want me to hand over the Inscription?"

The illusory figure shook its head.

"No."

"The qian inscription has already recognized you as its master."

"Unless you die, it will not leave you."

"I am telling you this so you understand the perilous situation you are about to face."

"The strength of the Evil Demon Clan's high-level members is unimaginably terrifying."

"You are currently only at the Fifth Layer Immortal King Realm; you are no match for them at all."

Zhou Chen said nothing, merely listening quietly.

The illusory figure continued:

"However, you need not worry too much."

"Although the Evil Demon Clan is powerful, they also have their reservations."

"The Heavenly Dao of the Spirit Realm has a very strong suppressive effect on the Evil Demons."

"They cannot stay in the Spirit Realm for long, nor can they use their full strength."

"Therefore, they can only dispatch the Demon Venerables under their command to hunt you down."

"And you, as long as you can survive the pursuit of these Demon Venerables, will have the chance to grow."

Zhou Chen nodded.

"I understand."

The illusory figure looked at him, a flash of gratification in its eyes.

"It is rare for you to have such Heart-Nature."

"I have one more thing to tell you."

"The inscription of kun is within the World Origin space of the Barbaric Graveyard."

"If you can find it, the power of the chaos bell will be enhanced once again."

A sharp light flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes: "Where is the World Origin space?"

The illusory figure continued: "The Barbaric Graveyard was the site of a great war in the previous era."

"The World Origin here is on the brink of collapse."

"However, in the deepest part of the Origin space, some will of the Ancient Emperors still remains."

"They are the final protective force of the Spirit Realm."

"If you can gain their recognition, perhaps you can obtain more help from them."

"Thank you for telling me, Senior."

Zhou Chen pondered for a moment and nodded.

"There is no need for thanks."

The illusory figure waved its hand.

"My Tomb-Guarding Clan has guarded the Barbaric Graveyard for generations specifically to prevent the Evil Demons from polluting the remains of these Ancient Emperors."

"Now, since you hold the qian inscription, you are an ally of our clan."

"In the future, if you have any needs, feel free to come find our clan."

As the words fell.

The illusory figure turned into specks of starlight and dissipated into the air.

Zhou Chen stood where he was and took a deep breath.

He raised his hand, and the chaos bell flew out from his body, hovering in his palm.

On the body of the bell, the qian inscription emitted a faint golden light.

Countless profound patterns were carved upon the Inscription.

These patterns contained the power of the dao principles of time, space, and suppression.

Zhou Chen extended his Divine Sense into the Inscription, feeling the power contained within.

A moment later, he withdrew his Divine Sense, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"The Evil Demon Clan…"

"It seems the road ahead will become increasingly perilous."

He turned, activated his escape light, and flew toward the outside of the ruins.

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The Barbaric Graveyard.

Several Cultivators were searching for treasures among the ruins.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the distance.

Everyone looked up to see a massive rift appearing in the sky.

Countless streams of black gas poured out from the rift.

The black gas transformed into figures, each emitting terrifying Evil Demon Power.

"It's the Evil Demons!"

A Cultivator cried out in alarm.

"Retreat, quickly!"

Just as the words were spoken.

A black shadow charged out from the rift at extreme speed.

The shadow was a powerful Demon Race expert, Mo Ying, clad in black armor and radiating the aura of the Eighth Layer of Immortal King Realm.

Two clusters of blood-red flames flickered within his eyes.

"Found you…"

Mo Ying muttered in a low voice, his gaze locking onto Zhou Chen in the distance.

The next moment.

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared before Zhou Chen.

"Hand over the Inscription, and I shall spare your life."

Mo Ying's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

"Who goes there?"

Zhou Chen stopped, looked up at him, and spoke indifferently.

Mo Ying sneered, "I am the Third Demon Venerable under the Demon Lord—Mo Ying. I have come by the Demon Lord's command to take your life."

"However, the Demon Lord is merciful. As long as you hand over the Inscription, I can grant you a way to live."

Zhou Chen shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't like being threatened."

The Demon Race expert's face darkened.

"You don't know what's good for you."

As the words fell.

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

The palm print whistled through the air, containing the terrifying power of the Eighth Layer of Immortal King Realm.

The Void Realm trembled as if it were about to be torn apart.

Zhou Chen's expression remained calm as he gave a wave of his hand.

The chaos bell flew out from his body and instantly expanded, turning into a giant bell that enveloped him within.

Boom!

The palm print slammed into the chaos bell, producing a world-shaking boom.

The chaos bell vibrated violently, but it still steadily blocked the attack.

The Demon Race expert's expression shifted slightly.

"This is… the chaos bell?"

"No wonder the Demon Lord places such importance on it."

A hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, I'll take both you and the bell back together!"

As the words fell.

He struck again, unleashing dozens of palms in succession.

The palm prints blanketed the sky, completely enveloping Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen activated the chaos bell, and the body of the bell emitted a faint golden light.

The qian inscription flowed upon the bell, radiating an aura that suppressed all things.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The palm prints continuously slammed into the chaos bell, producing deafening roars.

However, the chaos bell remained completely unmoved.

The Demon Race expert's face grew increasingly unsightly.

"Damn it!"

"How can the defense of this chaos bell be so strong?"

Just then.

Two more auras approached from the distance.

Two Demon Race experts stepped out of the Void Realm, both also radiating the aura of the Eighth Layer of Immortal King Realm.

"Third, you're getting weaker and weaker. Do you need help?"

One of the Demon Race experts sneered.