School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1866 - 1952: Resurrection of the Demon Path Sovereign (Part 4)

Fifteen minutes prior, deep within the Secret Realm, subsequent to the departure of Zhao Han and the Fire Qilin, the Haotian Tower materialized outside the grand palace.

The Haotian Tower surveyed the palace complex, then its form erupted with a dazzling brilliance, as if bracing for an immensely powerful foe.

Concurrently, the stone statue housed within the main hall grew even more inert, emitting absolutely no detectable aura.

With swift action, the Haotian Tower penetrated the hall, scanned the statue, and immediately unleashed its power, ensnaring the statue in a firm lock.

"A Realm Master level powerhouse from the Haotian Realm, Mo Qing of the Demon King Palace, perished in a monumental battle back then. Yet, I never anticipated he would conceal himself within the desolate Four Extremes World, meticulously preparing for a resurgence. Hahaha, your Demon King Palace certainly harbors intricate schemes."

Disdain permeated the Haotian Tower's voice as its power relentlessly bore down upon the statue, seemingly aiming to seize a vital essence.

"Who are you? How do you know my past!" The Divine Soul within the statue was thrown into immense shock, its form wavering violently.

This statue had spoken with Zhao Han and the Fire Qilin earlier not out of genuine fear, but because its Divine Soul had detected the formidable aura of an approaching entity, prompting it to conceal itself deliberately to evade detection.

It had the utmost disbelief that this insignificant Lesser Tower could locate him with such apparent ease.

"I not only know your identity but also your Demon King Palace's ultimate objective. You practiced the Netherworld Demon Technique in ages past, instigating a conflict between the Netherworld Palace and the Demon King Palace that reverberated throughout the entire Haotian World, culminating in your demise. Yet, after thousands of years, you persist in plotting those very same ancient machinations."

Haotian Tower let out a cold laugh: "The Netherworld Demon Technique, you harness both the Netherworld Power and the Demon Power of the Haotian Realm; your avarice knows no bounds."

The powers emanating from the statue began to push back against the Haotian Tower's might, establishing a tense equilibrium between the two.

The entire palace structure shuddered violently under the strain of this clashing force, ultimately fracturing and collapsing into myriad pieces.

"You... who are you, to possess such intimate knowledge of past events? Could it be that you hail from the Netherworld Palace? Alas, do you truly believe you can thwart my plans?"

The statue emanated a smug, resonant laugh, "By suppressing the Netherworld River and refining the purest Demonic Qi from the Haotian Demon Clan, I forged the Netherworld Demonic Energy. I have patiently awaited thirty thousand years for this very day to finally reclaim my rightful position as the foremost power within the Demon King Palace. You understand everything, yet your current might is insufficient to halt my ascension."

"Is that truly the case?"

The Haotian Tower remained unfazed by the statue's pronouncements; instead, a new and potent force began to surge forth from its core.

This power was unlike anything it had ever previously unleashed.

"I am aware that your resurrection has endowed you with considerable strength, but individuals from the Haotian Realm, unlike those of the Heavenly People Clan, face significant suppression upon entering this world. Now that we stand at an even footing, I shall seize the very essence of your power!"

"The Demon King Palace certainly goes to extraordinary lengths, even dividing the Netherworld Demon Sky Map for your use. Are you not concerned that by the time you achieve your return, the palace might have suffered a catastrophic loss of power within the Haotian Realm? Their desperate actions are quite evident."

A mysterious power, radiating from within the Haotian Tower, spawned ethereal ripples. These ripples coalesced between the two combatants, forming a phantom that bore an uncanny resemblance to the statue itself, yet it possessed a far more substantial and tangible presence.

"Deception upon deception! What manner of Divine Treasure are you to wield such astonishing power?"

The statue's voice was laced with palpable horror, "Tower, desist your assault! If you are amenable to submission, I shall personally guide you in conquering not only the entire Haotian Realm but even the illustrious Nine Heavens and Ten Realms. Do you not aspire to reach the absolute pinnacle?"

"Should you annihilate me today, you still cannot prevent the Netherworld Demonic Energy's eventual culmination. This world will inevitably transform into a desolate Death Realm, and who can fathom the countless epochs required for its recovery? Your allies within this world shall all perish as a consequence of your actions."

The materialized phantom, a perfect mirror of the statue, was relentlessly assailed by the Haotian Tower, causing the statue's true form to weaken progressively.

Its desperate struggle was focused on compelling the Haotian Tower to abandon its offensive.

"Once I absorb this Netherworld Demonic Energy today, my Netherworld Demon Technique will achieve absolute perfection. At that point, not only this insignificant world, but even upon my return to the Haotian Realm, I shall reign supreme. In time, I will subjugate the Haotian Realm entirely, transforming the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms into our grand battlefield."

The statue's voice trembled with unbridled excitement as it presented its most alluring promise to the Haotian Tower: "Consequently, you shall become the most potent Treasure under my command, attaining supreme power alongside me."

"Have you concluded your pronouncements? Then silence yourself and perish obediently, allowing me to seize your foundational source power of the Haotian Realm."

The Haotian Tower's voice dripped with biting sarcasm: "So, you intend to lead me in a pursuit of supreme power, much like you did with the Netherworld Demon Sky Map, utilizing its eventual destruction at critical junctures to facilitate your return to the Haotian Realm?"

Haotian Tower’s voice became panicked, expressing, "The Netherworld Demon Sky Map once fell for your scheme, how could I possibly repeat that mistake?"

A short while later, Haotian Tower let out a faint chuckle: "Though you were trapped, becoming a stone statue, your power isn’t diminished, is it? It’s being used to fuse the Netherworld Demonic Energy, to restore the Netherworld Demon Technique’s strength, correct? You still retain it, isn’t acquiring power more crucial than life or death?"

"Quite impressive. You even know my past association with the Netherworld Demon Sky Map with such clarity. It seems today is indeed destined for a grim conclusion. If I cannot recover, then we shall perish together."

The statue suddenly trembled, akin to an eggshell beginning to crack and peel. In the very next second, a figure materialized in its place, radiating an intense devilish and Netherworld aura.

"To think I would falter today, undone by a mere artifact. It’s neither Heaven’s nor man’s fault; it was you, this Tower, that obstructed my chance to reclaim the Haotian Realm. But do you truly believe the Demon King Palace’s age-old plan can be completely thwarted by your actions?"

Mo Qing’s gaze sharpened with icy intent: "I still possess one final opportunity."

Having uttered these words, he unleashed a potent surge of power between himself and Haotian Tower.

Then, he swiftly dissolved into the Void.

"Void Travel?"

Haotian Tower emitted a soft chuckle, vanishing instantly as it pursued Mo Qing.

After millennia, witnessing the might of the Haotian Realm once more, only to find it in such an undying state, Haotian Tower couldn’t help but offer a wry smile.

The Tower and the figure, their forces continuously clashing within the Secret Realm's Void, traversed hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Ascending above a Secret Realm, Mo Qing finally halted his advance.

His eyes gleamed with fervent desire. His current power made it exceedingly arduous to seize the Netherworld Demonic Energy from the entire Secret Realm, primarily because, within the Four Extremes World, he lacked a True Body.

His present form was merely a construct, forcefully manifested through sheer power.

He had detected the faint presence of an ant-like being within this realm, a body perfectly suited for his needs. He was rushing here to claim this ant’s vessel and then strategize his subsequent moves.