Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1082 - 526: Thirty-Three Celestial Spirit Talisman, the Fear of Ancient Demons

Simultaneously, breathtaking transformations engulfed the entirety of the Primordial Ruins.

The Secret Realm World, once wrapped in boundless dark Demonic Qi, commenced a violent shudder.

Dark purple heavenly radiance pierced through the fractured ceiling, hurling eerie, mottled shadows over the rune-etched terrain. The moment the initial thread of black mist oozed from a rune's split, the earth's veins—slumbering for eons—suddenly throbbed to life.

First to stir was the Earth-Splitting Demon Ox. It lifted its head gradually from the boiling magma pit, its twin horns gleaming like red-hot iron forges, while its scale armor shimmered with a bronze spectral glow beneath the violet heavens.

With its forelimbs pushing upward, fissures spiderwebbed across the ground of this premier Secret Realm. Crimson magma slithered along the cracks, forging a scarlet trail for the Demon's resurgence.

Tailing it closely came the second Ancient Demon, the Bone-Winged Demon Roc. Bone shards materialized from nothingness, clustering into a malevolent frame like bees flocking to their nest. Winds whipped up by its extending skeletal wings hurled sand and stones, carving deep gashes into the stone walls. Soul flames flickering in its hollow eyes painted the nearby fog a horrifying green.

Third emerged the Venom Gland Demon Dragon, uncoiling within the stench-filled bog. Oozing slime dripped from under its murky green scales, hissing as it dissolved rocks in its wake.

Its tongue darted forth, instantly blanketing the swamp's surface with a black-violet poisonous fog that cloaked half the firmament.

Utterly terrifying—these poisons could slay myriads of creatures.

The fourth Ancient Demon, the Profound Ice Demon Ao, surfaced from the icy lake, its massive shell studded with age-old frost crystals. Each exhalation turned nearby air to jagged ice particles. As the lake's surface splintered, myriad ice lances erupted from below, weaving an Ice Prison around it.

Fifth arose the Thunder Horn Demon Rhino, its revival heralded by a thunderous bellow from the thunderheads. Violet bolts coiling its lone horn ripped the Secret Realm's skies asunder, and upon landing, its hooves unleashed lightning that charred the runes to cinders.

Sixth, the Bloodfang Demon Leopard, formed amid a heap of cadavers. Tissues and gore stripped away, reassembling from dismembered parts. Swollen, twisted muscles rippled under its blood-red pelt, crusted gore still matting its fangs. Its bellow set the air quaking.

Seventh, the Nether Sound Demon Serpent, roused in a pitch-black river's abyss. Its hide gleamed like abyssal ocean blue. As it glided, waters flowed backward, and its deep hum dislodged pebbles cascading from cliffs. Sound waves distorted even light into ripples where they struck.

Last to rouse was the Ten Thousand Gu Demon Mother, its silkworm-like cocoon burrowing upward from below. Shell fissures burst open, unleashing swarms of vibrant Gu worms that blotted the sun in an insect storm. The mother's multifaceted eyes pulsed crimson menace, birthing fresh Gu with every flicker.

Evidently, eight Ancient Demons had now fully revived.

Prior to this, the Six-winged Tiger Demon had been sealed by Jiang Fan and cast into the Ice Prison, leaving only eight awakened instead of nine.

Still, the rise of these eight Ancient Demons shook heaven and earth.

Should they break free from the Primordial Ruins into the outer realms, untold lives would perish in devastation.

Yet their awakening devoured the buried remains of countless demons and beasts, absorbing them into their own flesh and essence.

This process cleansed the Primordial Ruins' soil completely, returning it to vibrant purity.

Without their revival, purging those demon carcasses would demand endless ages.

"Haha, revived, I've finally revived."

"Indeed, that prior battle failed to slay me."

"Curse those humans, curse the Primordial Talisman Sect—you lot are the ultimate vanquished."

"Hehe, the Demon Dao reigns supreme; turning Fallen Demon is the sole destiny for all existence."

"True, the lord has brought us back—now in this Void Realm era, none can halt me."

The Ancient Demons bellowed in wild laughter, surging with elation.

Though freshly resurrected, their power languished at an all-time low.

No matter—life meant boundless horizons ahead.

Besides, gorging on lives and souls would swiftly hoist them back to pinnacle might; merely a question of moments.

"Odd, where's the Six-winged Tiger Demon? Where'd that fool vanish to?"

"It revived ahead of us, yet it's gone without trace."

"No matter, this era holds no one who can bar our path."

"Ignore the Six-winged Tiger Demon for now. We must regain some power first."

"Agreed, we're far too feeble now—any mishap could doom us. Best flee this place, feast on human cultivators, and rebuild our strength."

"This is Primordial Talisman Sect domain, boasting ten full Secret Realm Worlds. Escape demands breaching the tenth, the heart of it all."

"Precisely—only through the tenth Secret Realm World can we depart; else we're forever caged."

"That's no issue. I've detected the spatial node to the tenth Secret Realm World. Entering it grants access to the central zone."