"Master, demons crave human flesh. Once freed, we can guide them to the capital!" A Fu Clan minister sneered. "Let them devour the Zhou royal family—leaderless, Zhou will fall easily."
"After years of preparation, our men are in Zhou's armies. With the royal family gone, taking the throne will be simple." Other Fu Clan warriors rejoiced, envisioning the Fu Clan as rulers and themselves reaping rewards.
"Such rich demonic energy, lad! There must be many demons under this temple. Hehe! We don't need the Demon Prison—let's refine these first!" Cauldron Lord was eager to devour the sealed demons.
"Cauldron Lord, let's see what's happening first." Lin Yu walked toward Lanruo Temple.
He cared little for saving the Zhou royal family, but letting demons loose would slaughter civilians. Besides, Cauldron Lord refining demons would boost his cultivation—Lanruo Temple's seals were a treasure trove.
The ground trembled as demonic energy formed a giant black palm, as if a giant were climbing out. Though only an arm, its pressure surpassed Purple Mansion, radiating Myriad Manifestations might.
Fu Jian and others watched in awe, wondering at the full power of the demon about to break free.
"Who goes there?" They saw Lin Yu stroll past toward the temple, appearing out of nowhere despite the Xiantian and Purple Mansion guards.
Ignoring them, Lin Yu walked into the surging demonic energy.
"Who is this brat? What does he want?"
"No matter—with demons emerging, he's as good as dead."
"He's probably震慑 (intimidated) into offering himself. We'll watch him get eaten."
The Fu Clan laughed as Lin Yu vanished into the魔气 (demonic energy).
"Demons freed will taste blood and see our sincerity. This brat's death is heaven's will for the Fu Clan!" Fu Jian sneered, relieved the demon's anger might be appeased by fresh blood, making negotiations easier. A Myriad Manifestations demon would be nearly invincible in Central Plains.
Lin Yu, a young man without apparent strength, was dismissed.
"Flesh... fresh flesh..." A demon's roar echoed from below. Lin Yu's approach drove it mad.
A demonic eye formed in the black palm, staring at Lin Yu with greed and frenzy, fingers twitching to break free and devour him. Sealed for eons, the demon hungered for human flesh, especially warriors', which were more nutritious than demonic beasts'.
"Cauldron Lord, what kind of demon is this?" Lin Yu frowned at the flailing arm.
"There are countless demon types—some from the Abyss, others humans corrupted by demonic desire. Remember: demons are greedy and cruel, more threatening than the Demon Clan. Demons want to eat you; the Demon Clan only wants to enslave you." Cauldron Lord sneered in disgust.
"Flesh! I need flesh..." The black palm grabbed at Lin Yu, gathering魔气(demonic energy). into a black cloud that engulfed him. The cloud's pressure forced the Fu Clan back in terror—this was Myriad Manifestations might, enough to crush them. Lin Yu seemed doomed.
Fu Jian trembled in excitement: "Powerful! These demons will destroy the royal family!"
"Want to eat me? You're not strong enough." Lin Yu scoffed at the black cloud, raising his hand as a sword. Startling sword intent gathered, blazing like flames. Terror coercion erupted, clashing with the demon's, booming like thunder.
Whoosh! Lin Yu waved, and fiery sword intent shot at the cloud, carving a burning trench in the ground.
Boom! The intent struck the cloud, igniting it like a firestorm that vanished.
"What?" The sealed demon was shocked—this蝼蚁 (ant) was strong!
A red sword light pierced the dissipating cloud, slashing at the palm's eye. The palm clenched into a hill-like fist to block, but its arm was weak—only early Myriad Manifestations strength, no match for Lin Yu.