Chapter 484: Who is the Master of the Demon Palace

Chapter 484: Who is the Master of the Demon Palace

“I love you, Junior Martial Brother. I really love you. We must be together forever.”

Liu Shuqin poured her heart out to her Junior Martial Brother, encircled by celestial energy and as graceful as the wind. Her ideal partner was the unparalleled Sword Immortal, whose charm—both exterior and internal—had captivated Liu Shuqin completely.

He would always appear whenever she faced life-and-death situations, rescuing her from the depths of despair; he was her irreplaceable hero.

Leaning in his embrace, she savored this cherished happiness.

Together forever, never to part.

However, the sweetness of their embrace was fleeting, and she ultimately woke up.

It was her room, with pale curtains before her.

Moonlight poured in from the window, and the room was eerily silent.

“So it was just a dream.”

Liu Shuqin lightly pressed her forehead, letting out a sigh.

“But this dream felt so real—it’s still vivid in my memory.”

Whether her eyes were open or shut, Liu Shuqin could recall the scenes from her dream, unable to shake them off.

First, there was the comfort of a peaceful nation, followed by the despair of a city in ruins, and finally, the hope shining through Lin Nuo’s radiant aura.

It was like experiencing the ups and downs of life, but it was worth it in the end—lovers finally united.

Sadly, it was just a dream.

Yet she still strove to remember the circumstances, to savor that sweetness.

“Junior Martial Brother, I love you the most.”

Liu Shuqin took out a portrait of Lin Nuo, gazing at it with infatuation.

……

At the Refining Demon Sect.

Ling Meng had returned from Tian Lin to her residence.

She was in poor spirits after encountering something unpleasant in Tian Lin.

For some unknown reason, a voice kept echoing in her mind, denying her, questioning her, claiming she was a burden as a Demon Practitioner, self-deceived, merely a pawn being used.

“My Master acknowledged and trained me. I am extraordinary; I am not self-deceived.”

She comforted herself, self-affirmed, giving herself encouragement, refusing to be swayed by that strange voice.

That night, she felt utterly exhausted and had to turn in early.

She lay down on her bed, covered herself with a quilt, and her mind wandered to Wu Ying Ge.

“When will my Master reunite with me? I’ve clearly done well.”

Then, she closed her eyes and drifted into slumber.

……

Within the deep, cold Demon Palace, there stood a majestic throne, upon which sat a girl draped in a dark purple gown.

“Greetings, Sect Master!”

A line of loyal disciples flanked either side of the red carpet, bowing to the girl with deep respect.

She, Ling Meng, had become the Sect Master, the highest authority within the Refining Demon Sect. With a mere flick of her hand, she could command millions of disciples to unleash havoc upon the world.

“Rise.”

Ling Meng waved her hand lightly, and the disciples rose in unison.

“What is the current situation of the battle?” she inquired.

“All cultivators, immortals, and so-called masters from the common folk have been defeated and yielded. The world utterly belongs to our Refining Demon Sect now.”

“Good, good. The world returns to the demons; it is fate. Everyone gets credit and will be generously rewarded.”

“Sect Master is wise!”

Amidst the admiration and cheers of her disciples, Ling Meng felt pleased. She reveled in the pride of being at the pinnacle of the Demon Practitioners, the allure of power indescribable.

However, suddenly, a throng of disciples surged in from outside, led by a figure whose face and body were skeletal, devoid of any human traits.

“How dare you enter here!”

Ling Meng’s anger flared, and she stood up immediately, exuding intense Demon Qi. She was the queen here; how could she tolerate their rudeness?

“Hmph.”

The Skeleton sneered,

“Do you still not understand? The world belongs to demons, and you are no longer of any use.”

“How dare you! I am the Master of the Refining Demon Sect, the supreme authority of the Demon Palace. I advise you to surrender, or you shall die here.”

“Is that so?”

The Skeleton snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Ling Meng found her body heavy and fatigued, as if a massive boulder were pressing down on her, leaving her unable to rise.

Moreover, all her spirit veins had been sealed, rendering her unable to use any Demon Power.

“What… how…” She gritted her teeth, not comprehending the situation.

“Haha, you have been poisoned. Your spirit veins are completely sealed and you can no longer use Demon Power.”

“Poisoned? Who poisoned me?”

“Hehe.”

The Skeleton snapped his fingers again, and those disciples who had flanked the carpet swiftly sided with him. Then, Ling Meng’s father appeared among the crowd.

“Father, how could you?” Ling Meng was baffled.

“It was your own family that poisoned you. Oh, by the way, everyone you trusted has already betrayed you. You are merely a tool for the Refining Demon Sect to seize the world.”

The Skeleton continued, slowly approaching the throne.

Ling Meng indeed saw her confidants, her subordinates, all her family standing against her; those who had once respected her instantly betrayed her.

“Now, you are of no use.”

With that, the Skeleton waved his hand slightly, a powerful force pushing Ling Meng, causing her to tumble over the fallen red carpet.

She felt like a criminal, watched by all, as they scoffed and mocked her, the respectful titles they had used now turned to taunts.

“And I am the true king here. Everything you possess will belong to me, and those who revered and followed you will abandon you.”

The Skeleton’s words were like bitter poison, instantly draining Ling Meng’s willpower.

Being used, being betrayed, once possessing supreme power, now it all turned to nothing, as if she had fallen from the heavens, battered and bruised.

Despair, a despair never felt before, began to overwhelm her.

……

“What is this?”

Lin Nuo jumped out, discovering himself on a broad avenue, with a magnificent and grand Demon Palace looming in the distance, shrouded by endless cold Demon Qi.

The sky was exceptionally dark, as if black clouds weighed heavily upon the world.

Before the Demon Palace stood countless Demon Disciples, each clad in black cloaks, enveloped in magical energy.

Beside Lin Nuo was a Demon River. He took a few steps forward and looked at his reflection on the river’s surface.

Dressed in a black battle robe with a skull emblem on his shoulder, dark boots on his feet, and blood-red eyes.

He sensed a powerful surge of Demon Soul Power coming forth; ahead lay a Sword Platform, adorned with countless chains, holding a dark long sword embellished with dragon patterns.

Lin Nuo approached, and all the chains shattered.

He extended his hand and grasped the dark dragon-patterned sword, feeling the overwhelming Demon Soul Power surging from it.

“Excellent!”

Lin Nuo rejoiced; this was the sword he had wielded to slay countless enemies, invincible against a thousand troops.

His gaze returned to the grand Demon Palace in the distance, and an idea took root:

The strongest king deserves the most luxurious Demon Palace, and throngs of Demon Disciples will bow and submit to me!

He firmly believed that was his Demon Palace, and he must sit on the throne, stepping forward with each footfall igniting grey flames.