What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 239

Outside the mountain range,

Luo Ze carefully watched Demon Suppression Mountain ahead.

Judging by the time,

Ye Yu, Yun Roumu, and the others had been inside for nearly half an hour.

By now,

they should have reached the heart of Demon Suppression Mountain and confronted Lin Fengyuan.

Why was there still no movement?

Had something gone wrong?

Luo Ze felt deeply anxious.

In contrast,

the other four sacred land leaders remained calm.

In their eyes,

even if they were the Saint Sons and Saint Daughters, so what?

They were merely disciples, not their own children.

From the moment they entered Demon Suppression Mountain,

their fate was left to the heavens.

Whether they survived

depended on their own abilities.

However, if they managed to retrieve Lin Fengyuan’s artifact,

that would be a different story.

In that case, they’d step in to protect them no matter what,

even if it meant clashing with Qingyun Sect.

After all, who wouldn’t desire Lin Fengyuan’s artifact?

Just then,

Demon Suppression Mountain began to tremble violently.

In mere moments,

the entire mountaintop split open,

and a red light shot straight into the sky.

Immediately after,

a resonant sword cry echoed across a thousand miles.

A fierce sword aura reverberated,

carving massive sword marks around the base of Demon Suppression Mountain.

Centered on the peak,

a terrifying pressure spread out in all directions.

Luo Ze, Tang Shaojin, and the others instantly became gravely serious.

This sight

said it all.

The demon-slaying mission had failed, and Lin Fengyuan had broken the seal, returning to the mortal realm.

This overwhelming pressure was proof enough.

At that moment,

the seal over Demon Suppression Mountain had shattered completely,

leaving no restrictions in place.

Luo Ze was extremely worried about Yun Roumu and Ye Yu’s safety,

but he didn’t forget to give orders.

“Activate the Eight Desolation Demon Imprisonment Formation! Fellow sect leaders, join me in slaying the demon!”

With that,

he took the lead, heading toward Demon Suppression Mountain.

The sect leaders of Tianshu Mountain, Tang Shaojin, and Feiyun Pavilion, Cheng Yalu, exchanged a glance

and then followed closely behind.

Their entire focus was on Demon Suppression Mountain, and they didn’t notice

the nearly one hundred pairs of eyes watching them coldly from a distant mountain ridge.

If Luo Ze had been aware,

he would have been utterly shocked.

Among those watching were the sect leaders and elders of several demonic sects.

In fact, over half of the top demonic cultivators of the Central Continent were gathered here.

An imposing assembly indeed.

At the front stood an old man with a hunched back, a gaunt face,

and narrow, triangular eyes.

In the darkness,

he looked like a specter.

This man was Tao Shanren, the leader of Zhuoxin Temple.

Despite his name, which sounded benign,

he was ruthless,

cultivating by absorbing the blood of other practitioners.

He was one of the ten most feared demons in the Central Continent

and Qingyun Sect’s greatest nemesis over the past millennium.

The sect leader of Nether River Tower, He Jiadi, approached him slowly.

He asked quietly, “Sect Leader Tao, Lin Fengyuan has broken the seal. When shall we act?”

Tao Shanren sneered, “What’s the rush?

Let them fight it out first.

Ideally,

all five of these sacred land leaders will die at Lin Fengyuan’s hands.

Then all our efforts would be worthwhile!”

A bloodthirsty smile spread across He Jiadi’s face.

He was right.

Luo Ze, Tang Shaojin, and the others were powerful sect leaders,

with vast cultivation and unparalleled strength.