Chapter 1906: A Yin Demon King Pledges Allegiance

"Do not be angry, everyone. We need not harbor a petty dispute with the Demon Race. After all, they are but a bunch of boors."

Kong Lin appeared to be pacifying his subordinates, but in truth, he was cursing the Ghost Immortal of the Grand Wei Study. At least in the eyes of the Human Race, the Demon Race epitomized savagery.

The Ghost Immortal of the Grand Wei Study shook his head and laughed. He mocked, "The Human Race is growing increasingly incompetent these days. Even petty merchants and peddlers have the nerve to come here and spout grandiose statements."

"Have you forgotten what sort of business your Spirit God Sect used to make its fortune all these years? Even we demons disdain the trade you people engage in. It was only by relying on something as filthy as the Blood Spirit Pill to curry favor with all factions that your sect managed to become what it is today.”

Kong Lin wore a cold smile. "Save your breath. If you want, we can simply have a bout. Let’s see whether a lowly little merchant like me truly can’t compare to a burglar like you who makes a living breaking into empty houses."

The two crossed swords with their words, neither refusing to yield an inch.

The human cultivators present watched this scene, and in their hearts, they already understood the rationale behind it. The Spirit God Sect had brought about the deaths of batch after batch of mortals over the years, refining the Blood Spirit Pills using their karma. Such methods were indeed incapable of entering respectable circles.

However, as the Demon Race transitioned from behind the scenes to the forefront, everyone vaguely came to comprehend the profound meaning behind the Spirit God Sect's past actions. Even if they had guessed incorrectly, it could not erase the contributions the Spirit God Sect had made during the "anti-demon" wars over the years.

Kong Lin's gaze inadvertently swept past Fang Chen in the distance, shifted away without a trace, and then continued to trade barbs with the leader of the Grand Wei Study without uttering a single vulgarity.

"Something is amiss. Why has the Spirit God Sect still not made an appearance?"

Elder Heiyu stood together with the leading Ghost Immortals of the Moonlight Immortal Palace and the Seven Star Temple. They had already determined that the Demonic Beasts Race of the Divine Dao Sect had plotted numerous affairs from behind the scenes. Yet, arriving at the current moment, the fact that they had still not manifested was highly abnormal.

"The Ancient Dragon God Palace has not dispatched any cultivators over either. It seems they truly possess no interest in this place," the leading Ghost Immortal of the Seven Star Temple murmured softly to himself.

The leader of the Moonlight Immortal Palace said indifferently, "Perhaps they have already arrived but simply have not shown their faces. Did a ninth transformation Ghost Immortal not launch a sneak attack against that Monarch Yan earlier? It was merely that another ninth transformation Ghost Immortal beside him threw the attacker into the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower to be suppressed."

"With the emergence of this Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower, we are merely the vanguard and are here to scout the path. I fear we lack even the qualifications to approach this tower. Let us refrain from overthinking for now and simply observe the situation."

The several individuals locked eyes silently and spoke no further.

Days slipped by one after another.

The Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower continued to diminish in size, gradually losing that magnificent sense of covering the entire heaven.

Originally, everyone believed that these tranquil days would be shattered on the day the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower ceased its consumption of Yin energy. However, they did not expect that its aura would still draw in a contingent of existences that even the various pseudo-Underworlds had to dread by several fractions.

An elderly man wearing a conical bamboo hat and a pair of straw shoes upon his feet materialized near the crowd at some unknown point. He raised his head to take a glance at the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower, after which a smile squeezed onto his deeply wrinkled face, causing those furrows to deepen by a few more fractions.

"The Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower... For such a legendary supreme treasure of the Underworld to emerge at this time has truly opened this old man's eyes."

The elderly man resembled an ordinary old farmer, yet the intense, absolute aura of a Yin Demon radiated from his person caused every single Ghost Immortal present to display a wary countenance.

"This is a Yin Demon King. With this attire... He might be the Lord of the Yin Mountain Ghost Market, whom people refer to as the King of Yin Mountain." Xie Aman's expression revealed a trace of solemnity.

Despite how bustling the place appeared, in reality, even the few ninth transformation Ghost Immortals she had brought along could not be considered grand figures. Due to the inherent flaws of the pseudo-Underworld Ghost Immortal path, muddle-headed ninth transformation Ghost Immortals possessed combat capabilities vastly inferior to normal ninth transformation immortals.

However, this King of Yin Mountain was different. He was a genuine ninth transformation Great Yin Demon whose intellect had not been extinguished. Without treading the Ghost Immortal path, he had relied on the exceedingly difficult pure power of karma to walk step by step into the ninth transformation realm. Within the massive Floating Pagoda Realm, only a mere six such existences could be found!

Even if the leaders of the various peak-tier factions of the Nine Mortal Realms encountered these six Yin Demon Kings, they would not dare to be disrespectful.

Through Xie Aman’s voice transmission, Fang Chen quickly gained a brief understanding of the King of Yin Mountain's background, and his heart could not help but harbor a bit of curiosity regarding which era's powerhouse he belonged to when he was still alive.

"Could you be King of Yin Mountain from the Yin Mountain Ghost Market?" The leading Ghost Immortal of the Grand Wei Study displayed a vigilant expression, cupping his hands.

These Yin Demon Kings, who had lived for an unknown number of years, possessed a very high probability of being born of the Demonic Beasts Race. The other party's arrival today was bound to be driven by the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower; there could be no other reason.

The King of Yin Mountain smiled, cupped his hands, and said politely, "This old man merely possesses a meager reputation. I have made a fool of myself before everyone. While I was dozing off, I sensed the emergence of a supreme treasure of the Underworld. Curiosity was thus birthed within me, so I journeyed here specifically to watch the commotion."

"I fear... it was the Divine Dao Sect that invited Your Excellency here, correct?" Elder Heiyu noted with a vigilant expression.

"The Divine Dao Sect, is it... They have indeed dispatched someone to seek out this old man. However, this old man has long since ceased to meddle in these mundane affairs, intending only to focus upon cultivation." The King of Yin Mountain smiled.

Faced with his noncommittal words, the crowd could not help but harbor a few fractions of suspicion in their hearts. The other party had neither admitted to taking action against the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower nor resolutely denied the matter. If an existence of this caliber were to strike, the ninth transformation Ghost Immortals present today would likely suffer catastrophic losses.

Moreover, within the Floating Pagoda Realm, there were five more ninth transformation Great Yin Demons just like the King of Yin Mountain!

Just as everyone was speculating on his intentions, he instead turned his gaze toward the direction where Fang Chen was located.

"This old man greets Monarch Yan."

"You’re too polite." Fang Chen smiled and cupped his hands.

"A few years ago, I learned that the contemporary Monarch Yan had manifested. Given this old man's body of a Yin Demon, I originally did not dare to come and defile your eyes. However, now that the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower has emerged, this old man knows that you lack expendable soldiers by his side. I wonder if this old man may serve as a mere foot soldier under your command?" asked the King of Yin Mountain as he saluted.

This scene directly caused the expressions of many Ghost Immortals to transform.

The short Ghost Immortal could not help but grow secretly excited. It turned out an old senior had emerged from the mountains to seek the merit of following the dragon! For even a Yin Demon King of this caliber to be willing to stand on the contemporary Monarch Yan’s side, it indicated that their side's chances of victory were by no means low!

"Old gentleman, I no longer possess any surplus Yin Lifespan upon my person to confer a decree," Fang Chen noted after a moment of deliberation.

"No matter. This old man shall simply stand right here. If anyone strikes at you, they must first pass this old man's barrier." The King of Yin Mountain clearly understood the meaning behind Fang Chen's words. He did not approach Fang Chen to avoid generating any misunderstandings, choosing instead to maintain a safe distance.

Seeing that this individual had directly defected to Fang Chen's side, before the leading Ghost Immortal of the Grand Wei Study could utter a sound, he witnessed Yin energy suddenly sweeping toward both sides from the rear, as if a magnificent portal were slowly grinding open.

"King of Yin Mountain, you have stood on the wrong side."

A freezing, grim voice drifted into the ears of the crowd with unmistakable clarity, causing even the eighth transformation Ghost Immortals to tighten their expressions.