Lin Yu only needed to wait outside the Demon-Sealing Tower, like a hunter lying in wait for prey to come to him.
Inside the tower, all Demonic Beings had gathered in a corner, channeling their demonic energy into a hair-thin crack in the sealing array.
In an instant, demonic energy surged wildly. The thunder dragon formed by the array, like a shark smelling blood, swam above the Demonic Beings, unleashing hundreds of silver lightning bolts to continuously refine their concentrated魔气 (demonic energy).
Despite this, the thin crack in the array slowly widened under the relentless冲击 (assault) of demonic energy.
"Almost there! This crack will let us escape soon!"
"If not for the tower's array refining our demonic energy, we would've broken through long ago!"
"The full moon truly weakens the seal most. After being imprisoned for centuries, we'll turn the Great Han Empire upside down once free!"
Watching the expanding crack, all Demonic Beings in the upper layer eyed it with hope. Their freedom hinged on this—after tonight, they would break free.
Just then, the crack abruptly widened enough for one person to pass through. Strangely, no matter how much demonic energy assaulted it, the crack stabilized, refusing to grow further.
"Farewell, everyone!"
In the stunned silence, the gray-robed elder at the front laughed triumphantly. Before others could react, he turned into a stream of light and charged toward the crack.
Bang!
The elder slammed into the crack as if hitting an invisible barrier.
"How is this possible? We clearly opened a crack in the seal!"
"After expending so much demonic energy, can we still not escape?"
"Maybe those too strong can't pass through? Lord Wuxin still has Myriad Manifestations Second Grade. Let a First Grade try!"
The Demonic Beings in the upper layer were dumbfounded.
"Let me try. I'm only Myriad Manifestations First Grade. If I can't get through, we have no hope."
A gaunt, bloodless黑袍老者 (black-robed elder), looking like a skeleton wrapped in skin, stepped forward, pushed through the crowd, and charged at the fading crack in the seal.
To everyone's astonishment, he vanished through the crack, escaping the prison.
As other Myriad Manifestations First Grade Demonic Beings rushed to follow, the crack suddenly dissipated.
Thankfully, they knew the crack reappeared every full moon, giving them all a chance to escape. Even those above First Grade harbored hope—if the crack expanded, they might escape too.
Motivated, the Demonic Beings in the upper layer let the thunder dragon refine them, desperately channeling demonic energy into the seal to widen the crack.
...
"I'm out! I, the Fat Fiend God, have finally escaped this cursed place!"
Bursting through the crack, the black-robed elder saw the full moon and starry sky, laughing wildly.
Nicknamed "Fat Fiend God," he'd been a Myriad Manifestations Fourth Grade powerhouse—a 300-jin (150kg) giant—when imprisoned. Centuries of refinement by the thunder dragon had reduced his cultivation to First Grade and left him skin and bones. Hatred welled up at the thought.
"Great Han Royal Family! Hehe! You have no Myriad Manifestations experts left, do you? Tonight, I'll butcher the imperial city and devour all royal blood!"
The Fat Fiend God's skeleton-like face twisted into a狰狞的 (ferocious) grin, his eyes burning with hatred as he looked toward the capital.
"I hear you want to devour Great Han's royal blood?"
Just as the Fat Fiend God prepared to leave, Lin Yu's voice sounded behind him.
"Who?" He whirled, seeing Lin Yu in a green robe stepping from behind the tower in the moonlight.
"Purple Mansion Seventh Grade." The Fat Fiend God narrowed his eyes, brightening at Lin Yu's cultivation.
"To be honest, I'm the Third Prince of the Great Han. You can start with me." Lin Yu smiled, barely containing his excitement. At last, a Myriad Manifestations Demonic Being had come to him!
"Hehe! Your cultivation is lacking, but I haven't tasted blood in ages. You'll do for a snack." The Fat Fiend God eyed Lin Yu greedily. To restore his cultivation, he needed to devour blood—higher cultivation meant faster recovery. Lin Yu's Seventh Grade was barely worthy.
Grinning, he said, "Lad, since you offered yourself, I'll make your death quick—no torture."
"Funny, I was thinking the same." Lin Yu nodded.
The Fat Fiend God's face changed. "What trickery? Don't think those废物 guards outside can save you. I'll crush those lowly warriors to dust with one palm."
As he spoke, he stepped toward Lin Yu, raising his right hand into a claw. Blades of condensed demonic energy rained down like a net, enveloping Lin Yu. These pitch-black blades, sharp enough to pierce hundreds of Purple Mansion warriors, left inky trails as if splitting space itself. Even a Purple Mansion Ninth Grade could be slain by one.
Though Lin Yu was only Seventh Grade, his timing was too suspicious. The Fat Fiend God didn't underestimate him, unleashing his trump card to avoid failure in his first battle after escape.
"Myriad Manifestations warriors live up to their name." Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction, summoning the Wind Controlling Sword from his sea of consciousness. He slashed at the incoming black blades.
Before the Demon-Sealing Tower, Sword Intent surged. Cyan Sword Intent of Wind burst from the sword, overwhelming the demonic blades like a tidal wave, annihilating them.
"Sword Intent of Wind..." The Fat Fiend God gaped as the sword intent surged toward him.
"Lad, wait till I recover! I'll make you pay!" Without hesitation, he threw down a threat and turned to flee.
In this era, Sword Cultivators were invincible at the same rank, and those who grasped Sword Intent could cross ranks with ease. At his peak, the Fat Fiend God might defeat Lin Yu, but as a mere First Grade, he had no chance—he could only run.
"You can't escape. I said so." Lin Yu sneered, activating the Nine Heavens Sword Flight Art. The Wind Controlling Sword shimmered like flowing mercury, chasing the Fat Fiend God.