"The Dao of Space, concealed in form..."

Jiang Country Celestial Ruins, an expansive realm.

Lin Chen slightly closed his eyes, carefully perceiving the Space Law between heaven and earth.

The subtle Dao essence of space, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye or Divine Sense, drifted in the void like scattered molecules, continuously merging into Lin Chen’s body.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chen took a step forward, and his entire being vanished from the original spot, instantly reappearing a hundred miles away.

"The Space Law has finally reached Minor Achievement."

Lin Chen felt a slight joy in his heart and murmured to himself.

The step just now was not an ordinary escape technique; it employed the profoundness of the Space Law.

It wasn’t merely about speed but directly capturing the Spatial Node between heaven and earth, stepping a hundred miles in a single bound.

To be precise, at that moment, he did not exist in this realm but was within the subtle space cracks of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Lin Chen’s comprehension of the Space Law was at the Minor Achievement Realm. If he could further advance to Great Success or even Perfection, traversing tens of thousands of miles in an instant would be no fantasy.

"A full six months, and the Space Law barely reached Minor Achievement, but there is still a long way to go to the Domain Realm afterwards."

Lin Chen slightly shook his head, reflecting inwardly.

Fortunately, there are still fifteen years before the closure of the Jiang Country Celestial Ruins, and he plans to devote the majority of his efforts to understanding the Space Law.

Seeing this, Lin Chen’s consciousness flickered, and his figure once again disappeared from the original spot, entering the space within the Profound Celestial Treasure Gourd.

What follows will be a long period of cultivation.

...

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.

As Lin Chen diligently cultivated, the outside world was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The Cultivation Realm, Qing State.

Within the borders of the Nether Realm.

A large number of Demon Cultivators began gathering, holding one blood sacrifice after another.

In just a few decades, billions of mortals perished at the hands of Demon Cultivators.

Since Demon Monarch Huiyue took command of Qing State’s Demon Path, the devastation caused by Demon Cultivators in Qing State reached unprecedented heights.

Especially in recent years, during Lin Chen’s absence from Qing State, the Demon Cultivators became increasingly rampant.

Changyu City.

This small city, located between Celestial Dao City and Tunnel City, is famous for the Changling Fish that grow in the large river by the city.

Over the past decade, Changyu City has sheltered a million mortals who fled Tunnel City.

Now the city has gathered a million people, but in recent years, every mortal in the city has been uneasy, and even cultivators have begun to leave.

In the distance, a Demon Cultivator army of over ten thousand slowly approaches Changyu City.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, looming over the city as if threatening to crush it.

On the city walls, hundreds of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Cultivators gazed into the distance, fearful and despairing as the Demon Cultivator army drew nearer.

"How could this happen? Is there really no one who can deal with these Demon Cultivators?" Some young cultivators who had just entered the Cultivation Realm cried out in frustration.

But in the Cultivation Realm, strength is everything, and their suffering and despair are ignored.

The dark clouds drew nearer, seemingly about to crush the city.

No, the dark clouds really descended!

The dark clouds in the sky turned into billowing black mist, shrouding the entire Changyu City instantly like a dense fog.

The million mortals and thousands of cultivators in the city gradually lost their minds in this black mist.

Vaguely, cries of battle and pain echoed from within the fog.

The ten thousand-strong Demon Cultivator army did not enter the city but completely surrounded it.

Three days later, the gates of Changyu City opened wide, and no living creature remained within tens of miles.

All that was left in the city were destroyed buildings, decaying corpses, and even skeletal remains.

In just three days, a million mortals and thousands of cultivators perished completely.

When the black mist dissipated, a bright red glow emanated from an invisible array, and several dozen crimson, smooth pills gradually formed, falling into the hands of a Nascent Soul Stage Demon Cultivator.

Scenes like this have happened countless times over decades. To these Demon Cultivators, mortals and even low-tier cultivators are merely materials for refining Demon Pills.

Soon, over ten thousand Demon Cultivators looted the entire Changyu City and continued their advance southwest that very day.

Their target is the next city...

Throughout Qing State, such occurrences are not rare.

In some places, Demon Cultivators even started raising mortals.

Spending ten, twenty, or even thirty to forty years allowing the city’s mortals to reproduce. Whenever a child is born, they use the most brutal means to deprive it of everything, making it part of a Blood Pill.

In just decades, the population of Qing State has sharply decreased by two-thirds. Only within ten thousand miles around Wenda City is there still some semblance of peace, but no one knows how long this peace can last.

...

Surrounding Wenda City in Qing State.

Eight hundred miles to the southeast, in a certain unnamed small city.

There is a small Cultivator Marketplace here, but outside cultivators are unaware that it has gathered over a thousand Loose Cultivators.

These Loose Cultivators are not ordinary; most are only in the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment Stage, yet their bodies are robust, and they are filled with an aura of battle and slaughter.

This is a group of low-tier cultivators who practice the Martial Arts Breathing Technique. Although their cultivation is not high, their Martial Path mastery is not to be underestimated.

Among them, the outstanding ones have even reached the Martial Sect Realm, comparable to Golden Core Cultivators. Leading these Loose Cultivators is a Martial Venerable-level powerhouse.

This Martial Venerable Loose Cultivator wore rough cloth attire, his physique mighty, and his gaze filled with ferocity.

"Is everyone gathered?" he asked softly, surveying the surroundings.

Soon, two Loose Cultivators stepped forward and whispered a few words.

He nodded and said, "Alright, since everyone is here, it’s time to inform you of this operation."