This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 775 - 52 The Person Who Should Not Appear

The moon was blood-red.

Under the crimson moon.

Mountains, rivers, plains, laid out in orderly succession—everything looked not much different from the human realm.

Except everything was tinged with a dark red undertone, lending an eeriness to the scene.

However, it was only he who would find it eerie.

The demons who lived here had long grown accustomed to such sights.

In their eyes, the world was supposed to be red.

Lu Qingshan gazed far into the distance, barely able to distinguish the tiny, faint shadows.

Those were the cities of the Demon Race.

A scent of decay and strangeness wafted on the wind.

This made Lu Qingshan frown slightly.

"How does it feel?" Lu Qingshan asked Yu Luo behind him.

He didn’t turn around, so he couldn’t see Yu Luo’s expression.

But he could sense some hesitation in Yu Luo.

After a moment, Yu Luo finally replied, "Lord, although I already knew that the Abyss was in a period of decline, the reality is much worse than I had imagined..."

The stench of decay in the air was a result of the world entering a state of decay.

This world was old and in its twilight years, rotten and dilapidated.

"However," Yu Luo quickly rallied, "once we conquer the human realm, possessing both worlds, just relocating half of the demons from the Abyss to the human realm should stop the Abyss from weakening further and allow it to recover its vitality."

"Perhaps," Lu Qingshan smiled, a glint appearing in his eyes.

The warship streaked across the sky like a shooting star, racing swiftly over the endless landscape.

On the way here, Lu Qingshan had confirmed that the Sen Luo King Realm was one of the five King Realms adjoined to the spatial passageway. frёewebnoѵēl.com

So, before long, he would enter the territory of the Sen Luo King Realm.

The realm they were currently in was the Yanling King Realm.

Not much later.

The vague outline of a massive city came into Lu Qingshan’s sight.

The city walls, towering dozens of feet high, stretched out of sight like a black mountain range.

This was a city gate established by the Demon Race, the Yanmo Demon City.

The demons, confident in their own strength to crush the Human Race, didn’t underestimate their foes.

So, even though for so many years they had managed to contain the humans within their city gates, never allowing them to break out, let alone counterattack the Abyss.

Yet, the demons always stayed prepared. Near spatial passageways, they set up city gates to block all paths and monitor everyone’s comings and goings.

The warship swiftly approached the Yanmo Demon City.

At this moment, a team of imposing Demonic Cultivators flew out from the city.

"Stop." These Demonic Cultivators, all clad in crimson armor with eyes like blood beneath their helmets, displayed their formidable strength as they intercepted the warship.

At first glance, Lu Qingshan couldn’t help but admire the Demon Race’s strength once again.

This random squad of city-guarding Demonic Cultivators were all of the Seventh Grade Realm.

Aboard the warship, one of Lu Qingshan’s Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators immediately leapt out and flew to the front of the city guards, presenting a token to identify themselves, "We are under the command of Ao Ren Demon Venerable."

The leading city-guarding Demonic Cultivator took the token, inspected it thoroughly, handed it back, and then waved to his subordinates.

Everyone made way.

The warship resumed, swept past the team of Demonic Cultivators, turned into Radiance, and flew through Yanmo Demon City toward the Sen Luo King Realm.

Many Demonic Cultivators within Yanmo Demon City, seeing the blood-stained warship flash overhead, couldn’t help but stand solemn.

They could feel the extraordinariness of this warship, inferring that the master aboard must be a significant figure.

About two hours later.

The Abyss entered daylight, and the warship finally reached the territory of the Sen Luo King Realm.

The red moon slowly descended, ushered by a blood-red sun.

Its color was even deeper than that of the red moon.

Under the red sun’s glow, the entire world of the Abyss seemed enveloped in the aura of an impending apocalypse.

"What an unpleasant world," Lu Qingshan muttered.

The dark red world was indeed oppressive no matter how one looked at it.

He looked ahead. At that moment, a huge open-pit mine came into view, and from afar, countless tiny figures toiled within it.

That was a metal mine belonging to the demons.

For the War Demon Clan, metal minerals were critical resources.

And the Burning Moon Domain was one rich in metal ores, which was also a vital reason why Vast Wilderness Demon Venerable chose to occupy this domain originally.

As they drew closer, Lu Qingshan’s pupils suddenly dilated.

It was as if he had seen something shocking.

And indeed, that was the case.

He saw some beings that should not exist in the Abyss... humans.

Above that exposed vein, there were hundreds of thousands of people in tattered garments, heads bowed, toiling away with tools, busily digging for ores like ants.

Yes, they were humans, not demon-kind in human form.

Flesh and blood humans.

Most of them were ordinary people, with a few being cultivators possessing minor cultivation.

But under such circumstances, having or lacking cultivation made little difference; they were all slaves either way.

Looking at the scene before him, a storm surged in Lu Qingshan’s heart, shocked beyond belief.

How could this be possible?

There shouldn’t be any humans in the Abyss.

Heavenly Mountain, as the sole passageway to and from the human realm, and Yumen Pass, defending the gateway for twenty thousand years, had always shielded the human realm, keeping the demons from entering.

In twenty thousand years, Yumen Pass had never fallen.

If that was the case, how could there be members of the Human Race within the territory of the Abyss’s War Demon Clan?