Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 911 - Demonic Mountain Test

The Island of Myriad Demons was vast and impressive, with experts as numerous as the clouds.

Chen Fan, however, had no time to marvel at it.

The holy envoy had dropped them on the Island of Myriad Demons. How they got to the demonic mountain was their problem.

Chen Fan and the others walked toward the demonic mountain until they arrived at its foot.

Under the looming demonic mountain, countless figures had gathered—some standing in awe, others prostrated in devout pilgrimage.

Among them were Divine Nascent realm cultivators, Heavenly Star realm experts, Manifestation realm powerhouses, and possibly even demon venerable.

There were stairs on the demonic mountain. The stairs stretched endlessly upward, seemingly connecting to the heavens.

Rumor held that these steps, forged by the first-generation Lord of Myriad Demons, embodied his will. Climbing them was the first test—a trial known to all as the demonic mountain’s challenge.

The illusory demonic mountain stood there quietly, radiating a sacred allure that drew countless worshipers.

Chen Fan observed the countless demonic cultivators around him. While they acted arrogant or tyrannical outside, here their gazes reflected nothing but reverence.

This place was the holy land of the Myriad Demon Islands—the heart of faith for demonic cultivators across the domain.

“The first-generation Lord of Myriad Demons is such an amazing person,” Chen Fan muttered in a low voice.

The Island of Myriad Demons was incredibly vast, with countless islands and near-infinite demonic cultivators.

Some were bloodthirsty, others insane, yet even they reportedly showed devout reverence at this place of belief.

Such faith was too terrifying—not imposed by rule, but driven by pure conviction.

Gu Ling and the others also bowed respectfully toward the demonic mountain. Nearby, even powerful cultivators knelt and kowtowed, prostrating themselves in worship.

“Of course. The first-generation Lord of Myriad Demons is a supreme existence. He founded the Myriad Demon Islands, shielding these lands with his brilliance and keeping them safe from other continents’ encroachment,” Gu Ling said calmly next to Chen Fan.

Swish, swish.

Suddenly, the air stirred with the sound of rushing wind. A group of ten approached.

“Long time no see, Gu Ling.”

At the front stood a man with striking violet hair and robes to match. His aura was deep and rich; he was also a third-level Manifestation realm expert.

“Zi Daoyang.” Gu Ling acknowledged coolly, her gaze sweeping over the newcomers. “This century’s geniuses of the Heaven Transcendence Demonic Domain pale in comparison to our geniuses.”

The group, it turned out, were the demonic child candidates from the Heaven Transcendence Demonic Domain, a neighboring domain.

That leading violet-haired man, Zi Daoyang, was the young patriarch of the Heaven Transcendence Demonic Domain’s Zi Clan. Hailed as their domain’s top genius, he was even under Demon Venerable Heaven Transcendence’s tutelage.

Zi Daoyang’s gaze swept over Gu Ling and the others, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. He smiled and said, “Hoho, you can’t be any more wrong. While the cultivation levels of our candidates may seem inferior to yours, that is only temporary.

"And even if it were true, once I ascend the summit and claim the Lord of Myriad Demons’ legacy, I alone will overshadow all of your Ping Shan Domain’s younger generation!”

Gu Ling replied calmly, “Talk after you’ve done it. Let’s climb.”

With that, she headed straight ahead.

“Let’s go up as well!” Zi Daoyang also gave the order and headed toward the demonic mountain.

The surrounding pilgrims watched enviously.

Not just anyone could ascend the demonic mountain. Only during special intervals—which occurred once every hundred years—were demonic child candidates given the chance to compete for the Lord of Myriad Demons’ legacy at the summit.

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At other times, even reaching the top granted access only to ordinary demon palaces for cultivation.

Chen Fan looked at the Myriad Demons Stairs that led straight to the heavens and took a deep breath, a flicker of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Since he was already at the foot of the demonic mountain, how could he miss such an opportunity?

The stairs manifested from the will of the first-generation Lord of Myriad Demons stood as the sacred symbol of faith for the countless islands of the Myriad Demon Islands. He felt intense anticipation to climb the demonic mountain. He longed to witness the place whose brilliance enshrouded the islands.

Chen Fan walked into the indistinct demonic fog. A peculiar fluctuation swept through him, seemingly assessing his qualifications to ascend.

Arriving at the stairs of the demonic mountain, Chen Fan lifted his feet and walked toward the steps.

Each step on the demonic mountain was incomparably heavy as if there was a supreme, invisible pressure shrouding and pressing down on Chen Fan. Yet, nothing could halt his progress.

Step by step, he ascended steadily, each stride feeling as though it distanced him from the world below and brought him into a realm of its own.

When he raised his head, he saw the demonic mountain standing above the heavens, looking incredibly sacred.

After advancing far, he glanced back, but the world below had vanished. Neither the ground nor the distant figures were visible. He was alone, with only the mountain looming above.

Chen Fan pressed on, the end of the stairs perpetually out of reach.

Gradually, he needed to rely on circulating his true primeval to resist that force and continue forward.

The pressure was too terrifying.

When Chen Fan had gone from the Spring Autumn Sect’s outer sect to the inner sect, he had crossed the thousand-step heavenly stairway; he couldn’t use true primeval back then and had to rely on physical strength alone to climb up to its summit. However, the heavenly stairway paled in comparison to the Myriad Demons Stairs—they could not be mentioned in the same breath at all.

Time flowed slowly, making the process incomparably boring.

Chen Fan felt like he had been climbing for months. He felt like giving up and stopping.

Every time he raised his head to look at the demonic mountain in the sky, he felt despair because the summit still seemed as far away as it had been when he started. It felt like he had made no progress.

If one wanted to ascend the demonic mountain, one must have an incomparably strong will.

Chen Fan continued climbing up; soon, he saw an open space.

Near the open space stood a large rock beneath the looming demonic stairs. Chen Fan sat on the rock and began to rest, intending to recover his true primeval before continuing the climb.

However, the scenery in front of his eyes instantly changed as soon as he sat down.

The demonic stairs vanished without a trace, replaced by two vivid, almost tangible images that imprinted themselves in his mind.

One of the images was a vast immortal palace, seemingly an immortal sect. Immortal qi lingered in the air, immortal beasts and auspicious beasts roamed freely in groups. It was an image of peace and tranquility.

Disciples practiced cultivation under the guidance of their master, embodying peace and harmony.

However, one day, the sky suddenly turned dark, with nefarious qi permeating the sky.

A devil’s face appeared in the black demonic clouds. Bloodthirsty and brutal, its aura unleashed a destructive killing force, destroying the peace and tranquility of the immortal sect.

A huge army of demonic cultivators descended like an unstoppable tide, their power shaking the heavens and seas.

The immortal sect’s disciples, powerless before the onslaught, fell one by one. Blood painted the sect in crimson, and chaos reigned.

Amid the carnage, the immortal sect's master stood helpless, letting out a sorrowful sigh.

In the end, the immortal sect was annihilated, and a river of blood flowed.