Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The road beneath your feet was paved with unknown black boulders, and each stone was engraved with complex and evil runes.

The runes flashed with a cold light, as if absorbing the life force of passers-by.

There are all kinds of strange-shaped buildings on both sides of the road. Some of them look like piles of huge skulls, with green phosphorous flashing in the eye sockets of the skulls from time to time.

Some are like twisted vines entwined with each other, covered with sharp thorns and dripping with foul-smelling mucus from time to time.

The Demon City is like a huge disc, and the influence of the ten demon emperors is distributed in different directions, like ten dark territories.

Each Demon Emperor's territory has a unique symbol, highlighting their terror and majesty.

The first thing that comes into view is the Blood Demon Emperor’s territory.

A sea of ​​blood was churning in the center of the territory. White bones occasionally emerged from the blood waves, and those bones made creepy friction sounds under the impact of the blood waves.

The Blood Demon Emperor's palace is supported by countless huge blood pillars, which are engraved with reliefs of various suffering souls. Their expressions are extremely painful, as if they are telling of endless torture.

The Blood Demon Emperor's subordinates are all demons wearing blood-red armor, and their weapons are stained with blood that never dries.

There is a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and at the command, he will rush towards the enemy like a hungry wolf.

Adjacent to the Blood Demon Emperor’s territory is the Shadow Demon Emperor’s territory.

This place is shrouded in darkness all year round, as if the sunlight can never penetrate.

The palace of the Shadow Demon Emperor is hidden in layers of shadows and cannot be found without careful observation.

In the shadows, countless dark shadows shuttled around like ghosts. They were the Shadow Demon Emperor's shadow guards, and they were good at launching surprise attacks in the dark.

These shadow guards are silent, like messengers of death.

Once it locks on to a target, it will extend its sharp claws from the shadows and drag the enemy into endless darkness.

Going further ahead is the territory of the Flame Demon Emperor.

This is a sea of ​​fire, with hot magma flowing on the ground and huge columns of flames rising into the sky from time to time.

The palace of the Flame Demon Emperor was like a castle made of flames. Raging flames burned on the walls of the castle, and every brick and stone emitted a high temperature that was enough to reduce everything to ashes.

The Fire Demon Emperor's subordinates were a group of demons with flames all over their bodies. They held flaming spears in their hands, and wherever they went, the land was scorched and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

In the heart of the Demon Realm, stands an unparalleled city within a city - Kagura City.

It is not only a symbol of power, but also an abyss of mystery and fear.

The barrier of Kagura City is carefully forged from an extremely rare and exotic metal that emits a deep blue light, just like the deepest stars in the night sky fallen into the mortal world.

The surface of the city wall was covered with ancient and complex demon runes, which danced gently in the dim light.

It was like the whisper of an ancient spell, flowing with indescribable power that made people feel awe.

The city gate is majestic and magnificent, like a gateway to another world, with two huge demon eyes inlaid on it.

They are not just cold decorations, but seem to contain independent souls.

They are always observing every living being passing by with a perspective that transcends the mundane world, and no slightest movement can escape their insight.

Under the gaze of these eyes, three Demon Emperors, who were skilled in the art of disguising themselves, quietly came to the city gate.

Their steps were light and cautious, and even the slightest breath seemed to be swallowed up by the dark and deep atmosphere.

An unknown journey of destiny is about to unfold quietly in this land shrouded in mystery.

As if to see through them, the heavy door slowly opened and the three of them entered one after another.

The moment you step into Kagura Castle, a heavy feeling of oppression surges over you like a tide, making it even heavier than the outer area.

The buildings in the city are majestic and exude an indescribable solemnity, but they also hide a deep gloom and terror.

In an almost provocative manner, they quietly tell of past glory and unspeakable secrets.

The main hall, the soul of this city, stands proudly in the heart of the city where prosperity and darkness intertwine. It is like the quiet and profound residence of a demon, hiding countless unsolved mysteries.

Its roof, like a vast night sky, is cleverly spliced ​​together by countless inky black dragon scales.

Each scale contains an ancient and mysterious magic, gleaming in the dim light like the eye of the abyss.

Peeping at every corner of the world in silence.

They feel ready to break free at any moment and transform into true black dragons, soaring on the edge of chaos and order.

The door leading to the secret realm was carefully carved from a rare black sacred wood in the world.

Every inch of wood grain carries the traces of time and the wonders of nature.

The patterns on the door are complex, with both vigorous and ancient totems and seem to contain some kind of ancient spell.

Quietly telling the secrets of the past and the future, it arouses people's imagination, but they dare not touch it easily.

Such a scene makes people feel awe, and feel that every step is on the boundary between history and magic.

With every breath you can feel the call from ancient times, which tempts you to explore deeper, but also makes you want to escape from this heavy oppression involuntarily.

Those monsters were either baring their fangs and claws, or biting and fighting. Every stroke was soaked in a strong smell of blood and a ruthless will to kill, which was daunting.

The Demon God, this supreme being that towers over the demonic realm, has power as vast as the ocean and deep and unfathomable.

He is like an eternal shadow, shrouding this land ruled by darkness and desire.

Its true appearance has never been clearly revealed to mortal eyes, and is only occasionally seen from behind the closed door of the main hall.

It leaked out wisps of heart-pounding pressure, like the whispers of the abyss, telling of indescribable horror and majesty.

In this way, the main hall and the demon god together weave the deepest and most mysterious chapter of this demonic realm.

His will was like a cold iron blade hanging from the top of the sky, cold and sharp, hanging over the hearts of every demon at all times, making them tremble with fear.

The ten great demon emperors were all brutal and violent, with immense power, but under the supreme majesty of the demon god, they had no choice but to submit like loyal servants, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

The Demon City is a fortress shrouded in darkness, where violence and killing are the main themes and fear is the only pass.

Every corner of the city seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death, and the air was filled with suffocating despair and decay.

As for those who dared to violate the supreme authority of the Demon God, their fate had already been determined.

In this land swallowed by darkness, any resistance will be reduced to nothingness.

They will eventually be ruthlessly crushed into dust, turning into nutrients to nourish this dark city, and forever sinking in the abyss of despair.

The three demon clones stood in front of the hall where the demon god lived, like three small but firm stones.

Facing the magnificent palace that seemed to be able to swallow up the sky and the earth, although there was awe in his heart, there was also a hint of determination.

The two demon lords guarding the door were like two towering black mountains, surrounded by demonic energy.

The black chains that were gradually materializing swirled around them, demonstrating their strength that should not be underestimated.

The demon clone took a step forward. His figure was tall and straight, and his black robe fluttered in the wind like a black flag.

He saluted with his fists clasped together, his movements steady and powerful, and spoke in a loud and clear voice.

"Please inform us that we have important matters to report to the Demon Lord."

He knew very well that although the cultivation level of the Demon Lord's guards was lower than theirs, as the personal guards of the Demon Lord, they had a special status.

In the entire demon clan's hierarchy, he holds an exclusive position. Even the Demon Emperor has to show courtesy to him when he sees him and dare not show any negligence.