Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

In the demon world, tall golems stand tall, covered with scarlet blood. Continuous palaces, emitting a dark and cold atmosphere, stand in this gloomy demon realm.

Han Yan concealed the magical aura around her and transformed herself into an ordinary demon woman. She mingled among the demon people and carefully avoided the patrolling demon soldiers.

Xingchen hid in her sleeves, with her big, round eyes wide open, looking curiously at every corner of the demon world.

"Hurry up and bring these newly captured ones to the Demon Palace for the Demon Lord to review."

"Yes, Commander."

Han Yan was horrified when she saw the many women tied together with iron chains. They were all monks with high cultivation levels.

"They actually arrested so many people from the sects. Why didn't the sect leaders and elders report this to the authorities?"

"Who knows? Maybe they reported it, but those people in the fairy world didn't take it seriously."

Hanyan and Xingchen hid behind a big rock, talking in low voices. They waited until the escorting demon soldiers walked away before walking towards the tall and majestic Demon Palace in the distance.

She concealed her figure and breath, followed a demon soldier into the hall, stood silently beside the pillar of the hall, and looked at the woman kneeling on the ground.

The Demon Lord sat on the throne in the center of the hall. His dark and gloomy face was cold and angular, and his dark and deep eyes were shining with a sharp light. He was particularly scary in this dark palace.

"Your Majesty, they are the new offerings from the sect. Your Majesty, take a look at them. Are you satisfied?"

The sect actually offered its own monks to the demons? What on earth do they want to do!

Don’t they know that once these women enter the Demon Realm, they will never be able to get out alive?

Xingchen sensed Hanyan's anger, and he moved slightly at her sleeves, silently comforting her.

Han Yan calmed down her agitated emotions, stood where she was, and watched the Demon Lords look at the sobbing woman one by one.

The Demon Lord nodded with satisfaction, his eyes fixed on a woman in white who stood there like a crane among chickens.

She had clear features, a small, pointed face, an ice-like expression, and eyes like galaxies. Her eyes were so cold and filled with murderous intent.

"You are different from these crybabies. What? You want to kill me? Unfortunately, you can't do it. But you... may die soon.

You people from the sect are usually very noble, but you always want to kill the people from my demon world.

But look at you now, those cowardly sect leaders and elders of yours have obediently sent you to me and let me deal with you, right?"

"You fart!"

The woman in white interrupted the Demon Lord's words in a harsh voice, and continued to speak in a sonorous and powerful voice without paying any attention to the Demon Lord's slowly darkening expression.

“Our sect’s leader and elders have all died in battle to protect the sect. Those people who look like them now are nothing but running dogs created by you people from the demon world!

You killed them and yet you still want to slander them. You, the people of the demon world, should be punished by heaven and earth and die a miserable death."

When the Demon Lord saw that the fact he wanted to cover up was exposed, he no longer had any good temper or patience, and spoke to the woman in white who was full of resentment.

He waved his hand and knocked the woman in white to the ground, then smiled as he watched her spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, staining her snow-white clothes red.

"You ungrateful fellow, go and ask that person to come out and see if these people are to his liking. If not, go to the sect and capture them again!"

"Yes."

The demon soldiers took the order and ran out of the hall. Han Yan looked at the Demon Lord who was playing with the dagger, and then looked at the woman in white who had an unyielding look on her face.

Han Yan always felt that the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in front of her gave her a very familiar feeling.

It had been thousands of years since she ascended to heaven, and her old friends had long since died one after another. After their reincarnations, they no longer remembered the past.

She stared at the woman in white, trying to know from that little bit of familiarity where it came from.

“Master, it’s Lord Xuanming. I didn’t expect that a Lord from the God Realm would actually collude with the Demon Realm.

Master, do Jimo Shenjun and other Shenjun know about this matter? And Haoyang Tianzun... Never mind, they probably don't know.

If they knew that he was in league with the demons, they would have killed him long ago."

Han Yan looked at the Xuanming God who was approaching from afar. She had never seen him before.

Now, she could only judge by the divine light lingering around him whether he was the Lord of the God Realm and not a figure from the Demon Realm.

Lord Xuanming stood beside the Demon Lord, looking at the captured woman from the sect with burning eyes. After looking around, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied with the people we captured this time. Don't worry, with the blood of these people with cultivation, we will be able to open the seal of the Xuanbing Secret Realm more quickly."

"Okay, then you can take them away. Remember, my patience is running out, so you must be as fast as possible."

"Of course, after all, I also want to see that day come sooner."

Lord Xuanming curled his lips into a smile, took the thick iron chain from the demon soldier, turned around and walked out.

When he passed by the pillar where Han Yan was, his eyes turned slightly and looked towards the empty pillar, and the smile on his lips deepened.

The hall fell silent again, and the only sound that could be heard was the wailing coming from outside the hall.

Han Yan followed Lord Xuanming from a distance and saw him open the stone door hidden behind the rocks, unleash the magic on the stone door, and escort all the women into the bottomless darkness.

"Master, are we going in? It smells really bad in there, a strong smell of blood."

"If I'm not mistaken, behind the stone gate is where the Demon Realm transports blood and energy to the Mysterious Ice Secret Realm to open the seal. Let's go and take a look quietly."

"Master, what you mean is that we should not save those people first, nor destroy the formation that transmits blood energy?"

"Nonsense, if there is only one Demon Lord, we can still fight. Now, in addition to the Demon Lord, there is also the Xuanming Lord from the God Realm.

I can't beat them, so I just go in and take a look. After I'm sure they're done, I'll let Jimo Divine Lord come and solve the problem."

After Han Yan finished speaking, he pushed Xingchen's head into his sleeve and slipped in at the last moment when the stone door was about to close.

There was only endless darkness behind the stone door. The stairs leading down were slippery and sticky, and every breath of air around was filled with a thick smell of blood.

At the end of the long and narrow passage, a faint blue flame burned and shone, and everything around was shrouded in a strange light.

The bodies of women were hung on a mountain of white bones, and they still retained the tragic conditions they had suffered before death.

In the huge palace, blood was shining brightly, and endless blood-colored mist was lingering. The fishy wind was nauseating. The scarlet blood gathered into a river, winding on the disc of the Qilin stepping on the ghost.

"These dogs are worse than animals! Master, what should we do now? Are those captured women from the sect going to die soon?"

"Probably not yet. I saw them locked in a cell."

Xingchen's eyes moved, and following the flow of blood, he saw the eye-catching pattern of a unicorn stepping on a ghost on the ground.

The moment he saw the pattern, Xingchen could hardly take his eyes off it and stared at it without blinking. At that moment, he felt cold all over and his heart almost stopped beating.