The large ship traveled across the sea for half a month, and a distant island appeared.

Black mist enveloped the island, while the surrounding seawater turned a shade of blood red.

"We’re almost there."

The Sword Immortal stood on the ship, gazing into the distance at that patch of black mist.

Within the black mist, a Flood Dragon seemed to coil, its eyes glowing greenly.

Upon seeing this, Prajna hurriedly began reciting sutras. One glance at that direction was enough to feel the murderous aura, entirely different from the auspicious energy above the Buddhist temples.

No doubt, this island is home to some great demons.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Zi felt a sense of gravitas. Regarding the future, humans always harbor fear, feeling an intense pressure building.

Can these four really defeat the Devil Sect?

At this moment, Wang Ye sat at the center of the ship, conserving his energy. Once they set foot on Tianmo Island, life and death would be uncertain, so maintaining his spirit was crucial.

Fortunately, the journey to Tianmo Island was uneventful.

Soon, the four of them landed on the island.

Everywhere on the island lay skeletons, along with numerous coffins.

Tombs were scattered all over, sending an eerie atmosphere their way.

"I don’t want to stay here even for a minute."

Qingfeng Zi felt soaked in cold sweat all over, extremely uncomfortable being here.

The Sword Immortal chuckled slightly and said,

"We dared to set foot on Tianmo Island, and you’re thinking of retreating already?"

Qingfeng Zi waved his sleeve at these words, shaking his head.

"No way. I can’t leave here without killing the Demon Emperor."

At this moment, Prajna suddenly shrieked and stopped you, as he approached a tomb.

"Great Wei Heavenly Dragon Temple, the tomb of the 13th Abbot, Damo Tian."

Looking at the cemetery, Prajna knelt solemnly, knocking his head against the tombstone repeatedly.

Three thousand years later, Damo Tian left the Blackwater Secret Realm, yet unexpectedly died here.

The Sword Immortal also stood before another tomb.

"Sword Saint, the tomb of Gudu Dongfang."

Did even the Sword Saint perish here?

The Sword Immortal’s expression became heavy, as rumors said the Sword Saint had perfected the most flawless swordsmanship in this world.

This form of swordsmanship was called the Divine Sword Art.

Those who mastered it became as powerful as deities.

Yet even a master like the Sword Saint lay buried here.

Qingfeng Zi circled around, halting before a tomb as well.

"The 11th Sect Leader of Qingyun Sect, the tomb of Zhuo Tianzi."

Qingfeng Zi also knelt and bowed before the tomb.

Wang Ye frowned at these tombs, amazed that such powerful figures had died here.

It’s no surprise that many masters who entered Tianmo Island never emerged alive, for they all perished here.

"Sword Saint, how did you die? I will avenge you."

The Sword Immortal murmured, intrigued, and with a slash, cut open the tomb.

A coffin came into view inside the tomb.

As she was about to open the coffin, Prajna stopped her.

"The deceased are to be revered. Opening the Sword Saint’s coffin like this is not right."

"It’s a sign of respect for our forebears."

Qingfeng Zi also stepped forward to prevent her.

"Indeed, Demon Path disciples are notoriously cunning. Who knows what traps lie within the coffin? Opening it is too reckless."

The Sword Immortal, disregarding their warnings, swung her sword to cleave open the coffin.

A skeleton appeared before her eyes, showing a crack on the skull, the entire cranium tinted green, with several long swords piercing through the bones.

"The Sword Saint must have been tricked before his death, undoubtedly dying a painful death."

The Sword Immortal’s face paled as she observed, clenching her sword tightly.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Zi erupted in fury, thinking if the Sword Saint died so tragically, then Gudu Dongfang’s death must have been even worse.

Subsequently, Qingfeng Zi opened Gudu Dongfang’s tomb.

Inside, Gudu Dongfang’s body hadn’t decayed. More than twenty daggers pierced his body, accompanied by a dog buried with him.

Even his mouth had a woman’s embroidered shoe wedged in.

"This~"

Qingfeng Zi’s eyes filled with rage.

The Sect Leader’s death was gruesome beyond belief.

Demon Sect disciples, how could you be so cruel? If I ever meet you, I’ll ensure you pay a heavy price.

Prajna’s expression remained composed, as someone from the Buddhist sect, he’d long become indifferent to such things.

Yet in his heart, uncertainty lingered.

"Sword Saint and Gudu Dongfang were masters, so how did they die so terribly? What methods did the Demon Sect disciples employ?"

Prajna murmured to himself.

It was clear that before their deaths, these individuals had undergone extreme torment.

Watching the corpses, Wang Ye’s eyes filled with murderous intent.

"The Devil Sect deserves damnation."

He uttered icy words, for anyone witnessing this scene would struggle to suppress their rage.

"Hehe, humans, and cultivators at that."

As the group seethed with anger, a woman approximately two meters tall appeared before them.

She wore a blood-red cheongsam, her face white as jade, exuding authority, resembling an Empress from afar.

Her eyes emitted a chilling gaze, sucking the life out of the surrounding foliage wherever it passed.

Prajna looked at the woman and asked,

"Who are you?"

Tianyin snorted coldly and said, 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"I am Magic Emperor Tianyin of the Devil Sect. You must have come for me."

As she spoke, she nonchalantly examined her slender, pale fingers.

Qingfeng Zi’s expression shifted to gravity upon hearing this, promptly stepping back.

Unexpectedly, they encountered the Demon Emperor soon after arriving at Tianmo Island.

Given the plight of those masters, he couldn’t fathom what methods this woman had.

The Sword Immortal also felt uneasy. Although appearing graceful, he suspected her heart was like a venomous snake.

Prajna sighed at Tianyin and said,

"You’re Magic Emperor Tianyin of Tianmo Island. What a pity."

Prajna shook his head.

Tianyin chuckled and pointed at Prajna.

"Monk, what’s so pitiful about me?"

Prajna firmly stated,

"It’s a pity you’ll die today. After killing you, I’ll ensure all Demon Path disciples meet their end."

Tianyin sneered cynically, gesturing at the vast graves surrounding them.

"All those who wished to kill me lie here. And you, a mere monk, think you can kill me. Such naiveté!"

The Sword Immortal stepped forward, glaring coldly at Tianyin.

"What if you add me into the mix?"

Tianyin scoffed, indicating the Sword Saint’s tomb.

"How do your skills compare to the Sword Saint? Even he was slain by me. What chance do you stand?"

The Sword Immortal was stricken, realizing she was indeed inferior to the Sword Saint in terms of cultivation.

Seeing the Sword Immortal’s anger and helplessness, Tianyin erupted in laughter.

"Do you know why this island is so silent?"

Tianyin questioned everyone, answering her own question shortly after.

"That’s because everyone on Tianmo Island has been killed by me."

Wang Ye retorted coldly.

"So it seems, you believe you’ll never die."

Tianyin shifted her gaze to Wang Ye, examining him from head to toe before nodding.

"As long as humans exist, I won’t die. Here on Tianmo Island, I am unbeatable. No one can kill me, not even a god."

As she spoke, she stood boldly, exuding confidence.

Wang Ye glanced at the black clouds above, and the Flood Dragon hidden within, a smile unfolded across his lips.

He speculated that Tianyin’s secret to immortality lay in connection with the black clouds and the Flood Dragon above.

The sky was filled with Black Jiaolong, a sign of the Devil Path’s strong fortune. But what if that fortune is disrupted?