Comprehension Ability: Creating and teaching the Dao in various worlds

The "King" of the Black Mist Mountain Range was the most powerful demonic beast in the entire range.

They belonged to a noble lineage and had long lifespans, yet most of their time was spent in slumber.

Ten years ago, Lin Yuan had secretly observed a "King," which resembled a phoenix and a Vermilion Bird, sleeping atop a crimson phoenix tree.

However, at the time,

Lin Yuan was not confident in dealing with that "King."

Of course, Lin Yuan's "dealing" meant to do so unnoticed.

The eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range all had to be confronted without causing any major disturbances, otherwise alarming other "Kings" could lead to unpredictable consequences.

"It's about time,"

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

All eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range possessed strength ranging from the Sixth Rank to the Sixth Rank Peak.

Now Lin Yuan, also within the Sixth Rank, should be on par with them in terms of sheer power.

Even if one side could win, it would undoubtedly come at a great cost, and it was totally impossible not to alert the other "Kings."

But this only applied to a normal Demon Tree.

Lin Yuan was no ordinary Demon Tree — besides the multiple abilities of a Demon Tree, he also had insights into the Space Rules, the Tai Yin Tai Yang Rule, and the Rule of Power.

With Lin Yuan's current application of the Space Rules, it was completely normal for him to create a Spatial Prison with a wave of his hand, cutting off heaven and earth.

This was also the reason Lin Yuan now dared to make a move against the "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range.

"Don't hold back,"

"End the battle quickly,"

Lin Yuan was determined to ensure this attack went smoothly.

The main body of the Demon Tree was slowly moving towards the deepest parts of the Black Mist Mountain Range.

...

At the deepest part of the Black Mist Mountain Range,

A valley connected to the subterranean fire veins, making the air intensely hot.

In the center of the valley, a crimson phoenix tree stood towering, and at its top, a nest housed a bird resembling a phoenix and a Vermilion Bird asleep inside.

Hiss hiss hiss.

Just then,

Dozens of black branches quickly approached from all directions, leaving no blind spots, surrounding the nest at the top of the phoenix tree.

The next moment,

The cold black branches were all incinerated into nothingness by flames.

"Screech!!!"

At the top of the phoenix tree, within the nest, the phoenix silently opened its eyes.

"Who is it?"

"Have you forgotten the pact?"

The phoenix emitted a terrifying psychic fluctuation, and infinite flames began to permeate the air.

Human cultivators and the eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range had once made a covenant to not interfere with each other.

The demonic beasts of the Black Mist Mountain Range were not to create disturbances behind the backs of the human cultivators while they resisted the Foreign Evil God.

The eight "Kings" had no objections to this point.

Although the demonic beasts and humans were two different races, they shared the same world. If the Foreign Evil God broke through, countless demonic beasts of the Black Mist Mountain Range would suffer as well.

Therefore,

For the past two or three hundred years,

The eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range suppressed many demonic beasts, not even starting a single beast tide, all to coordinate with the human cultivators.

Of course, the covenant not only restricted the eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range but also the human cultivators from disturbing the "Kings'" slumber.

But now,

The Phoenix King did not know what these black branches were, but they definitely did not come from the demonic beasts of the Black Mist Mountain Range.

As a "King," the Phoenix King's noble lineage exerted a supreme oppressive force on other demonic beasts.

Those beasts trembled at its sight, so how could they dare to make a move?

Thus,

The Phoenix King concluded that this must be the work of a human cultivator.

This made the Phoenix King even more furious; it had faithfully followed the pact, yet the humans had attacked it.

"Die, die."

The Phoenix King, enraged, churned its phoenix flames, turning approaching black branches into nothingness.

Time slowly passed.

Almost half a day had slipped by in an instant.

At first,

The Phoenix King was exceptionally excited; it didn't remember the last time it had exerted full power like this.

Beings like the "Kings" of the demonic beasts could not act rashly, or else they would attract the attention of the human cultivators, especially during this critical period against the Foreign Evil God.

But I didn't initiate this, you humans provoked me, so it's fine for me to act, right? I can even go and hold your Alliance Hierarch accountable.

The more the Phoenix King thought about it, the more excited it became.

The Alliance Hierarch of the Tianqing Alliance was extremely powerful, and had many treasures in his collection, one of which the Phoenix King greatly desired.

Previously, the Phoenix King was too embarrassed to ask for it since there was no reason, but now that the humans had broken the pact, it had every reason to demand it.

"Hmm?"
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"Something isn't right."

While the Phoenix King was generating phoenix flames, waves of black branches were incinerated, one batch after another, with no sign of stopping.

"What exactly is going on?"

The Phoenix King began to panic.

It wasn't panicking over the unceasing black branches.

Although each of these black branches were extraordinarily sturdy, they still couldn't withstand its phoenix flames.

It could handle even more as long as it had the strength and stamina.

The Phoenix King was panicking because it had been counterattacking for so long, yet why hadn't the other seven "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range come to help?

The power of the Phoenix flames was immense, causing great disturbances; reaching such a length of time with the phoenix flames should have alerted the entire Black Mist Mountain Range to what was happening here.

Those seven old fellows definitely should have felt it.

Given this, they should have come over by now?

The Phoenix King didn't understand; the eight "Kings" of the Black Mist Mountain Range always had a rule to look out for one another, supporting each other when one was in trouble.