Seeing these high and mighty Soul Immortals show him such reverence, Xuanyuan Ruoxing's smile grew even more unrestrained: "Buyue, with my current strength, could I unify the world?"

As the voice faded, a man dressed in white brocade robes, identical in appearance to Huangfu Buyue but with a somewhat vacant expression, stepped out from the void...

This man was the Huangfu Buyue whose soul had been nearly shattered, who was saved by a wisp of his remnant soul by the Celestial Dragon, and subsequently fell into Xuanyuan Ruoxing's hands, where he was reconstructed into a physical body through immense divine power.

Hearing Xuanyuan Ruoxing's words, Huangfu Buyue merely uttered four words softly: "Easily achieved!"

"Easily achieved? Hahahaha, yes, I am now in the Immortal Realm and possess such a treasure; unifying a world is surely child's play! Let's go, we’ll return to Tianyuan City right now. I want to see if that old fellow Xuanyuan Xiao Zhan supports my nephew or me, hahahaha..." Xuanyuan Ruoxing roared with laughter, scooped up the twenty-plus Soul Immortals below, including Huangfu Buyue, and vanished without a trace.

Just as Xuanyuan Ruoxing achieved great success in his divine arts and headed to the mortal realm, the Demon Realm underwent cataclysmic changes.

The death of the Blood Race Demon King, Vladas, instantly shattered the established balance. The Blood Race, which had been allied with the Silver Serpent Clan and the Violet Flame Clan to attack the Werewolf Clan, abruptly turned their spears and ferociously charged against the Violet Flame and Silver Serpent Clans. Several Demon Lords of the Silver Serpent and Violet Flame Clans perished on the spot, including one Ninth-Grade Demon Lord. However, the Blood Race suffered devastating losses; without their Demon King, they immediately became targets for the other major races. Aside from the Werewolf Clan, which lost a few Ninth-Grade Demon Lords, the Blue Demon Clan and the Nightmare Clan jointly attacked the Blood Race, devouring vast territories and capturing numerous clansmen. Yet, these Blood Race members harbored no resentment toward the two attacking clans, continuing their suicidal onslaught against the Violet Flame and Silver Serpent Clans, putting particular, near-total effort into targeting the Violet Flame Clan.

At this moment, where the Violet Flame Demon Race resided, tens of thousands of Blood Race members flapped their bat wings and rushed toward them. Their strongest reached the Ninth-Grade Demon Lord realm, while the weakest were merely at the level of Martial Masters. Facing the overwhelmingly powerful Violet Flame Demons, these Blood Race members seemed to have already cast aside their very lives.

They did not engage the Violet Flame Demons in direct combat. Upon reaching them, they instantly chose self-detonation. The self-destruction of a single Demon General realm Blood Race member was enough to completely obliterate a First-Grade Demon Lord. To imagine tens of thousands choosing self-detonation simultaneously—such terrifying power was greater than a thousand nuclear bombs.

It was fortunate that the Demon Realm's geology was relatively solid, especially within the Thunder Marsh Circle, where the crustal structure was incredibly firm and the area vast, preventing the ground from being utterly collapsed by these Blood Race detonations.

Even so, nearly one-third of the Violet Flame Demon Race territory was completely devastated by these self-explosions, and the Violet Flame tribesmen living there were all annihilated.

When Hei Mingba brought Ye Jingyu and the others back to Lone Sky Peak, they saw over ten thousand Blood Race members flapping their wings and swooping rapidly toward the Violet Flame Demon Race led by Hei Mingyingjie.

Seeing the ground already almost completely sunken, and feeling the resentful spirits of countless tribesmen in the void, Hei Mingba erupted in rage. With a sweep of his single sleeve, a sky full of purple flames shot upward, engulfing the more than ten thousand Blood Race members. In the blink of an eye, these Blood Race members were burned to ashes.

Seeing her father king return, a look of surprise appeared on Hei Mingyingjie's face, coupled with the relief of a heavy burden lifted.

And Medusa, witnessing all this, decided against continuing with Hei Mingba to Lone Sky Peak. If the Violet Flame Clan was already in such a state, what fate awaited her own Silver Serpent Clan?

After bidding farewell to Hei Mingba, Medusa transformed into a blur and sped toward her clan's territory, the worry for her kin reaching an astonishing degree. However, before leaving, Medusa cast a look toward Jiu Feng, who was constantly guarding Ye Jingyu; the gaze was incredibly affectionate, yet mixed with an inexplicable sadness, leaving Jiu Feng utterly bewildered.

But Jiu Feng’s attention was wholly fixed on Ye Jingyu; how could she notice such things?

Under Hei Mingba’s personal escort, the group arrived at the Violet Flame Demon Palace. With Hei Mingba present, the flames covering the entire Lone Sky Peak posed no threat to them. However, seeing that his father had brought back so many Ninth-Grade Demon Lords, Hei Mingyingjie was filled with doubt. When he learned from his younger sister that all these people were Ye Jingyu's subordinates, his face contorted in sheer astonishment.

Since when had this person, whom he could once crush so easily, grown to such a degree? The last time, he was only slightly stronger than her, but now he had pulled so far ahead?

Her pair of purple eyes remained locked on Ye Jingyu, paying no heed to Yan Senxu, who was also in a coma, even though he was now a Demon King realm expert.

Learning the current state of the Violet Flame Clan from Hei Mingyingjie, Hei Mingba, though angry, felt a slight sense of relief. Although some tribesmen were lost, they were all on the periphery and not very strong; such losses were acceptable to him.

What needed to be done now was to prepare for potential attacks from the other major royal clans. Yet, he harbored little worry. The Werewolf Clan had lost several Ninth-Grade Demon Lords, so even with Vladas dead, they wouldn't make any large moves. As for the Blue Demon Clan, they had always been internally disunited. Only the Nightmare Clan might launch an all-out attack on the Violet Flame Clan.

But setting aside his own strength, consider the people currently by his side: Yan Senxu was undoubtedly a genuine Demon King expert. As for Ye Jingyu, he was a figure capable of shattering Tribulation Clouds with a single punch. Regardless of how he achieved it, based on that strength alone, he was absolutely capable of dealing with any Demon King expert. If the Nightmare Clan didn't come, so be it. If they truly did, Hei Mingba wouldn't mind seizing the opportunity to annihilate them completely.

However, if that happened, the time required for him to travel to that other plane would be significantly delayed, wouldn't it? He had originally planned to depart safely once Yan Senxu ascended to the Demon King realm, but now it seemed...

Sighing deeply, Hei Mingba turned his gaze back to Ye Jingyu. For now, the priority was to help him expel that residual power. No matter what, the safe passage through this calamity was thanks to him. Hei Mingba's assessment of Ye Jingyu had undergone a massive shift.

Snatching up Ye Jingyu with one hand, and instructing Hei Mingyingjie to settle the others, Hei Mingba's body vanished into thin air...

And at this moment, the true chaos of the Demon Realm had just begun...