CHAPTER 9 . The undercurrent stirs, and the Demon Realm awakens.

The Demon Realm lies beyond the boundaries of the world, existing in an endless void of darkness and chaos.

It is not situated within any known space, nor does it belong to the conventional layers of the universe.

Compared to the Celestial Realm, the Demon Realm holds an even greater air of mystery, like a forgotten world, eternally adrift outside the laws of all other realms.

Even though the Celestial Realm has sealed the passage to the Demon Realm, it still remains hidden within the void, waiting for the moment of its resurrection.

The Lord of the Nether Abyss, his figure resembling an eternal, unquenchable flame of purple-blue fire, floats at the center of the Nether Abyss Hall, like the heart of a devil burning endlessly in the dark.

Each flicker of flame carries an aura of coldness, deep and oppressive, a fear from the abyss that every living being can sense.

This flame is not an ordinary one; it is the intangible existence of the Lord of the Nether Abyss himself, his power being the flame itself, filled with boundless chill, impossible to gaze upon directly.

Whenever the Lord of the Nether Abyss releases a breath, the temperature in the air drops drastically, and the surrounding space seems to freeze, as if time itself has come to a standstill.

His voice is deep and cold, echoing through the hall as if coming from the depths of endless darkness: "Five hundred years have passed. The blood debt of five hundred years ago is finally due for reckoning."

The flame of the Lord of the Nether Abyss shudders violently, as if recalling the long years and endless humiliation.

For five hundred years, countless powerful beings of the Demon Realm have paid a great price in this silent struggle, and every failure has only fueled the Lord of the Nether Abyss with more anger and hatred.

Cold light flickers in his eyes, as though recounting a long-forgotten past.

"Five hundred years ago, the Celestial-Demon War lasted for three thousand years.

At that time, our power was on the brink of crushing the Celestial Realm, and the whole world was engulfed in flames.

Had it not been for the sudden, unwarranted intervention of the Divine Clan, the Demon Realm would have destroyed the Celestial Realm in one fell swoop, breaking those endless chains."

The Lord of the Nether Abyss's voice is filled with suppressed fury, as if tearing apart the very void.

A moment of silence passes, and the purple-blue flames sway slightly.

The Divine Clan, that existence even more powerful than the Celestial Realm, is the force the Lord of the Nether Abyss fears the most.

Although the Demon Realm's might is unrivaled, confronting the Divine Clan has always unsettled the Lord of the Nether Abyss.

Each member of the Divine Clan possesses god-defying abilities, capable of disregarding everything to alter the very laws of the universe.

They are like the rulers of the cosmos, controlling all order and fate.

And such power, the Lord of the Nether Abyss has never been able to conquer.

However, the Lord of the Nether Abyss is not afraid.

His gaze is cold, burning with ruthless fire.

"The Blood Slaughter King, the nine stars representing the nine deities are about to align.

When the nine stars form a perfect conjunction, the reincarnation of the Demon Child will happen, and the resurrection of the Demon Realm is imminent.

This time, we cannot allow those ignorant Celestial Realm lackeys to crush the opportunity we have fought for over five hundred years."

The Lord of the Nether Abyss's voice grows even darker, carrying an unmistakable intensity: "The Demon Realm must awaken."

The Blood Slaughter King, the Lord of the Nether Abyss's first right-hand man, stands silently at the side of the hall, listening intently to his master's command.

His figure seems to merge with the shadows, as still as a mountain, exuding an invisible pressure.

With a cold gaze, the Blood Slaughter King looks at the Lord of the Nether Abyss and responds quietly: "Master, your command will be carried out. I have already dispatched several advance teams. They have crossed the borders of the Netherworld and are infiltrating the human realm."

Suddenly, the Lord of the Nether Abyss's flame erupts with a blinding light, and a freezing aura spreads throughout the hall, causing the surrounding space to momentarily freeze.

"You know your mission."

The Lord of the Nether Abyss's voice carries a note of command that brooks no argument: "Go to the human realm, find the Demon Child, and ensure his power awakens!"

The Blood Slaughter King says nothing more. His figure vanishes silently from the Nether Abyss Hall.

The Lord of the Nether Abyss watches his retreating form as the purple-blue flame settles again, echoing with the history that cannot be erased and the stakes of the future.

The Lord of the Nether Abyss turns his gaze to the distance, his heart burning with the desire for the resurrection of the Demon Realm.

For five hundred years, the strength of the Demon Realm has never faded.

This time, the reincarnation of the Demon Child will carry the fate of the Demon Realm.

This time, the Lord of the Nether Abyss will not allow any force to stop the awakening of the Demon Child.

The Blood Slaughter King exits the Nether Abyss Hall and enters a dark, deep passage.

Although the temperature here is suffocatingly low, the Blood Slaughter King walks with steady and firm steps, his shadow merging seamlessly with the darkness, invisible to all.

His thoughts do not scatter with his steps but instead grow heavier.

The purple-blue flame of the Lord of the Nether Abyss still burns fiercely in the hall, echoing with its deep resonance.

The Blood Slaughter King knows that the Lord of the Nether Abyss is about to launch an operation capable of changing the fate of the Demon Realm, and the core of this operation is the Demon Child who is about to descend upon the human realm.

However, the Blood Slaughter King knows a secret that the Lord of the Nether Abyss has not revealed to everyone.

The power of the Demon Child is almost unimaginable in its strength.

Yet, this power is not the Lord of the Nether Abyss's ultimate trump card.

The Lord of the Nether Abyss's true goal is not merely the awakening of the Demon Child but to use a primordial celestial pill hidden within the Demon Child to restore his lost physical body.

Although he can maintain his consciousness and power as a flame of purple-blue fire, this state is extremely unstable.

His power is restricted; he cannot restore his physical body, nor can he freely traverse the universe.

"The Celestial Pill…"

The Blood Slaughter King mutters to himself, his heart filled with both desire and caution for the mysterious pill.

He knows well that the location of this ancient Celestial Pill is hidden within the body of the Demon Child.

"This time…"

A flash of ruthless light appears in the Blood Slaughter King's eyes. He knows that this time, the Lord of the Nether Abyss will not allow the Celestial Realm to intervene.

"This time, the Demon Child's power will undoubtedly awaken."

He continues walking, and at the end of the passage, someone is waiting.

It is the Blood Slaughter King's trusted subordinate—the Windblood Assassin, one of the most secretive assassins in the Demon Realm.

The face of the Windblood Assassin is obscured by a gray veil, with only a pair of deep, penetrating eyes visible, as though able to see through everything and read the heart.

"You have heard the Lord of the Nether Abyss's command."

The Windblood Assassin's voice is low and hoarse, carrying a hint of coldness.

"I understand."

The Blood Slaughter King nods calmly, responding with composure.

Though he knows that this mission is fraught with unknowns and dangers, he accepts the Lord of the Nether Abyss's arrangement without hesitation.

"The Celestial Pill within the Demon Child will undoubtedly allow the Lord of the Nether Abyss to reconstruct his physical body."

The Blood Slaughter King silently repeats to himself, his gaze flashing with a deep and unreadable light.

He takes a deep breath and turns, heading toward the distant passage. The Windblood Assassin follows silently behind, his figure as ghostly as a shadow, making no sound.

The entire Demon Realm, under the rule of the Lord of the Nether Abyss, has quietly set in motion the mechanism of its revival.