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Chapter 1647 Everything, I'm here!

"Big... lord?"

Ahe knelt down tremblingly. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he knew that only the legendary powerful cultivators could possess such great power.

Ying Zheng did not look at him, but simply raised his eyes and gazed into the distance.

In the distance, dark clouds rolled in, and demonic energy surged. Ferocious figures were rushing towards Qinghe Village. They were cultivators from the Black Fiend Sect. After slaughtering Qinghe Village, they did not go far but rested in a valley not far away. Now, sensing the fluctuation of Ying Zheng's power, they followed the aura and returned to kill him!

Leading the group was an elder of the Black Fiend Sect, whose cultivation level was already at the initial stage. In the Northern Region of the Upper Realm, he was not considered a powerful being!

He was surrounded by black energy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the mortals who had come back to life in Qinghe Village with greed and rage in his eyes: "Where did this rogue cultivator come from, daring to ruin the good things of my Black Fiend Sect! These mortals are sacrifices for my sect, how dare you touch them?"

Following closely behind were dozens of disciples of the Black Fiend Sect, all of whom were at the level of Chaos God Emperor. Their demonic energy surged and their killing intent was overwhelming. They surrounded the entire Qinghe Village, and the demonic energy covered the sky and the sun, making all the mortals in the village tremble with fear!

Ying Zheng slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the initial elder, his eyes showing no emotion, only a cold indifference.

"Sacrifice?"

Ying Zheng's voice, though not loud, clearly resonated throughout the entire village, reaching the ears of every Black Fiend Sect cultivator: "Human beings can cultivate the land, build mountains and rivers, and endure for generations; they must never become sacrifices for you demons."

"Arrogant!" The Black Fiend Sect elder roared, raising his hand to unleash a ten-thousand-foot-long demonic palm. The palm print, formed from demonic energy, blotted out the sky and carried the power to devour everything, striking towards Ying Zheng. "You're just an ignorant rogue cultivator who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, yet you dare to talk about the human race in front of my Black Fiend Sect? Today, I will annihilate your soul and spirit, turning you into my nourishment!"

As the demonic hand descended, the world changed color, and the mortals of Qinghe Village all wore expressions of despair. They knew that such power was beyond human resistance.

But Ying Zheng remained standing in the same spot, completely unmoved.

He didn't even raise his hand; his brow flickered slightly, and a wisp of golden power was suddenly released!

All the Black Fiend Sect cultivators froze, their demonic energy instantly stagnating. The ten-thousand-foot-long demonic palm shattered with a roar just three feet away from Ying Zheng, turning into a sky full of black mist that vanished without a trace!

The elder at the initial stage coughed up blood and staggered backward, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief: "What... what kind of power is this?"

He had seen countless powerful figures, but he had never seen such power before!

Ying Zheng walked slowly forward. With each step he took, a golden ripple would appear on the ground. Wherever the ripples spread, the demonic energy would dissipate. The Black Fiend Sect cultivators collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been removed, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their hands!

"I am Ying Zheng."

Ying Zheng's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the heavens and earth: "The First Emperor of the Lower Realm ascends to the Upper Realm and hereby swears that all human beings, no matter where they are or how high or low their cultivation level, shall not be wantonly slaughtered, nor used as sacrifices, nor regarded as dregs!"

"You demons, you have betrayed humanity, slaughtered countless lives, and deserve to die a thousand deaths!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng raised his hand, his five fingers forming a sword.

A golden sword light of imperial aura shot into the sky. Wherever the sword light passed, all the demonic energy in the world was dissolved. The Black Fiend Sect cultivators who were paralyzed on the ground did not even have time to scream before their bodies were torn apart by the sword light and their souls were purified by the imperial aura, turning into specks of dust and dissipating into the world!

The elder in the initial stage tried to resist with all his demonic energy, but the sword light easily wiped him out. His demonic body shattered and his soul was destroyed, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Black Fiend Sect cultivators were all killed.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sunlight shone down again, illuminating the land of Qinghe Village, the mortals who had come back to life, and Ying Zheng's tall and imposing figure.

Everyone in Qinghe Village knelt on the ground, bowing and kowtowing in the direction of Ying Zheng, calling out "Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, his gaze gradually sweeping over them, and he took the initiative to ask, "Why are there ordinary mortals like you in the Upper Realm?"

It's simply too unbelievable that there are no cultivators in the upper realm!

Something eerie is about it!

"Reporting to Your Excellency, our ancestors were once powerful cultivators capable of splitting mountains and overturning seas. However, as time went by, the talents of their descendants weakened, and they gradually became what they are today!"

"In the end, they settled here, but over time, no one was able to cultivate, and it became one of the few ordinary villages!" Ahe explained softly.

"My lord, you are so powerful, but if we really provoke them... it would be best to leave as soon as possible. We would be extremely grateful if you could help us!"

Ah He continued speaking, but hesitated for a moment, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"My lord, the baby in my arms is my sister. I beg you... please take her away. Even if she becomes your servant, it's better than dying here!"

"I am willing to give my life!"

As Ahe spoke, she solemnly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng was somewhat stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, he couldn't react.

"My lord, I beg you!" Ah He said again.

Ying Zheng sighed and looked at Ahe, who had a serious expression on her face. "I have never taken that Black Fiend Sect seriously!"

Ying Zheng's gaze swept over Qinghe Village. "With the Black Fiend Sect destroyed, the demonic sects of the Northern Region will surely notice. Within three days, even stronger cultivators will arrive here. Pack your belongings and leave with me!"

"I'll protect you. With me here, no one can touch you!"

Since there's still no news about Emperor Song Yu, Ying Zheng will just leave it at that for now.

"But sir, wouldn't this cause you a lot of trouble?"

Ah He was still somewhat worried. In his opinion, as long as the other party could save his sister's life, that would be an immense favor, and he dared not ask for too much!

Seeing the other party's worry, even Ying Zheng felt no strange warmth in his heart.

He shook his head with a bitter smile, "That person just now should be an elder of the Black Fiend Sect. He is at the mid-stage of the Initial Realm, while the sect leader of the Black Fiend Sect is at most at the peak of the Initial Realm!"

"At the initial stage, one is the Creator God; above the Creator God is the Sovereign Realm; above the Sovereign Realm is the Eternal Realm; above the Eternal Realm is the Dao Realm; and I am currently in the Dao Realm!"

Ying Zheng smiled, without a trace of worry in his eyes.

He was four realms higher than his opponent, so what did he have to fear?

Ahe stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief. How could the other party be so powerful?

"From this moment on, you shall follow me! I will take care of everything!"

As Ying Zheng finished speaking, his black dragon-patterned imperial robe fluttered gently in the breeze. Even when he restrained it to the extreme, the supreme pressure of his Dao Realm made the mortals of Qinghe Village tremble with awe.

Ahe knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold soil, her mouth agape, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The initial realm, the creator god realm, the sovereign realm, the eternal realm, the realm of the Dao... these five realms were like five great mountains, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He overheard cultivators chatting about the realms of the Upper Realm. The initial peak sect leader of the Black Fiend Sect was already a hegemon on the northern border, but in Ying Zheng's words, he wasn't even considered a threshold.

The realm of Dao is the legendary supreme being who wields the laws of the Great Dao. They are extremely rare in the entire Upper Realm. Yet this man before us, who calls himself Ying Zheng, the First Emperor of the Lower Realm, is such a terrifying existence!

Ah He's blood boiled, her fear and despair transforming into burning hope. She kowtowed heavily, blood seeping from her forehead, her voice choked and trembling: "Thank you, sir! Thank you for protecting us! The entire Qinghe Village is willing to follow you with our lives, without any second thoughts!"

Behind them, ordinary people knelt down and kowtowed, their shouts filled with gratitude, awe, and the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

They knew they had clung to a towering tree that could shelter them from the wind and rain and protect them from being slaughtered again.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and a wisp of gentle spiritual energy helped everyone up. The strength was just right, and they felt extremely soothed by the warm current.

"No need for formalities. Pack your things and we'll leave in half an hour. This place still has lingering demonic energy; it's not a place to stay for long. I'll take you to a safe place."

He walked slowly to the stone mill in the center of the village, stood with his hands behind his back, and spread his divine sense over thousands of miles, reflecting the landscape of the northern border, the direction of spiritual energy, and the hidden demonic energy in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Black Fiend Sect is located in the Black Fiend Abyss, 800 miles west of Qinghe Village. Its sect leader, Mo Xuan, is at the peak of the initial stage, and there are three elders at the mid-stage of the initial stage and dozens of core disciples. In his eyes, their strength is nothing more than chickens and dogs.

What made him even more alarmed was that the laws of this land had been deliberately altered, and the spiritual roots of mortals had been eroded by demonic energy, turning them into soul sacrifices for the demonic sect for generations. This was by no means a natural occurrence, but rather the work of evil magic.

"The water in the upper realm is indeed very murky."

Ying Zheng rubbed his fingertips together, the imperial mark between his brows gleaming with a pale golden light, a cold glint in his eyes, "You're nothing but a clown, daring to try your hand at unorthodox methods in front of me."

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The mortals quickly packed up their coarse food, clothes, and children's dolls. Although they were still in shock, they were not in despair. Their eyes were fixed on Ying Zheng's figure in black robes, which was their only faith at this moment.

Ahe carried her infant sister at the front. The baby girl stared at Ying Zheng with wide, innocent eyes, waving her little hands without a trace of fear.

"My lord, we've all packed up." Ahe bowed respectfully.

Ying Zheng nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a wisp of imperial aura transformed into a huge light screen, enveloping all mortals within it.

The light barrier was warm and sturdy, blocking out strong winds and resisting demonic energy. Even children and the elderly felt light on their feet, as if walking on flat ground.

"Keep up with me, don't fall behind." His figure soared into the air, his black robes fluttering, and though there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, he walked on air, covering a hundred miles in a single step, fast and steady.

Within the light screen, mortals felt the scenery receding, the wind howling but without a chill, and looking down, they saw the mountains and rivers unfolding like a scroll painting, their hearts filled with an unprecedented awe.

This is the supreme power of shrinking the earth to an inch, a skill akin to that of a god.