Chapter 229: Movement Of Devil Sects
Despite the decadence of his nights, Wang Li was not blind to the growing tensions around him. The devil sects had been quiet for too long, and whispers of their secret plans had begun to reach his ears. There were rumors of alliances being formed in the shadows, of powerful cultivators gathering to challenge the balance of power in the realm. Wang Li knew that it was only a matter of time before they made their move.
But even with this knowledge, he remained calm. After all, he had his own plans in place. The women he had seduced, the power he had gained through his cultivation, the influence he wielded over the sects—all of it was part of a greater strategy. The devil sects might have their plots, but Wang Li was always two steps ahead.
For now, though, he would continue to enjoy the pleasures of his life. His women loved him, adored him, and each night spent with them only made him stronger. He knew that when the time came to face the devil sects, he would be ready.
But until then, there was no harm in indulging a little longer.
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As the days passed, the devil sects began to move more openly. Small skirmishes broke out along the borders of Wang Li’s territory, and spies were discovered within his ranks. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing day, but still, Wang Li remained composed. He knew that the devil sects would not strike until they were fully prepared, and when they did, he would crush them with the full might of his sect.
The quiet before the storm did not last long. As tensions brewed across the world, the devil sects began to move, launching their attacks with precision and ruthless efficiency. Their plans, long in the making, unfolded with a dark elegance that took even the most vigilant righteous sects and cultivation families by surprise.
The assaults came in waves—small at first, probing the defenses of their enemies, testing the waters. The devil sects targeted vulnerable strongholds, carefully avoiding the major sects at first, allowing their adversaries to grow complacent. It was a strategy that confused many of the righteous sects, who believed their enemies were weaker than anticipated.
But the truth was far more sinister.
In the shadows, hidden from the eyes of all but a select few, a mysterious demon had been guiding the devil sects. This demon was no ordinary creature. With a bloodline that coursed with ancient, malevolent power, it stood at the Void Ascension Realm—a realm of cultivation that surpassed even the most powerful leaders of the devil sects, who had barely reached the Soul Integration Realm. Its presence alone sent shivers through the leaders it commanded, each of them knowing full well that this demon could destroy them with little more than a flick of its wrist.
In the depths of a hidden cave, the leaders of the devil sects had gathered. The air was thick with tension, a mixture of fear and awe as they awaited the appearance of their mysterious benefactor. They whispered among themselves, their voices hushed as if even speaking the demon’s name too loudly might bring about its wrath.
Suddenly, the cave grew colder, and the shadows deepened unnaturally. A figure emerged from the darkness, its form tall and imposing. The demon’s skin was a dark, shimmering crimson, its eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. Black tendrils of demonic energy swirled around its body, pulsing with power that was palpable in the air.
“Ah, my loyal disciples,” the demon said, its voice smooth and commanding. “I trust you are ready to carry out the next phase of our plan.”
The leaders of the devil sects knelt before the demon, their eyes cast downward in reverence and fear. One of them, an older man with a long, jagged scar across his face, spoke up cautiously. “We are, great one. But… the righteous sects remain strong. Even with our attacks, they continue to resist.”
The demon’s lips curled into a smile, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Of course they resist. They are desperate, clinging to their illusion of strength. But do not fear. Everything is proceeding as planned.”
Another leader, a woman whose aura radiated with dark energy, stepped forward. “What is the next step, great one? How do we proceed?”
The demon chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “It is time to strike at their hearts. Their sects are built on alliances, trust, and faith. But what happens when that faith crumbles? When trust is shattered?”
The leaders exchanged glances, intrigued but unsure of what the demon was suggesting.
“You will spread rumors,” the demon continued, “rumors of betrayal, of corruption within the righteous sects. Plant the seeds of doubt in their hearts. Let them turn against one another, let them question their leaders and their allies. When they are divided, that is when we strike.”
The older man with the scar frowned slightly. “But rumors alone won’t be enough. They will investigate, they will find the truth.”
The demon’s eyes flashed with amusement. “Oh, I assure you, the truth will be much harder to find than they anticipate. I have already placed agents within their ranks—cultivators loyal to me who will feed them false information, create chaos from within. When the time comes, they will no longer know who to trust.”
The leaders nodded, understanding dawning on their faces. It was a brilliant plan. By undermining the unity of the righteous sects, they could weaken them without ever having to face their full strength head-on.
“But what of the more powerful sects?” the woman asked. “The Holy Devil Dragon Sect, the Silver Moon Palace, the Heavenly Sword Sect—they are too strong to be brought down by mere rumors.”
The demon’s smile widened. “Leave the Holy Devil Dragon Sect to me. Wang Li thinks he is untouchable, that his power is unrivaled. But even he has weaknesses, vulnerabilities that can be exploited.”
There was a murmur of uncertainty among the leaders. Wang Li’s reputation was well-known, and many of them had felt the sting of his power firsthand. But the demon’s confidence was unwavering.
“As for the Silver Moon Palace and the Heavenly Sword Sect,” the demon continued, “we will isolate them. They rely on their allies, but if those allies begin to fall, they will be forced to defend themselves on all fronts. Even the strongest sect cannot stand alone forever.”
The leaders of the devil sects bowed their heads once more, fully convinced of their benefactor’s plan. With this mysterious demon guiding them, they believed victory was within their grasp.
“We will do as you command, great one,” the older man said, his voice filled with newfound determination. “The righteous sects will fall.”
The demon inclined its head, satisfied. “Good. Go now, and spread chaos in my name.”
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Across the land, the devil sects began to enact the demon’s plan. Rumors spread like wildfire—whispers of betrayals, secret alliances, and corrupt dealings within the righteous sects. In one sect, a rumor circulated that the elders were siphoning resources for their own personal gain. In another, it was whispered that the sect leader had made a pact with a demonic entity in exchange for power.
The effect was immediate. Sect members began to grow suspicious of one another, tensions rose, and alliances that had once been strong began to crumble. Even the most righteous cultivators found themselves questioning their comrades, wondering if the rumors could be true.
At the same time, the demon’s agents within the sects sowed even more discord. They planted evidence to support the rumors, manipulated events to create misunderstandings, and turned friends against each other. The righteous sects found themselves divided, their strength weakened by the very mistrust that had been engineered against them.
The plan was working perfectly. Within weeks, several smaller sects had collapsed entirely, their members scattered and their resources claimed by the devil sects. The larger sects, while still standing, were struggling to maintain control as infighting and paranoia spread like a disease through their ranks.
And all the while, the devil sects grew bolder. With the righteous sects distracted by their internal struggles, the devil sects launched targeted attacks, striking at key locations and claiming valuable resources. It was a slow but methodical approach, one that allowed them to build their power without risking a full-scale confrontation.
Wang Li, of course, was not blind to these developments. He watched as the world around him descended into chaos, his mind always working, always calculating his next move. The Holy Devil Dragon Sect had remained largely unaffected by the rumors, thanks in part to Wang Li’s tight control over his sect. But even he could not ignore the growing threat posed by the devil sects.
Still, Wang Li did not act immediately. He knew that the time was not yet right. The devil sects were growing stronger, but so was he. Each night spent with his lovers, each moment of pleasure, only served to increase his power. His Yin-Yang Cultivation Ability had allowed him to surpass his previous limits, and now he stood on the cusp of even greater strength.
But Wang Li was patient. He knew that the time would come when he would have to face the devil sects head-on. And when that time came, he would be ready. He would crush them, just as he had crushed all who had opposed him before.
For now, though, Wang Li allowed himself to indulge a little longer. His women loved him dearly, and he loved the power they gave him. As long as they were by his side, he knew that nothing could stand in his way.
But in the back of his mind, he could feel the tension rising. The devil sects were growing bolder by the day, and the time for confrontation was drawing near.
