Chapter 111: The Velmorian Sect’s Background, Directly Attacking the Albigensians Sect

Aftermath in Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture

As Arius departed, countless wandering cultivators and sect members who had gathered in Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture also chose to leave.

The Eight Great Clans and Albigensians Sect cultivators had no time to worry about the loss of the Floating Dream Pavilion.

Because they all knew—

This wasn’t over.

The demonic sects had dared to launch an open attack on Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture.

Even though their first attempt had failed, it was only a matter of time before they returned—

And next time, it wouldn’t just be a single Level 3 cultivator.

The righteous sects—even Albigensians Sect—had no way to resist the rising tide of evil.

Without a Level 5 cultivator of their own, Albigensians Sect could only rely on their grand sect formation and defensive treasures to stall an early-stage Level 5 opponent.

But if a late-stage Level 5 cultivator attacked—

Their sect would be powerless to resist.

And the Velmorian Sect, one of the dominant demonic sects, had multiple late-stage Level 5 cultivators on record.

A storm was brewing over Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture—

And the Eight Great Clans and Albigensians Sect cultivators could all feel it.

Beyond Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture, at the very edge of the Murrican King’s dominion,

A vast, hundred-meter-long immortal warship hovered in the air—

Flying the banner of the “Murrican King’s Palace.”

Inside the ship’s grand palace hall—

CRACK.

A blood-robed figure, seated in the center of the chamber, suddenly opened his eyes.

His deathly pale hand crushed the porcelain teacup in his grasp.

His voice, cold and emotionless, muttered—

“Dark One has fallen?”

“Her cultivation had already reached near-Peak Level 3.”

“Even if she had been surrounded by all of Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture’s cultivators, she should’ve been able to retreat unharmed…”

“Could it be… something unexpected happened?”

This blood-robed man was none other than a high-ranking elder of the Velmorian Sect—one of the foremost demonic sects of the Aragon Kingdom.

And the “Dark One” he mentioned—

Was none other than the demonic old hag that had been slain by the golden-robed Level 5 Daoist.

Doubt and Realization

Across from him, a hunched old man, gripping a black staff coiled with a sinister serpent, frowned in disbelief.

“Master, you’re saying that the Dark One is dead?”

“Could there be a mistake?”

His voice carried hesitation—even denial.

Dark One had been one of the most fearsome Level 3 cultivators within the demonic sects.

She had reached near-Peak Level 3 Realm—

And had never once suffered defeat.

She was a walking catastrophe, capable of slaughtering entire cities.

Even in the midst of the Aragon Kingdom’s Eight Kings War, where millions had perished,

Not a single Level 3 cultivator had died in the conflict.

Yet now—

A single raid into Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture, and one of their most powerful elders had been slain?

Unbelievable.

“Are you certain, Master?”

The Blood-Robed Man’s Calm Revelation

Rather than getting angry at the old man’s doubt,

The blood-robed man spoke patiently, yet firmly—

“Dark One’s soul was bound to my will.”

“I can sense when she is injured… and when she perishes.”

His voice remained calm, but his gaze was ice-cold.

“She is dead. There is no mistake.”

“For someone to kill her…”

“It means they either possess Level 5 strength…”

“Or they used a Level 5-tier treasure.”

A Change in Plans—The Fall of Albigensians Sect

The blood-robed man’s expression darkened slightly.

He had spent centuries training Dark One, carefully nurturing her strength.

To him, she was merely a pawn—a piece on the board.

But even so, when a piece is sacrificed, a true master of the game must respond.

After a moment of silence, he spoke—

“Very well.”

“Albigensians Sect must be eradicated.”

“We march for Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture immediately.”

The hunched old man froze.

His expression flickered between shock and understanding.

This wasn’t just about revenge.

The Velmorian Sect and Murrican King’s Palace had been planning this move for months.

But now—

The death of the Dark One had simply accelerated the inevitable.

If Albigensians Sect was destroyed…

Nothing in Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture would be able to stop the Murrican King’s forces.

For the first time since the Eight Kings War began,

The Murrican King’s faction would begin its true expansion.

“Prepare the fleet.”

The blood-robed man’s voice was calm.

But within his serpentine pupils, there burned a raging storm of darkness.

Albigensians Sect’s time had run out.

The Shadow of War Looms Over Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture

Before receiving support from the Velmorian Sect, the Murrican King’s forces had been steadily losing ground.

The blood-robed elder sighed as he gazed out from his floating warship, murmuring—

“Hopefully, Albigensians Sect has some sense.”

If they were willing to submit, to serve under the Murrican King,

Then he would allow them to live.

But if they were stubborn, refusing to surrender—

Then their sect would be erased from history.

“What is a sect without a Level 5 cultivator to protect it?”

His voice was filled with absolute confidence.

After all—

His own cultivation was at the late Level 5 stage, far surpassing any opposition in Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture.

And he was not alone.

For this campaign, he had brought—

Seven Level 3 powerhouses.
Nearly a hundred Level 2 cultivators.

Such a force could sweep through most of the Aragon Kingdom’s sects with ease.

After all—

Not every prefecture in the Aragon Kingdom even had a Level 5 cultivator.

Some regions were so resource-starved, they didn’t even have Level 3 experts.

This was why the Velmorian Sect could invade with impunity.

And this was why the Albigensians Sect stood no chance.

Meanwhile, Back in De Molinos Clan Territory…

While plots of conquest unfolded in the shadows, Arius remained completely unaware.

By the time he returned home, he had only one goal—

Seclusion.

The moment he set foot in Eternal Peace City, he headed straight for his clan’s closed cultivation chamber.

“No distractions. No delays.”

His trip to Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture had been filled with unexpected dangers—

But the rewards had been incredible.

It wasn’t just about the deals he had struck, the items he had acquired.

It was also about the treasures he had looted—

When the Floating Dream Pavilion collapsed, Arius had taken full advantage of the chaos.

And now—

He had enough resources to rush toward the late-stage of Level 1 without difficulty.

But—

Arius didn’t rush.

He understood one thing very clearly—

•  Advancing in the Level 1 Realm was useful… But it was not a game-changer.

Only when he reached Level 2 would he undergo a true transformation.

Breaking through to Level 2 was no simple feat.

Even with abundant resources, even if he ignored his foundation,

It would still take decades of effort.

And the Aragon Kingdom’s war was already escalating.

The demonic sects were spreading their influence.

More Level 5 threats were appearing with each passing day.

No amount of personal cultivation would be enough to prepare for what was coming.

Arius needed to change his strategy.

New Priorities—Alchemy & Insect Mastery

• Alchemy

Becoming an alchemist wasn’t just about wealth.

With alchemy, he could—

Utilize the Appraising Immortal Mirror to mass-produce valuable pills.
Control his own supply of rare medicines and breakthroughs.
Make De Molinos Clan indispensable to major factions.

• Poison Insect Cultivation

Meanwhile, raising and mastering spiritual and venomous insects would—

Grant De Molinos Clan hidden assassination methods.
Give him a direct means of controlling subordinates.
Ensure his personal safety in an era of chaos.

At the moment, Arius had no plans to expand his clan’s territory in the Aragon Kingdom.

The early stages of war were the most dangerous.

The more he kept his head down, the less likely he was to attract attention.

But later…

When the Aragon Kingdom was drowning in chaos,

That was when the De Molinos Clan would rise.

Arius’s True Ambition

His goal was not to dominate a single city.

Not just one prefecture.

Not even just one kingdom.

One day—

The entire Aragon Kingdom’s cultivation resources would belong to De Molinos Clan.

Because only by controlling an entire kingdom’s spiritual wealth

Could he even begin to supply his future growth.

Because once he reached Level 5 Realm—

The cost of cultivation would skyrocket beyond belief.

This was why righteous and demonic factions waged war.
This was why powerful sects constantly fought for resources.
Because the road to immortality required more than just talent—

It required an empire.