upon their village, killing everyone – his parents, siblings, friends, and neighbors. The entire village turned into a hellish slaughterhouse. Only Heiti managed to escape the carnage, becoming an or...The wind and sand swept across the battlefield.
The roars on the battlefield vanished, and a crowd of cultivators and demon cultivators stared blankly at the sky, their faces full of shock.
Endless, boundless dark clouds swept in from the southeast, turning day into night. The golden light within the clouds captivated all eyes.
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A figure resembling a dragon, bathed in golden light, appeared and soared through the clouds. As soon as the cultivators saw the golden glow, the sky above the battlefield was filled with billowing golden clouds.
'Boom!'
Whether demon cultivators or mortal cultivators, at this moment they all felt a shocking aura, crashing down.
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Those with weaker cultivation were struck by the terrifying pressure, their hearts pounding violently. In the end, they were overwhelmed, their minds shaken to their core, and blood spurted from their mouths.
Those who had already formed battle formations, stood together to resist, barely holding their composure, but their faces were pale and their eyes showed deep fear.
This place is no stranger to soldiers who have been stationed in the underworld year-round. They've seen countless battles and witnessed firsthand the terrifying power unleashed when great immortals clashed with demon kings, but this aura dwarves them all, the two are simply incomparable.
"Could it be..."
"Great Sage"
The Taoist battle formation was in disarray, and what was in disarray was the hearts of the people.
The Daoist sect and the Ghost Kingdom were constantly at war, their armies clashing in the Huangquan River, a battle that raged year after year. The most powerful combatants involved were Grand Immortals and Demon Kings.
I have only heard the names of the True Monarch and the Great Sage, but I have never seen them in person.
All cultivators knew in their hearts that once the true immortals and great saints took action, the situation would be beyond salvage, and Mount Kunlun could be overturned in a single thought.
Even without seeing the true form of the great sage, the battlefield was already in disarray. However, that aura wasn't directed at them.
In an instant, dark clouds engulfed the Zhi Tan platform. The colorful auspicious clouds above the Zhi Tan were shrouded by darkness, and their radiance dimmed.
'Whoosh!'
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Through the gloom, a ray of golden light suddenly shot downwards.
Ishikawa.
There is a mountain inside the governing platform.
This mountain is the highest peak of Bai Shi, but it is hidden by the Zhitan Grand Formation, so ordinary people cannot see it.
Unlike other places, this mountain has no golden palace. It is exceptionally beautiful and serene, with a natural landscape.
There are patches of purple bamboo forests on the mountaintop. Several bamboo halls have been built in the forest using purple bamboo, with closed doors and no one around.
As the drums began to beat, the door suddenly swung open.
"Creak!"
No one came out of the room.
An incense burner burned fragrant sandalwood within the room. A solitary figure sat cross-legged upon a meditation cushion, clad in moon-white Taoist robes. Her aura was palpable yet elusive, and while her face remained uncovered, it held an uncanny air of mistiness.
Most people wouldn't find her particularly beautiful, nor would they consider her ugly. They'd simply forget what she looked like the moment they turned away.
She closed her eyes and was meditating.
The drums sound like they're right next to you.
The eyelid only trembled slightly, and his expression remained unchanged.
A mournful sigh echoed within the bamboo hall, followed by a streak of red light shooting out from the door and disappearing into the heavens. Its target was directly at the position of Mount Jizhi's altar.
It was simply a brass bell, no bigger than a thumb, with a red ribbon tied around it.
The speed of the bell was no less than that of the Great Sage, instantly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers. But its momentum was much smaller, and when people saw it, they would only think it was a special meteor.
Zhong Maoji.
The layout of this healing altar is quite different from Bai Shi's. Eight smaller formations are connected around the perimeter, forming a large formation together. These formations serve as the residences of various officials from the Tianshu Courtyard, guarding an average-sized mountain peak in the center.
On the mountaintop stood magnificent golden palaces, gleaming with splendor.
Located in the highest and most magnificent hall, a golden bell hangs on one side of the temple door.
At this moment, the golden bell rang on its own, and the sound reverberated only within this golden hall.
On top of the golden hall, spiritual energy converged. Where they intersected, a phantom appeared, vaguely resembling an austere Taoist priest.
The Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, gazing northwards. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he glanced in the direction of Shi Bai Zhi. He raised his right index finger and pointed it towards the altar where Gu Shan Zhi was seated, from afar.
The Taoist's figure gradually faded, until it disappeared, always maintaining this posture unchanged.
Jinxia descended from the heavens.
A blinding golden light, it turned out to be a section of dragon tail, shimmering with gold scales, whipping down from the heavens.
All the cultivators outside the platform could clearly see that half of the dragon's body.
"Whoosh!"
The dragon's tail pierced into the auspicious clouds like a sharp arrow, right above the "Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram"
Suddenly, the auspicious clouds exploded with a deafening roar. The earth trembled, and even the cultivators and demon cultivators flying in the sky felt unsteady, all staring in astonishment.
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Above the platform, a section of dragon's body pierced through heaven and earth, its head unseen, its size unknown.
"Retreat!"
When the cultivators of the Dao were at a loss, the demon cultivators received orders to retreat.
The Demon King's movements were the fastest, and at this point in time, everything was developing according to the Great Sage's plan.
Their mission was complete. It had all been a bluff, a pretense to convince Dao Ting that the Divine Court had emerged.
The twenty-four day prison maps are no longer needed, and they don't have the capacity to participate.
Out of bounds.
The demonic cultivators retreated like a surging tide.
The Daoist was like waking from a dream, facing this situation for the first time. He was caught between two choices, unsure what to do. Then, a red light flew in from the west.
"Jingle..."
Amongst the scarlet light, bronze bells gently sway, emitting a crisp, clear chime.
The bell’s chime was not harsh, but it could be heard by all the cultivators both inside and outside the altar. The ringing carried a sense of peaceful power; those who heard it felt their chaotic minds calm considerably.
Red light shot towards the altar, and a figure appeared in mid-air above it, its robes fluttering in the wind. The bronze bells suddenly shook violently.
Circles of visible ripples spread from the bell's mouth, yellow sound waves appearing, as if the void itself was distorting.
The dragon's shadow shrouded itself in the storm clouds.
Just then, the ever-present screech came from the depths of the Abyssal Plain, drawing closer.
On the battlefield, many cultivators and demon cultivators covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain. The piercing cries even drowned out the sound of the bells, stabbing at their very souls.
This world has become even darker.
Sharp eyes detected the anomaly. Raising their heads, they pointed towards the back of the altar, trembling as they asked, "What is that"
Those nearby followed the sound and stared blankly.
Under the gloomy sky, some special patterns appeared out of thin air, like layers of fine water waves stacked on top of each other, radiating a black sheen.
“This… is this perhaps Lingyu”
“It's wings!”
"One wing! Only one!"
Gasps of surprise echoed throughout the room.
At last, they saw clearly that the sky there was obscured by the wings of a ferocious beast.
A fierce beast is also a monster, according to common sense, besides some strange existences, it should have at least a pair of wings.
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You couldn't even see one wing from where they stood, let alone the edge. You certainly couldn't see another.
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Suddenly, the sky crashed down!
Looking towards there, the cultivators' breaths involuntarily stagnated, an endless sense of oppression surged into their hearts.
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It's not that the sky is falling, but rather that a wing flapped once. It seems very slow at first glance.
"Whew!"
A sudden gust of wind.
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The beat of its wings was no less imposing than the lash of a dragon's tail. Black feathers rustled, and a whirlwind of darkness swirled beneath them.
In the blink of an eye, the whirlwind transformed into a hurricane, with wings that blotted out the sun, engulfing the brass bells and the sound waves.
Rina's voice suddenly became much softer.
Meanwhile.
To the northwest, a deafening roar shook the very heavens.
In the east, dark clouds gathered ominously. To the north, black feathers obscured the sky. The western heavens were dominated by flashes of gray lightning.
Numerous flashes of lightning seemed chaotic, but their target was very clear, heading straight for the platform where the ceremony was held.
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Boom!
The first bolt of gray lightning, also the thickest, struck the void to the west of the altar with a resounding crack.
At this very moment, stars shower down from the heavens here.
Although it was not night, countless stars appeared in the sky.
If elsewhere, starlight might be incredibly brilliant, now it seems unusually dim.
However, the Milky Way in space is still clearly visible.
In the galaxy, stars shone brightly, shooting out a ray of starlight. Following that, the surrounding stars flickered one after another.
A trail of starlight descended from the heavens, illuminating this battlefield, and converging at the point where the first star touched down.
At this very moment, thousands of stars illuminate this place alone.
The starlight fused, transforming into a warm jade color, and immediately truly condensed into a jade talisman.
The jade talisman is no more than three inches long, small and exquisite, it can be said to be the most transparent gem in the world.
On the jade talisman's surface, faint starlight flickered, indistinct because the runes were constantly changing, as if they contained all the stars in the heavens.
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The jade talisman trembled, about to shoot towards the altar, when a gray thunderbolt suddenly appeared.
'Boom boom boom!'
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The jade talisman instantly turned into a gray thunder domain.
Although the jade talisman was impossible to destroy easily, it seemed to have fallen into a giant thunder net.
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The Ming Yao drum couldn't control the ferocious beasts it attracted, but could barely use their instincts to secretly guide them, as if driving them. But that was all it could do, and for only a short time.
However, in the Great Saint of the Demon Clan's plan, this amount of time is already enough!
'Boom!'
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The dragon's tail pierces the auspicious clouds.
From the sky, a deep hole appeared at the center of the auspicious cloud. The dragon's tail had already pierced through several layers of illusions.
The interior was dazzling with gold light, within which there were other colored glimmers and countless strange fragments, converging into a storm of terrifying destructive power capable of tearing everything around it to shreds.
The Great Sage forcibly broke into the Altar of Convocation, and as his dragon tail swept, it immediately caused chaos in the illusionary scenery of the altar.
The dragon's tail is located at the center of the storm.
Chaos meant that the ancient divine abilities were gradually being awakened. Even a powerful Saint wouldn't dare to linger on the altar for too long.
The golden scales shimmered incessantly, like a plumb bob dropping into the depths of the sea. Unfazed by anything, it pierced straight into the governing council chamber.
The arena shook violently.
With the storm as its center, chaotic ripples mixed with golden flares erupted and spread throughout the entire tribunal.
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Everyone in the court felt this terrifying wave.
Qin Sang and Zuo Zhenren hadn't recovered from the roar of the two ferocious beasts when they were shocked by the next scene.
Though the storm in the depths of the court hadn't reached them yet, they already felt its weight.
And as the visions above were gradually invaded by the storm, they caught glimpses through the chaos, enough to be breathtaking!
'Boom!'
'Boom!'
'Boom!'
The dragon's tail is unstoppable, piercing through layers of illusions.
At this moment, the old Taoist priest guessed the true intentions of the ghost from Guo. He acted decisively and flung his whisk upwards with all his might.
Dust motes danced crazily, pierced by the dark yellow qi from above.
'Whew! Whew!'
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The Xuanhuang Qi rolled back, madly gathering toward the Tianyu in the center.
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"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
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When opening the Heavenly Prison, preparation beforehand is key. The casting spell goes quickly, but retrieving it is not so simple.
The old Taoist priest had already sensed the terrifying pressure above him, his eyes bulging, and the knuckles of his hand clutching his whisk cracking.
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As the Xuanhuang Qi contracted, the outline of the remnant picture gradually recovered.
Just then, the Xuanhuang Qi suddenly solidified, as if restrained by a force.
The old Taoist only felt that his connection to the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram became extremely weak, and he was about to lose control of the diagram. He was immediately shocked and horrified.
He waved his sleeve, dozens of talismans shot out from his cuff, *bang bang bang* constantly, the talisman's power was activated, shooting towards the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram.
He still wanted to struggle, and fight the Demon Saint for the twenty-four heavens hell map. He wouldn't bear to lose this treasure in his hands.
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At the crucial moment, he even considered risking his life to seize the Myriad Demon Drum.
However, the true person of Quan and others had already seen through the situation.
They were once at their peak and dared not confront the Great Sage. Now, they have self-mutilated their cultivation, fallen to the realm of Donghuan. Even a slight ripple from them could send them to an untimely demise.
This is no longer a matter of sacrificing one's life for righteousness.
Even if everyone present were to give their lives, they would still be unable to stop the Great Saint of the Demon Clan from seizing the remaining fragment.
Even if the old Taoist put away the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram, he couldn't escape far, still a dead end.
We can only hope that the True Lord will be able to intervene in time and drive back the Great Saint of the Demon Clan.
"It's the Great Sage himself! He is invincible! Run quickly!"
The venerable Master Quan was suddenly taken ill.
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The three great immortals exerted all their strength to activate the talisman array, shifting its direction. They disregarded everything else and, leading the battle formation, hastily retreated outward.
The old Taoist finally regained consciousness. Looking at the faded picture, his expression was complex. He sighed deeply and reluctantly put away his whisk.
The old Taoist was the core of the battlefield, he made up his mind, and everyone's speed increased greatly.
As soon as they stepped out, a blinding golden light struck them. Looking up, they saw a large golden hole appearing above.
A section of dragon tail pierced through the illusion.
The White-Clad Demon King and the other demons had gathered early, bringing their sounding drums. All the demon cultivators looked at the dragon's tail with feverish excitement.
"Whoosh!"
The dragon's tail suddenly lashed out, sending a golden light streaking through the air.
The Xuanhuang Qi was scattered on the spot, turning back into a small remnant picture, which was caught by the golden light.
The dragon's tail whipped up the remnants of the picture and the crowd of demons, ignoring the frightened cultivators of the Daoist sect, then suddenly retracted.
Although the Great Sage of the Demon Tribe was too lazy to even glance at them, that golden light still left the Daoist cultivators in a miserable state.
They fled desperately outwards, but ultimately couldn't escape the aftereffects of the golden light. Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into them, causing them to spray blood and disintegrate like flowers scattering in the wind.
Even with the combined might of four great Immortals, they could only barely protect the other Daoist Immortals. Their ranks suffered heavy casualties nonetheless.
The dragon's tail retracted, but the golden hole did not disappear. The storm in the altar was growing increasingly fierce.
Unlike previous golden light outbursts, the demonic saint's true power shook the foundation of the ruling platform, shattering the balance maintained for many years.
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From the beginning of the vision pierced by a dragon's tail, the power of ancient divine arts fueled the storm, constantly expanding. More visions were affected, their foundations shaken, triggering even greater chaos.
Calm is no more!
“Not good!”
Left Realman returned to his senses from his daze, and gasped in astonishment.
Though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could judge the situation through various signs.
The old Daoist and the others were now in the center of the chaos. If they couldn't escape in time, they would be in grave danger.
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"Whoosh!"
Even Zuo Zhenren didn't have time to greet Qin Sang, and hurried forward to meet him.
Qin Sang did not follow Zuo Zhenren away. He just stared into the depths of the altar, his face ashen. to translate!The moment he spurred the ebony sword into Yuanshen, he promptly fainted.After an unknown amount of time, Qin Sang woke up. He lay on the ground like a corpse, unmoving. His eyes, hazy a...