229: Chapter 229 The Corpse Father

The mysterious figure gradually became clear within the Devilish Qi.

Xuan Yin saw clearly; in front of him was a hunched old man.

The old man held a lantern glowing with a faint purple light, standing right before him.

Xuan Yin's face was filled with shock as he trembled and spoke: "Father!"

As a demonic Cultivator, Xuan Yin had always treated others as worthless; the only person who could move him was his father, Xuan Ye.

As the old sect leader of the Xuanyou Sect, he had accidentally ended up in the Minghai Realm and never returned. Now, after more than three hundred years, seeing him again made Xuan Yin feel dazed.

But in an instant, he quickly used his spiritual power, and a Dragon-Head Staff appeared in his hand, pointing it at the old man and attacking directly.

A huge dragon head instantly surged on the Dragon-Head Staff, opening its bloody mouth to attack the old man fiercely.

The old man didn't move. The attack of the dozens-of-feet-long Flood Dragon in the air seemed to be blocked by some invisible force, unable to advance or retreat an inch; instead, it was ground into powder and shattered.

The Magical Artifact was severely damaged, and Xuan Yin immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Ku Mu rushed forward: "Lord Sect Leader!"

Xuan Yin gestured for him to step back, his eyes cold as he looked at the old man.

The old man's eyes were hollow, his body emaciated. Even though he had lost his spirit and was a walking corpse, his strength was unfathomable.

This also surprised Ye Jing, who was hiding in the shadows. This mummified body emitted an extremely powerful force, its strength even far exceeding Xuan Yin's.

Could that Corpse Person have the cultivation of the Golden Core Stage?

Xuan Yin was not afraid. He spoke loudly to the Corpse Person: "Father! Your son has not failed your trust. After planning for three hundred years, I have finally arrived here. I didn't expect you would be the one to meet me. Very well, let us father and son have a good contest!"

After speaking, he gave a loud cry and shook the Magical Artifact in his hand. Instantly, a monster with a human body and a dragon head appeared, turning into bursts of black smoke and attacking the Corpse Person fiercely.

The dragon-man was still making the sound of an infant crying. The cry was sharp and piercing, like poisoned icicles stabbing straight into the depths of everyone's Divine Soul, making the surrounding Foundation Establishment demonic Cultivators very uncomfortable.

The faces of several Foundation Establishment demonic Cultivators turned pale instantly. They covered their ears tightly with their hands, but blood still seeped through their fingers.

Demonic Cultivators with weaker cultivation had already collapsed on the ground, twitching uncontrollably, unable even to circulate their spiritual power for protection.

Ku Mu gritted his teeth, his Devilish Qi surging to barely defend against the infant cry and steady himself, his eyes fixed on the human-bodied, dragon-headed monster.

This was the sect leader's Life-Bound Corpse Puppet, refined over a hundred years with his own essence blood. It was usually a trump card, but now it was being used against his own father.

It was clear that the sect leader was going all out for a life-and-death struggle.

Black smoke rolled and surged. The dragon-headed monster, shimmering with dark green Devilish Qi, pounced toward Xuan Ye.

But the hunched old man remained motionless. There was no ripple in his hollow eye sockets. Only the Purple Lantern in his hand swayed slightly, and as the halo flowed, an extremely cold Death Qi suddenly spread out.

Wherever the Death Qi passed, the black smoke quickly solidified. The dragon-headed monster bared its claws and charged forward. The old man continued to wave the lantern, and ghosts surged around him.

Several ghosts obeyed the old man and charged forward, appearing incredibly formidable.

Xuan Yin was not afraid. While attacking, he shouted: "Father! Wake up, it's me! Xuan Yin!"

He roared, his voice filled with pain: "Who turned you into this? Was it the Demon God of the Minghai Realm, or is there another master manipulator?"

The old man gave no response. His hollow eye sockets slowly turned toward Xuan Yin, and the purple light from the lantern in his hand exploded. A powerful pressure crashed down like a mountain, slamming heavily onto Xuan Yin.

Xuan Yin's legs buckled, and his knees slammed into the ground, blood and flesh splattering instantly.

His kneecaps were shattered. His Devilish Qi was crushed by the pressure, and fine blood streaks appeared on the surface of his skin.

Ye Jing, in the shadows, held his breath. He saw that Xuan Yin had no power to resist and could only be forced to endure it.

He thought: At this rate, perhaps Xuan Yin will die at the hands of this Corpse Person without him even having to act.

Xuan Yin stared fixedly at the secret chamber behind the old man, then at his father who was blocking him, and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

A fierce light flickered in his eyes. He gave a loud shout and rose from the ground by force. The staff in his hand erupted with several dragon heads, which coiled like snakes and struck at the old man's body.

When he used this move, Xuan Yin's robes were completely torn away, allowing Ye Jing to see that the skin on Xuan Yin's abdomen was transparent, revealing his internal organs and Golden Core.

Just as Ye Jing was feeling confused, Xuan Yin gave a loud shout, and the transparent skin on his abdomen suddenly twisted, forming a vortex.

The vortex was like an abyss churning in the deep sea, swallowing the spiritual power emitted by the old man. Even the emaciated flesh of the old man's body was slowly being peeled away.

This, this, this...

Ye Jing's eyes were truly opened. What kind of sinister method had Xuan Yin cultivated to be able to train his body into such a bizarre state?

"Father, I have cultivated the Three Yin Spirit Devouring Art you left behind to its limit. I will devour you and let you reach the Western Paradise early!"

Xuan Yin laughed wildly. His abdomen had turned into a vortex, and the black smoke and flesh were all about to enter his belly.

Even the surrounding demonic Cultivators were terrified when they saw this bizarre body.

Initially, Xuan Yin had used this move to devour countless amounts of flesh and blood from nations and Cultivators. Now that he was using it again, it was actually to devour his own father.

This scene, which subverted human ethics, made their scalps tingle with fear.

Xuan Yin's wild laughter pierced the deathly silence of the secret chamber. The vortex in his abdomen spun more and more fiercely. The pitch-black suction was like the abyss of the Minghai, and even the air was twisted into a shrill hiss.

The old man's shriveled skin peeled off inch by inch, revealing the dark brown withered bones beneath. The Purple Lantern in his hand vibrated violently.

"Hahaha, obediently be devoured by your son! Father, this is the technique you gave me, and it is also your best final resting place!"

Xuan Yin's face was distorted, his veins bulging. His Devilish Qi and the devouring vortex merged into one, making him look like an evil ghost crawling out of Hell.

Seeing that Xuan Yin actually had such a move, Ye Jing secretly cried out that things were bad. If Xuan Yin succeeded in devouring him and obtained some Legacy from that Demon God...

Then the Canggu Realm would never have peace, and even the Ye family might be completely wiped out in retaliation.

Ye Jing decided to act. He remembered that an Elder of the Chen family had told him that Xuan Yin San Ren cultivated the Three Yin Spirit Devouring Art, which was vulnerable to Yang energy.

And he happened to have the golden light bowl in his hand, the Snow Feather Eagle that could use lightning techniques, and the Dark Moon Demon Dog, Hei Feng, which specialized in attacking ghosts.

No more hesitation!

"Stop!" A clear shout suddenly came, carrying the sharp sound of Pure Yang Lightning Fire, forcefully tearing apart Xuan Yin's frenzied devouring vortex.

Ye Jing leapt out from the shadows, his hands forming Lightning Seals. Pale gold lightning arcs instantly wrapped around his body. The dazzling Pure Yang aura formed an extreme clash with the cold Devilish Qi and Death Qi in the secret chamber.

Golden light exploded from his palm, and the ancient golden light bowl was summoned into the air. The runes engraved on the bowl's body glowed with light, and a vast golden light spread out.

Wherever it passed, the cold Death Qi hissed, melting rapidly like snow meeting the bright sun. Even the pitch-black vortex in Xuan Yin's abdomen rippled, and its suction decreased sharply.

"Snow Feather Eagle, Thunder Roar Evil-Breaker! Hei Feng, Soul-Locking Yin-Devourer!"

As soon as Ye Jing finished speaking, two figures streaked through the air.

The pure white Snow Feather Eagle circled with flapping wings, its sharp eagle cry echoing through the secret chamber as azure lightning crackled between its feathers.

Pure Yang Lightning power was the natural nemesis of evil corpse puppets and Demonic Techniques.

The Dark Moon Demon Dog, Hei Feng, followed closely behind, surrounded by a dark but strong gale, its canine teeth gleaming with cold light.

It pounced directly at the ghosts summoned by the Purple Lantern, devouring them one by one. The ghosts shrieked and turned into flying ash, unable to get close to Xuan Ye at all.