232: Chapter 232 Greatly Increased Strength

The pressure emanating from this scroll was far too powerful.

It caused the subordinates who could only prostrate nearby to feel their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in terror, their already injured bodies trembling even more violently.

They were terrified of incurring the wrath of this Ancient Demon God and dying on the spot.

The water in the scroll continued to flow slowly. The Elderly Fisherman maintained his upward gaze, his turbid yet profound eyes in the painting falling upon Xuan Yin.

There was no trace of anger, only bone-chilling indifference, as if he were looking at an ant that overestimated its own strength.

"Ancestor?"

The Remnant of the Demon God let out a light chuckle. The sound seemed calm, yet it caused the entire palace to tremble slightly.

The Evil Qi on the stone walls surged frantically, transforming into hideous ghost claws that bared their fangs and brandished their claws in mid-air.

"You lot of the Evil Path, who have merely learned the surface level of my Cultivation Techniques, dare to call yourselves descendants? You are nothing but a group of rats who stole my Legacy!"

As the words fell, an even greater pressure crashed down. He couldn't even manage a scream; only broken, raspy sounds could be squeezed from his throat.

His internal organs felt as if they were being crushed by a massive force. The already restless Devilish Qi completely backfired, rampaging through his Meridians.

Xuan Yin felt both regret and fear. He regretted rashly touching the scroll and feared that the Remnant of the Demon God would wipe him out directly.

But he was unwilling to give up just like that. He hurriedly roared, "Senior, spare my life! This Junior knows his mistake! But the outside Cultivators are already approaching the palace. They covet Senior's supreme treasures. If I die, Senior's Legacy will surely fall into the hands of outsiders!"

These words indeed caused the Remnant of the Demon God to pause. The scroll trembled slightly, and the Evil Qi surging in the air receded a little.

He seemed to have thought of something and stopped attacking.

The Evil Qi surging in mid-air receded slightly.

The Elderly Fisherman slowly lowered his eyelids and lightly flicked the fishing rod in his hand. The water in the painting suddenly churned and actually spilled out of the scroll into the hall, transforming into waves of pitch-black ink that enveloped Xuan Yin.

The ink waves suddenly contracted, turning into an inky mark branded on Xuan Yin's brow. Immediately following that, a majestic power surged into his body.

It repaired his shattered bones and Meridians, and even refined his Devilish Qi by several degrees.

Xuan Yin felt his whole body lighten as his heavily injured form instantly recovered more than half. Just as he was about to offer his thanks, he was violently pushed out by an invisible force.

Like a kite with a broken string, he flew toward the palace entrance, crashing straight through the heavy palace doors.

At the same time, the Cultivators outside the palace noticed the commotion. They all turned their heads to look, their gazes locking onto the disheveled Xuan Yin, their killing intent instantly boiling over.

"It's that Devil Head Xuan Yin! He really was inside!"

"Kill him! Seize the palace Legacy! We must not let his Demonic Technique bring chaos to the world!"

The Cultivators who had been drawn by the talisman treasure were already frustrated at not finding a way in. Now that someone had come out, they quickly swarmed in for an attack.

In the shadows, Ye Jing narrowed his eyes. The Poisonous Variant Bees flying around him fluttered up and down anxiously.

This indicated that the spiritual energy fluctuations on Xuan Yin's body were very wrong.

The Disciples of the Ganglei Sect stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Devil Head, your end is near! Tell Xuan Yin to come out and meet his death!"

Xuan Yin let out a cold laugh, and his withered body instantly became ethereal, vanishing amidst the swirling mist.

Yun Jian suddenly felt his scalp go numb and hurriedly shouted, "Watch out! This person isn't right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Jian felt a cold wind at his neck. Just as the cold wind approached, a sword quickly moved horizontally to block the attack.

It was Ye Tianhao. With a cold expression, he exerted all his strength to slash his sword against an attack from the Void Realm.

At this moment, Lu Shaoyou also came to help. Together, they used their spiritual energy and put in a great deal of effort to deflect the attack.

Several Poisonous Variant Bees were flying over Ye Tianhao's shoulder. These were spirit insects that Ye Jing had specially left for him. Since spirit insects are extremely sensitive to spiritual energy fluctuations, this was the reason Ye Tianhao could react so quickly.

This attack was aimed entirely at them.

"This... this attack was actually silent?!" Before Yun Jian could even finish his exclamation, he heard bursts of startled cries and painful screams coming from the side.

For some reason, those Cultivators suddenly had their necks and heads sliced off by the wind. Amidst their screams, their drifting Primordial Spirits also vanished abruptly in an instant.

Everything happened too quickly, leaving others unable to defend themselves.

"What on earth is going on?"

"Did Xuan Yin make a move? Why are there no spiritual energy fluctuations at all?!"

Those people fell into a panic, crying out incessantly.

At that moment, a veiled Woman in Green stepped forward from the crowd. She manifested a red lotus and tossed it into the sky.

The red lotus immediately emitted a golden light, illuminating the mist with absolute clarity and revealing the figures hidden within.

The panicked crowd finally saw that what was attacking them were shadows of ghosts holding sharp blades. They had no physical forms and were simply surrounding them and hacking away.

The red lotus floated in mid-air, its petals appearing one by one. Its fragrance was sweet, instantly dispelling the surrounding stench.

The aura of this red lotus felt familiar to Ye Jing, and the Storage Pouch at his waist began to vibrate at that moment.

Could the red lotus held by this woman have some connection to his golden light bowl?

The woman's voice was elegant as she spoke, "Everyone, do not lose your composure."

Before her words had even faded, her jade-like fingers formed a seal, and the red lotus in mid-air suddenly burst with ten thousand rays of golden light.

The petals flew about, turning into a sky full of fire rain that accurately struck those flickering ghost shadows. When the Shadow Fiends were touched by the golden fire, they instantly let out ear-piercing shrieks and dissipated into billowing black smoke.

Even the bone-chilling coldness in the surroundings lessened slightly.

The panicked Cultivators finally steadied their minds. They all brought out their Magical Artifacts and activated their spiritual energy, following the red lotus fire rain to suppress the ghost shadows. The sounds of slaughter before the palace gates grew even louder.

Ye Jing stood in the shadows, his fingertips rubbing the constantly vibrating Storage Pouch at his waist, his gaze fixed intensely on the floating red lotus.

The humming of the golden light bowl grew more intense, its body faintly emitting a holy aura identical to that of the red lotus.

Ye Tianhao found the woman somewhat familiar and suddenly realized she was the Shuangyue Sect Disciple who had cut in line in front of him.

Seeing this, the black shadow that Xuan Yin had transformed into immediately let out a cold laugh. "I didn't expect you, a woman, to have the Magical Artifact of those baldies. But you will all die here soon!"

As soon as he spoke, several Puppets with dragon heads and human bodies flew out from Xuan Yin in the Void Realm. Each Puppet carried a terrifying sense of pressure.

This was precisely the power the devil god had given Xuan Yin, allowing him to recover to his peak at the Golden Core Middle Stage and granting him the "Mountain of Atomization" Cultivation Technique.

This technique did not require the outward release of vast spiritual energy. Instead, it focused on stealth, ethereal movement, and mist-shadow killing arrays.

It also helped him return to his peak Golden Core Middle Stage combat strength, even allowing him to kill enemies of a higher rank through these eerie methods.

Using his own Demonic Essence as a guide, he absorbed the surrounding yin-cold energy and murderous aura to condense into the Xuan Yin Demonic Mist. The mist could become ethereal, condense, or split at will, completely masking spiritual energy fluctuations and traces of his presence. It could be called a supreme secret art for assassination and surprise attacks.

He no longer had any rivals here!

The light released by the red lotus was instantly broken through by those dragon-headed monsters, and the golden light couldn't resist them in the slightest.

The Woman in Green gritted her teeth, wanting to use her spiritual energy, but in the next instant, she was deterred by a fear that chilled her to the bone.

A terrifying pressure instantly spread, causing the spiritual energy of all the Cultivators present to stagnate. Even those Magical Artifacts now lost their spirit, as if they were mundane weapons.

Someone began to scream in terror, "This! This is the aura of a Golden Core Immortal Master! That Xuan Yin has actually recovered his Golden Core cultivation!"

As those people felt that overwhelming pressure, their cultivations were only at the Foundation Establishment stage. How could they possibly withstand a Golden Core?

"It's over! It's all over!"

Desperate wails instantly erupted. The Cultivators' faces were as pale as paper, and their legs couldn't stop trembling.

A Golden Core Cultivator could overturn seas and slaughter an entire region with a mere gesture.

Now, he had become a life-taking demon standing in their way. The gap was as vast as a chasm; there was simply no room for resistance.

Within the black mist, Xuan Yin let out a disdainful snort.

"The devil god has given me his Legacy, allowing me to be free from the restrictions of this Minghai Realm. Now, all of you shall be buried with my father!"