326: Chapter 324 One Tree Subdues Demons, Ten Venerables Surround and Kill

The moment Dao Lord Fuhun raised the black spear, Yun Ming moved.

He unleashed the map of mountains and rivers.

The scroll flew out from his Sea of Consciousness, suspended in mid-air, and slowly unfurled. At that moment, the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and living beings on the scroll all lit up simultaneously, and an invisible ripple spread outward from the center of the scroll. Wherever the ripple passed, space solidified, and time seemed to slow down.

Dao Lord Fuhun's body stiffened for a split second.

It was not because he wanted to stop, but because space itself had locked him in place.

That instant was very short, so short it could almost be ignored.

But this was the exact moment Yun Ming had been waiting for.

From the map of mountains and rivers, the fusang divine tree flew out.

That golden sapling, only a palm high, with branches as slender as gold threads and leaves as thin as cicada wings, had always grown quietly at the very edge of the map. Yun Ming had never dared to let it get close to any living being because its light was too strong, so strong that even he himself would be injured.

At this moment, he released all restrictions on the fusang divine tree.

In that instant, the sun rose in this place.

It was not a metaphor; it was the real sun.

Golden light exploded from the fusang divine tree, like a scorching sun rising from the depths of the earth. The light was blinding, intense, and carried the world-destroying Pure Yang Qi. The darkness within a hundred miles was swept away, and the night instantly turned into day.

Those Yao cultivators and demonic cultivators who were still fighting began to dissolve the moment they were touched by the golden light. They let out shrill screams and ran desperately away from the golden light, but the light spread too fast, and they could not escape. Those with low cultivation dissolved into a pool of black water within a single breath. Those at the Foundation Establishment Stage lasted for three to five breaths. Those at the Golden Core Stage barely held on for a dozen breaths. Those at the Nascent Soul Stage held on longer, but they also struggled bitterly in the golden light; their scales, fur, and flesh peeled away layer by layer, revealing the white bones underneath, and then even the bones turned into powder.

Dao Lord Fuhun was closest to the fusang divine tree. The moment the golden light shone upon him, his body trembled violently, and the expression on his face changed from ferocious to fearful. It was not fear of Yun Ming, but fear of that tree. It was an instinctive fear of a natural predator, carved deep into his Bloodline. It was extremely Yang and extremely rigid, specifically countering evil spirits. His entire body was condensed from Yin Qi and Demonic Qi; in front of this golden light, he was like an ice cube placed under a scorching sun.

His skin began to blister, and black mist surged wildly from his body, trying to resist the erosion of the golden light, but as soon as the mist touched the light, it was as if it had been ignited, emitting a harsh sizzling sound before dissipating. His nails began to blacken and fall off, his hair began to wither and break, and his eyes began to weep—not tears, but black pus. He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and his body began to change, no longer able to maintain a human form. A giant black spider appeared in the golden light, its eight long legs paddling frantically, its speed so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air.

He tore through the Void Realm and plunged inside.

The Void Realm rift closed behind him, and the aftermath of the golden light chased inside, burning the edge of the rift before dissipating.

Dao Lord Fuhun had escaped.

Yun Ming did not fare well either. The golden light of the fusang divine tree shone on Dao Lord Fuhun, but it also shone on him. He was the master of the map of mountains and rivers and could control the direction and range of the fusang divine tree, but he could not completely avoid its damage. His skin was burned in the golden light, blistering, cracking, bleeding, then healing, and cracking again. His hair was scorched, his face was covered in burns, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were bloodshot. Clenching his teeth and enduring the intense pain, he retrieved the fusang divine tree back into the map of mountains and rivers. The scroll closed, the golden light dissipated, and night fell once again.

Yun Ming did not pursue. He stood on the ruins, gasping for air.

He turned and walked toward the ruins of the Teleportation Array.

The Teleportation Array was already shattered. The foundation of the array was still there, but the formation patterns had dimmed, and the core crystals were gone. Yun Ming did not touch those fragments; he stood in the center of the array, eyes closed, motionless.

He waited for three days.

For three days, he did not move, did not eat, did not drink, and did not close his eyes. His injuries were recovering; the burns scabbed and fell off, and the newly grown skin was slightly red. He stood on the ruins like a statue. Occasionally, a few scattered Yao cultivators passed by, saw him, and bypassed him from afar. It was not fear of him, but fear of the lingering power of that tree. The aura of the fusang divine tree still lingered in the air, so scorching that those low-level Yao cultivators dared not approach.

On the evening of the third day, as the sun set, the clouds on the horizon were dyed dark red.

Yun Ming opened his eyes, looked at the ruins of the Teleportation Array, and was silent for a moment.

Those people should have arrived safely.

He prepared to destroy these ruins.

But just as he raised his hand, the whole world suddenly suffocated.

The surrounding Void Realm suddenly collapsed; it was not an ordinary space rift, but the entire barrier of heaven and earth shattering directly. The sky above cracked with a roar, like a giant mirror smashed by force, and pitch-black cracks spread wildly, swallowing the daylight and revealing the dead, cold, and chaotic Void Realm deep within.

Densely packed figures stepped out from the rifts, a dark mass that directly sealed off the entire world.

A monstrous Demonic Qi instantly poured down, pressing heavily onto every inch of the land. The air solidified completely, even the wind stopped, and Yun Ming's bones rattled, his chest felt tight, and his breath was choked off, almost suffocating him on the spot.

Eight Soul Transformation Yao cultivators appeared in the air, with various forms, some with solemn human bodies, others with ferocious Yao forms. They stared quietly at Yun Ming, their eyes devoid of contempt or hostility, only a kind of extremely cold indifference. It was like humans looking down at ants on the ground, insignificant, their lives not worth mentioning.

The pressure of the eight Soul Transformation experts locked Yun Ming's entire body, leaving him unable to move a single inch.

Just at this moment of extreme oppression, the already shattered Void Realm cracked open again!

Two even more terrifying and vast auras slowly stepped out of the rift.

Just by standing there, the heavens and earth shook violently, and all things bowed their heads.

Yun Ming's entire body instantly stiffened to the extreme, and his blood almost stopped flowing. This was not because he was afraid, but an instinctive trembling from the depths of his bones. He clearly perceived that the strength of these two people was more than enough to crush those eight Soul Transformation Yao cultivators combined.

These were Void Refining powerhouses, far beyond the Soul Transformation stage!

The one on the left wore a robe as red as blood, with a cold expression and crimson eyes. His body was wrapped in violent blood Qi, like a butcher who had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The moment he stood there, a strong smell of blood permeated the air, pressing down so hard that one could not breathe. Yun Ming recognized him. It was that Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch. He had seen him on the ruins of Tianyuan City; he had confronted The Old Emperor in the Nine Heavens, his single thought turning mountains and rivers upside down. Yun Ming would never forget that figure.

The one on the right was a middle-aged woman in a white dress, with a stunning face and a faint smile on her lips. Her aura was softer than the one on the left, but what was hidden beneath that softness was even more chilling than the violent aura. Her gaze swept over Yun Ming, over the ruins of the Teleportation Array, and over the lingering aura of the fusang divine tree, and her eyes lit up.

"fusang divine tree." Her voice was very light, as if she were talking to herself.

The man's voice was low. "No wonder. With that little cultivation, it's no injustice that the Mystic Silk Spider was scorched like that."

Yun Ming did not speak. He gripped the cauldron of all things mother qi, the Golden Crow Flame at the mouth of the cauldron as faint as a bean. The cicada wing sword hovered at his side, the cracks on the blade flickering in the spiritual light. He had used all the means he could, and his spiritual power was mostly exhausted. Opposite him were eight Soul Transformation experts and two Void Refining experts. He had no chance of winning. But he did not retreat.

He raised his hand. Lightning condensed in his palm, purple-gold electric arcs crackling and illuminating half of his face.

The woman glanced at him and shook her head. "Early Nascent Soul Stage, yet you dare to attack us. You are truly not afraid of death."

Yun Ming did not answer. He took a deep breath and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body. He activated the Law of Heaven and Earth to the extreme, his figure growing to a hundred zhang. He stood on the ruins like a lonely giant.

Opposite him, the ten Yao cultivators also moved. They did not attack at the same time; they just took one step forward. Just one step, and the heavens and earth changed color. Space trembled, the earth cracked, the Spiritual Qi in the air was drained, and even breathing felt difficult.