206: Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art

Time flew by, and ten years passed.

As time went on, the war between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path intensified.

During this period, the seals around the Great Zhou Dynasty weakened, enough to allow Cultivators below Soul Transformation to enter and exit.

As a result, Righteous Path Sects in Nanzhou, led by the Heavenly Dao Sect, also joined this war between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path.

This caused the originally one-sided situation to become unpredictable again.

And in this process, Wang Ning and Li Hentian began to make their mark.

Wang Ning, with his white hair, was cold and ruthless, specializing in killing those of the Demonic Path, earning him the title of 'Exiled Immortal'.

Li Hentian, on the other hand, was more comprehensive; she not only killed those of the Demonic Path but also people from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

After all, her family had died due to the Purple Cloud Catastrophe, and Li Xiangyun had perished (as Li Hentian believed) because of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Thus, Li Hentian combined Demonic Technique Cultivation Techniques to create her own unique Cultivation Technique—the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art".

This Cultivation Technique could not only devour others' Cultivation, vital blood, and Divine Soul, but also their Spiritual Root and Bloodline.

Therefore, in just ten short years, her Cultivation not only advanced by leaps and bounds to Late Stage Foundation Establishment, but she also achieved a Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root by devouring Spiritual Roots...

On a desolate land, a bloody setting sun stained half the sky, shattered stones and broken blades lay scattered, and the air was filled with a rich scent of blood and Devilish Qi.

Li Hentian, dressed in a blood-stained black robe, had specks of crimson on her beautiful face, yet it did not diminish her aloofness that kept people at a distance; instead, it added a few points of breathtaking sorrow.

Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently, and the Late Stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power circulated frantically within her body, yet it still couldn't conceal the stinging pain in her Meridians—just now, to escape pursuit, she had forcibly activated the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art", already at the end of her rope.

Behind her, three black figures radiating Golden Core pressure clung to her like maggots, they were Demonic Cultivators from the Asura Sect.

The leader's face was ferocious, a bone blade in his hand gleamed with a faint green poisonous light, and he sneered, "Little slut, run! Aren't you good at devouring? Today, I'll let you taste being devoured!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure shot forward, the bone blade carrying chilling Devilish Qi directly piercing Li Hentian's back.

Li Hentian's pupils contracted, and she turned to unleash a dark palm wind, but it was easily shattered by the opponent.

The demonic might crushed down, and she felt a sweetness in her throat, her body flying backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily against a giant rock.

In despair, Li Hentian remembered her older brother who carried her and fled thirteen years ago, and her Revered Master who taught her ten years ago and didn't despise her low talent...

"Revered Master..." she murmured softly, a hint of vulnerability flashing in her eyes.

Over the years, she had countless times believed that he had long since perished in the great war with the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the only thing sustaining her was her obsession with revenge.

Seeing Li Hentian completely lose the ability to resist, the leading Demonic Cultivator immediately burst into laughter, "Little slut, die!"

With that, the chilling Devilish Qi once again swept over her like a tidal wave.

"Revered Master..." Just at this critical moment, a brilliant golden light suddenly illuminated Li Hentian's glabella, and a cold Sword Seal abruptly appeared, a sharp Sword Intent, like a sleeping Dragon, suddenly awakened, instantly sweeping across the entire scene!

"Hmm?" The Asura Sect Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's face changed drastically, feeling an irresistible and terrifying pressure lock onto him; it was a Dao of Sword power far beyond his comprehension, pure and domineering.

The next moment, a blurry phantom slowly condensed in front of Li Hentian. The figure was clad in white, and though his face was indistinct,

it exuded a familiar gentleness and uprightness. It was Li Xiangyun, who had disappeared for ten years.

As soon as he appeared, his gaze fell upon Li Hentian.

Seeing her covered in scars, the fierce and lonely look in her eyes that was unsuited for her age, and the bloody aura that was out of place with her temperament, the phantom's eyes instantly softened, but deep within, an indescribable heartache surged.

What had she gone through these ten years?

"Senior, spare me!" The leading Demonic Cultivator wanted to beg for mercy, but Li Xiangyun had no intention of wasting words.

Without needing to say more, a Sword Intent flashed in Li Xiangyun's phantom eyes. That Sword Intent was formless and intangible, yet it carried the resolve to destroy all things.

"Pfft—"

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator pursuing Li Hentian didn't even see what happened before his body was cut by an invisible blade, instantly turning into a sky full of blood mist, even his Divine Soul was completely annihilated, not even a trace of Devilish Qi remaining.

The other two Asura Sect Cultivators were scared to the point of their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; how could they dare to stay? They turned and fled, but their heart Meridians were shattered by the aftershock, and they fell to the ground, unable to move.

The crisis was resolved.

Li Hentian stared blankly at the phantom before her, her beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears, and her aloof facade collapsed. "Revered Master... Revered Master?"

Her voice trembled with an unbelievable excitement; she almost couldn't believe her eyes. He wasn't dead! He really wasn't dead!

Li Xiangyun's phantom looked at her, his eyes full of pity, but due to limited power, he couldn't speak much.

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to caress her head, but before he could touch her, he dissolved into specks of light.

"Hentian," his voice was ethereal and firm, carrying an undeniable promise, "Wait for me to return."

As his voice faded, the phantom completely dissipated, and the Sword Seal on her glabella also dimmed, disappearing from sight.

Only Li Hentian remained standing there, tears finally streaming down. She raised her hand to cover her glabella, where his warmth seemed to linger.

"Revered Master..." she choked out, but a faint, infinitely hopeful curve slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I'll wait for you."

The wind whimpered, stirring up the dust on the ground, but it couldn't blow away the rekindled light in her eyes.

Ten years of loneliness and slaughter seemed to have meaning at this moment. She turned, looking into the distance, her black robe fluttering, the Devilish Qi around her seeming to soften a bit.

She wanted to become stronger, strong enough to stand firm in this chaotic world, strong enough to tell him when he returned that she wasn't useless!

On the other side.

Deep within the black hole, all was silent, with only the faint crackling of the Purple Flame burning echoing in the Void Realm.

Li Xiangyun sat still on the fire lotus, his eyes tightly closed, his spiritual power already intertwined with the Netherworld Darkfire Origin, transforming into a half-black, half-gold stream of light that slowly circulated.

For ten years, his heart was like a rock, allowing the violent power from the Late-Stage Transformation God to clash and tear within his body, then meticulously grinding and refining it with the Yin-Yang Life-Death Dao Intent.

It wasn't until just now that the Sword Seal connected to Li Hentian at his glabella suddenly sent a violent tremor; it was the resonance when the mark was triggered, carrying a faint but urgent distress signal.

"Hentian?"

The moment his thoughts stirred, Li Xiangyun's eyes, which had been closed for ten years, suddenly opened!

First, a flash of Purple flames flickered in his eyes, then it was replaced by deep purple-gold lightning, two divine lights piercing the Chaos of the black hole, as if they could penetrate the Void Realm of all ages.

Almost at the moment he opened his eyes, an extremely terrifying pressure erupted from his body with a roar!