151: Chapter 151 Ten Thousand Demons Transform into Dragons

But Su Bai would not let him have his way.

"Meng Po."

Su Bai's voice rang out from the world core, remaining calm.

"Present."

Meng Po's voice came from the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, hoarse yet gentle. She stood in Meng Pos Pavilion, holding a bowl of Meng Po Soup in her hand, her aged eyes watching that emerald-green Time Domain.

"Can the waters of the River of Oblivion extinguish time?"

Meng Po smiled.

"The waters of the River of Oblivion cannot extinguish time. But they can make one forget time."

She gently tilted the bowl in her hand.

The soup in the bowl turned into a trickle, pouring down from the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, passing through the River of Oblivion, through the Ghost Gate Pass, through the boundaries of the Netherworld World, and surging toward the Chronos Demon Deer's Time Domain.

That trickle meandered through the void like a grayish-white snake. It passed through the Heavenly Demon Fox's mist of charm, through the Mystic Demon Python's toxic mist, through the Yellow Demon Tiger's spatial rifts, and through the Space Demon Eagle's rain of feathered arrows.

No attack could block it.

Because Meng Po Soup is not an attack, but oblivion.

The grayish-white trickle surged into the Time Domain, colliding with the emerald-green Time Threads.

There was no roar, no explosion.

Only silence.

Before the Meng Po Soup, the Time Threads began to forget their mission. They forgot they were supposed to accelerate time, forgot they were supposed to decelerate time, and forgot who they were.

The emerald-green light dissipated within the grayish-white soup, like ink falling into clear water, being diluted, purified, and forgotten.

On the antlers of the Chronos Demon Deer, those entwined Time Threads snapped one by one. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"My power of time... has been forgotten?!"

Meng Po stood at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, her aged eyes watching the Chronos Demon Deer, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

"No matter how long time is, it has an end. The waters of the River of Oblivion flow longer than time."

She tilted the bowl again, and more Meng Po Soup surged into the Time Domain.

The Chronos Demon Deer's Time Domain began to collapse. The emerald-green light was eroded by the grayish-white soup, the Time Threads were dissolved by the power of oblivion, and the cracks on his antlers grew deeper and deeper.

"No!!"

The Chronos Demon Deer let out a desperate cry, and the light on his antlers was completely extinguished. His aura plummeted from the peak of the Sixth-Order all the way down—high-stage Sixth-Order, mid-stage Sixth-Order, early-stage Sixth-Order.

His power of time had been sealed by the Meng Po Soup.

Luo Qinghe watched the Chronos Demon Deer fall from the sky, crashing into the earth and creating a deep pit hundreds of feet in diameter. Emerald-green blood surged from the cracks in the antlers, staining the dark-red earth.

His lips were trembling.

Of the seven demon beasts, the Heavenly Demon Fox had lost a tail, the Flood Demon Dragon had lost a claw, and the Chronos Demon Deer's power of time had been crippled. The tiger demons had lost two hundred and ninety thousand, and total demon beast losses exceeded five hundred thousand.

Yet not a single one of Su Bai's heroes had fallen.

"Impossible..." Luo Qinghe's voice was hoarse, "My Myriad Demon World, seven peak Sixth-Order demon beasts, a legion of five million seven hundred thousand demon beasts, how could it be..."

He did not finish his sentence.

Because he saw it.

On the borders of the Netherworld World, those cracks he had blasted open were being repaired by something.

It wasn't Glimmer-moss, nor Yin Qi, nor the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

But a group of grayish-white figures.

Bone Spirits.

Two million Bone Spirits surged out from the Underworld Space, standing at the borders of the Netherworld World, using their own bodies to fill those cracks. Their bones melted within the cracks, turning into grayish-white bone matter that merged with the Yin Qi of the border.

Under the sacrifice of the Bone Spirits, the cracks were being repaired one by one.

Gu Ming stood at the very front, deep-blue Soul Fire burning in his eye sockets.

"Warriors of the Bone Spirits, the borders of the Netherworld shall be guarded by us!"

Two million Bone Spirits let out a silent battle cry at the same time, their eerie blue Soul Fires flickering in the void like a sky full of stars.

Luo Qinghe looked at those Bone Spirits who were using their own bodies to repair the border, his dark-golden vertical pupils filled with disbelief.

"Your Bone Spirits... are using their lives to fill the border?!"

Su Bai stood at the world core, his grayish-white eyes looking at Luo Qinghe without speaking.

But that look already explained everything.

The Netherworld World does not just have heroes. It also has thirteen million living beings. They will fight, they will sacrifice, and they will use their lives to protect this world.

And Su Bai would make every single one of their sacrifices worthwhile.

Luo Qinghe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the fear in his dark-golden vertical pupils had vanished.

In its place was a near-manic determination.

"Su Bai." His voice was low like thunder, "You are strong. Stronger than any opponent I have ever encountered."

"But the Myriad Demon World will not admit defeat."

He raised his hand and bit his fingertip. Dark-golden blood surged from the wound, drawing a massive formation in the void.

That formation was one Luo Qinghe had never used in the Points Race.

Because it was a forbidden technique of the Myriad Demon World.

Dragon Transformation Formation.

"Demon beasts of the Myriad Demon World, sacrifice your bloodlines!"

Five million seven hundred thousand demon beasts simultaneously let out a mournful cry. Their bodies began to disintegrate, turning into countless tiny points of light that surged into the Dragon Transformation Formation. The golden-yellow light points of the Tiger Demons, the grayish-white light points of the Wolf Demons, the silver-white light points of the Eagle Demons, the deep-green light points of the Snake Demons, the earthy-yellow light points of the Bear Demons, the emerald-green light points of the Deer Demons, and the eerie-purple light points of the Fox Demons.

The seven-colored light points converged within the Dragon Transformation Formation and were injected into the Flood Demon Dragon's body.

The Flood Demon Dragon's body began to expand. From a hundred feet to two hundred, from two hundred to five hundred. His dragon scales changed from crimson to dark-gold, his dragon horns increased from three to six, and his dragon claws went from four toes to five. His dragon might climbed all the way from the peak of the Sixth-Order, to half-step Seventh-Order, infinitely approaching the Seventh-Order.

But he did not cross that threshold.

Sixth-Order is Sixth-Order; even if he devoured the entire Myriad Demon World, he could not break through to the Seventh-Order.

But his power was already infinitely close to the Seventh-Order.

Stronger than when Bei Chenyao burned the Star World.

Because the Star Spirits of the Star World have no bloodlines, whereas the demon beasts of the Myriad Demon World do.

Bloodline power is more violent, more primitive, and more uncontrollable than astral power.

The Flood Demon Dragon opened his eyes. Those eyes were no longer dark-golden vertical pupils, but pure golden dragon pupils.

The first-generation bloodline of the Dragon Race.

Atavism.

"Su Bai." The Flood Demon Dragon's voice was no longer a demon beast's roar, but a draconic chant that echoed throughout the Tianyuan Arena, "This move is the ultimate secret technique passed down for a millennium in my Myriad Demon World. Myriad Demons Transform into a Dragon."

He opened his mouth, and the Dragon Flame was no longer crimson, but pure gold.

Golden Dragon Flame erupted from the Flood Demon Dragon's mouth, transforming into a true dragon. Not a demon beast, not a sub-dragon, but a dragon possessing a complete Dragon Race bloodline.

That dragon circled in the void, its body over a thousand feet long, golden flames flowing over its scales, its claws tearing through the void, its dragon might suppressing everything.

The golden dragon dove down, pouncing toward the core of the Netherworld World.

The power of this strike was already infinitely close to the Seventh-Order.

Stronger than Bei Chenyao's Nine Stars Aligned.