276: Chapter 276 Ten Thousand Demons Devour Souls

At this moment, there could not be even the slightest hesitation, let alone any delay. He had to complete the Bloodline extraction and Void Realm teleportation immediately, at any cost—otherwise, delays would only lead to complications!

"Myriad Demon Soul Devouring, Blood Sacrifice to Seize the Origin! Open for me—!"

The deafening roar tore through the firmament, the sound waves carrying immense Demonic Qi like thunder rolling across the Nine Heavens, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble and the winds and clouds to change color.

Saint Son Yao Wuyue no longer held anything back. The terrifying Demonic Qi lying dormant within him surged like a burst dam, breaking through its shackles and pouring uncontrollably into the Soul-Eating Formation beneath his feet. The Formation patterns were instantly dyed deep purple by the Demonic Qi—exuding a heart-palpitating, sinister aura.

He did not hesitate to damage his own Origin, suddenly biting the tip of his tongue and spraying out a mouthful of scalding, scarlet Essence Blood. Like beads of blood from a broken string, it landed precisely on the simple, unadorned purple bone fragment on his chest.

In an instant, the purple bone fragment erupted with a blinding purple radiance. The brilliance shot into the sky like a strange lightning bolt piercing through Heaven and Earth, dyeing the entire Void Realm a sinister, eerie purple-black. Even the sunlight was completely swallowed, leaving only that demonic purple light to shroud this land of despair—permeated with a ferocity capable of destroying Heaven and Earth.

The power of the Soul-Eating Formation was forcibly pushed to its limit. Black Qi surged above the Formation patterns, and countless twisted, struggling, and ferocious phantoms of wronged souls and evil ghosts crawled out, roaring. Their bodies were wrapped in thick Death Qi, their eyes hollow and pitch-black, and the shrill screams from their mouths pierced directly into the Divine Soul—enough to instantly tear apart and devour the soul of an ordinary Cultivator.

These wronged souls and evil ghosts filled the sky like a black tide, carrying the bone-eroding and soul-devouring icy power as they crazily lunged toward the imprisoned Chu Zhanxiao!

At the same time, the spatial vortex at the center of the Formation eye suddenly accelerated, its rotation speed increasing a hundredfold. Black Qi churned within the vortex, and a terrifying suction force capable of swallowing Heaven and Earth erupted, as if a giant beast that had been dormant for eons had opened its bloody maw—intending to shred and devour everything in its vicinity—Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, fragments of the Void Realm, and even the Divine Soul of living beings!

The demonic vines wrapped around Chu Zhanxiao's limbs and bones were like venomous snakes that had caught the scent of blood, tightening and wriggling crazily. The sharp barbs at the tips of the vines pierced deep into his flesh, and the venom seeped into his Meridians along the barbs, attempting to suppress that suddenly erupting golden Dragon Might—to imprison him completely and leave him at their mercy.

Countless pitch-black, withered phantoms resembling ghost claws extended from the vortex. Carrying the bone-eroding and soul-devouring icy coldness and ferocity, they desperately clawed toward the depths of Chu Zhanxiao's Dantian Qi Sea and soul sea—intending to tear apart and plunder his Bloodline, Divine Soul, and Dao foundation all at once!

"Roooar—!!!" A dragon roar that pierced metal and cracked stone, echoing through the universe, suddenly exploded from within Chu Zhanxiao's body!

In this dragon roar, there was unwillingness, anger, the supreme majesty of the Ancestral Dragon, and even a desperate struggle in the face of a hopeless situation. Wherever the sound waves reached, the Void Realm rippled with fine cracks, and the lunging wronged souls and evil ghosts were actually stunned into stillness—emitting shrill wails.

A dazzling golden light erupted violently, sweeping out from Chu Zhanxiao's body. The radiance was as scorching as the golden sun of the Nine Heavens, dispelling the surrounding icy cold and demonic mist, and even faintly condensing behind him into a blurry yet endlessly majestic phantom of a five-clawed golden Dragon!

Although this golden Dragon phantom was ethereal and indistinct, it exuded a supreme Dragon Might that looked down upon the Three Realms and suppressed all living things—the dragon scales seemed to be refined from the golden sun of the Nine Heavens, shimmering with brilliant, flowing light.

The dragon claws were as sharp as ancient divine weapons, their cold light piercing, as if a single swipe could tear Heaven and Earth apart; the dragon eyes were as deep as an abyss, containing the vicissitudes and ferocity of the ancient Ancestral Dragon—looking down upon all living beings, supreme and unrivaled.

The golden Dragon phantom roared at the sky, and the rolling Dragon Might transformed into a monstrous wave of golden light, like a burst dam, spreading crazily in all directions.

Once these wronged souls and evil ghosts, which had been lunging forward to fill the sky, touched this holy and overbearing golden light, they were like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun. They instantly emitted screams of ultimate misery, their bodies crumbling and dissipating inch by inch, completely purified by the golden light—not even a wisp of a remnant soul or a thread of black Qi remained, all annihilated within the Void Realm!

However, the Soul-Eating Formation was, after all, a vicious and evil Formation passed down by the Myriad Demon Palace for ten thousand years, refined by the Essence Blood of countless Cultivators, and possessing infinite power.

Moreover, Saint Son Yao Wuyue was burning his Origin Essence Blood and driving it without regard for the cost, providing a continuous stream of Demonic Qi, and the ferocious power was monstrous.

Furthermore, Chu Zhanxiao had previously experienced successive life-and-death battles and was already exhausted, his Meridians damaged, his Dao foundation unstable, and his condition was at its absolute worst; he could barely even stand—let alone resist for a long time.

The Origin Dragon power that had just shocked the world and intimidated the myriad demons was, after all, like duckweed without roots or flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water. Even though it was glorious like the scorching sun for a moment, shining with ten thousand rays of light, it ultimately lacked follow-up power and could not last long.

In just a few breaths, that dazzling golden light began to dim slowly, like a candle in the wind, being suppressed and crazily eroded by the surging purple-black Demonic Qi and the power of the Formation. Black cracks gradually appeared on the edges of the golden light—as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

The golden Dragon phantom behind Chu Zhanxiao also began to flicker uncertainly. The dragon scales cracked inch by inch, emitting a "creak, creak" sound of being unable to bear the burden. The dragon horns were covered in cracks and finally snapped in response, the dragon body trembled violently, and it emitted wails filled with unwillingness and sorrow—as if it were recounting the humiliation and despair of the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline.

A ferocious and cruel sneer reappeared on Saint Son Yao Wuyue's face, and the greed in his eyes was almost overflowing, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, his tone full of contempt and triumph:

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot! A deathbed struggle! Kid, your True Dragon Dao Body, your Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, have been destined to be mine from the moment you were born!"

"No matter how you resist, you will ultimately not escape the fate of having your bones extracted and your Origin seized!"

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the five Mahayana Stage Elders maintaining the blood-colored Formation, his voice cold like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, carrying an unquestionable tone of command:

"Grand Elder, I will trouble you. Remember, absolutely do not touch that leaf deep within his Divine Soul—to avoid creating complications."

As he finished speaking, in the southeast direction of the Formation, an old demon whose figure was withered like decayed wood and whose body was nothing but skin and bones slowly raised his head.

His eye sockets were sunken like bottomless ancient wells, his pupils pitch-black and devoid of any luster, and his body was shrouded in Death Qi so thick it could not be dissolved, as if he were an evil ghost that had crawled out of the Yellow Springs Hell. The aura around him was cold and eerie, making one shudder—it was none other than the highest-ranking Grand Elder of the Myriad Demon Palace, whose methods were the most sinister and vicious, Yaoxie!

Only a non-human low hiss was heard from his throat, the sound hoarse and grating, like two pieces of rusty scrap metal rubbing and colliding, extremely unpleasant to the ear, yet exuding a ferocity that made the Divine Soul tremble:

"Saint Son, rest assured. That leaf is merely a crude Restriction left by a Mahayana Middle Stage ant, not worth mentioning. Even if that ant were to come here in person, in the face of our Myriad Demon Palace's full strength and the combined power of five Mahayana Elders, it would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant—it could be crushed and annihilated with a snap of the fingers!"

"Good!" Saint Son Yao Wuyue's sneer grew even more intense, and the greed and cruelty in his eyes no longer had any concealment. He raised his hand abruptly, his fingertip pointing directly at Chu Zhanxiao, who was tightly imprisoned by the Formation and whose breath was weakening day by day. Every word was poisonous, filled with bone-chilling malice and determination: "Then—extract his bones! Seize his Origin!"

"We obey the Saint Son's order!" The five Mahayana Stage Elders responded in unison, their voices resonant like thunder rolling across, causing the entire Heaven and Earth to tremble slightly, ripples appearing in the Void Realm, the ground beneath the Formation cracking, and gravel flying—exuding a power capable of destroying Heaven and Earth.

They each occupied one of the five positions of the blood-colored Formation, their figures motionless. Their palms, withered like ghost claws, simultaneously struck the churning and boiling blood-colored Formation patterns, and the blood-colored Demonic Qi in their palms surged, continuously pouring into the Formation.

Immediately after, the five Elders simultaneously chanted ancient and evil incantations. These incantations were obscure and difficult to understand, every word and phrase exuding bloodthirstiness and ferocity, carrying a strange power that bewitched the Divine Soul and destroyed life force. As it entered the ears, it was as if one were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with the wails of dead souls and the screams of living beings filling the ears—making the Divine Soul tremble, on the verge of collapse.

"Myriad Demons Slaughter the Gods, Strip Heaven and Earth—!"

Boom! With an earth-shattering loud noise, five blood-colored beams of light, as thick as pillars supporting the sky and so dense they were almost viscous, suddenly erupted from the palms of the five Elders. Within the beams of light, countless phantoms of wronged souls were entwined, carrying the terrifying power to destroy Heaven and Earth, tearing through the Void Realm—and converging crazily toward the blood-colored vortex at the center of the Formation eye!