75: Chapter 75 The Heaven-Slaying Candle Sword

Dongshan City.

'Luo Changting' stood silently in the air.

With a slap of his hand, Devilish Qi transformed into a giant claw, directly shattering the sword astral He Liang had slashed!

With a backhand grab, he tore through the Void Realm, forcibly exploding Ji Yu's protective sword screen!

The battle became a one-sided crushing defeat.

How could two Mortal Transformation Disciples block the power of a Guizang-level demonic seed?

'Luo Changting' grabbed at the Void Realm, and space began to warp.

Expressionless, he pulled a pitch-black longsword from the Void Realm.

The gloomy, ink-like blade swallowed all light, and its edge was covered in cracks, like countless black dragons roaming in the eternal night.

The blade's edge was filled with fine notches; just looking at it caused He Liang and Ji Yu's eyes to sting with pain.

"This is..."

He Liang's pupils shook violently, and he didn't dare move an inch.

He recalled the reason recorded in the Sect's secret annals why the Biyang Sword Sect and the Six Hells Demonic Sect were once arch-enemies.

Before the collapse of the immortal path, the Sect Masters of the two Sects had fought a battle.

In the end, that Demon Venerable of the Six Hells Demonic Sect won and seized the Biyang Sword Venerable's life-bound sword.

For a Sword Cultivator, losing their sword was like having their Dao Companion abducted.

This matter was a supreme humiliation for both the Sword Venerable and the Sword Sect.

The sword before him was extremely similar in appearance to the swords of the Biyang Sword Sect. Could it be... As the black sword's aura dissipated, Dao Rhyme permeated the air.

The name of that sword automatically surfaced in He Liang's mind.

【heaven-slaying nether-illuminating sword】

Impossible! This sword was shattered long ago!

He Liang's face was full of disbelief.

When the immortal path collapsed back then, that generation's invincible Xuanhuang Emperor Lord had already bathed the higher-ups of the twenty-one Immortal Lineages in blood, and the Demon Venerable who tried to provoke the Emperor Lord was also hacked into dregs.

That person died thoroughly long ago!

His personal sword too!

Beneath the Azure Nether Mask, 'Luo Changting' looked at He Liang, whose face had changed drastically, and actually let out a light chuckle.

He swung the sword to sever the clouds.

Heaven and earth lost their color.

The two people before him, along with their souls, turned into fine powder and drifted away with the wind.

He Liang and Ji Yu were completely dead.

And Ni Gaoyuan in Dongshan City was also dumbfounded by this turn of events.

"No..."

In an instant, he too turned into a cloud of flying ash and dissipated.

'Luo Changting' reached out, intending to remove the Azure Nether Mask from his face, but the moment his fingertips touched the mask, they were swallowed by a force, making a sizzling sound.

Feeling a slight sting, 'Luo Changting' remained silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice:

"A million years have passed, and the wondrous rhyme of the Siming is still so troublesome."

Then, 'he' searched through his own memories and smiled:

"A nascent soul dao fruit, how very interesting."

"What a grand play; shall we play along then?"

'Luo Changting' raised his hand, and the million Mortals and low-level Cultivators of the entire Dongshan City were gathered into his palm.

In his palm, everyone, regardless of gender or age, turned into a wisp of pure life essence. Radiant light gathered and was sucked into 'his' mouth.

"Just this much is not nearly enough... Hm?"

Beneath the mask, 'Luo Changting's' eyes moved slightly, glancing toward Feiguang Prefecture and then toward the central provincial capital of Langya Prefecture.

"Small trouble, big trouble, so many things..."

In the next moment, the towering Devilish Qi receded like a tide. Luo Changting's body returned to its original state, falling heavily from the sky and fainting.

His aura plummeted to the bottom, on the verge of collapse.

Only that pitch-black remnant sword went into dormancy deep within his Dantian.

A long while later, a carriage sped over. Luo Hui held the unconscious Luo Changting, tears streaming down his old face.

Luo Hanchán held her brother's cold hand, her expression complex, crying her eyes out... "Who?!!"

Shen Moyan suddenly turned his head.

Behind him was only an empty quiet room.

Shen Moyan had clearly felt a gaze land on him just now, making his spine go cold.

"Who is it?"

He was certain that this was definitely not an illusion.

Should he use the Final Stroke?

In a split second of thought, Shen Moyan considered it repeatedly but ultimately gave up on the Final Stroke.

The place he was in now was very safe.

The Formation Masters Pavilion was filled with sophisticated defensive arrays, killing arrays, and linked arrays.

Even a True Monarch would have to go through a lot of trouble to break in.

By the time that person reached him, Shen Moyan would have enough time to activate the Final Stroke... High above Dongshan City, ten thousand feet in the air.

A white-haired man stood upon the clouds, his narrow eyes reflecting the common people on the ground.

At his waist, the token of the Chief of the Demon Suppression Department was shining brightly.

"Strange, truly strange, the Karma has actually vanished."

"It seems to be a great demon."

"No matter, this seat will patiently wait for your appearance."

The wind blew and the clouds dispersed; the man disappeared... At the same time, throughout Langya Prefecture.

Biyang Sword Sect, Hall of Punishment.

Inside the hall, where Sword Qi was grim, the atmosphere was heavy.

He Liang and Ji Yu's soul lamps extinguished almost simultaneously. In the last fragmented images sent back, there was towering Devilish Qi and a cracked Azure Nether Mask.

"This aura... is definitely no ordinary demonic Cultivator!" The Elder of the Hall of Punishment's face was as dark as water.

"If this scoundrel is not eliminated, he will surely become a great disaster!"

"Should we emerge?" He applied to the Hall of Elders to emerge from seclusion, but he was rejected.

"The war between humans and the Yao is imminent; matters of the Mountain and Sea have nothing to do with us."

"We only need to guard the surrounding subsidiary planes and ensure the safety of our lineage's world."

...Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

"Pure Devilish Qi? Appearing on the side of the Human Race?"

The Yao King, seated high on a throne of bone, licked his sharp teeth, a flash of crimson crossing his eyes.

"Pity, it's not a signal to strike."

The moles planted by the Yao Race would use the Heavenly Demon Thought Descent to destroy the Nine Songs Net, thereby cutting off the Human Race's intelligence network.

Devilish Qi alone cannot achieve that.

"The internal strife of the Human Race is truly impressive."

"Order the vanguard to slow their offensive; let them bite each other for a while first."

"Keep an eye on the movement of that Devilish Qi; perhaps... it can be used for our purposes."

...Cultivation knows no time; one year later.

The quiet room was dustless, and the circulating array light reflected Shen Moyan's focused profile.

The lines sketched by the dharmic power at his fingertips were slowly deconstructing and reconstructing the massive 'Kuafu Face' Leyline Array Pattern of eastern Langya Prefecture.

"Almost there, good, continue deeper. As long as I have Shen Yi and the others act, we can initially influence the All Beings Spirit Refining Grand Array."

This year, Shen Moyan had sought guidance from many Immortals in the Formation Masters Pavilion and gained much.

Just then, the nine songs seal on the back of Shen Moyan's hand flashed; someone was sending him a message.

Shen Moyan's brow furrowed imperceptibly. He did not immediately stop his deductions. Only after a key node's calculation was finished did he split off a wisp of Divine Sense and sink it into the nine songs seal.

The light screen unfolded, and Cen Boliang's figure appeared within it. The background seemed to be a secret room where an isolation Restriction had been hastily set up.

His face was pale, his forehead beaded with sweat, and even his voice had lost its usual composure, carrying obvious panic:

"Fellow Daoist Ren! Something terrible has happened! Cangwu Prefecture... Cangwu Prefecture is completely finished!"

"The front line has completely collapsed, and the Yao army has already crossed the provincial capital's pass! Even the local Wanbao Net has completely paralyzed! The Yao cores we previously stockpiled there are all stuck in our hands! Not a single Spirit Stone can be exchanged back!"

He spoke extremely fast, almost unable to catch his breath: "But here in Langya Prefecture, the tension is high, and war could break out at any moment!"

"Once the fighting starts, the price of Yao cores will surely skyrocket! Fellow Daoist Ren, if... if you still have stock on hand, could you allocate some more to me? This is the last chance; we must seize it..."

Through the nine songs seal, one could even hear the faint sounds of chaos and objects being toppled in the distance, showing that Cen Boliang's side was already in a mess.

This Cen Boliang had come to him to beg.

Shen Moyan listened quietly, his face showing no ripples of emotion.

The fall of Cangwu Prefecture and the collapse of the Wanbao Net were already within his expectations.

Only after Cen Boliang finished did he speak calmly, his voice steady: "Fellow Daoist Cen, what is there to panic about?"

"I have my own plans regarding the Yao cores."

Shen Moyan's gaze fell back onto the leyline array map on the table.

"Just stabilize your channels over in Langya Prefecture and ensure they can be used at the critical moment."

"Spirit Stones will not be lacking for you."

He did not promise to give more Yao cores.

In this life, he had already earned enough Spirit Stones; there was no need to take risks to profit from war anymore.

The communication was cut off, and his Sea of Consciousness returned to silence.

After putting Cen Boliang on his communication blacklist, Shen Moyan's fingertips lightly tapped the green jade tabletop, making a rhythmic light sound.

"The fall of Cangwu Prefecture was faster than expected. Is it due to the massive smuggling? Was the resistance half-hearted?"

"The collapse of the Wanbao Net actually saved me the trouble of hiring someone to erase the traces." A cold curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

The Spirit Stones obtained from smuggling, even if converted into fuyuan points, were still dirty money in the end.

As long as the source was improper, the Guardians of Orthodoxy could follow the network line to find him.

But with the Wanbao Net collapsed, this account was naturally settled.

"The muddier the waters of Langya Prefecture, the better."

With a slight thought, his Divine Sense, through a mysterious connection, instantly crossed endless time and space and landed on his paper figures Clone.