87: Chapter 88 The Demon Lord's Flaw

The Stele Guardian's eyes opened and closed, two brilliant divine lights, solid as substance and piercing through the Void Realm, locked firmly onto that sky-obscuring demonic shadow.

Within his gaze was a resolute killing intent.

He suddenly surged upward, his heavy armor, which had been silent for countless millennia, letting out a dull grinding sound.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi converged frantically toward him, faintly condensing into a sky-propping War Emperor Dharma Image behind him.

His aura was heavy and majestic, inviolable!

"Evil heretics, those who invade my Mountain and Sea shall die!"

His voice, like a great bell, resonated with heaven and earth, turning into ripples of golden Law that spread in all directions.

The Stele Guardian's Divine Ability cleansed the darkness, and the time that had been paused for all living beings in Langya Prefecture returned to normal.

"It's the Stele Guardian! We're saved!"

Above the vast sea, the expressions of the Yao Race shifted unpredictably.

"Retreat!"

From deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, an unquestionable command rang out.

"It's the Fei Emperor."

A Yao King recognized the identity of the one giving the order.

The Fei Emperor, a Five-Tribulation Yao Emperor and a mighty expert of the Fei Clan, was comparable to a Calamity Law Realm Xian Dao Cultivator.

"Withdraw!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Yao Race began to evacuate.

The situation was too chaotic; the appearance of the Demon Venerable had disrupted all of the Yao Race's arrangements in Langya.

Those traitors originally hidden within the Holy Court were unable to emerge and could only remain concealed, waiting for future plans.

At this moment, whether they were Cultivators or Mortals, seeing the Stele Guardian's figure reignited a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

However, just as the War Emperor Dharma Image pushed aside the clouds and stepped into the area where the Mythical Tree was located,

A massive nine-fingered demonic palm struck toward him, ruthlessly swatting him into the sea.

The Stele Guardian was smashed into the seabed, kicking up catastrophic waves.

Crack... The surface of the black heavy armor on his body was instantly covered in dense, spiderweb-like cracks.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"One palm... and I'm defeated?"

Not only that, purple demonic flames quickly ignited on the Stele Guardian's body, and the War Emperor Dharma Image rapidly dissipated.

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In an instant, the fully armed Stele Guardian turned into a cloud of dust and vanished.

The surviving Cultivators stood frozen on the spot, their eyes filled only with shock and despair.

At the top of the Mythical Tree, space had long since shattered into a spiderweb.

While the two were engaged, the Six Hells Demon Venerable freed a hand and casually swatted the Stele Guardian to death.

Zheng Quan went all out, fighting to the point of madness.

The Array Crown shone brilliantly three feet above his head.

At this moment, the vast sea, the Mythical Tree, and the earth veins—all the grand Formations Zheng Quan had arranged beforehand—continuously provided him with energy.

Heaven and earth shared their strength, and the killing tribulation covered the Law.

"Interesting, the power of an entire province's heaven and earth is at your disposal."

"This move of yours can be considered a Calamity Law Great Divine Ability."

The Six Hells Demon Venerable said indifferently, as the Yin Mo Dharma Image behind him stomped its foot, causing the vast sea to surge backward and the heaven and earth to split apart.

The Formation was damaged; blood seeped from the corner of Zheng Quan's mouth, and his dharma body cracked.

The Six Hells Demon Venerable remained expressionless as the heaven-slaying nether-illuminating sword pierced into his chest.

"You are truly worthy of the title 'Near-Supreme'."

"Be proud; you are quite excellent."

The Array Crown shattered completely, dissipating into a sky full of light specks.

Zheng Quan lost, defeated without any suspense.

Even though he had already done his best,

Facing the former enemy of the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord, he was still like a firefly before the bright moon.

Before he died, Zheng Quan took one last look at this world.

Suddenly, as if sensing something within his Formation network, his eyes shifted slightly, and he released his Divine Sense.

Within his Divine Sense, the outline of a human face was clearly visible.

"Hahahaha!"

Before he died, Zheng Quan laughed out loud.

"I see, I see! There's actually another expert!"

"Good! Then let me..."

He exhausted his last bit of mana, squeezing out the final trace of his life Origin, and following someone's movements, he activated the Formations of Kongsang Prefecture.

The Six Hells Demon Venerable frowned and pulled out the sword.

Zheng Quan collapsed, all light fading from his eyes as his remnant body turned to dust and dissipated.

The Six Hells Demon Venerable remained silent, sensing a slight feeling of discord.

Some kind of crisis was approaching.

But he was merely a remnant soul, lacking the absolute strength he possessed in life.

"Could it be that brat? No..."

His gaze crossed the mountains and seas, falling upon Shen Moyan.

But he only saw Shen Moyan stand up inside the room.

He had long since anticipated this.

Shen Moyan's expression was as calm as usual.

Facing the Six Hells Demon Venerable,

He raised his middle finger.

Suddenly, the Six Hells Demon Venerable clutched his chest.

At his heart, the nascent soul dao fruit he had originally refined

Actually began to grow restless.

"How is this possible..."

The Six Hells Demon Venerable muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief.

At his waist, a tiny, subtle vibration suddenly began.

He turned his head to look, his expression freezing.

It was the green-black mask.

At this very moment,

The cracks on the mask were actually healing,

And it burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance!

...Where am I?

Luo Changting opened his eyes.

He stood in a place of silence.

This was his Sea of Consciousness space.

Suddenly, he clutched his head and squatted down, his head splitting with pain.

They're back, they're all back—all those emotions swallowed by the demon have all come back!

The million citizens of Dongshan City he had consumed, their tragic deaths flickered through his mind one by one.

"No..."

It wasn't me, it really wasn't me... "On this journey, the sky is high and the sea is wide; a man's ambition lies in all directions!"

The figure of a young girl flashed by.

"Little Cicada!"

Luo Changting reached out to grab her, but his hand met only empty air.

He fell within his Sea of Consciousness, propped himself up, and looked at the surface of the sea as everything from the past surfaced.

The small cottage, the frost and snow, the happy childhood times with his sister, the high hopes his father had for him, and the care from everyone in the Opera Troupe.

"Do not worry, the swallows under the eaves warm the rafters..."

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying Luo Hanchán's trembling voice.

He remembered, he remembered it all.

"Just watch me spread my Kunpeng wings and soar into the azure clouds!"

On the water's surface, he saw his own figure leaving everyone behind, heading alone into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

"No... don't..."

It was him; he himself had sent his father and Little Cicada to the Langya Prefecture government, the most brutal battlefield of the war.

The outcome was predictable.

"May your journey be smooth."

Luo Hanchán's youthful smiling face appeared on the water, gradually merging with his own pale features.

It was him; he had left them when his family needed him most.

Even the one who killed them was himself.

And the existence that controlled his thoughts, devoured his emotions, and used him as a pawn... "Six Hells Slaying Heaven Demon Venerable!!"

Luo Changting roared toward the sky in madness.

He condensed his fury into a sharp sword and slashed toward that unshakable figure above the Sea of Consciousness.

However, that figure didn't even turn its head.

Luo Changting's tiny spark of flame vanished in an instant, failing to even illuminate this dim Sea of Consciousness space.

This was a despair-inducing gap in both the level of life and the essence of power.

How could Luo Changting's short life shake that Demon Venerable who had lived for untold eons?

Exhausting his life's strength was nothing more than a moth flying into a flame.

His strength spent, Luo Changting fell into the depths of the sea.

He gritted his teeth, even though his heart was filled with ten thousand regrets.

But he knew, he knew better than anyone!

All things have Rhyme, and Rhyme gathers to form Divine Abilities.

The Demon Venerable's Dao Rhyme, even if only a trace of a remnant soul, was as brilliant as the clear sky.

In his life, the Dao Rhyme he had cultivated was as lowly as a mayfly.

"I only wanted a place."

As he fell into the water, Luo Hanchán's voice sounded in his ear.

"A place where Father can grow old in peace, where we... don't have to live in fear and wander everywhere, a place where we can look up at the sky, even if it's a place with no stars!"

"I'm sorry... Little Cicada..."

"Your brother is useless; I can't fulfill your wish..."

Luo Changting sank to the bottom of the Sea of Consciousness, no longer moving, as his soul body began to dissipate.

But suddenly, at the bottom of the sea, an unfamiliar voice echoed in his heart:

"What is your name?"

Luo Changting slowly opened his eyes.

Before him was an unfamiliar man.