422: The Demon Returning from the Western Pure Land (5k monthly ticket required)

The Fang Family Old Ancestor was ferocious and venomous, looking exactly like a malevolent ghost.

As these words fell, the astonishing spiritual light blossoming in the Void Realm settled down. Countless multi-colored feathers, seemingly forged from Adamantine divine iron, spewed sharp edges, buzzing with metallic tremors, frozen in the Void Realm.

Then, high above, four pairs of enormous demonic eyes suddenly blazed, and a gloomy voice from one of the great Yao Race members rang out,

“Where is the mark?”

It sounded like a thunderous drum beating, rumbling loudly.

“If you dare to deceive us, this Lord will not even let you die as you wish.”

This voice was incredibly chilling, carrying unbridled intimidation.

And the Fang Family Old Ancestor, stared at by the four great Yao Race members with chilling gazes, now looked like a ferocious ghost, his bloodshot eyes widening. He let out a strange, owl-like laugh of self-mockery, then blew a breath towards the black flames in front of him.

The Qi transformed into wind, sweeping towards the Divine Fire of Creation in front of him. The wind fanned the flames, and within them, spiritual light flickered and condensed. In an instant, a phantom image materialized!

When this phantom mark appeared, there were trembling and vibrating sounds in the surrounding Void Realm, and the wind shrieked.

Dressed in green robes, with domineering and sharp eyebrows, this mark alone carried a heaven-soaring Evil Qi, like a living Yama!

“Is he the Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General who killed ten great generals of our Holy Land?” Above, another great Yao Race member’s gloomy voice, with a metallic quality, rang out.

“What? Don’t you great Yao Race members even recognize the person you’re looking for yourselves?” The Fang Family Old Ancestor thought of these fellows, who had chased him for thousands of miles, and couldn’t help but let out a piercing sneer. Then, his venomous gaze suddenly fell upon the green-robed phantom in front of him, and he spoke word by word, with intense hatred,

“It was him. He led people to kill the ten great Yao Race members who were teleported out. This Old Ancestor saw it with his own eyes. This Old Ancestor originally had a grudge against him and was schemed against by him, only to be surrounded and pursued by you!”

Speaking of this, his tone rose, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly looked up at the several demonic figures positioned in the four directions high above, letting out a roar filled with contempt and hatred, “You were all played for fools by him without even realizing it! This damned Zhonglang General designed to use me to attract your attention, while he has long since escaped!”

If it weren’t for the Fang Family Old Ancestor still retaining a shred of restraint, he would have wanted to curse the several great Yao Race members in front of him as utter fools.

The four pairs of blazing demonic eyes sensed the contempt and sarcasm in his words. Their large eyes twitched, and a dense chill crept into their pupils. Then, a cold snort exploded like thunder, causing a ringing in the Old Ancestor’s ears and making some of the bloodshot veins in his eyes recede.

“Hmph, you’re quite bold. All Human Race Martial Armory deserve to die, and he won’t escape either. The Misty Sea outside the Ten Thousand Mountains is getting larger and larger. The only exit to escape is Youmen Pass, but that place has already been covered by a net of heaven and earth by the Holy Land. He has no wings to fly.”

“Hand over the mark, and this Lord will grant you your life, as long as you obediently listen to us.”

This was a great Yao Race member whose aura had reached the Wu Zang Peak. He seemed to be the leader of the four, the tallest, looking down with astonishing eyes, like the sun and moon traversing the sky.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had this demon finished speaking than a piercing laugh was heard.

“Haha…” The Fang Family Old Ancestor burst into laughter, appearing deranged. “This Old Ancestor has lived for several hundred years. Don’t say such things.”

Then, his tone shifted, his eyes filled with a hint of hysteria, “This Old Ancestor wants that boat!”

“If you give that boat to this Old Ancestor, this Old Ancestor will give you this Zhonglang General’s mark.”

“Where’s the boat?”

“You give it to me, it was originally mine!”

His tone was urgent, like a madman.

He had a deep obsession with that treasure boat! Because everything he was suffering now was due to that boat, yet in the end, it was all for naught, and he even sacrificed himself, filling him with intense unwillingness!

These words also angered the four great Yao Race members. “Why waste more words? This fellow has been asking us for a boat, and he even killed two great generals of our race who just came out of the Transformation Peng Pool. What kind of damned boat? We’ve never even seen it.”

“Just swallow him directly, snatch the mark, at worst, capture him and extract his soul to refine his spirit!”

The several Gǔdiāo became completely impatient, losing their patience. Their backs shone with dazzling treasure light, and with a shake of their great wings, the Void Realm vibrated. The countless feathers that were originally still began to move again, shrieking through the air, striking towards the Fang Family Old Ancestor.

Fang Shiqing’s obsession and hysteria were interrupted by the surging killing intent. He quickly regained his rationality as he once again felt the crisis approaching, knowing that he had overplayed his hand.

He quickly revitalized the black flame domain around him, saying fiercely but with inner trepidation,

“This mark is integrated into the Divine Fire of Creation that this Old Ancestor comprehended. When a person dies, it’s like a lamp extinguishing; you won’t get anything. Even if you trap my Primordial Spirit, it’s just a thought for this Old Ancestor, and the mark will still disappear.”

“Since you want it so much, then go get it yourselves!”

Hissing, a cunning glint flickered in Fang Shiqing’s ghost-like pupils. His gigantic Dharma Idol stomped heavily in the Void Realm, then he puffed out his mouth and blew hard.

Immediately, a fierce wind arose, kicking up sand and stones, causing the Void Realm to become chaotic. At the same time, a chill rapidly spread from his feet towards the surrounding Void Realm.

The Void Realm was solidified by white frost, and even the countless great Yao Race feathers shooting over were frozen by the coldness in that instant.

Then, his eyes, like lightning, split out two white lights, striking towards Chen Yuan’s mark condensed in front of him, cutting it into four halves.

“Seeking death!”

The four surrounding great Yao Race members, seeing this, thought this fellow was destroying the mark, and shouted angrily.

Then, they were about to dive down to stop him!

Seeing this, Fang Shiqing was not surprised but delighted. The remaining Divine Fire of Creation around him suddenly split apart, shooting towards the four great Yao Race members amidst the flying sand and stones.

The four great Yao Race members, who were charging down with fierce momentum and chilling demonic eyes, had their speed slowed by the cold-hardened Void Realm. Seeing the black flames rushing towards them, they roared or snorted coldly, unleashing brilliant divine lights to cut them down.

But the Divine Fire of Creation, containing Fang Shiqing’s lifelong comprehension, strangely ignored these attacks as if they were nothing, passing through them, and then enveloped the four demons.

The four demons instantly froze, as if caught in sacks. Their large and expansive demonic bodies were tightened layer by layer, unable to move their limbs, while the power of creation contained within was scorching their demonic bodies, which seemed to be cast from divine iron.

In a flash, the several demons were trapped by the black flames, as if confined within a black cocoon.

And this was Fang Shiqing’s last resort!

He knew that his last bit of divine fire couldn’t trap the four demons for long. After his eyes shot out lightning and cut the mark into four pieces, he saw these four mark fragments transform into four streaks of green light, scattering and shooting towards the four directions of the north, moving at extreme speed.

“If these mark fragments don’t reassemble within an hour, they will turn into nothingness. Then you fellows will never find the whereabouts of that Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General again, and even if you look for this Old Ancestor, this Old Ancestor will be gone! Haha!”

“This is the last gift from this Old Ancestor to you. Go find that Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General and kill him!”

Saying this, the Fang Family Old Ancestor let out a long laugh full of mockery. His gigantic Dharma Idol stomped forward, his figure rapidly shrinking, then transforming into a stream of light, escaping the encirclement from the gaps between the four demons, shooting towards the east, and quickly disappearing into the darkness.

About twenty-something breaths later, in this part of the Void Realm, a rumble sounded.

A colossal Gǔdiāo, shining with silver light as if cast from silver liquid, pressing down on the Void Realm, revealed its massive true form and broke free from its restraints. Its pair of brilliant silver eyes looked in the direction the Fang Family Old Ancestor had fled, letting out a piercing, rock-shattering shriek, wanting to chase forward, but quickly turned back unwillingly, splitting its several-dozen-zhang-long silver great wings towards the remaining three black fire cocoons.

Streaks of silver light transformed into countless dense Saber Qi, slashing down upon them!

“Boom”

“Boom”

“Boom”

The fire cocoons were split open, and the three great Yao Race members broke free, their anger barely contained. They wanted to pursue, but were stopped by the silver Gǔdiāo who had broken free first.

“Quickly go find those mark fragments. Finding that Zhonglang General is the priority. Then go kill that old coot and devour his Primordial Spirit!” This demon said chillingly, then its silver great wings, like clouds, vibrated, instantly raising a fierce wind. It then transformed into a blazing silver light, chasing in one of the directions, creating a huge sonic boom, with several dazzling halos trailing behind the silver light.

The three Great Yao did not waste words, revealing their true forms and splitting up.

They cut through the night in the other directions where the green light had flown, disappearing in an instant.

About half an hour later, the four Great Yao returned and gathered together.

"Found it!"

Then, the four Demon Generals threw the green light in their hands into the center, where they collided.

Soon, the green phantom re-condensed.

"That Human Race Martial Armory didn't lie to us.

It seems he really isn't a companion of this Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General.

Those Fa Shan Army are all hard bones that can't be chewed through; they are clearly very weak, yet no matter how many we kill, they are endless!"

One of the Red-Feathered Great Yao snorted coldly, its crystal-yellow eyeballs rolling.

"Now that this Zhonglang General's mark is in our hands, should we continue chasing that guy, or return to the clan to report the situation?

That guy is heading east now, entering the Zhujuan Mountain territory.

If we swagger in, I'm afraid those brainless Minotaurs will go berserk and cause trouble!

It seems that guy will succeed in escaping."

Zhujuan Mountain is the territory of Zhuhuai, one of the Ten Saints, and it borders the Gǔdiāo to the east.

Even though they are both Holy Race, there are conflicts and contradictions, and even they would not trespass easily.

"What's there to fear?

That old fellow played us for fools and even killed two of our Demon Generals; he must be killed.

Moreover, the other party has comprehended a trace of creation.

If we devour his Primordial Spirit, our Bloodline Power will ascend to a higher level.

Besides, this person is already at the end of his rope.

How could we just let such a Blood food escape and benefit those Minotaurs!"

Another Great Yao's flickering black pupils showed greed.

The other few Demon Generals also held the same thought.

"Then let's continue the chase!"

But just as the four Demon Generals decided to enter the Zhujuan Mountain territory and continue the pursuit, golden light suddenly appeared in the Void Realm in front of them.

Then, a golden lotus, about ten zhang tall and filled with divine light, arose in the Void Realm, and above the lotus, it was as if a Buddha was chanting scriptures!

Upon the lotus throne, a figure stepped out from the Void Realm and landed upon it.

He wore golden feathered robes, a purple-gold crown on his head, his golden hair was like golden threads, his eyebrows were crimson gold, and his eyes were long and sharp, with cold golden pupils that gleamed with a chilling light, as if they could perceive everything in the world.

His entire body was enveloped in a halo of light, standing there, as if he was the only one in this world!

Even those several Great Yao, like mountains, became tiny in front of this small human figure.

Upon seeing this person, the four Demon Generals' pupils contracted, and their huge demonic bodies immediately stooped, their figures rapidly shrinking to the size of normal people, their heads bowed, with a mix of surprise and reverence.

"Lord Mo Luo, you... why have you returned from the Western Pure Land?"

Among them, the silver-armored bird-headed Gǔdiāo stepped forward and bowed.

This person in front of them was rumored to be a Genius of their Holy Race, appearing once every thousand years.

At birth, he caused strange phenomena, resisting the power of the Seal to Awaken his Ancestral Blood, born with golden wings.

Later, he was taken as a Disciple by a Golden-Winged Great Peng who emerged from the Western Pure Land.

This Golden-Winged Great Peng used a great Divine Ability to take him out of the Ten Thousand Mountains and brought him to the Pure Land for cultivation.

Legend has it that the Golden-Winged Great Peng was under a certain Arhat in the Pure Land, possessing boundless magic power, and this Lord Mo Luo, having cultivated with him for over a hundred years, became a Great Demon!

"If I didn't return, the clan would be in Chaos.

Currently, the Holy Lords are still resisting the final backlash of the Seal and have not yet emerged from the Seal.

And you, so many Demon Generals, chasing a Human Race Martial Armory, two of you died, and you almost let him escape.

Truly useless."

Above the lotus, the golden-haired man's voice was like ice and iron, utterly indifferent.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, struck, and a black lotus flew out.

The black lotus grew against the wind, becoming a zhang in diameter, and on it, a human figure was clearly trapped!

It was none other than the Fang Family Old Ancestor who had escaped half an hour ago!

At this moment, what was trapped was his Primordial Spirit.

Fang Shiqing looked at the golden-haired man with intense fear and unwillingness.

He had thought that by using Chen Yuan's mark, he had managed to escape to safety, but he didn't expect to be blocked on the way and captured by the opponent with a single move.

The opponent was clearly a Great Demon!

His Primordial Spirit tried to leave the black lotus, roaring, "I gave you the mark, you went back on your word... Ah!"

Golden ' Swastika' symbols flickered on the black lotus, scorching him and making him scream, then he was repelled.

And the four Demon Generals looked at Fang Shiqing, who had been captured and brought back, their demonic eyes wishing they could devour this guy on the spot, for it was he who caused them to be called useless.

However, they dared not retort, "Lord's demonic might is unparalleled; we are naturally far inferior.

This person is sinister and cunning, and the reason he escaped is that he possesses the whereabouts of a Human Race Zhonglang General.

This Zhonglang General of the Fa Shan Army, in a previous great battle, caused the Hunxi Mountain (Feiyi) in the east to lose five Demon Generals, suffering heavy losses.

Not long ago, he even killed the ten Demon Generals dispatched by the combined forces of the Ten Holy Races.

Now, we have finally obtained this Zhonglang General's mark from this guy, and we must find him!"

The silver-armored bird-beaked Gǔdiāo recounted the matter.

"Oh, interesting.

I didn't expect such a character to emerge from the Fa Shan Army, which has been getting worse and worse.

Where is the mark?"

The golden-haired man raised his golden eyebrows, a look of amused interest on his lips.

A green light flew from the hand of the silver-armored Gǔdiāo.

The golden-haired man caught it, his golden eyes sweeping over it, where golden characters flickered.

Then his eyes blazed, and two scorching golden lights shot onto the green-robed phantom.

"Xiao!"

At this moment, a colossal phantom of a golden Great Bird blossomed behind the man.

In an instant, the world changed color, wind and clouds surged, the golden Great Bird's wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, its entire body seemed cast in golden water, and overwhelming Devilish Qi surged, like a primeval Great Demon.

As this demonic golden light infused into the green-robed phantom, the phantom instantly melted like snow, turning into a cloud of Qi, which then began to transform.

In an instant, the cloud of Qi solidified into a blurry image, enveloped by a layer of golden light on the outside, and covered by a layer of white mist on the inside, like frosted glass, making it impossible to see the scene clearly.

Seeing this, the golden-haired man frowned, and a cold, sharp whisper sounded,

"Even the Heavenly Peng Divine Eye can't fix it."

"Then let's try the boundless Buddhist Dharma."

As he spoke, he suddenly clapped his palms together.

From the golden light radiating from his eyes, a golden ringing sound like dripping water emerged, followed by golden Sanskrit characters the size of beans pouring into the fixed image.

And with this movement, the golden-winged phantom behind him suddenly transformed into a Buddha phantom with clasped hands, closed eyes, and bowed head.

In an instant, a grand Sanskrit chant resounded throughout the world.

At this sound, the four Demon Generals in front of him felt a ringing in their ears, followed by what felt like needles pricking into their brains, causing them splitting headaches, as if they were wearing a tight-fitting spell, and groans escaped their throats.

And as the tiny golden Sanskrit characters poured in like raindrops into water, the blurry image slowly began to clear.

The golden light on it shattered, and then, it was as if the mist on the glass was gently wiped away by someone.

But soon, the image froze again.

It was as if the mist outside the window had been wiped away, but the mist inside the window remained unmoved.

After a few more breaths, the golden-haired man withdrew his Divine Ability, the sky returned to calm, and the blazing golden light retracted into his eyes, becoming as deep as a dark pool.

"This Venerable clearly used both Demonic and Buddhist methods to wipe away the illusion on this person, yet I still cannot glimpse him.

It seems this person has Heavenly Secrets obscured and great Luck on him; he must not be left alive."

"Since it was the order from that old Demon guarding the Holy Land, it's best to hand it over to him to pinpoint this person's location with the Armillary Sphere!"

"As for you, return to the clan.

There's an unusual movement outside the mountains; you will guard the clan!"

Having said that, the golden-haired man directly turned and stepped into the Void Realm, disappearing into the night sky in the next step.

The golden lotus also dispersed with the wind.

The four Demon Generals, sensing the departure of this prominent figure of their clan, finally dared to fully raise their heads and saw that the Void Realm was empty.

Then, the four Demon Generals' gazes collectively turned to the Fang Family Old Ancestor in the black lotus, their eyes showing bloodthirsty and greedy light.

"Ah!"

Soon, a mournful scream accompanied by fear reverberated far away. (End of Chapter)