Among the four present, only Li Qing could maintain clarity. He was still puzzled—what was the Blood Demon’s purpose in doing all this? To unify the Sichuan cultivation world?
With the Blood Demon’s strength and aptitude, wouldn’t ascending to immortality be far more alluring? Why go to all this trouble?
"Blood Demon, with your aptitude, you’ll surely ascend to immortality within a few hundred years. Why commit such atrocities? What is your true goal?"
The Blood Demon glanced at Li Qing, who had remained calm, with moments of unexpected respect. But he had not come here to seek understanding or sympathy; how could he possibly reveal his true intentions?
"Heh heh, hahahaha... So what if I ascend? Ah Yao has already perished, her soul scattered—what I want is a world with Ah Yao in it!"
Finished speaking, his expression twisted into madness as he formed a Dharma Seal. Several Blood Pythons emerged from the bloody mist and rushed toward the group of four. The Xuantian Sect cultivator had long been unable to suppress himself. Clutching the Sun and Moon Divine Stone before his chest with both hands, his mana surged as a platinum fire sword, over ten meters long, burst forth. With an enraged roar, he swept it horizontally, reducing several Blood Pythons to ash.
Watching the Platinum Sword, the Blood Demon’s eyes sparkled with intrigue.
"It seems you didn’t arrive unprepared after all."
He raised his hand, gripping the air. A blood-red Demon Gun materialized, formed from the demonic qi he had extracted from the God Slaying Spear, reshaped into a new weapon.
The Xuantian Sect cultivator brandished his sword in a fierce thrust, the scorching sword light dispelling the encroaching blood mist, slicing directly toward the Blood Demon. Yet, unperturbed, the Blood Demon swung the Blood Spear forward, clashing head-on with the radiant force of the platinum blade.
While the gun light from the Blood Spear wasn’t as powerful as the Platinum Sword, it was continuously replenished by the endless blood mist. Though the Xuantian Sect cultivator appeared to have the upper hand temporarily, it was evident that prolonging the fight would only lead to his defeat.
Li Qing could no longer dwell on the reasons behind it all. After exchanging glances with Yang Yuhuan and Jing An, he immediately shouted, "We’ll assist you!" and charged forward wielding the Nanming Lihuo Sword.
Though Jing An had expended significant energy earlier, he recovered quickly. With a furious yell, he unleashed the Vajra Buddha Demon, a three-meter-tall golden Buddha, and charged into the fray once more.
Yang Yuhuan, being weaker in close combat, stayed at a distance, casting supportive spells to aid the trio. It had to be said that both the Platinum Sword and the Nanming Lihuo Sword were highly effective against the Blood Demon, their blazing flames rapidly evaporating vast swaths of blood mist.
Yet, far too many cultivators had perished in this area.
Though the Blood Demon fought fiercely against the three, he eventually failed to counteract them all. Faced with two Immortal Swords, he chose to endure a blow from Jing An instead.
Jing An roared, "Tathagata Divine Palm!" The hand of the golden Buddha statue appeared to glisten with a crystalline radiance. The terrifying surge of power caused the surrounding air to reverberate ominously.
Boom! The palm struck directly, obliterating the Blood Demon into a bloody mist.
In the sky, Puxian arched an eyebrow as he observed the Tathagata Divine Palm. The Buddhist sect was known for its Angry-eyed Vajra, but this technique of Jing An’s, named the Tathagata Divine Palm, was more aptly described as the Mighty Divine Palm. Teaching this move to Jin Chan—was that truly wise?
Would Jin Chan use it all the way to the Western Heaven during their pilgrimage?
Nezha, on the other hand, found Jing An’s technique somewhat lacking—simply not powerful enough.
Down below, the four of them personally witnessed the Blood Demon being reduced to a bloody mist. Scanning the area with Divine Sense, they found no trace of the Blood Demon and were momentarily perplexed. Could this formidable adversary have truly perished just like that?
A moment later, they noticed that the blood mist below showed no signs of dissipating. Alertness immediately returned to them—sure enough, countless blood spears erupted from the mist, shooting toward them. The four fought desperately to defend themselves, but the blood spears seemed infinite, each infused with potent mana. Each time one was shattered, it exploded violently.
The Xuantian Sect cultivator and Li Qing, wielders of Immortal Artifacts, managed to hold their ground, but Yang Yuhuan and Jing An soon began to struggle, their mana running low. Seeing Yang Yuhuan imperiled, Li Qing’s face darkened. He raised the Nanming Lihuo Sword before him in defense against the spears.
Biting his finger, he forced out essence blood, forming a seal. Pointing to the heavens, he shouted, "Pardon·Summoning Thunder!"
The essence of this technique could be summarized as: I, as someone under Emperor Ziwei’s protection, demand your respect.
At this moment, Nezha, who was present as Emperor Ziwei’s subordinate, nodded toward several Thunder Department Gods who had been summoned. Instantly, fierce winds howled as dark clouds gathered, thunderbolts descending violently, bypassing the four and striking below in a torrential storm.
Thunder and lightning, known for driving away demons and dispelling evil, were immensely destructive against demonic beings. However, the Blood Demon was no ordinary demon—he was a cultivator proficient in the Buddhist, Daoist, and demonic paths.
Although the lightning weakened the Blood Fog Formation significantly, it caused less direct harm to the Blood Demon himself than anticipated. Still, the relentless assault of thunderbolts broke apart the blood spears and thinned the blood mist considerably.
Yang Yuhuan, who had thus far remained relatively passive in the battle, acted decisively. She triggered the first volume of the Nameless Heavenly Book: Breaking Sun and Chasing Moon, Moving Stars and Changing Constellations.
Looking on from above, Nezha couldn’t help but sigh: ...
So my godmother really favors Yang Yuhuan, huh? Even dragging me into the mix.
As the thunderclouds dissipated, Nezha pointed to the sky. Energy from the Sun Star began to gather, and before long, a blazing "sun" illuminated the plains below. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel{f}ire.net
The power of the Sun Star wasn’t Nezha’s own—it was accessible to many Daoist Immortals, though Nezha’s authority allowed him greater control and access to it than most.
To those skilled in cultivation, it was apparent this was merely a projection. Yet to the untrained, it seemed that a second sun had risen over Emei.
The divine radiance of the Sun Star flooded the area, swiftly dissolving the blood mist across a thousand kilometers. Within the mist, the Blood Demon sneered contemptuously, his gaze falling on Yang Yuhuan. It was clear he realized this wasn’t her own power.
But now, the moment of reckoning had arrived. Channeling the full power of the Blood God Scripture, immersed in endless blood, he seemed to awaken a primal instinct. The blood surrounding him began to coalesce into vein-like patterns, voraciously absorbing mana and nutrients from the remaining blood mist. His cultivation surged violently, ascending at an alarming pace.