Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Chapter 759 Showdown with Master Kong!

From the moment Jiang Yun obtained the first fragment from Gui Du, collecting more fragments was more beneficial than harmful.

This is not only to temper one's own Dao foundation, but also to uncover the truth behind the mysterious race shrouded in mystery.

However, the broken sacrificial talisman imprinted on the fragment of Guidu was indeed a great opportunity for the Dao Ancestor.

Now that the four primordial lands have agreed to remain silent, it's like a golden opportunity, so how could he not make a move?

"Besides, this struggle was destined to happen."

Jiang Yun silently recited the words in his heart, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as a sword.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the ancient path of reincarnation.

In an instant, the flames of reincarnation erupted from his body, transforming into a crimson-gold galaxy that surrounded him, causing the void to crackle and pop.

This move earned the approval of the Dao Ancestors of the Underworld—his choice to fight on the path of reincarnation clearly indicated his unwillingness to let the great battle affect the foundation of the Eighteen Abysses, demonstrating his understanding of when to advance and retreat.

On the ancient path of reincarnation, countless reincarnation slaves were terrified by the sudden burst of terrifying pressure, trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and knelt down on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the scorching stone slabs, their courage to even look up completely gone.

A great battle was about to break out, and the air seemed to freeze into crimson flames.

Hou Ming followed closely, about to step forward to help, but Jiang Yun gently shook her head, her voice soft yet firm: "Sister Hou Ming, you should observe this matter from the sidelines for now. I want to meet this Soul River Venerable alone."

She looked at Jiang Yun with a puzzled expression, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and confusion.

As her lips moved slightly, a thousand words welled up on her lips, but were blocked back by the resolute light in Jiang Yun's eyes.

She knew that the Dao Source before her was not the naive cultivator she had encountered when she first entered the Underworld, but a Dao Ancestor who dared to fight powerful enemies alone.

A Dao Ancestor from the Underworld who had some connection with Houming stepped forward slowly, his face showing a hint of earnestness: "Dao Ancestor Houming, let's observe the situation first. If Daoyuan is truly in danger, it won't be too late to rescue him then."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the usually aloof Netherworld Dao Ancestor nodded slightly, tacitly approving of this advice.

Hou Ming's expression shifted between light and dark, her beautiful eyes flashing with struggle and resentment.

Jiang Yun nodded firmly again. She gritted her teeth and, like a shadowy figure, slowly retreated to the ranks of the Dao Ancestors.

But her gaze was like two scorching flames, fixed on Jiang Yun's figure. Although the hellfire around her had temporarily subsided, it surged endlessly in the shadows, ready to erupt at any moment.

Seeing Hou Ming back down, Kong Zun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt annoyed again—how could he, as the Supreme Being of the Soul River, let Hou Ming disturb his mind?
He forcefully suppressed these thoughts, his demonic energy surging, his bloodthirsty gaze locking onto his prey like a hungry wolf: "Finally, no one will disturb us! Jiang Yun, today I will let you know the price of offending the majesty of the Soul River! The grudge against Guidu will be settled today!"

These words sent a shiver down the spines of all the reincarnation slaves on the Ancient Path of Reincarnation.

Many reincarnation slaves clenched their fists, their eyes burning with anger. In their hearts, Jiang Yun, though a new generation Dao Ancestor, was not arrogant at all and was far more approachable than the aggressive Kong Zun.

Unfortunately, their cultivation levels were too low, and they couldn't utter a word under pressure.

He could only swallow his resentment and silently cheer for Jiang Yun in his heart, while cursing Kong Zun to the bone.

Just as the situation in the underworld was changing rapidly, a series of booming sounds suddenly came from the direction of the River of Souls, like the roar of an ancient beast awakening.

The Dao Ancestors of the Soul River broke through the void and arrived. They were surrounded by the Soul River power that shone like silver. Each of their figures was like a moving demonic mountain, and their pressure was overwhelming.

"Suppress Jiang Yun! Make sure he can never rise again! Hand over the altar fragments!"

Their roars were like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth, causing the void to crack inch by inch. Countless black runes spewed from their mouths, condensing into a ferocious array of curses in the air.

"We must still let him release Dao Ancestor Guidu!"

Another roar followed closely behind. Wherever the sound wave passed, the cycle of reincarnation trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. The reincarnation slaves not far away were so oppressed by this aura that they coughed up blood and lay prostrate on the ground, unable to move.

This anomaly was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up countless waves throughout the myriad realms.

Countless Dao Ancestors opened their eyes, which had been closed in deep meditation, and their divine senses surged forth like a tide.

"What are those Dark Dao Ancestors up to now? Have they forgotten the terror of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

A Dao Ancestor guarding the borders of the heavens had a solemn expression, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance.

However, some of the Dao Ancestors in the heavens showed a dismissive expression and sneered, "Let them make a fuss. Isn't this a good thing? Once they all show themselves, the Desolate Heaven Emperor can kill all these Dark Dao Ancestors with a single sword strike."

At that time, we can then lead our forces to the four primordial lands and sever the foundation of the dark beings!

Their words were filled with boundless ambition, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

In a secluded cultivation place shrouded in numerous restrictions, Liu Shen's clear, glass-like eyes suddenly opened, her gaze containing endless laws of the Great Dao.

She gently raised her hand, and a flash of azure light pierced through the endless barriers of time and space, clearly revealing the tense scene on the path of reincarnation.

Her expression instantly turned serious, and she muttered to herself, "Jiang Yun, be careful not to expose yourself."

She knew that the secret hidden within Jiang Yun was the key to fighting against the strange race. If it were accidentally exposed in the great battle, or suppressed by Kong Zun, it would be an unbearable disaster for the cultivators of the Great Dao.

Under the watchful eyes of countless Dao Ancestors across the myriad realms, this earth-shattering war, which should have erupted tens of thousands of years ago, finally unfolded like a long-dormant volcano, inevitably drawing back its curtain.

In the void, the laws of the Great Dao surged wildly, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to vibrate violently, as if lamenting the impending great battle, or as if waiting to witness the birth of a new legend.

The demonic energy around Kong Zun suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt.

In an instant, his true form was revealed: an enormous white peacock appeared out of nowhere, standing proudly on the path of reincarnation.

The peacock's body resembled a giant connecting heaven and earth, its white wings spreading out to blot out the sun, as if it wanted to take the entire sky into its grasp.

Each feather was imbued with mysterious runes, containing a power as great as the creation of the world. Dazzling light surged forth like a tide, instantly filling every corner of the cycle of reincarnation.

The reincarnation slaves were terrified by this oppressive aura, trembling like candles in the wind.

Those feathers, in their eyes, resembled towering ancient sacred mountains, exuding a suffocating aura.

Those whose cultivation has not reached the Dao Ancestor realm felt their souls tremble at just one glance, as if they were about to be crushed by this power.

Kong Zun spoke, his voice resounding like a great bell: "Jiang Yun, let's go to the outside world for the battle; we can't fight here!"

This short sentence contained a hidden meaning. All the Dao Ancestors were shrewd and quick-witted, and they instantly understood his intention—what Venerable Kong feared was Jiang Yun's terrifying Cycle Dao Flame.

The flames seemed to be the most domineering law in the world, capable of burning everything and refining all things. Even someone as powerful as Kong Zun was unwilling to come into contact with them easily.

This is not a difference in cultivation level, but rather a natural suppression stemming from the primordial power.

In an instant, countless gazes were cast upon Jiang Yun. In everyone's eyes, this was clearly Kong Zun's scheme.

If Jiang Yun leaves the Cycle of Reincarnation, he will be unable to use the power of the Underworld to unleash the Flame of Reincarnation. And how much of a chance does he have against Kong Zun, the supreme being of the River of Souls?

I fear that once the battle begins, they will perish as quickly as withered leaves in the wind.

Everyone secretly speculated that Kong Zun's proposal must have ulterior motives. Could it be that he wanted to use this opportunity to force Jiang Yun to release Gui Du?
Or is there a more secret purpose hidden behind it?
However, Jiang Yun's response surprised everyone.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's as he coldly stared at Kong Zun, his tone full of disdain: "It seems that Dao Ancestor Kong Zun is afraid! But it doesn't matter, as long as you don't use the altar to bless him, I agree!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed away like a streak of light, leaving the Cycle of Reincarnation and heading straight into the depths of the Sacrifice Sea.

It was a vast, empty area, so quiet that you could almost hear the passage of time.

Jiang Yun had already made up his mind. He wanted to take this opportunity to truly test how big the gap was between himself and Kong Zun.

More importantly, the path of reincarnation is limited, and Confucius has a high probability of being able to block the flames of reincarnation by using the altar.

The altar in Kong Zun's hand was not like the one of Guidu Daozu, which consisted of only one piece; it had dozens of pieces.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if they win, their trump card will be exposed, and they certainly cannot truly suppress Kong Zun, making it a losing proposition.

Instead, he wanted to see how big the gap was between him and Kong Zun. He had made rapid progress in recent years, and he was itching to try.

Deep within the sea lies an ancient battlefield, resembling a graveyard forgotten by time.

Once upon a time, a devastating war erupted here, a war so powerful it shook the heavens and the myriad worlds. Countless worlds shattered like fragile glass in that cataclysm.

At this moment, the shattered remains of the world, like silent ghosts, slowly rise and fall in the pitch-black sea of ​​sacrifice. Each fragment is etched with the vicissitudes of time and the great laws of death, adding endless desolation to this space.

As Jiang Yun stepped out of the Cycle of Reincarnation and into this area, his proud Cycle of Reincarnation Flame vanished in an instant, like a candle flame battered by a storm or a withered tree without roots.

This sudden change left all the Dao Ancestors who were watching the battle dumbfounded, and even Kong Zun was slightly taken aback.

But in an instant, a flame of wild joy ignited in his eyes, as if a hungry wolf had spotted its unsuspecting prey.

"Fine! I don't need the altar's blessing to deal with you, and don't even think about using the Flame of Reincarnation to show off your power!"

Confucius burst into laughter, the sound waves rippling through the void.

He flashed and stood firmly on the sea of ​​sacrifice, releasing his aura without reservation. A pressure as heavy as a mountain surged towards Jiang Yun like a tidal wave.

The Dao Ancestors watching from afar shook their heads and sighed upon seeing this.

In their view, Jiang Yun's agreement to Kong Zun's request was tantamount to tying his own hands, and this battle was likely to end badly; he was practically playing with his own life.

On the path of reincarnation, after Kong Zun left, the reincarnation slaves who had been tormented by the oppression finally breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, worry crept into their hearts again. Their eyes followed the direction of the sacrificial sea, and they silently prayed for Jiang Yun.

In the underworld, Hou Ming was already extremely anxious, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and concern. She wished she could immediately transform into a streak of light and rush to the sacrificial sea to help Jiang Yun.

However, the Dao Ancestor of the Heavenly Realm blocked her path at just the right moment.

"Hou Ming, rest assured, although the Netherworld Dao Ancestor has not yet made a move, he will definitely not sit idly by."

If Daoyuan is truly in dire straits, he will definitely come to his rescue in time!

Di Tian spoke calmly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

Hou Ming was slightly taken aback. After thinking carefully for a moment, he finally understood the key point.

Although Jiang Yun's previous explanation had dispelled the anger of the Netherworld Dao Ancestor, the fact remained that he had violated the agreement between the four origin lands.

If we ignore this matter, wouldn't the solemn agreement become a joke?
The Underworld Dao Ancestor's decision to allow Kong Zun and Jiang Yun to fight was actually part of a different plan—to teach Jiang Yun a lesson and make him suffer, while also deterring other Dao Ancestors who harbored ill intentions and attempted to break the agreement.

The underlying meaning is self-evident: if you want to break the agreement, you should first consider whether you can withstand the punishment of a powerful figure like Kong Zun!

While instructing Ditian to obstruct the attack, Mingyu's body was covered in Dao marks, ready to strike at any moment.

This can be considered a silent guarantee, at least indicating that Jiang Yun's life would not be in danger, and that he would not actually be suppressed or perish.

Although he was the Dark Dao Ancestor, Kong Zun's body emitted a pure white light, as if it contained the power to create the world.

If he could truly reach the Immortal Emperor realm, this power would be enough to easily disintegrate countless worlds like crumpled paper kites, turning the vast land of the Sacrifice Sea into a lifeless, desolate wasteland.

However, perhaps the shackles of the Heavenly Dao rules were too heavy, or perhaps the red thread of fate had already been predetermined, and countless sacrificial spirits flowed away, yet Kong Zun always lingered outside that crucial door.

In terms of cultivation, he was not as good as Mingyu, who became a Dao Ancestor later than him.

The white light was like the sharpest paper cutter in the world; wherever it passed, all power was easily dismantled.

Jiang Yun dared not hold back in the slightest. The more than three million bloodline runes around his body trembled like war drums being struck, bursting out with their strongest power in an attempt to resist the invasion of this terrifying white light.

However, Kong Zun's pressure was too overwhelming, like ancient divine mountains pressing down on Jiang Yun, causing the shining bloodline runes to dim slightly, and even the black altar phantom floating above his head trembled under this pressure.

Even without the power of the altar, Kong Zun's strength was still among the top ranks below the Immortal Emperor, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Endless white light surged in like a tide, almost completely engulfing Jiang Yun.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to have been erased from existence, returning to a state of nothingness before the creation of chaos.

The already damaged realm, under the impact of this power, was like fragile glass, instantly collapsing into scattered dust. Then, even the dust disappeared without a trace in the white light, leaving no trace of its existence.

This earth-shattering scene drew the attention of all the Dao Ancestors in the myriad realms, whose divine senses surged forth like a tide, locking onto the battle.

(End of this chapter)