Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 480 Even after sacrificing his head, he still called out the name of his ancestor; the Five Elements Light Shield retreated silently (Seeking rewards and subscriptions!)

Above the golden summit in the clouds, the divine light and demonic flames receded like the tide.

What remained were scorch marks, broken swords, and mangled limbs scattered everywhere. The air was thick with the lingering power of thunder, the stench of burnt corpses, and an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood.

The brilliant spiritual light that Huai Zhenzi's divided spirit had transformed into was eventually extinguished, just like a star falling from the sky. Only the dark, ink-like mass of Five Fiend Primordial Qi of the Hunxie Ancestor remained suspended in mid-air, surging and contracting violently.

From within the protective aura, the sounds of bones tearing and spirits collapsing were grating. The body of this once-great demonic figure had been severed at the waist, his life force as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Lady Wanmiao adjusted the pearl hairpins in her hair. Although her eyes still held a hint of allure, they were filled with icy coldness. The Wanmiao Hehuan handkerchief in her hand moved without wind, spinning in all directions and emitting a sweet fragrance. She seemed to be locked in a fierce battle with a righteous cultivator, but as her magical power flowed, she was seven parts defending and three parts searching.

The blood skull atop the Blood Skull Demon Lord's head, forged from the souls of nine thousand living beings, cackled grotesquely, spewing forth millennia of filthy blood and malevolent energy that tainted the spiritual light of countless magical treasures. Its imposing presence was terrifying, yet upon closer inspection, his colossal, mountain-like Blood Skull Demon Body was silently shifting toward the edge of the battle.

These infamous old devils, who were known for their ruthlessness and ability to massacre cities and destroy nations, tacitly slowed down their offensive.

With Huai Zhenzi's distraction gone and his soul lamp extinguished, and the Yunxiao Mountain couple already severely weakened and no longer a threat, it seems that the "chance" of winning this battle still lies with the demonic path.
But who will lead the charge? Who will withstand the desperate counterattack of those bloodthirsty orthodox monks?
Lady Wanmiao and Blood Skull Demon Lord, these old demons, were only good at playing the sidelines; of course, they were unwilling to risk their lives to pave the way for the Hunxie Ancestor's unification of the demonic path. While fighting with swords, they were already looking for their own way out.

In one-on-one combat, demonic cultivators are cunning and ruthless, with unpredictable supernatural powers. Even righteous cultivators of the same realm often have to avoid their sharp edge.

For millennia, the Five Evil Mountains lineage within the Tongtian Dharma Realm has been able to stand firm and rival the Golden Summit of Yunxiao Mountain, relying on the magical powers and supernatural abilities of these top demonic cultivators.

However, once caught in such a chaotic battle, with magical treasures intertwined and the fight ending in a draw, the selfishness and self-interest inherent in the demonic cultivators spread like a poison.

They were more like a pack of ferocious beasts forcibly gathered together, swarming to tear each other apart and devouring each other when there was something to gain, and using each other as footholds and human shields when in danger.

Everyone wants others to fight so they can reap the benefits.

As one side gains and the other loses, the already weak and unstable aura of the demonic cultivators visibly weakens and declines.

Although the orthodox sect suffered heavy losses, their lineage remained intact, their resolve to protect the Dao was strengthened, and witnessing the fierce battle between the evil old demon and the ancestor Huaizhen, they were filled with a sense of grief and indignation, determined to fight to the death.

On the golden summit, the sword formation of the righteous sects, though dimmed, did not collapse. Each sword cry carried an indomitable determination.

Under such circumstances, the morale of the demonic sect naturally declined further, and what was once a winning proposition became increasingly difficult to win.

"Brother!!!"

A shrill roar pierced the chaotic battlefield. The disheveled, crazed Heavenly Forsaken Demon appeared, his blood-red eyes blazing with a resolute determination that disregarded everything.

He had been a fellow disciple of the ancestor of the Chaos Clan for thousands of years, and their bond was extraordinary. Seeing the Chaos Clan suspended in mid-air, its qi chaotic and teetering on the verge of collapse, this powerful figure of the demonic path, who had always been the right-hand man of the Chaos Clan, actually abandoned his own safety and transformed into a dark green streak of light wrapped in yin thunder and ghost fire, charging fiercely towards the churning primordial qi.

"Disciples of Five Evils Mountain, heed my command! Protect our patriarch! Retreat to the main altar!" Old Demon Tianqi roared fiercely, his withered, claw-like hands striking out repeatedly. Countless Yin Thunder Talismans exploded, shaking off the entangled orthodox flying swords and tearing a gap in the chaotic battlefield.

His goal was clear: not to kill the enemy, but to rescue the critically injured and dying Ancestor of Chaos from the vortex of chaos.

As long as we retreat to Wuxie Mountain, with the various restrictions and formations established by our ancestor over six thousand years, we might be able to stabilize our injuries and then devise a plan for the future!

This sentiment seemed so out of place, even somewhat "foolish," among the demonic cultivators.

Unfortunately, among the many intelligent demonic cultivators, this untimely loyalty became a fatal flaw, precisely targeted by the venomous snakes that had been lurking in the shadows!
Just as the Heavenly Forsaken Demon recklessly closed in on the Chaotic Ancestor—

"Fellow Daoist abandoned by Heaven, do not ruin your own life!"

"Traitor! Prepare to die!"

Two distinctly different shouts, yet both containing the same chilling killing intent, exploded behind him without warning!
On the left, Sikong Xun's eyes, which had always been as indifferent as a deep pool, now gleamed with a cold light! The ancient twin swords "Lieque Double Hooks" in his hand, which had once summoned thunder and tore through the sky, had somehow transformed into two thin, almost invisible silver threads, silently breaking through the spatial barrier and piercing straight into the heart of the Heavenly Abandoned Demon!

It was fast, so fast that it surpassed the limitations of the laws of space! Although it was a full-force attack, it already reached the level of the Instant Sword Technique.

On the right, Ye Yuanfeng, whose aura was as dull as withered wood, had a simple and honest face like an old farmer. His withered palm suddenly swelled up and turned as black as ink. The palm lines turned into writhing and twisting demonic incantations, carrying a terrifying aura that could annihilate all things and devour the primordial spirit—the Annihilation Palm!

It was slapped directly in front of Sikong Xun.

Change the elbow!

'Sikong Xun wants to kill me, Ye Yuanfeng wants to save me?'

In that instant, only one thought flashed through the mind of the Heavenly Forsaken Demon.

The next moment, he launched a full-scale attack on Sikong Xun, because he could only choose one and trust one, otherwise, with his current skill and state, it would be extremely difficult to stop two primordial spirit cultivators whose magical power was even higher than his.

However, the Heavenly Abandoned Taoist forgot that his fate and fortune had never been good.

Ye Yuanfeng's Silent Annihilation Palm became even more profound and refined. Suddenly, he changed his stance and silently struck the left rib of the Heavenly Abandoned Demon!
Boom! Pfft!

The magical light exploded! Blood splattered!
The pitch-black, annihilating palm slammed into the left rib of the Heavenly Forsaken Demon.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely chilling "annihilation".

As the incantation in Ye Yuanfeng's palm writhed, the incomparably tough demonic body of the Heavenly Abandoned Demon was like snow thrown into a furnace. The left half of his body, along with the protective demonic light, instantly dimmed, decayed, and turned into ashes and vanished.

Even the primordial spirit within its dantian emitted a shrill, inhuman scream. Countless cracks spread across the primordial spirit's light, and its soul power rapidly dissipated!
Almost at the same instant, the silver thread formed by Lieque's double hooks arrived in an instant. Because the Yin Sha Ghost Fire protecting Tianqi Old Demon was in disarray and several protective magic treasures had been exhausted in the previous battle, it entered his chest without any hindrance and exited through his back!

Two tiny wounds, however, seemed to have opened up a spring, and a vast amount of evil demonic energy mixed with the essence of life gushed out wildly!

"You...you...shameless...traitors..." The madness in the eyes of the Heavenly Abandoned Demon had not yet faded before it was replaced by endless astonishment, grief and despair.

He turned around with difficulty, his gaze sweeping over Sikong Xun's cold face and Ye Yuanfeng's sinister smile, before finally fixing on the Ghost Child not far away.

The Ghost Child did not directly attack him, but the Black Fiend Demon Lord in front of him also retreated violently, clutching his bloodied chest, clearly having been ambushed by the Ghost Child.

That's it!

The so-called "alliance of the demonic path" was nothing but a deception, with everyone harboring their own ulterior motives! Those who once called each other brothers have now become Yama, the devils who seek to take lives!
'Since I began my cultivation, I've been overly protected by my senior brother. Even those in the demonic path respect him, and few dare to plot against me. So I've wasted thousands of years of my life, thinking I've made a few friends, only to realize how naive I was upon my death.'

"For the sake of the ancestor... Pfft!" At this moment, what Tianqi Old Demon spat out was no longer black blood, but the essence of his primordial spirit with specks of gold.

The last embers of madness ignited in his eyes, and his remaining mobile right hand lunged at the churning primordial energy, making a final effort.

However, would Sikong Xun and Ye Yuanfeng, who were so close at hand, give him the chance?

"Hmph, stubborn fool!" Sikong Xun sneered, and the Lieque Double Hooks vibrated again. The gossamer-like silver light, like a venomous snake's coil, instantly wrapped around the neck of the Heavenly Abandoned Demon, and twisted gently!
Click!

It was as crisp as a withered branch breaking.

The head of the Demon Lord soared into the sky, with no trace of demonic energy escaping from the severed neck. His primordial spirit shattered completely the moment his head left his body, transforming into countless fragments of primordial spirit shimmering with eerie green light, like countless burnt-out dark butterflies, drifting away in the gale-force winds of the golden summit.

His body, having lost its support, fell straight down from mid-air like a broken, rotten log.

The Heaven-abandoned Old Demon, his body and soul annihilated!
This was true fratricide, turning against each other. Just moments ago, Gui Tongzi, Sikong Xun, and Ye Yuanfeng were locked in fierce combat with the righteous cultivators, but now they tacitly switched their focus, unleashing ruthless killing blows upon their unsuspecting "comrades."

They had clearly been in cahoots with the orthodox cultivators for some time, and had already seen that the demonic sect was doomed. In a flash, they chose to use the heads of their former comrades as a pledge of allegiance to the orthodox sect, even if it was despised by others, at least they could save their lives.

And this change is like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil!
The entire demonic faction was in complete uproar!
"Old scoundrel Sikong! Ye Yuanfeng! You're courting death!"

"You bastards! Wuxie Mountain will never let you get away with this!"

"Kill these traitors!"

A sudden outburst of furious curses, horrified shouts, and incredulous rants erupted.

However, what followed was endless chaos and panic!

The Fiend Ancestor was on the verge of death, his junior brother, the Heavenly Abandoned Demon, was killed by a traitor, and even a true disciple like the Ghost Child betrayed him and turned against him! What could be more destabilizing to the morale of the army than these events?

Once morale collapses, defeat is swift and devastating!
The previously manageable situation collapsed instantly. Although the orthodox monks were also shocked by this sudden betrayal, they reacted extremely quickly.

Wan Ziyi and his wife rallied, suppressing their injuries, and shouted in unison, "The demonic path's fate is sealed! Disciples, heed my command! Slay the demons and eliminate evil today!"

"As the sect leader commands!"

"As the Sect Leader commands." The remaining sword formation of the righteous sect shone brightly, and the sword energy, like a flood bursting its banks, crashed into the demonic sect's completely chaotic camp.

Without unified command and morale, individual demonic cultivators could no longer withstand this organized counterattack.

Screams, the sound of magical artifacts shattering, and the sound of demonic cultivators self-destructing in dire straits rose and fell one after another. The demonic cultivators fell like harvested wheat, suffering a complete defeat!
On the edge of this battlefield where the sounds of battle shook the heavens, there was an unusual calm.

Lu Cheng was surrounded by a swirling aura of the Five Elements Immortal Light. The five colors of light—gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow—circulated endlessly, evolving into sword light, ancient trees, long rivers, divine birds, and illusory mountain shadows, forming a perfectly round and flawless light shield.

Within the protective barrier, the four true disciples, Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yun Huang'er, stood solemnly, forming simple four-directional sword seals to draw upon the power of the four fundamental laws to bless their master.

Sixteen fellow disciples, their feet planted firmly on the Heavenly Dipper, wielded their swords in a continuous, ever-changing array of sword light. Though lacking overwhelming killing power, this array was impenetrable.

Whether it was a few scattered broken blades, dissipating demonic energy, or the probing supernatural sword energy of righteous cultivators, all of them vanished silently upon impacting the seemingly thin five-colored light barrier or the flowing sword net.

Lu Chengjing stood there, his gaze calm as still water, as if the earth-shattering carnage outside had nothing to do with him.

He simply watched coldly as Sikong Xun and the others turned against him, as Tianqi fell, and as the demons scattered.

When Wan Ziyi and his wife cast their wary and scrutinizing gazes in their direction, Lu Cheng nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

He neither argued nor participated, but simply guarded his own sanctuary while slowly retreating with his many disciples.

With Lu Cheng's cultivation level and the current state of the righteous immortals, plus the four true disciples around him each holding a seventh-tier talisman, they can work together to cast the "Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Talisman Array".

If he leads his disciples to fight back with all their might, the outcome of this sword duel at the Cloud Peak is still uncertain, and the Demonic Sect may even have a better chance of winning.

These demonic cult members are inept at fighting tough battles, but they are opportunistic, chasing trends and selling at the top, each one more astute and swift as the last.

Wan Ziyi and his wife Su Ying exchanged a glance.

This Lord Lu possesses unfathomable magical power. He effortlessly suppressed the two Nascent Soul elders, Bai Ling and Song He, just moments ago. Moreover, every one of his disciples possesses a seventh-tier talisman or treasure capable of intimidating Nascent Souls. His origins are mysterious and unpredictable.

At this moment, his aura was calm, and his magical power contained a pure and dignified meaning, which was very different from ordinary demonic cultivators. Most importantly, he never took the initiative to attack the orthodox sect.

At this critical moment of eradicating the remnants of the evil forces, it is truly inappropriate to create further complications and establish such a formidable enemy.

"Let this person go. If we forcibly keep him, although we may win, we will suffer considerable losses, and we might even allow the Chaotic Ancestor to escape with his life."

That's true.

Wan Ziyi and his wife quickly communicated with each other using their divine senses, and then swiftly made a decision:
"Fellow Daoist Lu, please make yourself at home."

Wan Ziyi's cold voice reached the Five Elements Light Barrier, carrying an obvious sense of expulsion, yet also implying a reluctance to delve deeper into the matter and a willingness to let go of the trivial.

The sword duels at Yunxiao Golden Peak have never been a true duel between good and evil. Often, the Five Evils Mountain side would invite righteous cultivators to help them, and the same was true for the Yunxiao Golden Peak side. However, since Yunxiao Mountain was a major righteous sect, it firmly held the moral high ground.

The Master of Chaos and Evil was proud and aloof, and never cared about or argued about this.

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng's lips curled slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips. Without saying anything more, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. The Five Elements Immortal Light suddenly contracted, enveloping his disciples. The group of more than twenty people transformed into a ball of five-colored light and quickly retreated to the outer edge of the battlefield.

Wherever they went, whether it was bloodthirsty demonic cultivators or righteous disciples who were purging, they all subconsciously avoided them, as if an invisible force was clearing a path, and waves naturally broke wherever they passed.

Seeing Lu Cheng and the others safely escape the Golden Summit area and disappear into the distant turbulent winds, everyone from Cloud Peak breathed a sigh of relief. With this immeasurable "hidden danger" resolved, the final act of complete cleanup was about to begin.

Wan Ziyi and his wife exchanged glances, simultaneously locking onto the primordial qi that had become extremely dim and was only sustained by a trace of demonic instinct, preventing it from completely dissipating.

The millennia-long entanglement of the Heavenly Evil lineage, the ownership of the Ascension Platform at the Cloud-Soaring Golden Summit, and even the future fortune of the Tongtian Realm for the next ten thousand years, will all have a result in their hands.

"Demon! Die!" Madam Wan Ziyi was the first to attack, her flying sword transforming into a furious dragon intertwined with ice and fire, tearing through the sky!
Sect Leader Wan Ziyi followed closely behind, and eighty-one Xuan Tian Ancient Seals flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a law cage that locked the heavens and suppressed the earth, directly targeting the core of the Hunyuan Gang Qi!

All the elders and disciples of the righteous sects who were still free, and all the remaining powerful magical treasures, supernatural spells, and incantations, were driven by a will for revenge and to end the destiny of the struggle between the righteous and the demonic. Like sparks ignited, they converged into a torrent that could sweep away the remaining demonic path into the dust of history and rushed towards the primordial energy that had almost lost its ability to resist.

From the defeat of the Evil Ancestor to the complete collapse of the Demonic Cultivators, the whole process, though seemingly slow, actually didn't take that long.

The Fiend Ancestor was entangled by the Five Fiend Demon Fire, and his life force was almost completely burned away. Although his evil skills were all-powerful, the opening of the Yin-Yang Universe Ring required the full power of seven or eight people from both the righteous and demonic lineages to complete.

Moreover, the Yin Ring was entangled with his Qi, making this attack from across lifetimes by Ancestor Yu Yangzi even more ferocious than a single strike from seven or eight late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Therefore, at this moment, the Ancestor of Chaos was still refining the Five Fiends Demon Fire, barely maintaining a wisp of life in his body. Fortunately, he used the method of forging his body with corpse energy and refining corpses, and had the method of enduring death, otherwise he would have died long ago.

His eyes burned away, his eardrums burned away, he could no longer smell or taste, his whole body was like rotten wood, and his consciousness was almost completely burned away.

The half of the body, representing the final mark of the Evil Ancestor, was about to be reduced to ashes by the final, glorious blow of the righteous immortals...

Mutations reborn!

hum-

It wasn't a deafening roar, but rather an extremely eerie, tooth-grinding, bone-chilling hum.

The sound was initially faint, like the frantic flapping of the wings of millions of tiny hummingbirds, but it instantly filled every corner of the entire Cloud Top Golden Summit, suppressing all shouts, explosions, and sword cries!
The air seemed to freeze instantly, becoming incredibly thick and heavy.

"What are these?!"

"Watch out! Gu worms! These are Gu worms!"

Countless divine thoughts and gazes subconsciously swept toward the source of the buzzing.

Suddenly, a multitude of colorful Gu worms surged out from all directions. They were densely packed and endless. Some were no bigger than a grain of rice, with sharp, hooked mouthparts and strange compound eyes, while others were exceptionally beautiful, their wings fluttering like butterflies. These Gu worms gathered at an unimaginable speed, instantly forming a colorful "carpet" that was tens of feet in diameter, constantly rolling and writhing. It was also rapidly converging and piling up towards the center, spreading upwards at an alarming speed!

Their target was none other than the collapsing Hunyuan Gangqi and the remnants of the Hunxie within it!
"Something has changed! Act quickly! Kill Yang Xiao!" A knowledgeable elder of the righteous sects exclaimed in horror.

However, it was too late in the end!

Boom!

The "carpet" made of colorful Gu worms instantly rose into the air, transforming into a huge "worm pillar" that was tens of feet thick and over a hundred feet high!
The insect pillars were colorful, with countless Gu worms crawling, rolling, and biting each other on their surface, while emitting a chilling buzzing sound.

A strange suction force that devours everything erupted from the insect pillar, swallowing and shattering everything, including Madam Wan Ziyi's Ice and Fire Fury Dragon, Wan Ziyi's Ancient Seal Cage, and all the subsequent attacks from the righteous cultivators!
The scene was like a giant abyss swallowing up a torrent!

The colorful insect pillar suddenly shrank! It left behind a huge crater and a cloud of black Gu powder that smelled of decay and sweet stench.

Where in the sky is there any trace of the Evil Ancestor?

A deathly silence descends upon the golden summit amidst the clouds.

The immortals of the righteous sects stared at the huge crater on the mountain and the scattered phosphorus dust. The triumphant indignation on their faces froze instantly, turning into disbelief and a deep chill.

The cooked duck... just vanished without a trace!

Who saved her? And who could, in such a situation, deceive everyone and control such a large-scale, bizarre insect-like creature?

What's even more chilling is that if a cultivator capable of controlling such a large number of insect worms were to join forces with the Evil Ancestor, how many of the orthodox cultivators present would be left even if they won the battle?

"Don't worry too much, everyone. That evil spirit was defeated by the patriarch and his demonic body was severed by the sword. Even if he was barely rescued by his fellow practitioners, he will never be able to rebuild his magical power in this life. What he is running away from now is nothing more than a stray dog. Why should you care about him?"

Seeing the low morale of the cultivators present, Wan Ziyi and his wife flew high into the sky and spoke loudly, which shocked everyone and finally boosted their morale.

"That's right. Ancestor Hunxie has roamed the world for almost six or seven thousand years. Even if he has longevity pills, how could he possibly live for more than ten thousand years? In the few hundred years he has left, he can at most repair his internal injuries and barely ascend to the upper realm. That would be a stroke of luck. There is no way he would make things difficult for you fellow Daoists again."

The highly respected Pine Crane God also stepped forward and said the same thing.

He was almost a contemporary of Yang Xiao, the founder of the Chaotic Ancestor, but the Wood Divine Art he cultivated was of average power and slow in its cultivation speed. Even after cultivating for over six thousand years across two lifetimes, he only reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. However, although the Wood element technique was moderate and balanced, it was more conducive to health preservation. Cultivating this technique also had the added effect of making it easier to recover from injuries and extending one's lifespan significantly beyond that of ordinary cultivators at the same level.

However, with his magical powers, it would be too dangerous for him to ascend to the Spirit Realm on his own. Therefore, although he was a senior, he had been advancing and retreating with the Yunxiao Mountain lineage for the past thousand years. He raised a son and shamelessly made him become Wan Ziyi's disciple, lowering his status, but thus he became a direct descendant of the Yunxiao Mountain Golden Peak lineage.

(End of this chapter)