Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 586 The Jade Disc Shatters, the Setting Sun Grows Cold; The City of Creation Collapses, the Turbid Waves Rage (Seeking Rewards and Subscriptions!)

"This monstrous creature is not a creation of nature, but a scourge of evil. The combination of the Machine God Clan's heritage and the human race's puppetry has actually created such a terrifying being. Puppetry is indeed a path to disaster. The Machine God Clan and the Creation Palace deserve to die!"

High above the shattered sky, Wugu Tu, the Great Elder of the Chi Demon Clan, was surrounded by a dense, lingering aura of bloodlust. His face was gloomy as he looked down at the desolate ruins below, shrouded in endless destruction and distortion of the world's primordial energy.

The Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation, which had existed for nearly 100,000 years, was completely destroyed, but the Chi Demon Clan did not gain any benefit from it.

On the contrary, Mahayana cultivators perished, and many of the clan's elite cultivators died in battle.

The once magnificent Jade Palace has now been reduced to dust, replaced by an indescribable world-devouring demon, a calamity born from the fusion of the Heavenly Palace's Creation City and the blood and souls of billions of living beings.

At this moment, its form was constantly writhing and changing, with metal and flesh rubbing against each other. Sometimes it was like a twisted beast, and sometimes it transformed into a chaotic vortex that devoured the stars. All of these exuded a ferocity and greed that made people feel their souls freeze!
Although the self-destruction of the two Mahayana Heavenly Craftsmen, Xuanji and Yuheng, failed to completely destroy it, they did tear apart its outer skin and exposed its core structure, making its movements heavy and sluggish, thus slightly reducing its ferocity.

As luck would have it, Wugu Tu was extremely grateful that he had acted decisively earlier and ordered the entire Chimo army to retreat before the situation changed. Otherwise, the combined power of the two Heavenly Craftsmen would have been enough to severely damage the elite troops of his tribe, let alone this "calamity demon" that was now showing its instinctive tendency to head towards the Western Sea Ruins.

The Western Sea Ruins is an extremely cold deep sea in the realm of earth immortals, containing unimaginable spiritual energy, deep-sea resources, and special mineral deposits. Only such a region has enough resources to support the survival of this monster.

"This creature has already developed a sliver of chaotic intelligence and instinctively wants to go to the sea, because only in the sea are there enough resources for it to survive and even cultivate."

"...If we can subdue this fiend, our clan will still have a chance to contend for the world!" With this thought in mind, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Wugu Tu's eyes.

The Chi Demon Clan has exhausted its strength in this southward migration, and has already lost several Mahayana cultivators. The clan's foundation is almost exhausted. The greatest benefit of destroying the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace has been devoured by the ferocious beast before them.

"I have always despised puppetry, but I never imagined that I would spend half my life dealing with these kinds of things."

Fate loves to toy with us.

"Set up an array ahead! The Blood Fiend Heart-Corroding Array, to block their westward advance!" Wugu Tu's voice was like the clanging of cold iron, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Behind him, countless red-skinned, horned Chi Demon soldiers obeyed his orders.

Wugu Tu spent his entire life fighting for his race, and as a result, his prestige within the tribe was unimaginable to ordinary people. Even if hell lay ahead, this Chimo tribe would follow their Great Elder and charge into it.

This calamity-causing demon's magical power is indeed formidable; it could even be considered one of the most powerful tenth-tier pseudo-immortal artifacts.

However, His birth was too short, and His intelligence was still chaotic. Driven by instinct, He went to the Western Sea, which was the right choice. But He only traveled in a straight line, which made it too easy for other cultivators to set up formations in front of Him.

Among the myriad arts of cultivation, alchemy, artifact crafting, talisman formations, and magic arrays, formations are the most difficult to learn, yet also the most commonly used, a way to overcome the strong with the weak!
As time goes by, the scourge of evil continues to advance ahead.

The remaining Chi Demon soldiers below acted on orders, disregarding casualties and losses, and laid out layers upon layers of battle lines and flags on the land in front of the calamity-bringing demon.

The scarlet runes spread like living things, connecting the malevolent energy accumulated deep within the earth's veins with the vengeful spirits and blood mist that permeated the surrounding world.

The wicked demon traveled westward in a straight line, slaughtering whatever it saw, which delayed things somewhat and gave the Chi Demon more room to set up its formation.

Standing in the center of a great array that had been sacrificed with blood, a dark red banner, its surface somewhat tattered yet exuding an aura that could change the very color of heaven and earth, slowly rose from Wugu Tu's palm.

The flag seemed to be woven from the solidified blood of billions of living beings, with rivers of blood flowing on it and wailing souls. It was one of the highest treasures of the Chi Demon Clan, a tenth-order pseudo-immortal artifact—the Blood River Flag!

However, this flag has been imbued with a spirit, and it is unruly.

At this moment, the flag fluttered without wind, and a cold and greedy will directly entered Wugu Tu's sea of ​​consciousness: "Fifty thousand...blood sacrifices of living souls with spiritual roots..."

"You are greedy, but I will grant you your wish. If you win this battle, I will give you another 50,000 units of blood food!"

Even among tenth-tier pseudo-immortal artifacts, there are differences in power. For example, the Heavenly Spirit Sword, the treasure of the Spirit Clan, the strongest clan in the Earth Immortal Realm, is far more powerful than the Blood River Flag. However, the Heavenly Spirit Sword only has a weak sense of self and will intentionally cooperate with Spirit Clan cultivators.

In contrast, the spirit of the Blood River Banner is almost like that of a living person, unruly, greedy, cruel, and extremely cunning. This spirit is harmful most of the time, but it can also be used to its advantage, forcing out far more extraordinary spiritual power from the spirit treasures by going to great lengths.

"Wugu Li! Mayaro! Help me urge the flag on!" Wugu Tu shouted fiercely, spitting out a blood arrow containing his life force, which shot into the Blood River Flag. Although Wugu Li was seriously injured, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.

The powerful alien warrior, Mayero, who had been invited with a hefty sum, chuckled softly. Dark sand surged around him, transforming into extremely pure magical power that flowed into the flagpole.

At the same time, among the elite Chi Demons deployed below, 50,000 people in a specific location had their blood-red aura suddenly drawn away from them. Before they could even scream, they turned into withered bones. The surging blood energy flowed into the array patterns and eventually surged towards the Blood River Banner like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea!

"boom--!"

With this massive blood sacrifice, the Blood River Banner instantly unleashed a ferocious power that could tear the sky and cleave the clouds!

The flag swelled in the wind, obscuring half the sky, and a chaotic blood river composed of pure evil thoughts, filthy blood essence, and fragments of heaven and earth roared out, blocking the path of the evil demon that was about to bring calamity to the world.

This river of blood seemed to rise from the very bottom of the Netherworld. It was filthy and viscous, capable of destroying the soul and corroding the bones. The filthy magical artifacts also contained a power of law that could "refine all spirits and return them to their origin"!

Roar roar roar roar...

The blood river churned, transforming into a massive, ever-collapsed vortex that emitted an immense suction force, forcibly dragging the enormous, monstrous demon into the vortex, attempting to pull it into its core and completely refine it!

The body of the calamity-bringing demon, severely injured by the self-destruction of the two celestial craftsmen, Xuanji and Yuheng, emitted a deafening, agonizing roar under the erosion of the Blood River Law.

It struggled instinctively, its terrifying power tearing at the blood river vortex. Each impact caused the world to tremble violently, and space shattered like glass.

However, this Blood River Banner was, after all, a tenth-order pseudo-immortal artifact, and it was jointly activated by three Mahayana cultivators and countless Chi Demon cultivators. The Blood River vortex was like a millstone in hell, constantly eroding the power of the Demon Lord and pulling him little by little into the abyss of destruction.

This refining process took thirty-six days and nights. Normally, refining a tenth-tier pseudo-immortal artifact wouldn't be this fast, even with the artifact's power, a formation, and abundant magical power. However, Wugu Tu was using the Blood Fiend Heart-Corroding Formation with the help of the Chi Demon army, and he also knew that delays could lead to unforeseen problems, especially given the major events that had occurred in the Eastern Heavenly Palace's Creation City. Therefore, Wugu Tu only intended to absorb this demonic entity into the Blood River Banner, to be slowly processed upon returning to his clan. For now, the focus was more on subduing and suppressing it; the refining itself was a gradual process.

Wugu Tu gripped the flagpole tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, exerting all his strength to maintain the Blood River Formation. With nearly half of the Demon Lord's chaotic and enormous body already dragged into the core of the Blood River vortex, success was imminent—

A sudden change occurred!

Just as the struggle between Blood River and Demon Lord reached its most critical point, and the three Mahayana cultivators focused their minds on the Blood River Banner, their perception of the outside world dropped to its lowest point!
A golden thread, from beyond the heavens, tore apart the sky that was stained red by the Blood River Banner without warning!
The golden thread was initially as fine as a hair, but in a fraction of a second, it transformed into a vast golden rainbow that spanned the universe, making the heavens, earth, sun, moon, and stars pale in comparison!

Within the golden rainbow lies the ultimate sharpness that cuts through illusion and penetrates all laws, as well as a majestic and righteous Daoist intent that governs the five elements!

The golden rainbow shines through the sun!

The target is not any Mahayana cultivator, but the pivot that is releasing terrifying power—the Blood River Banner!

"Pfft——!"

Fast! Indescribably fast! It even surpasses the speed at which the divine sense of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator operates!

The golden rainbow struck with unparalleled precision at the most crucial and relatively vulnerable point where the Blood River Banner controlled the flow of the heaven and earth's vital energy!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft sound, like silk being instantly sliced ​​by a divine weapon.

Immediately afterwards——

"Ahhh!"

"Wugu Tu...you piece of trash, utter trash! Kill him, kill him!"

A shrill scream, as mournful as the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, erupted from within the Blood River Banner!

The crimson light on the flagpole suddenly dimmed, and the swirling blood river, which had been flowing endlessly and was powerful enough to refine the demon king with the help of the army and the formation, suddenly stopped, like a giant python being strangled, and began to twist and tremble violently! The refining power instantly became chaotic!

"Who is it?!" Wugu Tu was shocked. His mind was connected to the Blood River Banner, and he felt as if he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with fury!

Above the shattered sky, four figures stood treading on the void, their robes fluttering in the chaotic winds and bloodlust. They were—

In the center, the Taiqing Sect Leader, Daoist Lu Cheng, was gently exhaling, holding the Five Elements Heavenly Escape Flying Sword. A golden light had not yet dissipated from the tip of the sword, which was the source of that earth-shattering sword strike just now.

His expression was calm, his eyes deep, the fire and golden light within them gradually fading, and a pure aura circulated around him, exuding a natural Daoist charm. He seemed out of place in this filthy and bloody world, yet he stood as immovable as a world-suppressing divine mountain.

To the left, Daoist Mingque carried an ancient sword box on his back. The box was slightly open, and the magnificent sword energy of the Taiyi Dividing Light Sword was drawn but not released. His gaze was sharp as lightning, firmly locked onto the alien Mahayana Mayaro. His aura was as deep as a deep abyss and as majestic as a mountain, cutting off any possibility of escape or sneak attack.

To the right, the Minghe Daojun's body was surrounded by Xuanming True Water, which transformed into a protective celestial river. The golden water sword in his hand shimmered with light, radiating a chilling aura that could freeze all things. His aura was connected to that of the Tongzhen Daojun, firmly enveloping the heavily injured Chimo Clan Third Elder, Wuguli.

Finally, Tongzhen Daojun stood slightly to the side behind Lu Cheng, with auspicious clouds surging above his head, and streams of energy descending to protect everyone. In his hands, he held the ancient-looking Eight Desolations Fixed Yuan Mirror, its light shining brightly, penetrating the netherworld, and simultaneously restoring and stabilizing the chaotic天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) within a thousand miles, forming a "Dao Domain" that was advantageous for their own battle.

"Lu Cheng, Lu Jingxu!" When Wugu Tu saw who it was, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and a chill instantly shot up his spine to the top of his head!
He never expected that the Taiqing Sect Master and the three Mahayana Dao Lords, who should have been held back in Tianjue Valley by Wugu Can, would come from the west at this moment, in this place, at this crucial time!
It turned out that after defeating the remnants of the Chi Demon Clan, Lu Cheng, after much deliberation, finally decided to seize the initiative and head to the Heavenly Palace of Creation. Thus, he was able to intercept this event.

Compared to the Heavenly Palace Creation City, the Heavenly Absolute Canyon is invincible as long as it holds its ground, but it is difficult to achieve more victories.

Moreover, Zen Master Xiaoyue is a Mahayana cultivator with profound magical power, and he is relatively able to restrain the Chimo cultivators. With him guarding the area, it is as stable as Mount Tai.

Of course, even so, Lu Cheng still brought his wives, concubines, and disciples out of the Heavenly Absolute Canyon, as one can never be too careful.

"Wugu Tu, you demons of Chi have acted perversely, sacrificing the common people with blood, and now you dare to refine a ferocious beast, bringing calamity to the spirit realm. Today is your doom!"

Lu Cheng's voice was not loud, but it pierced through the roar of the Blood River and the howl of the Demon Lord below with crystal clarity, carrying a sense of acting on behalf of Heaven to kill without offering salvation.

Before the words were even finished, the battle had already begun!
"Shadow Sand Burial!" The alien Mahayana Mayaro reacted the fastest, activating it the instant Mingque's aura locked onto him!
He suddenly exploded, turning into billions of tiny, yet incredibly heavy black grains of sand, which merged into the surrounding shattered spatial gaps and silently swept towards Mingque Daojun!
Each grain of sand contains a malevolent power that tears apart the primordial spirit and corrupts magical abilities.

"Sand Clan cultivators? Why don't you hide in the desert and go to your deaths in my human territory?" Daoist Mingque sneered, drawing his sword incantation.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Hundreds of condensed, tangible silver-white lightning sword threads instantly shot out from the Taiyi Dividing Light Sword Box!
These sword threads do not go straight, but are interwoven into a giant sword net that covers the four directions and eight wastelands, the Taiyi Dividing Light Sword Formation!
Wherever the sword net passed, space was forcibly sealed and fixed, and countless shadows that tried to pass through were precisely hit and annihilated by the sword threads!
A series of ear-piercing, grinding sounds of annihilation rang out, like thousands of vengeful ghosts howling and dissipating amidst lightning. Mayaro grunted, forced to reassemble his form in the distance. The dark sand around him noticeably thinned, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, the heavily injured Wugu Li faced the combined attack of Minghe and Tongzhen, and soon found himself in a perilous situation.

Minghe Daojun's Golden Water Sword transformed into a roaring Xuanming Ice Dragon, stirring up a freezing tide that engulfed everything.

Tongzhen Daojun then summoned the Eight Desolations Fixed Yuan Mirror. Under the light of the mirror, the space around Wuguli seemed to turn into amber that was gradually solidifying at high temperature, which made the already sluggish circulation of his demonic energy even worse.

Even more deadly is that under the combined attack of water and fire, any protective magic item will become extremely easy to break.

After several low-grade eighth and even ninth-tier magic treasures were quickly destroyed, Wugu Li could only rely on his powerful demonic body to withstand the attack. He wielded his great axe-wielding demonic weapon, letting out a trapped beast-like roar. Each clash of their magical power caused him to spit out blood, and his aura grew increasingly weak.

However, it was precisely because their clan had engaged in too much slaughter and become too deeply involved in the calamity that the surging calamity energy was difficult to resist.

(End of this chapter)