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Chapter 91, Sweeping Through the Northern Desert, the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes [Please Subscribe!]

Between the red-robed old man's ten fingers, crimson divine power surged wildly.

"Crimson Netherworld Burial!"

The old man roared.

The entire temple suddenly turned crimson.

Countless crimson divine rays shot out from between the old man's ten fingers, weaving into a huge crimson vortex above the dojo.

Within the vortex, countless crimson chains of Dao principles hung down like venomous snakes, each chain flowing with crimson Netherworld energy that corroded all things.

This is the most powerful and secret divine technique of Master Chiming.

Driven by the cultivation level of the first level of the Sendai realm, it can annihilate all cultivators at the Dragon Transformation realm.

Crimson chains wrapped around Su Ye from all directions.

As the chains passed, a hissing, corrosive sound filled the air; the bluestone on the ground crimson with the dissipating crimson aura turned to dust upon contact.

Su Ye raised her hand.

The five fingers gently clenched in the air.

The forbidden chapter of the Azure Emperor Scripture, Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, Annihilation!

A silver-white slash materialized out of thin air, carrying a pure intent to annihilate.

This intent to annihilate seemed to transcend spatial distance, landing instantly in the very center of the crimson vortex.

boom!

The crimson vortex trembled violently.

The hanging crimson chains snapped cleanly, the breaks smooth as mirrors, and the remaining silvery-white light on the fractures continued to erode the remaining crimson aura within the chains.

The chains shattered into countless points of light, dissipating into the air along with the vortex itself.

Master Chiming let out a muffled groan and took three steps back.

A look of horror finally appeared in his dark red eyes.

"Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor!"

The burly man behind him, who had reached the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, had already collapsed to the ground.

"The Demon Emperor—The Demon Emperor's Divine Art!"

Master Chiming gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together tightly.

A bloody gash split open between his brows, from which a drop of blood essence flew out.

The essence and blood burned, transforming into a dark red flame.

"Crimson Blood Burning Technique!"

Flames exploded.

The old man's aura surged, forcefully propelling him from the first level of the Immortal Realm to its peak.

The entire dojo shook violently under his aura, and the Twenty-Eight Constellation Moonstones on the dome shattered simultaneously, with fragments falling like rain.

Su Ye didn't even flinch when faced with the overwhelming, violent aura.

He extended his right index finger.

A purple-gold light slowly lit up at the fingertip.

The point of light was only the size of a grain of rice, yet it exuded an aura that made heaven and earth tremble.

Dao Jiezhi (a term referring to a type of calamity or tribulation).

A purple-gold beam shot out from the fingertip.

The fingertip is extremely fine, as fine as a hair.

Yet it was so dazzling that it could blind mortals.

Wherever the fingertip passed, space shattered inch by inch.

Spatial cracks extended out from the trajectory of the fingertip, like a piece of glass shattered by a heavy hammer.

The ferocious aura that Crimson Netherworld Venerable gained by burning his life essence was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of this finger beam.

The breath was permeated from it.

The fingertip pierced through the burning blood flames.

It pierced through the old man's protective divine light.

It pierced through the old man's brow.

The whole process was so fast that there wasn't even time to blink.

Master Chiming's body froze on the spot.

His dark red eyes held the final expression of his impending death.

fear.

Boundless fear.

Then his body began to dissipate into points of light from between his eyebrows.

His entire being transformed into countless specks of light, drifting throughout the dojo.

Under the Dao Tribulation's finger, both body and spirit were annihilated.

thump.

The burly man, who had reached the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

"Spare me—spare me—senior, spare me!"

Another young monk had already wet his pants, yellow liquid dripping down his trouser leg.

"We don't know—we don't know who you are—"

Su Ye pointed out.

A purple gust of wind brushed past their brows, and the sound abruptly stopped.

The remaining young cultivator from the fourth level turned to run, but before he could take a step, a purple finger gust pierced through his head.

Su Ye withdrew her fingers.

Three more corpses appeared in the dojo.

Throughout the entire process, Su Ye didn't waste any words with these people.

The temple was quiet again.

Only the lingering crimson aura on the walls continued to emit a faint hissing sound.

The Sage Yuheng slowly walked out of the stone chamber.

Her gaze swept over the palm print several feet deep in the dojo, then over the corpses on the ground, and finally landed on Su Ye.

"Transformation into a Dragon, Second Heaven; Reversal of the Immortal Platform, First Heaven."

Her voice was filled with surprise.

"Moreover, the Dao Embryo Phenomenon has not been used, nor has the Primordial Divine Mark Tower been used."

Su Ye turned around.

"That old man has been stuck at this level for hundreds of years. Although my level is eight minor steps lower than his, my understanding of the Dao and the Law is no weaker than his."

The Sage Yuheng nodded slightly.

"Well said."

"On the path to becoming an emperor, realm is never the sole criterion for determining victory or defeat."

"The depth of one's understanding of the laws of the Great Dao and the degree of control one has over one's own Dao and laws are often more important than one's realm."

She paused.

"I'm relieved that you're so aware of this."

Su Ye bowed to the Jade Balance Sage.

"The teachings of the patriarch will be remembered by his disciple."

The Sage Yuheng took one last look at the temple, his gaze lingering for a moment on the broken stele.

"Yuan Chen Saint King - He attempted to break through to the Great Saint Realm here in the ancient era, but ultimately failed."

She sighed softly.

"On the imperial road, countless figures who have amazed the ages are buried."

"Every step you take now must be more cautious and more resolute than theirs."

Su Ye nodded solemnly.

He took one last look at the dried-up stone pool and the empty source vein.

This opportunity came suddenly, but it was just right.

The Earth Fate Fruit was given to the Jade Balance Sage, and the Earth Vein Spirit Liquid tempered his Dao Embryo Origin.

The Holy King Yuan Chen only spent three hundred years comprehending the Dao here, and casually left behind a small source vein, which allowed those who came after him countless ages to benefit from his legacy.

Such is often the way things are in this world.

The Sage Yuheng raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

A dark crack appeared silently.

Her figure stepped into it, and the rift slowly closed behind her.

Only one sentence remained, echoing throughout the temple.

"Once you reach the Zishan area, be sure to wait for me to appear before entering the mountain."

Su Ye stood alone in the dojo, taking one last look at the broken stele.

The ancient characters on the broken stele gleamed with a faint, cold light in the darkness.

He turned around and walked towards the cave entrance.

Above the rift valley, the grayish-yellow sunlight shone on my face again.

Su Ye raised his hand and drew a purple divine rainbow on his body.

His body shot into the sky.

The sky in the northern region is forever gray and yellow.

The wind blew in from the northwest, carrying fine sand and gravel that stung my face like needles.

Su Ye rode on a purple divine rainbow, traversing the sky above the wasteland.

Several days have passed since we left the ancient Daoist temple of the Yuan Chen Saint King. The terrain beneath our feet has gradually transitioned from a crimson rift valley to a flat Gobi desert.

A wisp of black smoke rose straight up ahead.

Su Ye's gaze sharpened slightly, and he adjusted the direction of the divine rainbow, heading towards the black smoke.

His divine sense spread out like a tide, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

After an incense stick's time, a fluctuation of divine power was detected at the edge of divine consciousness in the northwest direction.

Bandits.

There were more than twenty auras, the strongest of which was at the Life Spring Realm, and the rest were all at the Bitter Sea Realm.

This group of people are besieging a caravan, and more than half of the caravan's guards have already been killed or wounded.

Su Ye's figure flashed.

A purple divine rainbow tore through the sky, covering a distance of tens of miles in an instant.

The caravan's camels collapsed on the ground, and the goods were scattered everywhere.

The bandit leader was a burly man with a thick beard and a cultivation level at the peak of the Life Spring Realm.

He rode on the back of an armored demon horse, his scimitar dripping with blood.

"Hand over the women and the source, and if I'm in a good mood, I might spare one of your bodies."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

He saw the purple light descending from the sky.

The purple light dissipated, revealing a figure in white.

Young, with a cold face, and no emotion in his deep purple pupils.

Su Ye raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers.

There were no unnecessary movements, just a gentle grip.

The surrounding laws of heaven and earth responded simultaneously, and countless deep, resonant sounds of the Great Dao echoed in the void.

Dense purple Dao patterns emerged around Su Ye's palm print, each one a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth.

Before the palm print even landed, the Daoist aura that resonated with countless Daoist principles had already pressed down.

The smiles of the more than twenty bandits froze on their faces.

Then the purple palm print fell.

More than twenty figures were simultaneously reduced to dust.

Along with the demonic horses they rode, the scimitars in their hands, and the armor on their bodies.

Everything transformed into the most primal energy of heaven and earth the instant the palm print landed, dissipating in the winds of the Gobi Desert.

The bearded man didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Only the blood mist slowly dissipated in the dry air, only to be quickly swallowed up by the wind and sand.

The entire battle, from start to finish, lasted less than three breaths.

The caravan members were all stunned.

The middle-aged guard with the missing arm stood there with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The caravan owner knelt down with a thud, shouting in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving my life!"

Su Ye withdrew his right hand and spoke calmly.

Are there still bandits ahead?

The caravan leader nodded hurriedly, stammering, "Yes—yes!"

"Two hundred miles north, in the Black Wind Gorge area, there are several large bandit gangs!"

"I heard that a group of ruthless monsters recently appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered several villages!"

Su Ye nodded slightly, and the purple divine rainbow shot into the sky once again.

Behind them came the sounds of the caravan members kneeling and praying.

He ignored them and headed straight north.

Over the next half day, Su Ye defeated four bandit groups.

The first group consisted of over thirty people, led by a Dao Palace Realm expert, who was killed by Su Ye with a single palm strike.

The second group, a dozen or so bandits, ambushed and killed lone cultivators by the roadside. Su Ye sensed them in advance and extinguished them with a single finger.

The third group was the largest, with nearly a hundred people entrenched in an abandoned ancient city, which they had transformed into a den of thieves.

Dozens of villagers, all survivors from villages along the way, were imprisoned in the city's dungeon.

Su Ye stood on the broken wall of the ancient city ruins.

Behind him, the strange phenomenon of the Five Elements evolving into chaos unfolded on its own, and the chaotic Dharma image in the hazy world slowly opened its eyes.

A massive hand of the Chaos Dharma Form emerged from the strange phenomenon, its five fingers spread wide, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Wherever his palm passed, the space was compressed and distorted inch by inch.

The ancient city's ruins were completely flattened by this single blow.

The nearly one hundred bandits, along with their weapons and magical artifacts, were all reduced to nothingness under the crushing force of the chaotic hand.

The survivors in the dungeon were protected by a purple divine power, and then gently lifted out of the ruins.

As they looked at the ancient city razed to the ground and at the white-clad figure standing on the broken wall, they all knelt down.

"An immortal has descended to earth!"

"It was an immortal who saved us!"

Su Ye did not linger.

He left these survivors some pure resources and a map marking the location of the nearest gathering point, then continued flying north.

He performed such acts of saving lives no less than seven times along the way.

Gradually, a rumor began to circulate among cultivators and mortals in the northern desert.

In a tavern in a small town on the edge of a Gobi oasis, people were whispering among themselves.

"Have you heard? Recently, a young immortal dressed in white has been heading north, specializing in killing bandits and brigands!"

"My third uncle's caravan was robbed the day before yesterday, and it was that immortal who saved them."

"My third uncle said that when that immortal raised his hand, ten thousand rays of energy resounded, and with one palm strike, dozens of bandits were all turned to ashes!"

A rogue cultivator holding a wine bowl lowered his voice: "I saw it with my own eyes."

"In the ruins of the ancient city, a strange phenomenon appeared behind that immortal, containing an even larger immortal. With a single slap, that enormous immortal leveled the entire ancient city!"

A descendant of the demon race nearby chimed in, "I've heard that he's an immortal from the Jade Pool!"

"His body emanates purple divine power, and his pupils are also purple; only that one person in the entire Northern Region possesses such a phenomenon!"

"Who is it?"

"The Holy Son of Yaochi!"

A collective gasp filled the tavern.

"Why is the Holy Son of Yaochi not enjoying his blessings in the Holy Land, but instead coming to this godforsaken place?"

"Who knows? Anyway, if I encounter bandits, I'd be thrilled if that holy son just happened to pass by!"

An elderly monk in the corner muttered, "Don't just get carried away with your joy."

"With so many bandits wiped out, there must be someone behind this who can't sit still."

But no one paid attention to his discouraging remark.

At this moment, Su Ye was standing in the air above a remote village.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

The sounds of fighting filled the village.

A gang of ruthless bandits is burning, killing, and looting in the village.

The bandits numbered about forty, and their leader was a burly, one-eyed man with a face full of scars, who possessed the cultivation level of the first stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

A one-eyed, burly man was grabbing a pretty young girl by the hair and dragging her toward the horse.

The girl struggled desperately, but she was no match for the cultivator's strength.

Su Ye's gaze turned cold.

He did not reveal his physical form.

They didn't even miss one.

With a single thought of divine sense, a vast expanse, as boundless as the sea, carrying the Daoist essence of the innate Dao embryo, silently pressed down from the high heavens.

The forty-odd bandits froze at the same moment.

All the bandits' bodies were instantly annihilated under the crushing force of that invisible divine sense.

Nobody knows what happened.

The villagers who survived the ordeal only saw those fierce-looking bandits suddenly turn into dust, which was blown away without a trace by the Gobi Desert wind.

The one-eyed strongman was the last to disappear.

His eyes were frozen with boundless fear, and his mouth moved slightly as if he was about to say something.

But before he could utter the first word, his entire body began to turn into dust from head to toe, like a sand sculpture collapsing in a raging storm.

The rescued girl collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

She saw a purple streak of light flash by at the edge of the sky.

The girl knelt down.

"Immortal————"

She murmured to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The surviving villagers knelt down and kowtowed in the direction where the purple light disappeared.

"A banished immortal has descended to earth! A banished immortal has descended to earth!"

An old man knelt at the village entrance, gazing up at the direction where the purple light had vanished, and said in a hoarse voice, "White robes, purple eyes, killing thieves with a single thought—exactly as the rumors say!"

A young man beside him wiped the blood from his face and said in a trembling voice, "Father, was the one who saved us really an immortal?"

The old man kowtowed deeply and said, "That is the Holy Son of Yaochi!"

"I heard from the cultivators in town that there are only two innate Dao embryos, and the one in white is the holy son of Yaochi!"

The young man gasped, saying, "Why would the Holy Son of the Holy Land come to a run-down place like this?"

The old man shook his head and said, "How can mortals fathom the affairs of immortals?"