Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

Chapter 94 Various Tribulations, Northern Darkness Kunpeng

At this time, Li Changshou was hiding in a remote area outside Fengdu City.

He simply watched the great battle silently; his true form was not qualified to be involved in it.

The Twelve Yuan Chen Witch Gods' true forms reside there, having stored three thousand years' worth of vow power, half of which was consumed in the method of calculating the Three Corpses.

The remaining half only requires less than one-thousandth to push them into the fifth-rank divine position.

He stored up the remaining power of his vows, waiting for the right moment to use them.

The formation constructed by the Twelve Witch Gods incorporates the cycles of the underworld, divine positions and divine arts, and the power of the twelve Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, reaching the limit of the Great Luo Golden Immortal in terms of pure power.

Combined with numerous divine spells, it exhibited a wide variety of effects.

The invading Asura army and the Golden Immortal Indra were suppressed. Even though they possessed the immortality of Asuras, they were unable to move.

Li Changshou silently observed the situation, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Hehe, Houtu Niangniang and Yama, Meng Po, these two avatars held off Styx Daoist and his four demon kings."

"My formation withstood the Asura army."

"Almost all of the power of the Blood Sea side has been blocked. At most, there are ten more breaths before the fifth-grade divine position is completely stabilized."

"After the merits have been fully accumulated, the Twelve Heavens will become part of the cycle of the underworld, and no one will be able to shake them."

"This matter is about to succeed," Li Changshou felt at ease, as if he could see a bright future.

But at that moment, a figure tore through the void and quietly descended.

He was a Taoist priest exuding an aura of desolation, with a spirit glass lamp hanging above his head, its eerie blue flame flickering and its wick concealing a lurking evil spirit.

The Heavenly Dao's strange patterns were secretly engraved on the Qiankun Ruler in his right palm, while the purple-gold alms bowl in his left hand was filled with a desolate and deathly aura. The 108 dark-colored prayer beads around his neck flowed with a cold and sinister Dao rhythm, each bead locking in a wisp of annihilation. His body was surrounded by a vast and cold Dao aura, concealing endless mysteries.

It was none other than the Taoist Ran Deng from Yuanjue Cave in Lingshan.

Without wasting words, the Arhat Ran Deng arrived with a cold gaze. The Qiankun Ruler in his hand rose up, carrying a dark and gloomy light that seemed to turn the world upside down, and struck towards the Twelve Heavenly Yuan Chen Grand Array.

Azure flames, emanating from the spiritual palace above, descended and burned towards the hazy mist.

The purple-gold alms bowl in his right hand scattered streaks of dark purple light, as if countless dark and wronged souls were howling and heading towards one of the heavens. A huge suction force erupted, as if trying to draw the heavens into it.

The moment Ran Deng descended, he unleashed his full power, wielding two innate artifacts and one acquired magic weapon. The power he displayed was earth-shattering.

The Twelve Heavenly Arrays shook violently, and mysterious azure flames burned the surrounding swirling mist, causing it to hiss and smoke.

The Qiankun Ruler, imbued with mysterious Qiankun energy, seemed to freeze the power of time and space the moment it fell, affecting the operation of the Twelve Yuan Chen Grand Array.

Dark purple light fell upon a bright heaven, like a giant hand desperately dragging the heavens away.

The sudden appearance of the Taoist Ran Deng affected the situation, and Hou Tu, deep within the cycle of reincarnation, also had a slight change in expression.

"What brings Daoist Ran Deng here?"

Among the twelve deities, the one captivated by the golden bowl and its radiance was the Rat Deity, whose gaze narrowed slightly.

"It seems that Daoist Ran Deng saw the twelve Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, which made him sense an opportunity, and that's why he rushed here."

"Heh, you want to stop me from achieving enlightenment? It's not that simple."

The opponent was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the three treasures in his hands were extremely powerful, all of which he had brought to their limits.

The Ugly Ox Witch God unleashed a divine spell—Sealing of the Corpses.

This is a mysterious divine spell, its nature is earth. Once cast, everything about the person enveloped by the spell will become incredibly heavy, and everything will be sealed away.

A dim, yellowish light shot into the sky, and with the blessing of the Twelve Yuan Chen Grand Array, it directly rushed towards the Qiankun Er Qi that the Qiankun Ruler was descending upon.

The two energies of Qian and Kun were instantly enveloped by this strange, dim yellow aura, and the circulating Qian and Kun energies seemed to be sealed, unable to move for a moment.

The Twelve Yuan Chen Grand Array has returned to its peak operation.

At the same time, the Pig God also unleashed his exclusive divine technique—Xuanyuan Nahui.

The Pig (亥) represents the extreme Yin and the vastness of water. This divine art evolves into an extremely Yin abyss, swallowing everything.

The moment it appeared, it transformed into a deep, dark sea, directly plunging towards the spiritual fire that the lamp had dropped.

The azure flames were swallowed up by the dark sea, and the two were instantly locked in a stalemate.

As the final rays of light from the purple-gold alms bowl fell, the Twelve Yuan Chen Grand Array activated, instantly tearing apart the radiance.

Even a single acquired magical artifact cannot shake this formation, let alone the heavens.

The Taoist Ran Deng's expression changed. "How is this possible? He actually managed to block my attack."

Even though the Twelve Heavenly Primordial Formations diverted most of their power to deal with the Burning Lamp's attack, they still firmly blocked the Asura army.

The twelve sorcerer gods possess unfathomable and ever-changing divine arts, relying on the grand formation for boundless power.

Li Changshou watched silently from afar, nodded slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems they are the human tribulations caused by the karma of the Great Tribulation of the Divine Path."

His eyes were filled with contemplation as he silently considered what to do next.

The great calamity was not over yet, and he felt that things were not going to end so simply.

All eyes were fixed on the underworld; someone might suddenly intervene.

Inside Nuwa's Palace!

Nuwa sat up straight, her gaze piercing through the void, fixed on the underworld.

"There are actually twelve paths of the Wish Power Divine Path, which seem to bear traces of my demon race."

"To open up the path to divinity with the power of my demon race? This would create a karmic connection between us."

"But these founders of the divine path also established a connection with Houtu."

"Heh, don't you know that my demon race and the witch race are sworn enemies?"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a thought, a demon-summoning banner appeared in his hand.

This demon banner seemed to contain traces of all the demons in the world. Her thoughts entered into it, and a wisp of information silently traveled down to the lower realm.

This message landed in the Northern Continent, beneath a deep abyss.

Beneath this abyss lies what appears to be a bottomless pool, where a dark and mysterious palace sits quietly.

The palace was vast and boundless, painted with countless traces of demonic beasts and gods, and surrounded by endless demonic energy. It was the legendary Demon Master's Palace.

Above the Taoist's head was a cloud of auspicious clouds formed from the dark, turbid air of the Northern Darkness.

Amidst the black auspicious clouds, a colossal Kun swallowed the world, devouring the yin and yang of the Milky Way, and in a moment transformed into a Peng bird that blotted out the sky.

Upon closer inspection, he was bloodless, his skin as pale as cold jade, his brow bones were high, his narrow eye sockets were empty without pupils, his nose was sharp and cold, his pale thin lips were tightly pressed together, his face was constantly changing, and gill patterns and feather shadows appeared in an instant, his bones and flesh were floating and unstable, and his withered hair was scattered and covered with black patterns in the void.

He is none other than Kunpeng, the legendary demon master of the ancient demon clan's heavenly court.

A thought struck him, and an invisible stream of light landed in front of him.

With a raised hand and a thought, the past and future were instantly perceived in the eyes.

A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes. "Nuwa actually sent me to wade into the muddy waters of the underworld."

"They forced me to produce the Hetu and Luoshu to help Fuxi prove his Dao."

"Now you want me to force my head to target Houtu? Do you really think I'm made of clay?"

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