My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Compared to Lin Ruoxi, Su Yue's injuries seem to be less severe, but the situation is still not very optimistic.

Moreover, at this moment, she hoped even more that she would be seriously injured, or even die.

Right now, she can't even stop Qi Yu, let alone send him back.

Although she didn't remember what she was doing in her past life, she could vaguely understand that Qi Yu came to this world again and again because of her.

While Su Yue remained silent, lost in complex thoughts, Lin Ruoxi was the first to react, turning her head to glance at Su Yue.

"Let's go! Before Qi Yu fully recovers, we need to speed things up. I've already made the arrangements!"

What wants to kill Qi Yu is the will of this world. Qi Yu is an outsider, and even if he is a spreader of civilization, he cannot stop the will of the world.

The demon and beast races, who were once driven off the continent by humans, are living well on another continent. With the help of the world's will, they will help her kill Qi Yu.

Su Yue fell silent, then looked north.

If Qi Yu had died here, there wouldn't have been many casualties, and those demonic beasts wouldn't have been able to return to this continent.

But Qi Yu is gone. In order to kill Qi Yu, the world's will no longer cares about anything else; Qi Yu must die.

The situation is now beyond her control.

In that case, many people will inevitably die!

……

Meanwhile, Qi Yu and Su Yun had already returned to the academy.

Qin Xiu and a group of Taoist disciples greeted them respectfully!

Qi Yu glanced at Qin Xiu and the current Taoist disciples, and smiled.

If we're talking about who the founder of Taoism is, then he is the true patriarch of Taoism. The Taoist Ancestor and the first sage were both his first-generation descendants.

"Qin Xiu, do you want to become a saint?" Qi Yu asked with a smile.

Qin Xiu raised his head and looked at Qi Yu in astonishment, somewhat bewildered, not understanding why his uncle had suddenly said such a thing.

Qi Yu smiled, then gently touched Qin Xiu's forehead, and a complete set of techniques was passed on to Qin Xiu.

"This is a qigong technique. Take a look for yourself! How far you can go depends on your own destiny!"

After Qi Yu finished speaking, he walked into the main hall. Qin Xiu stared blankly at Qi Yu's back.

Clang!

It wasn't until the door was closed that Qin Xiu realized what was happening and looked at Su Yun beside him.

Su Yun ignored Qin Xiu, turned around and left, heading towards the side hall, where Qi Ran's residence was located.

He became a saint, and Qi Yu shared his rules, directly skipping the stage of the Three Corpse Gods.

He can now create three clones, each with the same combat power as himself.

The Corpse God has been destroyed and evolved by Qi Yu's finger; now he is a true saint.

……

In the main hall, Qi Yu looked at the statues of the Three Pure Ones with a calm expression, then slowly raised his hand and pointed out with one finger.

The statues of the Three Pure Ones radiated golden light, which shone upon Qi Yu, bathing him in a golden glow.

The statues of the Three Pure Ones are worshipped day and night by the common people, and all the incense and prayers are contained within them.

The power of these incense offerings is the source of the immortals' power.

Qi Yu's initial purpose in coming to this world was to spread his religion and then absorb the power of incense offerings to complete his final transformation.

In his original world, the power of incense offerings had already been largely divided up, so he could only come to this world to preach and cultivate followers.

Nourished by the power of incense, Qi Yu's damaged meridians and dantian slowly recovered, and the surrounding space began to tear, with dark cracks appearing one after another.

Qi Yu's aura was also slowly increasing, and a terrifying pressure descended.

The sky above the academy, which was originally sunny and clear, began to be covered with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder, and strong winds, as if it were the end of the world.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning flashed, tearing a gash in the sky, which crumbled little by little, like a mirror being shattered in an instant.

After the sky shattered, what replaced it was a face without features, but upon closer inspection, it bore a resemblance to Qi Yu's facial contours.

Meanwhile, all over the world, not just on this continent, but also on overseas monster continents and in the endless ocean, various disasters occurred one after another.

Landslides, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, typhoons, torrential rains, and other natural disasters have occurred incessantly.

Meanwhile, in many places, many powerful individuals have sensed the changes in the world.

Then, without prior arrangement, they all looked in the direction of the academy.

The world is already guiding them, showing them where the real enemy is.

In the far north snowfield, the nine-tailed fox looked at the raging snowstorm outside the palace, jumped down from the throne, and walked towards the entrance of the underground palace.

The underground palace contains the remains of the strongest members of the Ye family throughout history, including the remains of Qi Yu's strongest reincarnation, which is the remains of the Immortal Ancestor.

When the Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit Lord reached the deepest part of the underground palace, as expected, the scene it had predicted unfolded.

The coffin of the Immortal Ancestor was broken, and the coffin made of Fusang tree was scattered all over the ground.

Among these pieces of wood, a young man with a fair complexion and a full head of white hair stood naked, his eyes somewhat empty and lifeless.

However, the aura emanating from him was genuinely powerful; the surrounding space could not withstand his aura and began to distort and deform.

The Immortal Ancestor, according to records, was the man closest to a true immortal!

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 127 Battle

A storm has swept the world, but many people are unaware of what has happened.

Qi Yu was assimilating with the will of the world, and he decided to wait no longer.

The World Will has no concrete power; it can only grant others the right to fight, but it has no fighting power of its own.

Lin Ruoxi and Su Yue were the people it chose.

Within the academy, Qi Yu's body had become ethereal, and projections of him appeared all over the world.

In the underground palace of the far north ice plains, the Immortal Ancestor's body began to slowly regain consciousness, and a strange power spread from his body.

The once icy and snowy ice field began to melt, the blizzard stopped, and a ray of sunlight shone into the far north ice field.

After the ice and snow melted, tender shoots emerged from the melting snow, radiating vitality.

The Immortal Ancestor's originally naked body was now dressed in a magnificent black and gold Daoist robe.

After regaining his senses, the Immortal Ancestor turned his head to look at the nine-tailed fox beside him, and then smiled slightly.

"Xiaobai, you've grown so big!"

The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit Lord narrowed its long, narrow eyes, looked at the Immortal Ancestor, and spoke in human language.

"Are you Qi Yu, or your master?"

The Immortal Ancestor smiled slightly and said, "It's all the same. We all share the same soul. I am both the Immortal Ancestor and Qi Yu!"

"However, my current state is more like a clone. Not only me, but the other reincarnations should have already returned!"

The Immortal Ancestor is just one of Qi Yu's reincarnations. All of Qi Yu's reincarnations from ancient times to the present have been resurrected at this moment.

One body can manifest a thousand forms. At this very moment, Qi Yu's clones are awakening in ancient and glorious imperial tombs, in dark lakes and silt, and even in mass graves.

Qi Yu has reincarnated in countless lifetimes, and thus has countless incarnations.

In the Confucian Temple of Qingyun Academy, the body of the Confucian sage, which should have been cremated, appeared in front of the Talent Stele.

The Confucian sage has also awakened!

This powerful figure suppressed an entire era!

When the Confucian scholars of Qingyun Academy saw the Sage of Confucianism, they were all stunned, and then they all knelt down.

Zhou Zixun and several instructors did not kneel down, but instead frowned as they watched the Confucian sage's back.

Their dean, Yang Xun, frowned. He sensed a familiar aura emanating from the Confucian sage—it was Qi Yu's.

The Confucian sage turned his head, looked at the people of Qingyun Academy, smiled slightly, then raised his hand and gently pointed. A surge of boundless talent soared into the sky and transformed into a dragon.

The base of the talent stele shattered instantly, and a golden light erupted like a volcanic eruption, spreading in all directions and merging into the newly awakened clones.

These golden lights represent destiny, the destiny of the mainland!

The Talent Stele was used by the Confucian sage to suppress and intercept the continent's fortune!

Therefore, since the time of Confucian sages, the fortune of the mainland has been declining, and even now, it is difficult for even a sage to appear.

Intercepting the continent's destiny weakens the world's power, making it easier to take over the world.

The Confucian sage, dressed in a light gold Confucian robe, looked at the scattered fortune, smiled slightly, and then spoke softly to the disciples of Qingyun Academy.

"There are problems with the Confucianism and Taoism you are studying, but don't worry, I will solve everything. All you have to do is do nothing, understand?"

The Confucian scholars who had not yet become masters naturally bowed in agreement, but the dean of the teaching department who had broken through to the level of a master frowned.

The will of the world has already revealed to them who their true enemy is. Although the Confucian sage is the creator of Qingyun Academy, he is also the enemy of the world, which means he is also their enemy.

The Confucian sage looked at the few people standing there, chuckled, and didn't care. With a wave of his sleeve, a seven-colored sika deer walked out of the forest and came to the Confucian sage's side, affectionately rubbing against the Confucian sage's palm.

Everyone here recognizes this seven-colored sika deer; it is the mount of the Confucian sage and a sacred beast of the holy realm.

The Confucian sage touched the antlers of the seven-colored sika deer, then turned over and sat sideways on the deer's back.

The sika deer moved forward step by step, rising higher with each step, until it finally disappeared into the sky.

Similar incidents to those at Qingyun Academy are repeatedly occurring across the continent, with the dead returning to life, and all of them becoming incredibly powerful.

……

Meanwhile, on Blood God Island in the southern coastal region, Su Chengying watched the strange phenomenon in the sky with calm and indifferent composure, as still as a deep well.

At this moment, his state of mind was the closest to that of Qi Yu.