Chapter 491
This time, even the immortal Luo from Haori Mountain changed his expression. He stepped back, and a precious orb flew from above his head, enveloping the five sect members behind him.
In the Jiushan Realm, the Sun and Moon Bell rang twice with a low hum, its indestructible body cracking with just a single breath!
The sound of the Sun and Moon Bell fell silent, as if mourning.
The previously intact world barrier now bore a large crack, just like the Sun and Moon Bell!
The Jiushan Realm was broken!
The Great Freedom Demon Emperor seized the opportunity perfectly. Just moments ago, Senior Sister Zhang had used the Pure Bamboo to awaken Zheng Fa, and her spiritual power and soul had not yet fully recovered, leaving her unable to resist the myriad demon banner.
Or perhaps, this was the very intention behind that glance!
The myriad demon banner pierced through the crack into the Jiushan Realm, heading straight for Zheng Fa and his companions in the Heavenly Palace of Nine Islands.
On the banner, the totems of countless demons appeared particularly ferocious in Zheng Fa's eyes!
The Fusang tree within Zheng Fa seemed to be ignited with rage; it trembled, and a shadow of the Fusang tree stood behind him. This tree, born from the Jiushan Realm, towered before the people of the Xuanwei Realm like a colossal pillar reaching for the heavens.
Its shape was peculiar, devoid of branches and leaves, yet it exuded the essence of the beginning of all life, carrying the breath of primordial wisdom that made one’s heart ache at the sight.
The totems on the myriad demon banner dared not act recklessly, bowing their heads as if in worship of this magnificent, radiant, ancient divine tree.
Even the myriad demon banner, which had obscured half the sky, rapidly shrank, transforming into a height of two people, as if it were submitting beneath the Fusang tree!
The Pure Bamboo in Senior Sister Zhang's hand shimmered, golden light spreading over the wounds of the Jiushan Realm, taking the chance to seal the crack.
With one failed strike, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor was not angry; instead, he was overjoyed, finally speaking:
“Demon Emperor Dao Fruit!”
His tone was filled with anticipation, determination, and a willingness to risk everything.
“Fusang tree!”
Another voice, even more excited than his, rang out!
The immortal Luo from Haori Mountain gazed at the still-standing Fusang tree between heaven and earth, his usually expressionless face now animated. His aura surged, and the precious orb above his head shone brightly, illuminating the vast sky.
Clearly, he was about to make a move!
Behind him, the heart of the First Seat of Mingde sank heavily.
At this moment, everything became clear...
Why Zheng Fa sought the Haori Fusang.
Why the Great Freedom Demon Emperor was determined to fight Zheng Fa to the death.
And now, what was the immortal Luo from Haori Mountain thinking?
Who could have imagined that Zheng Fa could truly cultivate a Fusang tree?
Remarkable!
The problem was, it was too remarkable...
He looked at the back of the immortal Luo; just moments ago, even when he sought help, the immortal Luo had refused to act.
Now, this person was poised to strike.
But he would rather this person not act... because at this point, the first target of the immortal Luo was likely not the Great Freedom Demon Emperor!
Zheng Fa, however, had no time to consider what the Haori Mountain's Dao Fruit was thinking.
Perhaps wary of the immortal Luo, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor held nothing back.
His silver robe transformed into a night shroud, obscuring the sunlight above, while the jade seal beside him morphed into a full moon.
Under the full moon, the tides surged ever more violently.
The demon clan under his command knelt one by one, softly chanting:
“The Demon Emperor descends, dominating the skies.
The Heavenly Palace looms high, overlooking the chaos.
All races bow in submission, who dares to defy?
The vast sea submits, the mountains bow low.
Heaven and earth share the same respect, a prosperous age forever.”
Whether it was Zheng Fa, the immortal Luo, or everyone else, it felt as if they had entered a real yet grand world.
The Thirty-Three Palaces stood above the Nine Heavens, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor seated in the grand hall, looking at them as if they were mere pigs, dogs, or plants, filled with indifference.
Below the Heavenly Palace, countless demons cheered, myriad spirits worshipped, and the human race bowed in reverence.
Just as the chant suggested, the demon race ruled over heaven and earth.
Not to mention Zheng Fa, even the previously soaring aura of the immortal Luo was gradually suppressed by this lofty illusion of the Heavenly Emperor.
The First Seat of Mingde felt as if a mountain of immense weight pressed down upon him, his inner Yang God trembling and fracturing, as if he could only ease the pressure by kneeling.
Zheng Fa, at the forefront, bore a pressure perhaps ten or a hundred times greater. The Fusang tree that supported the sky was bending under the strain.
What was once a robust divine tree now swayed like an inconspicuous blade of grass beneath the grandeur of the Heavenly Palace.
“Luo, the immortal!”
“How ruthless…”
Ruthless?
The First Seat of Mingde strained to look up and noticed the clue:
Those myriad demons kneeling on the surface of the sea, chanting their incantations, one after another, transformed into golden ashes.
The ashes flew into the sky, as if forging the throne beneath the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, further amplifying his already overwhelming aura.
Even if it wasn’t the Dao Fruit, the First Seat of Mingde vaguely understood:
“All beings serve me… this Great Freedom Demon Emperor…”
He paused, seemingly unsure how to articulate his thoughts, before finally sighing:
“He is so quick to kill Zheng Fa, even… at any cost!”
He suddenly recalled that when the Great Freedom Demon Emperor first attacked the Jiushan Realm, he had merely tested the waters, retreating after a single failed strike, indicating his caution.
But now, he showed no trace of that caution, as if he had gone mad, disregarding the lives of his myriad demons, only seeking… to take down Zheng Fa!
This change revealed the Emperor's unwavering determination and his insatiable desire for the Fusang tree.
The immortal Luo, though also a Dao Fruit, clearly lacked such ruthlessness; he had enough to protect himself, but it was difficult for him to act.
Perhaps the Great Freedom Demon Emperor wanted a quick resolution, unwilling for the immortal Luo to intervene.
In the Jiushan Realm, the three felt the greatest pressure.
In the Heavenly Palace, the sky of the Jiushan Realm also manifested the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palaces.
On the surface of the sea, myriad demons were dying eagerly, and the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's aura grew stronger.
Moments later, he stood up, raising his hand as if swatting a fly, aiming at Zheng Fa.
His palm grew larger and larger in the void, overshadowing the entire sky of the Jiushan Realm.
The Pure Bamboo and the Fusang tree only managed to momentarily halt his hand before being flung aside.
His palm pointed directly at Zheng Fa!
Behind the giant palm, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's expression was like that of a heavenly sovereign, high and mighty.
But at this moment, there was not a trace of fear in Zheng Fa's eyes—he was waiting, just as the Great Freedom Demon Emperor was waiting!
Waiting for Xie Qingxue!
The secret technique passed down by the Jiuyou Demon Ancestor was immensely powerful, but it required a high level of skill from Xie Qingxue, thus needing a long buildup.
In the previous exchanges, Xie Qingxue had not acted, merely gathering her strength.
Now, she transformed into a formless essence, like blue smoke merging into the Qingping Sword.
The Qingping Sword leaped into Zheng Fa's hand, and the Jiushan Golden Dan technique within him operated at full speed; with one sword, the two of them seemed to share a connection.
The Great Freedom Demon Emperor sensed something, his indifferent pupils flickering, his gaze landing on the Qingping Sword in Zheng Fa's hand. The giant palm in the sky hesitated slightly, as if withdrawing.
“Senior Sister Zhang!”
Senior Sister Zhang shook the Pure Bamboo in her hand, and the Sun and Moon Bell surged with renewed vigor, emitting a series of roars. The sky of the Jiushan Realm transformed into a blue-gold glass, radiating hardness.
This momentary delay made the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's form slow down.
Just this one moment could mean life or death!
Zheng Fa raised his sword, his body transforming into a long rainbow, and with a single thrust!
This thrust seemed ordinary, like the clumsiest sword move of a mortal.
But Zheng Fa knew that within this thrust lay his days of research on the Jiushan Golden Dan technique, the trust Xie Qingxue had placed in him regarding life and death, and perhaps even the past heroism of the Tianhe Venerable, who had guarded the ancestral teachings for millennia.
This thrust was called—Demon Dispelling!
The fastest divine ability in the world, wielding the swordsmanship of the strongest being from before the era, no one could escape, no one could block!
The Qingping Sword pierced through the giant palm that overshadowed the entire Jiushan Realm, shattering the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palaces that occupied the sky of Xuanwei, and finally, the sword tip plunged into the chest of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor!
“This sword…”
Zheng Fa heard the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's whisper.
“Is the very sword that the Tianhe Venerable used to kill you!”
Zheng Fa's voice rang out amidst the sword energy.
“Tianhe…” The Great Freedom Demon Emperor's face twisted for a moment, as if those two words filled him with dread, but he quickly laughed, “If the Tianhe were here, I would certainly bow my head…”
“But you?”
“Far from enough!”
He was not a man of many words, but whenever he spoke of Tianhe, it seemed he had much to say.
Zheng Fa, however, was speechless, for the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's confidence was not without reason—though he had been pierced through the heart by a sword, there was not a hint of pain on his face. His body gradually transformed into nothingness, leaving only an indistinct mass of countless symbols swirling around the Qingping Sword.
The flowing light on the blade of the Qingping Sword flickered erratically.
A wave of pain surged through Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness; it was Xie Qingxue's pain...
Clearly, the Great Freedom Demon Emperor was not dead, and he was still contending with the Qingping Sword!
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