Chapter 64 No One Is Spared

“This…”

As An Qisheng manifested his divinity in the sky, Daoist Liansheng swayed, his consciousness gradually returning to his body.

Opening his eyes, he saw only ruins.

Half of the Myriad Demons City, along with countless mountains outside the city, had been completely reduced to powder. Dust drifted down, burying the bones of countless lesser demons.

The remaining half of the Myriad Demons City was dyed crimson by the blood rain falling from the sky.

The blood, whatever it was, was not only incredibly foul-smelling but also highly corrosive. At a glance, hundreds or even thousands of lesser demons were seen dissolving into thick liquid, wailing in agony.

The demon race suffered heavy casualties.

“Ah!”

Daoist Liansheng was startled and realized that Huang Qing'er and the others were lying in the ruins beside him, their faces pale, as if completely drained.

They struggled several times but couldn’t stand up.

“Liansheng, you old trickster!”

Huang Qing'er supported herself on the ground with both hands, gnashing her teeth, filled with regret: “I’ve been fooled by you again!”

“Immortal… Immortal?”

But Daoist Liansheng ignored her. Ru Daoren and the others didn’t even look at her. They all looked up at the Daoist in the sky, their hearts filled with shock.

Could this summoning technique really allow An Qisheng to cross billions of miles in an instant, from the heart of Zhong Lu to this Dong Lu?

Dong Lu was located at the easternmost end, separated from the end of the sky only by a vast ocean. From here, one could see the rising sun spilling over the ocean, with thousands of miles of white clouds turning red.

A magnificent sight.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the demons of Molong Cave and Daoist Liansheng, the Daoist was more dazzling than the rising sun, more impossible to look directly at.

Looking at him inspired awe.

“That… that Demon King, has he already been killed by the Immortal?”

Daoist Liansheng’s expression changed, and Huang Qing'er exclaimed in horror. In this endless carnage, she smelled the aura of that Demon King.

A Demon King at the Yuanshen level had been killed just like that?

No, that wasn’t right.

Wasn’t there supposed to be three Demon Kings at the Kings’ Feast? Now there was only one. In this short time, could it be that two Demon Kings had been killed?

Daoist Bailian and Daoist Wushe exchanged glances, both horrified. Even Daoist Wushe, who was naturally emotionally detached, couldn’t help but be moved and change color.

They had only thought that summoning the deity would help them escape this place, but they never expected this…

“How is this possible? Only sixty years, it’s only been sixty years…”

Ru Daoren collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Sixty years ago, this Immortal An was already able to kill Yuanshen, but his battle with Tianyi Daoren didn’t end in a short time.

Not to mention, an incarnation killing a Yuanshen.

What happened in these sixty years?

How could he have become so powerful? An incarnation killing a Yuanshen, what a joke…

“Has the Immortal crossed that threshold?”

Only Daoist Liansheng, amidst the shock, suddenly recalled some records passed down by the sages of the Human Path.

Was that above the Yuanshen, another path different from ascending to immortality?

If I had known this, why would I have dragged the four of them along to summon the deity…

Amidst the shock, he suddenly felt some regret. Summoning the deity together was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, and the method of ‘Deity Descending to the Human Path’ had been spread…

“Yuanshen Seven Kill Canon…”

An Qisheng’s eyes flickered, and his five fingers slowly clenched, faint, resentful hissing sounds emanating from his palm.

That was Qi Molong's Yuanshen.

At the final moment of the collision, Qi Molong wanted to escape with his Yuanshen, but he was grabbed by An Qisheng.

The cultivation in the Huangtian Realm focused on magic power rather than physical strength, on divine intent rather than magic power. The Yuanshen was the essence of one’s being, extremely precious.

In the Yixie Dao, there was even an evil technique that used the swallowing of human Yuanshen for cultivation.

Although An Qisheng wouldn’t learn such an evil technique, he naturally wouldn’t easily waste a Demon King’s Yuanshen.

“Taiji Immortal…”

More than a thousand miles away, surrounded by a group of shocked and nervous great demons, the Water Ape King, shaped like a child, bowed and saluted:

“The Immortal’s supernatural powers are boundless, killing this evil demon with one blow. This old ape is extremely impressed.”

This old ape’s appearance was extremely good, with red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and bright eyes. If he were in the cultivation world, he could be said to be a top-quality cauldron. Whether male or female cultivators, as long as they cultivated in this path, would definitely take him under their wing.

But in An Qisheng’s eyes, beneath his harmless appearance, was a ferocious beast with protruding fangs, three feet tall. His demonic aura was even greater than the python he had killed, as well as the eagle that had fled.

In fact, seeing Qi Molong die tragically and still not fleeing, this old ape was definitely not a simple character.

His eyes were deep, and in the depths of his eyes, a ripple arose.

After sixty years of cultivation, his Qi was full and his spirit was sufficient. The supernatural power of ‘Entering the Dream of the Great Thousand’, learned from the Dao Yi Diagram, had silently entered the ‘Two-Star Level’.

From then on, he could collect the divine intent of all those whose divine intent was inferior to his.

Because the myriad spirits of heaven and earth existed between heaven and earth, every move, every breath, every word, every action, would leave traces in heaven and earth.

Therefore, the ‘Two-Star Level’ of ‘Entering the Dream of the Great Thousand’ was no longer collecting spiritual imprints from individuals, but forcibly demanding them from between heaven and earth!

Just like now, between his deep eyes, what was revealed was the life of this old ape.

The Water Ape tribe was a demon race that was born with intelligence.

This old ape was even more outstanding among them, naturally intelligent, learning everything extremely quickly, and even had a lucky encounter learning the methods of concealing his aura and changing his form.

He was extremely bold. During an occasion when he was being hunted down by human cultivators, he killed them instead. Not only did he not flee, but he changed his form and entered a human cultivation sect.

He cultivated Buddhism for three hundred years, and actually refined a golden body, becoming a human Yuanshen with a demon body!

Later, due to a sudden change, his temperament changed greatly. He entered the demonic path with one thought, and it was difficult to turn back. He was the true leader of the Dong Lu demon-human war more than a thousand years ago.

The Cangying King and Qi Molong were just puppets he pushed out to attract the hatred of the remaining humans.

This was very effective. The old demons who participated in that battle were not just the three of them…

“That snake was originally human but full of demonic aura, but you old ape have some human air about you.”

An Qisheng stood in the sky, his expression calm:

“It’s rare that you didn’t run when you saw me.”

He seemed to have more to say to this old ape than he did to the giant python demon.

“What is the difference between humans and demons? They are just a speck of dust in the world, there is no difference.”

The Water Ape King sighed lightly:

“The Cangying King devours snakes, and snakes also kill eagles. The Cangying King and Qi Molong can still be partners. Humans eat demons, and demons eat humans. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a constant struggle. What does the Immortal think?”

He spoke with a purpose.

Humans generally called all living beings with intelligence that were not human demons, but they forgot that demons also had races, and there were even natural enemies between them.

Like eagles and snakes, there were often battles before they gained intelligence, and even more after they gained intelligence, but so what?

After becoming Demon Kings, they could still laugh and talk as friends.

“You have some human air about you, and you’ve read some classics and histories, but you still don’t have a human heart.”

An Qisheng said, then smiled wryly:

“My temper has improved a lot in recent years. What’s the point of talking to an old demon like you?”

“Immortal!”

Seeing An Qisheng slowly raise his hand, the Water Ape King’s expression changed slightly, and his voice suddenly rose:

“Zhong Lu and Dong Lu are separated by tens of millions of miles. Even if the Immortal’s skills are heaven-defying, it is not easy to incarnate here. Now that the chief culprit has been killed, and the Cangying King has fled, why make things difficult for this old ape?”

Among the three demons of Dong Lu, he had the deepest cultivation and had lived the longest, but he was still a Yuanshen. He had cultivated more supernatural powers, but he might not be much stronger than Qi Molong.

It was impossible for him not to be wary of An Qisheng.

But before, when this Daoist fought with Qi Molong, he had focused half of his attention on him, making it impossible for him to escape in time or cooperate with Qi Molong.

“Hmm?”

An Qisheng grunted lightly, his movements pausing slightly:

“What you said is not unreasonable…”

“Immortal!”

Seeing that it seemed to be working, the Water Ape King slowly bowed in the air amidst the dissatisfaction and surprise of a group of great demons:

“This old ape deeply admires the Immortal’s demeanor and wishes to join your sect and become your disciple, at your disposal. I am willing to work for you and order the demons to jointly build the Fengshen Platform (Investiture of the Gods Platform).”

His senses were extremely sharp, and he knew a lot.

Not only did he know that Daoist Liansheng and the others came from Zhong Lu, but he also knew their purpose, which was to build the Fengshen Platform.

In fact, the reason why he was able to arrive with the Cangying King was because he was paying attention at all times.

“You know a lot, and you speak well.”

An Qisheng’s eyes were indifferent, his tone gentle.

But as the old ape’s face lit up with joy, the hand he raised slowly pushed out horizontally:

“Unfortunately, I don’t like it!”

Boom!

A palm slowly pushed out, as if the entire world was pushing out with it.

A ripple spread out in the void, like a giant stone falling into water. Under the horizontal push of the great force, layers of ripples struck the Water Ape King in a fan shape.

This palm did not have the great momentum of the previous one that killed Qi Molong, but the Water Ape King’s heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he felt a sense of crisis that was many times stronger than before.

In a daze, he saw flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rivers, cities, and sentient beings in that palm.

Was that… Zhong Lu?

A realization arose in the Water Ape King’s heart, followed by a chill.

This white-clothed Daoist’s palm seemed to have no supernatural changes, but it seemed to have the backing of the entire Zhong Lu!

With one palm, mountains and rivers were reflected!

“Screech~~~”

An ape’s roar shook the sky.

The old ape beat his chest with both fists, and demonic aura erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years. In an instant, a violent ape dharma form emerged, growing in the wind.

As if to fill the world, it swelled to a height of ten thousand feet.

With a stomp of his feet, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. With a casual pull, he uprooted a mountain, and the mountain, weighing tens of millions of pounds, pushed aside ten thousand acres of huge waves and slammed heavily towards An Qisheng:

“You have great supernatural powers and can kill Qi Molong, and you have already offended the demons of Dong Lu. If you kill me, once your incarnation retreats, all of your people will die.

Your Fengshen Platform will be destroyed by ten thousand demons! You will get nothing!”

The tyrannical demonic aura wrapped the giant mountain and struck horizontally for thousands of miles, the void trembled wildly, and wind and thunder rose with it, stirring up thousands of mountains and valleys.

Its momentum was extremely fierce, but in the turbulent airflow, a stream of light disappeared silently into the void from his body.

It was silent and fast, even faster than the Cangying King.

Not to mention the naked eye, even the divine sense of a cultivator could not capture it at all!

“Then I will kill you first, and then kill the demons of Dong Lu…”

As the torrent of Qi rolled in like the Milky Way, An Qisheng’s figure flickered uncertainly. He looked at the old ape wielding the giant mountain, or rather, at the ray of golden light escaping into the void:

“Kill them all!”

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Escape!

Escape!

Escape!

The Cangying King spread his wings and fled wildly. In an instant, he had left Molong Cave. His speed was so fast that ordinary Yuanshen could only look at his back.

But he did not stop at all. Demonic aura raged around him, pulling out tens of thousands of sonic booms after rapidly breaking through the air. He fled as if he were mad.

He would never forget that day.

The despair of that ray of saber light traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, slowly approaching, allowing him to use all kinds of supernatural powers and spells, but having his wings forcibly cut off, was definitely not something that Qi Molong and the Water Ape King, who had not experienced it, could understand.

He flew for an unknown amount of time, far enough that not only Molong Cave but even the ten-thousand-mile-long Longye Plain had disappeared behind him before the Cangying King slowed down.

The Cangying King’s chest rose and fell, his heart filled with countless emotions such as fear, terror, anger, and killing intent. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth:

“Taiji Daoist, Taiji Induction Chapter…”

But in the next moment, the Cangying King’s expression changed drastically. In his heart, among the Taiji Induction Chapter scriptures that he had once secretly learned, a line of words suddenly bloomed with light:

“Misfortune and fortune have no gate, but people call it upon themselves. The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow following…”

For a time, the Cangying King was stunned, and the scales all over his body suddenly stood on end, as if he had been frozen in mid-air.

Unable to move.