Chapter 200: Resistance on Great Mountain: Part 4

The Purple Star, known on Earth as the Emperor Star, symbolizes the Heavenly Emperor; because it remains eternally fixed, it is also called the Immovable Star, and due to its position in the sky, it is called the North Star—brilliant and radiant.

Yet, limited by their brief lives, humans have not realized that although the current Immovable Star remains exceedingly bright, it has weakened considerably compared to the past.

Only ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years can discern, through memory and comparison, that the North Star's light is being steadily consumed by something beyond imagination.

Thus, every powerful being feels immense terror when gazing upward at the stars.

"The Big Dipper… is alive?!!"

Perhaps other worlds have different explanations, but in this world of a hundred demons walking at night, a legend endures.

—The seven linked stars near the Purple Star, known in the demon world as the 【Celestial Dragon】, are ceaselessly devouring the northern sky.

A constellation is a constellation, a dragon is a dragon—what's the problem?

How can these two be confused as one!

As stars that emit light and heat, were they not given special status only because ancient humans bestowed meaning upon them?

How could a star possibly be a living thing?

Yet this is no mistake: these seven great stars are not only alive, but together form a magnificent living entity—the Great Celestial Dragon!

The Celestial Dragon is not merely a constellation, but a true divine dragon; now, this colossal dragon is walking the path of devouring the Purple Star, and according to calculations, this process will last several thousand to ten thousand years.

Among demons and gods, sages skilled in astrology, calculation, and prophecy, upon observing the 【Celestial Dragon】, whose life tier far surpasses theirs, received a vague revelation—"When the Dragon swallows the Purple Star, a being capable of shaking the entire world will awaken!"

Perhaps its every movement will destroy the world… but no one, no matter how distant, can stop the Great Celestial Dragon across hundreds or thousands of light-years; every powerful being on Earth, no matter their efforts, cannot harm the 【Celestial Dragon】 in the slightest—all is futile, and all can do is watch helplessly as that moment draws near.

But… today is different.

The seven stars, forming its body, stretch across distances measured in light-years; the colossal dragon-shaped entity, spanning the star-sea, opened eyes that had long been tightly shut.

This terrifying being sensed, upon a tiny planet far in the stars, a minuscule life form that had formed a strange connection with it.

That karmic bond… even across infinite distance, was inseparable.

—Lord Beidou, Heaven's Marquis-King, governs twelve thousand spirits, holds the records of mortal lives; heaven, earth, yin, yang—all fall under his dominion; there is the saying: "Beidou records death."

The fist art named "Beidou," and the martial artists who practice it, have their fates irrevocably bound to these noble, exalted Seven Stars.

Though he himself has not yet realized it, Jia Ji is now being watched by the Great Celestial Dragon.

Yagumo Shiki looked up at the sky; the Four Demon Kings also raised their heads—each of their expressions turned grimly serious, countless transcendent beings, startled, terrified, and unsteady, were reacting to this anomaly—including that one…

"Are you going to fight or not?"

A surge of battle intent shot skyward; a scorching aura of combat energy surged around.

Jia Ji felt his state better than ever before—his solidified power coiled around him in dragon shapes, radiating immense pressure, his momentum fifty times stronger than before.

If this version of him could do it—he could!

The Four Demon Kings stood in the sky; hearing this, they snapped back to awareness—terrifying demonic energy erupted like colossal pillars from the heavens, crashing to the ground and spraying vast clouds of dust.

"Bold indeed!"

"Then fight to the end!"

"Kid, begging won't save you! You're insane! You're crazy!"

"Angry! Angry angry angry angry!!"

Roars burst from these demon girls; their fury-fueled power crushed and compressed the atmosphere, shattering the already broken mountains and clouds into even finer fragments.

Demons serve only the strong.

At this point, the Celestial Dragon no longer mattered; the ruined Great Mountain was irrelevant—only one thing remained: respond to this man's provocation, pour out every ounce of strength, and crush this human.

Either they would be defeated, their demon honor trampled underfoot, or they would smash this bastard into the ground, utterly broken.

Their shadows stretched long in the sunlight, each radiating terrifying aura like mountains and seas—like roaring volcanoes, boiling tsunamis, furious earthquakes—all clenched their tiny fists, concentrating crushing power capable of shattering mountains and splitting peaks.

On the ground, chaos erupted; Yagumo Shiki tore her gaze from the 【Celestial Dragon】, covered her eyes, unwilling to watch—only sneaking glances through her fingers.

Of course, the one she couldn't bear to watch was those four demon girls.

Her realm's power was mysteriously profound, allowing her to sense more than others; she was stunned by the power this ally of hers had displayed—"Is Jia Ji… unlocked? He's acting so cool—this isn't like him at all?!"

This outburst of power far exceeded her original plan; all she could do now was keep watching.

"Beidou Four, attack together!"

What a terrible nickname…

The four demons—differing in style, appearance, and personality—roared in unison, their long hair whipping wildly, eyes blazing with terrifying light.

He looked like he truly intended to fight all four of them alone… it drove the demons to fury—rage—furious rage!

From their snarling fangs, threads of ominous crimson blood seeped; in an instant, four powerful figures surged forward.

To describe it, only two words suffice…

Extremely fast! Extremely strong!

"Ha! Now even 'NO' won't help!"

Jia Ji's face showed no fear—instead, he laughed as he charged forward, his entire body radiating a blazing, fierce light born of his burning battle aura.

His ultra-fast fist techniques clashed hundreds of times in a single breath—the Demon Kings' fists exploded from their waists without mercy, yet each struck Jia Ji's hardened fist at the last moment; their knuckles interlocked, force driving directly into each other's bodies, not a single ounce leaking out.

The instant these figures, laden with immense kinetic energy and power, collided, a storm-level gale erupted, spreading violently in all directions.

BOOM!

(End of Chapter)