Chapter 1153: Conceptual Existence: The Great Force Divine Demon Venerable

Nine wheels of great suns hung in the sky!

Nine wheels of great suns pressed down to suppress!

Boom!

The nine ancient Emperor's Sons of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan, who had been about to flank and encircle, were struck head-on by the great suns; a terrifying explosion erupted, and the dead-still starry sky blazed bright for an instant.

The light faded slightly, revealing human figures.

From Ming Tian Ancient Prince and below, to Cang Yan and everyone else, all the ancient Emperor's Sons led their armies in an unstoppable charge, their battle intent soaring straight into the river of stars, determined to close in on the sword cultivator at the fastest speed and smash his body to pieces.

However, just as their charge began, a wheel of blue-gold great sun descended from the sky, shattering the edge of every charge; all the elite cultivators of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan were as if struck head-on by a great star and forced to halt.

"Ah…"

Within the fading spiritual light, the thousand-zhang demonic god giants formed by Ming Tian Ancient Prince, Cang Yan Ancient Emperor's Son and the others roared in fury.

Each of them was scorched black as charcoal all over, with much of their flesh directly carbonized into ash under the terrifying high temperature; as their bodies trembled, patches of mangled flesh were exposed.

Countless distorted strands of Order power silently merged into them.

"Ah! No…"

The thousand-zhang star-river demonic gods formed by the ancient Emperor's Sons were merely wounded, but their million-strong armies were not so fortunate.

Many kings, officers, and elite cultivators of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan numbering as many as ten thousand only had time to let out a single scream before their bodies turned to white ash; not a single bone fragment, not a single shard of divine soul remained.

The so-called indestructible bodies of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan cultivators were nothing but illusion before higher-tier power, utterly useless.

"What an old tactic."

"Who told you sword cultivators fear encirclement?"

Jiang Ding drew his sword once more.

Nine wheels of blue-gold great suns descended from the sky, bearing six rings of Order light ripples, descending upon all directions, bombarding and slaughtering the nine elite armies of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan without giving them any chance to catch their breath.

Many people often harbor a delusion.

Since sword cultivators have weak defenses, and even lower-realm cultivators can break through them, why not just attack from all directions with many people?

This is a wonderful fantasy.

Sword Light Differentiation!

This sword art of the first realm of the Sword Dao plays an extremely important role in the sword cultivator combat system; it cannot only split into nine sword lights, but into hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands!

And this is still the passive, reactive method.

Once the enemy disperses and coordination falters even slightly, in an instant the sword cultivator's flying sword pierces into the host of armies, beheading generals and commanders, after which the formation instantly collapses, and the enemy faces a slaughter that is utterly boring for the sword cultivator.

Furthermore, even if a sword cultivator is surrounded and enemies close in, it is not so dangerous; close-quarters combat is practically the instinct of a sword cultivator.

instinct.

Besides, sword cultivators can also flee; usually a sword cultivator's ability to escape is as strong as his offense, honed through years and months of sword combat — any sword cultivator with poor escape ability has long since died in the process of growing.

The sword cultivator is a profession unique to the human race, the hegemon race of this endless starry sky; it cannot possibly have any major shortcoming.

As long as you are strong enough, every problem has a solution.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

In the dead-still river of stars, wheel after wheel of blue-gold great suns descended from the sky, plunging into the armies led by the nine ancient Emperor's Sons of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan, bombarding again and again; the star-river space shattered and healed only to shatter again, each time representing the death of over ten thousand elite cultivators of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan, reduced to ash and dust.

The overall strength of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan army was slowly, but irreversibly, declining.

"No!"

"This cannot continue!"

Ming Tian Ancient Prince roared in fury.

After retreating again and again, he began to lose patience and employed a military Dao Mi Fa that forcibly stimulated the potential of the soldiers and officers in the army formation, erupting with all his qi and blood; his body burned like a furnace, a life as vast as a mountain radiating its own splendor.

Countless elite cultivators of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan had their eyes turn blood-red, utterly mad, their magic power and qi-blood churning without cease.

"Great, Force, Divine, Demon, Descend!"

Ming Tian Ancient Prince spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

Hum!

In the endless starry sky, it seemed as if some unknown, chilling existence cast a single, insignificant glance toward this place; following the established Daoist ritual, fulfilling the covenant, it sent down a single, insignificant wisp of power.

This power contained an even higher-tier will.

The Great Force Divine Demon Venerable!

Jiang Ding's scalp prickled slightly; he instantly became obedient and held his breath.

In that instant, this terrifying figure — possibly even an immortal, a conceptual existence — descended from the sky; a single stray thought from him would be enough to suppress and slay countless living beings, even Refinement Void realm experts.

Fortunately, such a terrifying thing did not happen.

A race like the Horn Demon Imperial Clan could not possibly command such a terrifying figure to fight for them; they merely followed the ritual passed down from antiquity, paying a terrible price, worshipping day and night, all for the sake of summoning a single, insignificant wisp of his power at a certain moment — and this did not involve that existence's will, merely a predetermined response He had left within heaven and earth, like a procedural logic.

This wisp of power that appeared was extremely faint; even from Jiang Ding's perspective it was so weak, less than one-thousandth the strength of a Qi Refining cultivator's full magic power.

However, the essence of the power contained within was far too terrifying.

It was like a catalyst; it did not provide spiritual energy, but offered a method of power recombination, instantly recombining the power within Ming Tian

Ancient Prince's body once.

"Ahhh…"

In an instant, a look of agonizing distortion crossed Ming Tian Ancient Prince's face.

Countless meridian runes twisted and deformed across his body; even his divine soul was forcibly altered, instantly becoming bloodthirsty and mad, with nothing left in his entire being but frenzied killing intent.

This transformation was completed in an instant.

Hum!

A vague, chaotic phantom of the Great Force Divine Demon appeared behind Ming Tian Ancient Prince's body.

This figure was incomparably tall, incomparably imposing; one could only see a colossal head-shaped phantom resembling ox-horns, and everything else was blurred and impossible to make out.

However!

Yet the honorific "Great Strength Demon God Venerable" appeared in the world with absolute clarity.

The instant this phantom appeared, in all directions, all the order and rules of force became different—intricate and exquisite, beautiful like natural crystal; everything was the wondrous marvel of creation.

All changes came to an end here.

That terrifying and unknown will slowly vanished, no longer existing.

It was not that this terrifying being favored the Horned Demon Imperial Clan as a race; it was an exchange. This being used things it did not care about at all to exchange certain things with the sentient beings of the endless cosmos—piling earth into Chengshan, gathering droplets into seas, amassing things across the endless cosmos and endless time—to accomplish something.

"Sword cultivator…"

"You deserve to die!"

Ming Tian Ancient Imperial Son regained a sliver of clarity from his agonized, contorted state.

He stared at that blue-clothed youth with manic killing intent.

The Great Strength Divine Demon phantom followed his gaze and fixed its stare; the force-order power within a space of tens of thousands of li instantly became intricate and elaborate, forming a kind of natural, terrifying pressure, its strength multiplied several times at the very least.

That blue-clothed youth's gaze gradually grew excited and burning, no longer looking sickly and listless.