Chapter 412

Passing through the spatial rift, the scene before them changed abruptly.

Su Chen and Qiao Ling landed, stepping on hard, black-brown rocks.

The two looked up.

This was a vast, boundless, gray world.

There were no sun, moon, or stars in the firmament, only thick, rolling black clouds.

The earth was cracked, and deep abysses crisscrossed everywhere. Violent winds whipped up black dust, emitting a whimpering sound.

There was not a shred of spiritual energy in the air; in its place was a dense demonic aura.

These demonic auras were filled with a violent, destructive, and terminal aura, enough to make ordinary immortals and gods instantly go into demonic deviation and have their minds collapse.

Su Chen had the Chaos Bell above his head, and the Xuanhuang Qi dripped down, blocking all those demonic auras three feet away.

He turned his head to look at Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling did not channel any magic power to protect his body.

He stood where he was, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The demonic origin within his body was cheering.

The Great Freedom Demonic Qi operated on its own, and the surrounding demonic aura was drawn in, transforming into huge black whirlpools hovering above Qiao Ling's head.

The whirlpools poured backward, and a massive amount of demonic aura surged madly into his body.

Those destructive wills, which were enough to destroy the mind of a Heavenly Immortal, were swallowed and assimilated the moment they touched the Great Freedom Demonic Qi.

The Great Freedom Demonic Dao was derived from Luo Hou's slaughter-based demonic path, and these ancient demonic auras became the nourishment for Qiao Ling's cultivation.

Qiao Ling's aura began to climb steadily.

He had already reached the critical point of the Mid-Stage Golden Immortal Realm, and at this moment, with the massive infusion of demonic aura, that realm barrier shattered with a boom.

He had broken through a minor realm just after entering this small world.

Qiao Ling opened his eyes, a flash of excitement passing through the depths of his eyes.

"Master, this place is simply a Daoist field tailor-made for me." Qiao Ling's voice carried a hint of irrepressible excitement.

Su Chen nodded slightly.

"This should be a fragment of the Demon Realm left behind after the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou's Daoist field was shattered." Su Chen's gaze swept across the scorched earth in the distance. "Luo Hou was defeated back then, and I don't know why this piece of the Daoist field was preserved and hidden in the void of that valley."

Su Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at Qiao Ling.

"Where is the source of the calling?"

Qiao Ling raised his hand and pointed toward the depths of this world.

"There."

"Let's go." Su Chen was concise.

The two figures rose from the ground, turning into two streams of light, speeding along the cracked earth.

Along the way, they saw countless huge skeletons. Some skeletons were ten thousand zhang high, half-buried in the black soil, with the laws and Dao patterns of the ancient era still remaining on the bones.

Some skeletons presented eerily twisted postures, clearly having experienced extreme pain before death.

Qiao Ling looked at the tragic scene below and couldn't help but speak: "Master, to what extent was the Dao-Demon War of that year truly tragic?"

Su Chen's gaze was profound as he looked at a ten-thousand-zhang dragon skeleton that had been cut in half at the waist.

"During the Longhan First Tribulation, the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou incited the war between the three clans, absorbing the baleful aura of heaven and earth, intending to prove the Dao through slaughter. The Dao Ancestor Minghe Laozu Hongjun united with the Yin-Yang Ancestor, the Qiankun Ancestor, and the Great Immortal Yang Mei to break the Zhuxian Sword Array. In that battle, the Western earth veins were completely destroyed, and the people were plunged into misery. These withered bones are but the tip of the iceberg."

Su Chen paused and continued: "Although Luo Hou was defeated, the demonic path was not extinguished. The Heavenly Dao has yin and yang; now that the Buddhist sect is flourishing, the demonic path will naturally revive accordingly. This is your destiny."

Qiao Ling was silent for a moment, his eyes becoming increasingly firm.

"I cultivate Great Freedom; I do not believe in destiny, only in my true self. If the Buddha wants to save me, I will save the Buddha."

The two continued to go deeper; the further they went, the more intense the demonic aura in the space became.

In the end, black raindrops were even floating in the air.

That was the product of the demonic aura liquefying after becoming extremely dense.

Before long, the two stopped flying and stood in the air.

A huge basin appeared in front of them.

In the center of the basin was a black demonic pool with a radius of a thousand zhang.

Inside the demonic pool, the jet-black pool water remained quietly stagnant, emitting a destructive aura that made one's scalp tingle.

"This is actually all liquid demonic aura." A flash of surprise passed through Su Chen's eyes.

This full pool of water was all the purest demonic aura.

Qiao Ling stared at the demonic pool; that calling came from the very center of the pool.

Su Chen followed Qiao Ling's gaze.

In the very center of the jet-black demonic pool, a black lotus flower was quietly rooted.

The lotus flower had twelve petals. On each petal, complex and profound innate Dao patterns flowed.

An ultimate destructive Dao rhyme spread outward in circles with the black lotus as the center.

The surrounding space presented an eerie folded state under the scouring of the destructive Dao rhyme.

Seeing this lotus flower, Su Chen's pupils shrank.

Combining the memories of his past life, he recognized the origin of this black lotus at a glance.

This should be the Supreme Innate Magic Treasure that once belonged to the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus!

Back then, the Chaos Green Lotus shattered, and four lotus seeds scattered across the Primordial World.

One of them fell into the West, absorbing the baleful aura and slaughter aura between heaven and earth, transforming into this Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus.

Sitting on this treasure, one's defense is unparalleled, and it can even absorb all the violent auras in the world and convert them into one's own demonic aura.

Luo Hou used this object to suppress the luck of the demonic path and contend with the Dao Ancestor Minghe Laozu Hongjun.

After Luo Hou was defeated, the World-Destroying Black Lotus disappeared without a trace.

The great powers of the Three Realms searched for countless eons, all to no avail.

It turned out it had been hiding in the Demon Realm fragment at the foot of Lingshan all along.

"What a great opportunity." Su Chen took a deep breath to calm his mind.

There are not many Supreme Innate Magic Treasures in the entire Three Realms.

Su Chen did not develop greed; he cultivated the Hunyuan Great Dao and followed a path that encompassed everything.

The destructive Great Dao of the World-Destroying Black Lotus did not fit him.

Moreover, he already had the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, in his hands, so his need for this black lotus was not strong.

But for Qiao Ling, this thing was the ultimate trump card to defy heaven and change his fate.

With the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, Qiao Ling, this true demon, could finally be considered to have a treasure to suppress his own luck.

In the future, when facing the encirclement and suppression of the Buddhist sect, he would also have the power to protect himself.

Su Chen pinched incantations with both hands, and Hunyuan magic power surged madly into the Chaos Bell above his head.

"Clang—"

A dull bell chime echoed within the small world.

The Chaos Bell erupted with a dazzling Xuanhuang light.

The sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind runes on the surface of the bell all lit up together.

The laws of time and space spread instantly, completely sealing off the void of the entire demonic pool.

Even if a Sage were to deduce it, they would be unable to detect the slightest movement here.

After Su Chen finished all this, he looked at Qiao Ling with burning eyes.

"Go." Su Chen's tone was calm. "That is the thing calling to you."

Qiao Ling glanced at Su Chen and bowed deeply.

He did not say much, turning to face the jet-black demonic pool.

Qiao Ling took a step.

He did not fly, but stepped directly onto the viscous demonic water.

The True Demon origin within Qiao Ling erupted fully.

The Great Freedom Demonic Qi permeated out of his body, resonating with the demonic pool beneath his feet.

Qiao Ling walked step by step toward the center of the demonic pool.

As he approached, the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, which had been silent for countless eons, suddenly trembled slightly.