Chapter 362: This Finger, Hell Becomes Empty

The immortal demon of the Yongxing Realm let out a cold roar.

Around him, waves of demonic energy surged skyward, forming countless black suns, each vast, mighty, cold, and heavy.

They filled the heavens, piercing the starry void, linking into chains of dark star-rivers, converging into a star map depicting black stars—yet also resembling a formation.

Then, one after another, dark weapons as tall as skyscrapers tore through the ranks, shattering the void with demonic artifacts, ripping it apart outright.

There were too many of these dark weapons.

Some resembled soul-summoning banners, others swords, knives, spears, hammers, towers… tens of thousands, all shrouded in dark demonic energy, their aura gripping the heart, making gods and demons tremble.

The scene was utterly staggering, shocking both mortals and gods.

From the ground, it looked as if a multitude of colossal weapons had descended from the stars, tearing through the sky—should they strike, Earth would be pierced through and shattered into fragments.

From above, in the cosmic void, Earth appeared covered by a vast star map, from which thousands of weapons surged forth, like demonic soldiers crossing the boundless dark of the stars to descend upon this world.

It was terrifying.

If one had to describe it, it resembled Fate's Golden Flash's ultimate technique—but a dark-enhanced version, its range covering an entire starry expanse of Earth.

The immortal demon seized a massive axe and violently tore the star map apart.

The colossal demonic axe was over a hundred times larger than his own body.

The proportions looked utterly unnatural, yet somehow felt perfectly right.

Because the immortal demon was growing larger, transforming into an ancient giant god, his head piercing the heavens, his feet crushing the earth.

His body stood as tall as Taishan, majestic and immense.

This was his bloodline; legend said his clan forged the Dao through weapons—in the language of xianxia, he was a weaponsmith, innately attuned to all weapons in the cosmos.

Hum!

At their level, none were weak, and none would ever grow careless.

He opened with his strongest form, awakening his bloodline, confronting Kamikawa Mitsu in his ultimate state.

Kamikawa Mitsu was young, but having been guarded by seven divine demons in the third step, he must be powerful—the immortal demon would never underestimate him because of his youth.

Boom!

Kamikawa Mitsu slowly lifted his head, gazing at the immortal demon.

As he raised his head, the cosmic sea of silver galaxies within him erupted—demonic energy surged, both Buddhist and demonic in nature.

At this moment,

he resembled an ancient great demon awakened, once standing in the primordial age, warring in the ancient era.

His aura shook the eight directions and the six realms.

Though standing beneath the heavens, he appeared immeasurably grand, his silhouette infinitely towering.

The sky could not contain him; the earth could not hold him.

The scene was visually overwhelming.

In the eyes of countless people, Kamikawa Mitsu was no longer the calm youth, nor was the immortal demon still aloof.

What now stood before the world seemed to be two demons.

One was an ancient demonic god, magnificent and mighty, like the sovereign of darkness; the other was an ancient great demon, supremely dominant, crushing all directions.

Here, these two demons would determine which was the true darkness of this world.

Then…

The immortal demon charged toward Kamikawa Mitsu—not only with his axe, but with the thousands of demonic weapons behind him in the formation.

With overwhelming demonic energy spreading rapidly across Earth's surrounding starry expanse, the void itself stretched and darkened, churning with demonic clouds, roaring with demonic gods.

That aura was unimaginable.

This was real, crushing heaven's power—the cosmos itself seemed to unravel, and over seven billion people nearly suffocated before it.

They could not fathom such terror; if Earth relied solely on itself, it would be obliterated into ash in an instant. Only Kamikawa Mitsu's overwhelming demonic energy protected it—otherwise, Earth would vanish from the Solar System.

From now on, the nine planets would be called eight.

All eyes on Earth focused at this moment, converging on Kamikawa Mitsu—they could only rely on this one man.

The man rumored to have ancestral ties to China, a peerless genius from an ancient lineage.

Their gazes held hope, longing, and deep dread.

For the immortal demon from the Yongxing Realm was too powerful—his strength surpassed any divine demon seen in the Mingshi Realm, far exceeding even Cangtu Ayeh.

He could not be compared to the divine demons of Mingshi Realm.

Could Kamikawa Mitsu defeat such a being? Recall that even against the Mingshi Realm alone, Kamikawa Mitsu had needed time—but this being, with just this one move, could erase Mingshi Realm in minutes.

The gap in power was obvious even to mortals.

"Nisan."

Takee Sashiko clasped her fingers tightly together, sweating with tension, silently praying without end.

Not just her—every person on Earth was praying, hoping, placing all their faith in Kamikawa Mitsu.

In that instant,

Kamikawa Mitsu sensed a slight transformation within himself.

He moved.

Standing in the nine heavens, his figure calm and serene, untouched by the terrifying aura around him.

He reached out from afar.

Above the clouds,

a pure white hand, glowing with soft jade-like radiance, opened its five fingers—and the demonic energy vanished.

It covered all heaven and earth, bringing a sensation of cosmic collapse, making the towering, Taishan-like immortal demon seem no larger than a chick—seemingly ready to crumble into dust before the palm even descended!

Roar!!

The immortal demon roared, shaking the starry sky for millions of miles, and as his axe cleaved down, thousands of demonic artifacts followed in its wake, striking together.

Boom!!!

Above the Earth, in the cosmic starry sky, the void and the stars across millions of miles all sank violently in an instant.

The immortal demon's rounds of black great suns collapsed, ribbons of black star rivers disintegrated, and thousands of demonic artifacts shattered apart, forcibly holding back Kamikawa Mitsu's slender white palm.

Roar!!

The violent roar could be heard tens of millions of miles away; the entire Earth trembled along with it, and countless people across the globe quivered, faintly sensing some great terror.

Sure enough.

The immortal demon sacrificed and destroyed the demonic artifacts, sweeping out a sky-overwhelming demonic river that flowed without end; sheets of dark divine cities appeared, towering halls of forest-like darkness rose up, upon which were carved name after name, the ancestors of the immortal demon's clan.

Using the power of bloodline, he summoned the ancestors' protection, granting him even greater strength.

Then everyone saw Kamikawa Mitsu gently tap out a single finger.

That finger — it was all too familiar.

Exactly like Su Daji's jade-hand finger-point that day.

Watching him tap out this finger, the people of the world seemed to see that at-least-immortal Su Daji tap out a single finger — gods and demons could not invade, ten thousand laws could not extinguish.

Seeing this.

Countless people felt their hearts inexplicably relax.

No one had more confidence in Su Daji's single finger than they did, and now that Kamikawa Mitsu employed it, it gave people an immense confidence.

Sure enough.

Ten thousand demons roared, ten thousand monsters cried out in unison.

With one finger tapped out, every dark star river, myriad demonic artifact, surging demonic river, divine city and ancient hall utterly crumbled, all emitting the sound of shattering into pieces.

A single finger tapped upon the void.

The dimness expanded; like a wisp of light appearing within the Sea of Chaos, it was sacred and vast, white as snow, jade-like as light.

Reaching everywhere, stopping everywhere, surpassing the light of the great sun's universal illumination, like the radiance of a holy spirit lighting up the whole world — there were no dead angles, and thus no shadows!

With this finger pressed down.

It seemed that everything in the world beneath that finger was unstoppable, and even hell became empty.

The light scattered down, without a single remnant.

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