[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons":3,"chapter-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-838":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Immortality Begins with Slaying Demons",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318726,4533,"Chapter 838: You Are All Ready to Enter the Arena","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-838",838,"\u003Cp>Even if unwilling, the Bodhi Sect could not delay any longer—someone had to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this arena of debate had become like the River of Souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the monks stepped forward, caught between full assault and frozen inaction, all ultimately met the same lightning-fast sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi’s actions had clearly enraged all the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this act’s impact on the Great Calamity extended beyond this alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond this patch of dark cloud, the disciples of both sects elsewhere gradually sensed something amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when monks held the upper hand, none dared hold back—none knew whether the opposing cultivator was imitating the Grand Void True Person, feigning weakness to lie in wait for a fatal strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the seed of suspicion took root, it was nearly impossible to undo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless one utterly slew the opponent, one could never find peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None among them were Great Freedom beings of the second rank—they each had only one life; who dared gamble on another’s intentions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is too much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultivators who had previously lost to the monks, under this relentless pressure, now resorted to desperate, life-or-death stances to protect themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy aura of slaughter suddenly pierced the tranquil Eastern Sumeru.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Shen Yi’s strikes, casualties began appearing elsewhere—once death occurred, every combatant, regardless of opponent strength, now faced each other as if confronting a mortal threat, their attacks growing ever more brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when his fellow disciple, severely wounded, was replaced by Li Shan, did he face a monk far weaker than himself—yet the monk’s face was filled with sorrow, yet still launched a desperate, life-or-death assault upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monks’ grotesque, ravenous expressions and the thick surge of killing intent made Li Shan’s heart tremble for an instant—he instinctively summoned his spiritual treasure and reduced the monk to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint scent of blood filled Li Shan’s nostrils; his outstretched hand froze midair, fingertips trembling imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their original intent had indeed been to avenge their brethren—when Li Shan first arrived in the Eastern Continent, he had killed these bald ones before—but the feeling now was utterly unlike then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strangely felt something was off about this atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling earlier, why had he urged You Yao not to act rashly, why had he sought to mediate the rift between her and Master Shen Yi, if not because he feared the Great Calamity would descend into mutual slaughter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had failed to dissuade her—and Master Shen Yi had, by accident, planted the seed of disaster for You Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene before him was eerily similar to that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Shen Yi’s intentions were still noble—he sought justice for their brethren—but the consequences... had pushed events beyond control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Li Shan sensed the anomaly—the elders of both sects could not fail to notice something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet many disciples had already perished; countless Golden Immortals and Great Freedom Bodhisattvas had watched their disciples die, their emotions already in turmoil—had it not been for the four First-Rank titans presiding, they would have rushed onto the field themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few still clear-headed felt utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation was not without a solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, the problem lay with the first disciple of the Three Immortals Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To resolve it, one need only prevent him from so easily controlling the outcomes of battle—in short, if a disciple of sufficient strength could not defeat him, merely avoiding being toyed with would be enough to ensure survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calamity’s power would eventually exhaust itself; using a wheeling assault tactic, once this thorn was subdued, the remaining disciples could be gently calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem now was that no one had yet survived his sword strike, nor could anyone discern Shen Yi’s true depths—so the Bodhi Sect’s strongest disciples refused to risk stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Joyful True Buddha had begun to be moved by the current death toll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier confidence of “each relying on their own skill” had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyelid twitched—he could no longer restrain himself from glancing at one of his sect’s hidden prodigies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the True Buddha’s gaze, the Bodhisattva’s face darkened, yet he could only rise reluctantly, his steps heavy, and walked to face Shen Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath—he knew he was here only to drain the Grand Void True Person’s calamity energy, not to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was all, it would not be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But defeat would mean serving as a stepping stone for others—his own future would be darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was the Eastern Continent; these monks from other lands could never rival the True Buddha’s cherished disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bodhisattva steadied his mind, then looked again at the distant Grand Void True Person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained silent, carefully withdrawing a pair of Dharma Wheels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this five-refined Buddhist treasure appeared, nearly everyone understood—the Bodhi Sect was finally serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recall that even You Yao, with her status, possessed only a five-refined spiritual treasure as her defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the Bodhi Sect disciples, but even the Three Immortals Sect members fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Master Shen Yi had faced You Yao in the Grand Void Realm, no one knew what had happened—now, finally, a peer-level powerhouse had stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their chance to glimpse the true abilities of this first-disciple brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when the monk summoned a Golden Body manifestation far surpassing his previous comrades and channeled all his calamity energy into the Dharma Wheels, true terror spread among the disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pair of eyes filled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No difference... everything unfolding here felt eerily familiar—whether this Bodhi prodigy or the original thin, dark monk, their power levels differed greatly, yet their encounters with the Grand Void True Person were identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same black clouds howling, same golden river effortlessly shattering all before it, ending with the same white streak of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Shen Yi won again by a hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Bodhi prodigy had also fallen short—just half a step from slaying the first-disciple, yet he could not cross that final threshold, and met his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, no one dared trust their own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all fake...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monk’s lips trembled, muttering aloud what all felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark robe stirred; Shen Yi stood amid the cosmos, one man, one sword—a heavenly chasm blocking the Bodhi Sect’s path, filling all with an unbearable sense of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining prodigy monks stepped onto the dark cloud with numb faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before fighting, their Buddhist hearts began to shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer understood the meaning of their lifelong cultivation—was it merely to walk this path of no return, so that the pale-faced True Person in dark robes might grow even paler?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed on the verge of collapse—but like this impenetrable void of black clouds, no one knew when that “verge” would finally arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Yin stared blankly at the arena, then suddenly jolted as if struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the purple-gold alms bowl, his whole body trembling, he glanced around the empty space—and realized in horror that it was his turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Joyful True Buddha had saved him, his heart had burned with vengeance—he had longed to shatter the Grand Void True Person’s body, to force him to crawl like a stray dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the seven-refined purple-gold bowl in his hands gave him no confidence—only a coldness, seeping into his very core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind reeled—he could not recall how he had reached this dark cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils reflected the figure before him, its aura reduced to a thread—the seven-battle-weary Shen Yi stood upright, yet his breath was clearly fading, as if one final push would extinguish this guttering candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet under these conditions, Miao Yin felt his limbs grow weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his master’s ultimate treasure, his position repaired by the Joyful True Buddha himself, infused with faint Buddha power—all meant to aid him in taking the final step toward Immortal Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the True Buddha’s direction, several prodigy disciples had sacrificed their lives to drain the opponent’s calamity reserves—now, at last, came the moment to pluck the fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he slew this True Person, his fellow disciples would surely cheer and elevate him to that position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Miao Yin raised his gaze toward the opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he met Shen Yi’s calm eyes, he instinctively sought to avoid them—his weakness reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the eyes of both sects’ disciples, Miao Yin’s eyes bloodshot, teeth clenched, veins bulging on his neck—he suddenly bent his knees, unable to stand, collapsing onto his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head bowed, he dared not look at the two True Buddhas, only tremblingly raised the bowl above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the precedent of Hao Ming, everyone understood what he intended—and every face filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many disciples had sacrificed themselves to create this opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Eastern Continent’s True Buddhas would surely favor their own, for Miao Yin to be chosen was a divine gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Three Immortals Sect’s prodigies, including Li Shan, had prepared to take over for Grand Void Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, Miao Yin had chosen to kneel and surrender?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, Hao Ming was merely an obscure Immortal family member—yet Miao Yin was among the Bodhi Sect’s top contenders for the throne; their actions carried vastly different consequences for honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Joyful True Buddha’s face had turned ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To provoke such a reaction from a First-Rank titan—Miao Yin was unique among Third-Rank cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eastern Pole Emperor feigned calm, watching the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly eighty percent of the Immortal disciples below were disciples of the Three Pure Ones—his relationship with them was minimal; as long as the Great Calamity was unaffected, he could accept any death toll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the ever-kind Earth Mother had yet to intervene—this surprised him slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Earth Mother, these Immortal disciples—even himself and the Three Pure Ones—were destroying the divine dynasty she had helped build; even a clay Bodhisattva has a spark of anger—how much more so a Divine Emperor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, the Eastern Pole Emperor slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectacle had been enough—he would let the monks handle it themselves; further provocation might ignite their true wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, all disciples of both sects awaited the most absurd event of this calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Void True Person, who had always waited for the opponent to strike first, now moved for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, drew a treasure pouch from his sleeve, and held it tightly in his palm, studying it intently, his fingertips tracing the crimson cloud patterns on its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the treasure pouch appeared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all seventy-two cave Immortals changed expression; Xuanwei Zi clenched his five fingers sharply—he finally understood what his first disciple was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the debate began, every move he made seemed unrelated to aspiring to the Immortal Emperor’s throne, and it was unlikely the Eastern Pole Emperor had secretly issued any decree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said that during the affair with You Yao, it was Chi Yun who intervened to stop Qing Guang and saved Shen Yi’s life… Could all of this today be repayment for that debt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Chi Yun Zi stood frozen, his breathing ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Shen Yi—who had not spoken a word since announcing his name and fighting seven bouts—opened his mouth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Master Chu Xi of Chi Yun Cave was beaten to death by you all—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you ever consider sparing his life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!” The cold voice echoed beside Master Miaoyin’s ear; he jerked his head up, staring in horror at the crimson cloud pattern on the pouch, then turned deathly pale, pupils shrinking—he could no longer bear his inner turmoil and was about to cry surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at the same time, the black clouds, which had previously been easily torn apart by anyone, suddenly surged into a vast, overwhelming torrent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-robed figure stepped forward, appearing instantly behind Master Miaoyin; as overwhelming tribulation energy flooded into the Wuwei Sword, it erupted with an unprecedented blinding white radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade pierced through the Bodhisattva’s neck, emerging from his throat, spraying crimson as it forcibly pinned him in a kneeling posture between the yellow clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yi’s expression was calm and focused; his long boots stood firm on Master Miaoyin’s shoulder, his palms applying steady pressure, twisting the blade slowly—intent on spinning the man’s head clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abandoned his baiting tactics and finally struck openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single sword stroke, he declared to the world the true limit of a Great Luo Immortal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shan covered his eyes with his hand, blocking the blinding white arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never imagined that someone with only a third-rank cultivation base could unleash such terrifying swordlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingxu Zi gaped in disbelief—he could hardly believe that the immortal sword which had terrified both sects was the very Wuwei Sword he himself had once bestowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a beast-like roar erupted from the Bodhi Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great monk with twelve eyes on his brow leapt into the air; this Great Free Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva’s face was monstrous, his coarse palm—clad in sleeves—hurling tribulation energy so potent it made the four great peaks tremble slightly, slammed down toward the dark-robed figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, his unique Dao pattern manifested in the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva had prior grievances; even before Miaoyin stepped onto the stage, the seventy-two cave Immortals had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fastest to act were Xuanwei Zi and Chi Yun Zi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more Dao patterns surged into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the endpoint of the three Dao patterns, Shen Yi, with his back turned to the Great Free Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva, closed his eyes where no one could see—and on his calm face, a quiet sigh of relief slipped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah… finally…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taken the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2301,"2026-06-20T15:00:39.689Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","da3adce6cb3171a5b2f078220d64fb32147d1967da97ce81d78f4ab4c6cbe7d6","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-839","immortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-chapter-837",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortality-begins-with-slaying-demons-cover.jpg"]