Chapter 387

The middle-aged woman could no longer tolerate it; she stepped forward herself and spat out a brilliant silver radiance that slashed directly toward Ji Haoyue.

Ji Haoyue's expression remained calm, unmoved, but the space around him shifted—a night curtain descended, plunging heaven and earth into darkness; behind him, a vast blue sea surged, and a bright moon slowly rose, pouring down holy light.

"The moon rises over the sea!"

"This is the ancient great one's Sea of Wheels phenomenon—he actually cultivated it."

Everyone was stunned.

As soon as that radiant moon appeared, each strand of moonlight carried the weight of ten thousand jun; countless lunar rays rained down, instantly freezing the middle-aged woman's divine weapon and reducing it to dust in an instant—then the holy moon rotated, and moonlight struck her body in a flash.

The demon woman was instantly obliterated, her flesh reduced to dust, her form and spirit annihilated.

At this moment, the blue sea shimmered, a radiant moon hung in the sky, and Ji Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, never having moved.

"Young Master is truly peerless—he didn't even strike, yet the moon rising over the sea already annihilated that demon elder woman."

"Hmph, that old woman disrespected the Young Master—she deserved to die. A mere ant dared to resist the Young Master's divine might."

Beside Ji Haoyue, two maids wore joyful expressions; their eyes were filled with Ji Haoyue—his Young Master was utterly serene and ethereal, like a living poem or painting.

Though the sun blazed overhead, the moment the Young Master moved, night descended here—it was simply inconceivable.

The blue sea surged, tides rising and falling, the moon hanging above, evoking a profound emptiness; though waves roared, an atmosphere of tranquility and peace lingered.

Yet this tranquility and peace applied only to the Ji family; for the demon race, it was a catastrophe.

"Our demon race has fallen so low—a woman who cultivated for decades was killed so easily."

Another woman from the demon race stepped forward, her face filled with grief; the dead woman had been like a sister to her, they had supported each other for years, yet today she was slain here by Ji Haoyue, whose divine body had just formed.

And now, even more demon cultivators would die at the hands of the Ji family.

"Princess, once you've cultivated it, annihilate every member of the Ji clan—we will fight to the death for you!"

The woman's heart burned with rage, desperate to exterminate these arrogant, bullying Ji clan scoundrels—but she knew she couldn't destroy them, only fight to the death.

The woman pushed through the crowd, rode upon clouds, and rushed forward to fight Ji Haoyue to the death.

But as figures moved, Ji family elders appeared everywhere; as the woman prepared to fight, three old men blocked her path.

"You're truly cautious—afraid the divine body will perish prematurely? Why let him come out at all?"

The woman's heart seethed with fury, yet her face remained coldly expressionless.

"We will not intervene—only observe."

The three Ji family elders said this, yet their caution was still evident.

This cultivation trial of the divine body was solely to kill the demon race and seize the Emperor's weapon—never intended to be killed.

Ji Haoyue smiled lightly, his purple robes fluttering as he stepped forward, away from the three elders, and said to the woman: "Attack me if you dare."

The woman's face twisted with a cold sneer; she seized the air, and a small green cliff emerged in her hand—within an instant, it expanded to the size of a real mountain, crashing down upon Ji Haoyue's head, aiming to obliterate this madman who dared steal the Demon Emperor's weapon.

But the space around Ji Haoyue was already a vast blue sea, capable of containing all things; as the emerald mountain loomed down, it sank into the blue sea without stirring a single ripple.

The mountain's size was insignificant compared to that boundless blue sea.

This was precisely the terrifying nature of the "moon rising over the sea" phenomenon: the luminous moon's every ray weighed ten thousand jun, capable of annihilating flesh, while the endless blue sea held boundless power—able to contain all things, and also destroy all things.

This was one of the many phenomena cultivated by ancient sages, representing the ultimate of offense and defense; since ancient times, those who could cultivate such a phenomenon were peerless geniuses destined to reach the highest realms.

Ji Haoyue unleashed the "moon rising over the sea" phenomenon, instantly absorbing the woman's treasured artifact—her face turned ashen; she began burning her own life force for a final, desperate battle.

But it was useless—the raging blue sea surged forth and instantly engulfed the woman.

Terrifying power crushed from all sides; the woman had no strength left to resist—her flesh disintegrated into ash, her blood and flesh dissolved.

"Kill!"

Two young demon women's faces showed grief; they sensed their fate and prepared to fight desperately.

Together, they summoned a treasured artifact—a golden jade shears transformed into two dragons, coiling and thrashing as they plunged downward.

But Ji Haoyue still wielded the "moon rising over the sea" phenomenon; the clear radiance fell, gentle beams spilling forth, instantly shattering the golden jade shears' light.

Moonlight rained down, and the two young demon women were also obliterated, slain by Ji Haoyue.

"Yan Yan Ruyu, will you not surrender the Emperor's weapon? Must the Young Master kill every last one of you before you give it up?!"

Seeing this, one of Ji Haoyue's maids shouted again.

"It seems these demons are utterly stubborn—Young Master, strike now and slay them all, then seize the Emperor's weapon."

Another maid spoke up.

"Indeed, indeed—Ji Haoyue's divine body has just formed; today's display proves its extraordinary power. That demon woman had long entered the Secret Realm, yet she couldn't withstand a single blow from Ji Haoyue."

On this Shanfeng, a Ji family elder nodded.

"Indeed—the 'moon rising over the sea' is the phenomenon of ancient sages. My divine body possesses the bearing of a sage. Since the Demon Emperor is dead, his Emperor's weapon belongs only to my Ji family's divine body—it alone deserves to wield it. That demon Princess Yan Ruyu is foolish—let us kill her too."

"Exactly so. Times have changed. When the Demon Emperor was alive, they had some dignity; now that the Demon Emperor is dead, the demon race are but ants before our Eastern Wilderness clans. What princess? Merely that—perhaps we should capture her and make her Ji Haoyue's maid."

Another Ji family elder chuckled.

"We need not intervene—let us simply witness the divine body's might."

All the Ji family elders smiled, awaiting the divine body's capture of the demon princess and the seizure of the Emperor's weapon.

Two Emperor's weapons in one family—this was an excellent thing.

As Ji Haoyue appeared invincible and the Ji family loomed with predatory intent, a voice suddenly rang out in the arena.

"The Ji family has great courage indeed."

The voice drifted lazily through the void, yet no one could be seen.

In the next instant, terrifying power erupted.

Infinite, dreadful energy seemed to exist in the void—unseen, intangible—and the moment it appeared, most of the Ji family's guarding elders were obliterated.

A terrifying Void Divine Thunder suddenly manifested above Ji Haoyue's head—a Void Divine Thunder evolved from the Great Cutting Technique—exploded, and Ji Haoyue's previous calmness vanished instantly; he was as if struck heavily.

The "moon rising over the sea," the ancient sage's phenomenon, was cut by the Great Cutting Technique—the moon itself threatened to shatter, and the boundless blue sea could not resist the cutting force, instantly torn open.

As Ji Haoyue was about to be obliterated in a single strike by Fang Yu's Great Cutting Technique, this Ji family divine body finally revealed his family's hidden depth—on his body emerged an ancient bronze mirror, floating and sinking, radiating a hazy, chaotic aura.

As this mirror appeared, rolling chaotic energy engulfed Ji Haoyue's body; he was about to shield the maids beside him when a white light slashed through—two maids' heads fell to the ground, then turned to ash and vanished.

Dead beyond any chance of revival.

"Who are you? Come out now!"

When the blood of the two maids splattered before Ji Haoyue's eyes, he finally changed—his brows furrowed, twisting into a tight knot.

Ji Haoyue was enraged.

Utterly enraged.

These two maids had accompanied him for a long time; they were women he deeply valued, and now they had been brutally killed—this was a provocation, an outright slap to his face.

Vast amounts of power surged into the ancient mirror; terrifying chaotic light flowed, as if seeking to return heaven and earth to primordial chaos.

"The Ancient Ji Clan actually brought out their Emperor Artifact to compete for our demon race's Emperor Artifact."

At that moment, a woman appeared—her white robes fluttered, her black hair danced lightly, her eyes like water: it was Princess Yan Ruyu of the demon race.

In her palm glowed a radiance, like a severed fragment of rainbow—blindingly bright, impossible to discern clearly—but a terrifying power emanated from this light.

Emperor Artifact.

Yan Ruyu finally decided to act; she resolved to clash her demon race's Emperor Artifact directly against the Ancient Ji Clan's Void Mirror, to fight this divine body of the Ancient Ji Clan.

At this point, a fair battle seemed possible.

That mysterious warrior from nowhere had slain the Ancient Ji Clan's guardian in an instant—this was good for her; now, she decided no longer to retreat, but to fight Ji Haoyue in the midst of battle.

Yan Ruyu floated like an immortal; behind her, a divine manifestation appeared—sea and sky as one, emerald waves like a mirror, golden lotuses blooming from the sea, each lotus leaf brimming with vitality, dazzling and radiant.

A gentle breeze passed, and countless golden lotuses bloomed; thick vitality filled the air, making one feel as if they had stepped into the primordial age of creation, where chaotic energy hung misty and thick.

Sea and sky as one, golden lotuses brilliant—like the opening of heaven and earth, born from formlessness.

"Die!"

Ji Haoyue's face turned icy as he once again summoned the manifestation of the moon rising over the sea; a ringing sound, unceasing, was the silver moon's radiance, intent on destroying the golden lotuses.

But the golden lotuses emitted myriad rays of light and a thousand hues of auspicious color—golden lotuses were enough to withstand the moon's might.

"The moon rises over the sea; golden lotuses grow in the bitter sea."

High above, Fang Yu stood calmly, his surroundings filled with mirage vapors and misty water qi—all his cultivated techniques, capable of concealing his form.

Fang Yu did not reveal his form; he merely unleashed one Great Cutting Technique and one White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash, annihilating most of the Ji Clan's elites here.

Had Ji Haoyue not been protected by his Emperor Artifact, he would have died this time too.

But Fang Yu did not act now; instead, he used his technique to capture several Ji Clan Elders who had survived, directly shattering the seals in their minds with Huang Quan Sacred Water, then seizing their clan's lineage.

Great Void Technique.

Correct—the Ancient Ji Clan's lineage, the Great Void Technique, had been directly acquired by Fang Yu; this was his main reason for coming here.

Every scion of an Ancient Clan carries a seal in their mind, forbidding anyone from soul-searching them—if anyone could freely probe their minds, their core techniques would be leaked, and how could an Ancient Clan survive?

A person may die, but their techniques must never be revealed.