Chapter 982

Above the extremely high firmament.

Black demonic clouds roiled, enveloping a space of millions of li in radius.

Violent nine-heaven gales, wrapped in thunder and bearing heavenly fire, surged like the heavenly river, wildly scouring this mass of demonic clouds, shaking the void until countless streaks of heavenly fire and thunder rampaged, striking wildly in all directions.

The sky was filled with strange flowing light rolling about; some elemental-magnetic attribute flowing light, carried by the gale, instantly spread to tens of millions, hundreds of millions of li away; in the sky, seven-colored light glimmered faintly, as if countless rainbows were flowing.

Hundreds of golden flying vessels, ranging from over ten zhang to several dozen zhang in length, hovered silently in the void tens of thousands of li away.

On each flying vessel stood several to dozens of god-slaves clad in heavy armor, their faces concealed by golden transparent crystal masks.

These god-slaves stood there dazedly, watching the destruction caused by the rolling demonic clouds, shaking their heads and sighing continuously.

Within the area shrouded by the demonic clouds, tens of thousands of solar golden wheels had been corroded by the demonic clouds and completely collapsed.

Because of the scouring of thunder and heavenly fire, within the nearby millions-of-li range, even more solar golden wheels were violently trembling; vast numbers of solar golden shafts, like ripe fruit forced to fall, dropped haphazardly to the ground.

These solar golden shafts, not launched from the solar golden wheels, merely drifted aimlessly with the wind; heaven knows where they will drift, where they will fall, and which unlucky souls will suffer a sudden calamity of decapitation.

Furthermore, some solar golden wheels were shaken by the hurricane, deviating from their original orbits and colliding haphazardly with one another.

Some solar golden wheels caught fire and exploded; others plummeted directly from high altitude.

A white-haired, white-bearded god-slave who looked rather old ripped off his helmet, stomped his feet in fury, and cursed: "You brats, don't let Grandfather see you in the Divine Realm, or you'll regret it!"

In a nearby golden flying vessel, another red-haired, red-bearded old man likewise removed his helmet and sneered repeatedly: "Come on, they are god-king-level experts… if they were willing to abandon worldly glory and wealth and willingly submit to the gods, their status would be several ranks above ours."

Lifting his head, the red-haired old man coldly said: "You want to make them look good? Do you want your whole clan executed, or to be slaughtered to the nine relations?"

The white-haired god-slave stared, then stomped his feet in exasperation: "Really… this is unreasonable; we have served our lord loyally and diligently for so many years…"

The red-haired old man let out a low sigh: "Ah, resign yourself to fate. We are merely god-slaves… our cultivation is low, and we lack the auspicious bloodlines that the gods favor in those youngsters, which allow them to escape the yang lifespan limit and enjoy carefree longevity—isn't that enough?"

On the hundreds of flying vessels, the god-slaves looked helplessly at the rolling demonic clouds.

Suddenly, a middle-aged god-slave chuckled softly: "Gentlemen, how much of a shortfall should we report for these destroyed solar golden wheels? In here, what proportion is fire consumption, what proportion is waste, and what proportion is extra consumption? Gentlemen, give us an idea."

The god-slaves all beamed with delight, exchanging glances and flirtatious looks, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Within the demonic clouds, the Demon Supreme and his five avatars joined forces to besiege Public Sun Three Yang.

Wu Tie's surroundings roiled with substantive, brilliant golden light of merit, desperately resisting the frenzied assault of the golden sword curtain.

Public Sun Three Yang compressed the collapsed Buddha-realm in his palm, causing it to shrink into a ball of golden light about three cun in diameter, which he directly tossed into the stone bowl of the True Spark of Flint Fire.

He boldly used this Buddhist treasure as fuel, allowing the True Spark of Flint Fire to devour and burn it, then transformed it into endless flint fire, which became dozens-of-zhang-long fire dragons dancing wildly across the sky, entwining with the Demon Supreme and his five avatars.

The flint fire dragons gradually filled heaven and earth, gradually enveloping a space of a thousand li in radius.

From all directions, within the thick, almost substantive demonic clouds, nine huge demon dragon heads breathed heavily, constantly exhaling strands of gleaming black demonic qi that likewise formed black demon dragons a hundred zhang long, which wildly collided with the flint fire dragons.

A massive jade bi engraved with nine dragons hovered within the black demonic clouds, its entire body flashing with demonic light and exhaling torrents of demonic qi, faintly resonating with the breath of the nine huge dragon heads.

Thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three demon chiefs hid within the demonic clouds, waving their long banners; streams of intangible demonic power surged forth, abruptly sealing the flint fire dragons and then tearing them apart into fragments.

Each time a flint fire dragon exploded, it turned into countless sparks that scattered across the sky with the rushing demonic breath.

When these sparks, large and small, dispersed to a certain extent, they suddenly detonated, shaking the surrounding winds and clouds and cracking the void with numerous half-transparent, barely visible fissures.

Many demon chiefs wielding long banners let out low roars; the force of the exploding sparks sent them tumbling wildly across the sky, their armor continually cracking and then rapidly healing in the demonic qi.

Public Sun Three Yang strained against the Demon Supreme in a deadlock, gritting his teeth: "Today, it's either you or me… I have endured for so many years, I can no longer bear it… Something has changed on Wa Island; today I must unite my primordial spirit, and I will completely turn all the good things I have obtained into my own strength!"

"I shall become the human king of the Youxiong clan."

"I shall become the human emperor of all mankind!"

"I will make those mad women of Wa Island kneel before me one by one, like the courtesans in a brothel, and let me do as I please!"

Public Sun Three Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the Demon Supreme: "You will never know just how many good things I have obtained from Wa Island and the Reincarnation Valley… heh, hehe, hehehe!"

Public Sun Three Yang drew a deep breath, then forcefully slapped the back of his own head.

His already withered and shrunken body shrank once more.

Accompanied by a low growl, a seemingly crude stone statue flew out from Public Sun Three Yang's body. The statue had a dragon's head, a lion's body, a tiger's tail, and wings on its back, its whole form curled and crouched on the ground.

At first glance, it appears to be a crude statue carved from ordinary granite.

But upon closer inspection, every line and pattern on the statue is naturally formed, subtly matching the trajectories of the stars strewn across the void.

Threads of lively light flickered within the statue, accompanied by a low beastly roar, and the statue suddenly sprang to life.

The statue, several dozen zhang tall, instantly turned into flesh and blood, then lunged forward, pinning the Demon Supreme's beast-path avatar beneath its body; its stout foreclaws frenziedly tore at it, and in just a few strikes the avatar was left covered in scales and wounds.

The beast-path avatar screamed in agony, spewing black blood and exhaling black qi as it rolled together with the stone statue into the vast black clouds.

"This is a divine beast that guarded the tomb of the ancient Fuxi." Public Sun Three Yang panted, chuckling "heehee": "Who knows what its name is? But after all, it was placed to guard the tomb of an ancient sage; even if I can only offer a limited amount of essence blood, its power is still considerable, right?"

Panting, Public Sun Three Yang produced a small pill bottle, took out three blood-red pellets, and swallowed them in one gulp.

His withered, shrunken body swiftly swelled up as if inflated.

He chuckled "hehe": "You have no idea how much foundation I possess; you couldn't even imagine. Hey, hehe, after enduring countless hardships and braving that great danger, I have finally obtained today's opportunity… you dare not think of ruining my grand plan."

Wu Tie simply sat cross-legged in midair, allowing the golden sword curtain to hover above his head.

He activated the golden light of merit, letting strands infiltrate the golden sword curtain, while simultaneously laying layer upon layer of a spacetime labyrinth around himself, shielding himself thoroughly.

This spacetime labyrinth cannot block the sword intent and sword qi emanating from the golden sword curtain, but Wu Tie believes that if the Demon Supreme and his ilk wish to ambush him, this labyrinth will certainly give them a good show.

Suddenly a wail rang out; a figure wielding a white bone banner flickered like a ghost behind Public Sun Three Yang, intending to ambush his hell-path avatar, but was inexplicably pierced through the body by a golden vajra spike entirely wreathed in blazing flames, its handle shaped like a lotus.

Red flames engulfed the hell-path avatar, which burned wildly; it shrieked hysterically, spewing mouthfuls of scarlet fire that formed blazing crimson lotuses, writhing in agony as it tumbled through the air.

Public Sun Three Yang's body, having just become much more robust, saw his left arm completely turn into a thin reed stalk.

Obviously, to activate this vajra spike he sacrificed his left arm as payment; the result was that his hell-path avatar temporarily lost all combat ability. This vajra spike is clearly a secret treasure Public Sun Three Yang prepared for dealing with the hell-path avatar, though no one knows how long he spent readying it.

The Demon Supreme's complexion turned extremely grim.

He brandished his great axe and went berserk, chopping wildly at Public Sun Three Yang.

Public Sun Three Yang's whole body was enveloped in thick flint fire; when the great axe struck the flint fire, it sent sparks flying across the sky, shaking Public Sun Three Yang so that viscous blood trickled from his nostrils, yet for a moment the Demon Supreme could not break through this layer of flint fire.

"Damn it, I am the true self, I am the true self, I am the true self!" The Demon Supreme felt waves of chill and dread, and he howled hysterically at Public Sun Three Yang.

"No, we are both the true self… only those five are genuine, thorough, pure avatars." Public Sun Three Yang fixed the Demon Supreme with a sinister gaze: "How can one person have two true selves? So hurry up and remerge with me."

The Demon Sovereign's demon flag rose slowly above his head; he looked at Gong Sun San Yang and said in a deep voice: "No, I am the Demon Emperor, I am the Supreme, I shall be the master!"

The black demon flag transformed into a huge black Taiji diagram, which slowly pressed down from above his head toward Gong Sun San Yang.

The void twisted, the aura warped; countless fist-sized black thunderbolts shaped like skulls poured out of the Taiji diagram like a violent storm, fiercely striking the flint fire surrounding Gong Sun San Yang.

The black skulls attached to the flint fire then dissipated on their own.

Each black skull thunderfire that dissipated carried away an equal volume of flint fire.

Countless skull-shaped thunderbolts fell, and the flint fire protecting Gong Sun San Yang was worn away layer by layer.

Gong Sun San Yang gazed deeply at the Demon Sovereign: "Ah, I didn't expect you to have become a force, but I am the true self!"

Gong Sun San Yang gritted his teeth, lightly waved his right hand, and a three-foot-long bluish-gold mulberry branch flew out; with a single strike, golden blazing flames rose on the branch, shattering all the black skull thunderbolts that had fallen from above.

The Demon Sovereign spat out a mouthful of old blood, gritted his teeth, and swung his great axe more frenziedly, launching a fierce assault on Gong Sun San Yang.

At the same time, the avatars of the Heavenly Dao, Asura Dao, and Hungry Ghost Dao also swarmed forward, each holding demon treasures, and launched a hysterical barrage of bombardment at Gong Sun San Yang.

After all, as the Demon Emperor of the Supreme Demon Realm, the Demon Sovereign and his five avatars truly possessed many fine things.

Each demon treasure is a top-grade lethal weapon, its power comparable to that of a supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Wu Tie sat cross-legged to the side and simply closed his eyes.

Far away in Wudu, the capital of Wuguo, inside the palace city, within the underground palace where Wu Tie's three avatars were in seclusion refining the giant flying vessel, the Yin-Yang Daoist, the Canghai Daoist, and the Five Elements Daoist simultaneously opened their eyes, and together let out a great roar, forcibly suppressing that giant flying vessel into the Grand Dao furnace.

Three streaks of light shot out of the underground palace; the Yin-Yang Daoist's rebuke echoed throughout Wudu: "Six Desires Demon Lord, come with us for a trip… Hmm, these friends aren't very friendly, are they? No matter where they come from, capture them alive and throw them into the heavenly prison."

"Hmm, thank you, elders, for extracting all the cow-bezoar and horse treasures from the bellies of these conceited friends."

Six gloomy demonic lights shot up from within Wudu City; the Six Desires Demon Lord let out a hoarse shriek and issued a vexing, strange laugh, then immediately followed the three Yin-Yang Daoists as they charged into a military camp outside Wudu City.

Inside the camp, a massive teleportation array whirred to life; the three Yin-Yang Daoists together with the Six Desires Demon Lord thus traveled directly from Wudu to the newly built majestic military city in Nanjiang, prepared specially for the army of the Supreme Demon Realm.

Nine streaks of light rushed out of the military city; with a flash they arrived at the battlefield where the three Wu Jin brothers were fiercely fighting; the Yin-Yang Daoist let out a long whistle, and the nine streaks of light simultaneously charged into the giant teleportation gate.

Qiong Ji and the other eight Demon Lords of the Supreme Demon Realm exclaimed in unison: "Nine venerables? Plus you…"

Qiong Ji and his companions' faces changed, and they turned to flee into the teleportation gate.

But just as they lifted their feet, a dreadful curse-witchcraft power swept out from within the military city; the eight Demon Lords of the Eight Expeditionary Envoy families all grunted in unison, and from their seven apertures poured forth blood plasma of five colors and six shades, bizarrely hued, while their bodies were beset by all manner of ailments, and over a thousand kinds of strange and bizarre witchcraft poisons appeared out of thin air, firmly and forcibly invading their bodies.

Wu Jin swung his great axe, and with one blow sent a Demon Lord before him screaming, spitting a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.

"Wu Tie… what mischief are you up to?" Wu Jin, shouldering his great axe, looked up and cursed: "Brother, I finally found a worthy opponent… Damn it, a bunch of weaklings, and they just collapsed?"

Qiong Ji, furious and embarrassed, spat blood while shouting hoarsely: "Our injuries haven't healed… you, how many venerables do you actually have? This witchcraft of yours… its power is somewhat outrageous… just how many venerables have you employed?"

Wu Yu's rather shameless voice came from within the city walls.

"It seems we're bullying you a bit… but the Wu clan, young and old, has always fought wars this way. You alone have offended our Wu clan, and the entire Wu clan, young and old, will fight you to the death… though your numbers exceed ours tenfold, a hundredfold, our entire clan, young and old, will still fight you to the death."

"Well, our clan from top to bottom has over three hundred venerables… if you could muster three thousand venerables to bully us, the Wu clan would certainly not be weaklings; we would go all out and fight you to the death!"

The eight Demon Lords all spat blood.

That's too shameless. Where would they get three thousand venerables from?

Nine streaks of light shot out of the teleportation array; in an instant they were above Shanfeng City, then a flash, a step of a million li, straight up to the highest firmament.