Chapter 983: Seizure

When the Yin-Yang Daoist and his nine companions rushed above Wind‑Wind City, outside the city three old men with sinister auras had turned into gales, swiftly closing in on Wind‑Wind City.

The Yin-Yang Daoist's group covered a million li in a single step, soaring tens of millions of li high in just a few breaths.

The three wind‑formed old men were still over ten‑plus hundred li from Wind‑Wind City when they suddenly activated their evasion technique, looked up toward the city, and said: "Venerable‑level? Nine unfamiliar Venerable‑level auras?"

A ruddy‑complexioned, yin‑soft old man wrapped in threads of blood‑qi sneered: "Is our Demon Emperor digging another pit for us? We've served so many generations of Demon Emperors, but this one is the most restless…"

Before the other two old men could speak, the Yin‑Yang Daoist, who had been shooting straight up to the heavens, suddenly halted his flight.

He glanced toward the north of Wind‑Wind City, smiled faintly, and the innate spiritual treasure Yin‑Yang Two‑Qi Bottle turned into a thread of spiritual light that shot from his head; then a black and a white strand of innate spiritual qi burst forth, instantly sweeping across tens of millions of li of void and enveloping the three old men.

The three old men were caught off guard; their bodies suddenly lightened, and they were involuntarily drawn toward the Yin‑Yang Two‑Qi Bottle.

All three were Venerable‑level masters, veteran old demons of the Supreme Demon Realm; years of plundering had left each with numerous innate spiritual treasures, and they had also painstakingly refined extremely vicious demonic arts.

But they had no time to struggle; the Yin‑Yang Two‑Qi wrapped around them and, like lightning, snapped back into the bottle.

The black and white qi transformed into innate chaotic divine thunder, lashing the three men; they were instantly scorched and disheveled. Moreover, the innate Yin‑Yang sealing bound them, rendering their internal mana unable to move, their flesh and bones going limp like mud in the bottle, unable to resist the bottle's seals that relentlessly erased their mana and flesh.

The Yin-Yang Daoist gave a clear whistle; black and white qi surged beneath his feet, pulling a ten‑thousand‑li black‑white qi wave, he stepped ten million li at a time, and after a few flickers vanished into the high heavens.

The Five Elements Daoist chuckled and glanced at the Yin-Yang Daoist: "Not bad luck, huh?"

The Yin-Yang Daoist smiled and nodded: "Really good luck; these three have formidable cultivation, but they're heavily wounded—only a tenth of their power remains—and I caught them off guard… they're just unlucky."

The Six Desires Demon Lords drooled, greedily staring at the Yin-Yang Daoist's floating bottle above his head.

They gulped down saliva, fixated on refining the three unlucky old demons' essence, qi, and spirit; to the six of them, those three old demons were like a Ten‑Great‑Tonic Pill—just a mouthful would greatly advance their dao.

The Yin-Yang Daoist glanced askance at the Six Desires Demon Lords and lightly said: "Just wait and see what merit you earn this time."

The Six Desires Demon Lords shivered, then, as if injected with chicken blood, they simultaneously emitted sharp laughter, crying, shouting, and roaring, stirring up torrents of evil fluctuations; in a flash they vanished from the sight of the Yin-Yang Daoist, the Five Elements Daoist, and the Vast Sea Daoist.

"They fled so fast!" the Vast Sea Daoist exclaimed in alarm.

"This is the demon… as long as you give them enough sweetness, they can do anything." The Yin-Yang Daoist was startled by the Six Desires Demon Lords' sudden burst of terrifying evasion speed.

When Wu Tie swept through the Demon Realm earlier, the Six Desires Demon Lords hadn't shown such terrifying power, had they?

This time they truly revealed all their hidden strength!

In the high void, rolling demonic clouds shrouded a million‑li radius; nine huge demon‑dragon skulls continuously spat out black demonic qi that condensed into demonic dragons, wildly entangling and slaughtering the lines of spark‑fire dragons.

Thirty‑three thousand three hundred thirty‑three demons held banners, constantly waving them; heavenly evil power turned into an invisible net, ninety‑nine percent of it crushing down on Gongsun SanYang, while the remaining fraction turned into countless faintly visible, ferocious demon‑god skulls that opened their maws to devour Wu Tie.

Wu Tie's body was enveloped in solidified golden merit light; no matter how many demons assaulted him, they could not approach his body.

All demons remained a hundred zhang from Wu Tie; within the golden light they wailed, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted away, then were swiftly sucked back by the banners, warmed, and reborn as stronger demons that howled out again.

Wu Tie sensed the arrival of his three three‑corpse avatars.

He smiled faintly, about to speak to Gongsun SanYang and the Demon Sovereign about one or two things, when six strange, harsh, extremely distorted, evil‑thought‑filled monster laughs rang out.

Someone wept, someone laughed, someone shouted, someone roared angrily…

These six monster laughs were like fine brushes made from rat whiskers, lightly sweeping across people's hearts; gentle, fine, extremely subtle, they stirred the deepest evil thought in the heart.

Heavenly thunder stirred earthly fire; that spark of evil thought, once aroused, instantly turned into a scorching yin‑fire demonic flame that howled from the heart, followed the heart's various orifices, traced the blood vessels linked to the heart, and "whoosh‑whoosh" swept through the whole body, infusing the five viscera and six bowels, the blood vessels and meridians, the acupoints and divine apertures…

Gongsun SanYang, the Demon Sovereign, and the Demon Sovereign's five major avatars all shuddered; a faint fist‑sized six‑colored demonic flame rose above their heads; from their pores came almost invisible wisps of mist, filling the air with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and other strange odors.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy correspond to the deepest desires in the human heart.

Unless one is a near‑saint of the Great Dao, everyone harbors evil thoughts in their heart; such evil thoughts cannot be completely eradicated.

Especially figures like Gongsun SanYang and the Demon Sovereign, who scheme endlessly and have countless thoughts; their hearts have deposited untold amounts of ruthless, vicious, malicious, and poisonous notions.

When this demonic flame ignites, those thoughts become the most terrifying karmic fire in heaven and earth, burning their flesh till it cracks, boiling their marrow, drying their blood vessels, and shrouding their innate spiritual light with a layer of dim gray.

This is the most terrifying demonic art.

Yin‑formless, it arises directly from the heart's own thoughts, harming invisibly.

The Demon Sovereign, Gongsun SanYang, and others roared in anger and shock, staggering, their bodies visibly withering at a discernible pace; the demonic flame within them instantly burned away more than a tenth of their abundant essence, qi, and spirit.

"Seal!" the Demon Sovereign hoarsely cursed: "Which evil demon dares to plot against this emperor?"

The Demon Sovereign's demon banner instantly turned into a demonic cloud that coiled around him; the Nine Dragon Fallen Sorrow Stele screamed down, nine huge demon‑dragon heads dragging long bodies, coiling into a mass that shielded the Demon Sovereign and his five avatars at its center.

Above the Demon Sovereign's head, a black seal entwined with nine dragons shot up into the sky.

This is the Imperial Demon Seal of the Supreme Demon Realm, containing countless demon souls' fragments; when the seal appears, countless ferocious, strange demon silhouettes appear in the void, chanting profound demonic scriptures and turning into black lotuses that envelop the heavens.

Another low bell toll rang; from the Demon Sovereign's chest flew a one‑foot‑square, oddly shaped black copper bell.

The copper bell swayed in the wind and instantly expanded to ten thousand zhang in size.

The bell rang on its own, filling the void with boundless sorrow, as if billions of beings wept and billions of evil ghosts wailed in hell.

A nearly tangible wave of despair and sorrow spread as black‑yellow ripples, suppressing half of the eerie laughter that had triggered the Demon Sovereign's inner demonic flame.

Then a nine‑layered Ghost‑Faced Demon Bone Pagoda sprang from the Demon Sovereign's lower abdomen; it likewise flared in the wind and instantly became a thousand‑zhang tall pagoda; each of its nine layers is carved with countless large and small ferocious demon‑god faces, which, like living beings, puff noses, stare wide, grit teeth, and grin while emitting shrill wails.

With those demon‑god wails, heavenly and earthly primordial energy instantly turned into black demonic light and flame, condensing into countless black blades, spears, swords, and halberds that formed a blade‑storm, rapidly spinning and sweeping indiscriminately in all directions.

After all, the Demon Sovereign is the demon emperor of the Supreme Demon Realm; being ambushed by the Six Desires Demon Lords' vicious demonic art, his reaction was extraordinarily fierce and cruel; each of his demonic treasures is overbearing and ruthless, their power so great it borders on absurd.

"Ah!"

Another scream; the Six Desires Demon Lords' wails, laughter, curses, roars, mournful pleas, and endless supplications rose again, their various strange voices amplified twelve notches.

Their voices turned into ultrafine steel needles, ruthlessly and domineeringly forced into your ears, drilling into your brain, piercing your body, impaling your soul, then bursting forth, forcibly arousing the seven emotions and six desires, then turning into desire‑fire lightning that erupted wildly within the body.

Even with demonic treasures protecting them, the Demon Sovereign and his five avatars still grunted, blood continuously spraying from their seven orifices.

Gongsun SanYang sat cross‑legged within a spark‑fire protection circle; spark fire is the human dao's holy fire, innately capable of suppressing and restraining all evil.

Especially the spark fire in Gongsun SanYang's hand, which is the true primordial spark fire split from the ancient human sage Suiren; its power is immensely superior to the inherited spark fire of the Spark Dynasty, stronger by an unknown multiple.

The sharp, eerie demon‑god cries merely shook Gongsun SanYang's body, causing continual tremors; faint steam of evaporated essence and blood continually rose from his surface; although he lost some essence, qi, and spirit, he did not fall into the extreme passivity that befell the Demon Sovereign.

"Who is it?" Gongsun SanYang also shouted in fury.

He fished out a golden gleaming object from somewhere, clenched it tightly in his right palm, and glared fiercely around.

"Return my life…" a mournful, plaintive cry filled with endless hatred seemed to come from an extremely distant place, or directly from Gongsun SanYang's heart.

That strange cry made Gongsun SanYang's body jolt; a "pop" sounded as if a spring eye burst in his seven orifices, fresh blood spraying like a fountain; his body was covered with a thin layer of six‑colored flame, and within that flame his physique gradually withered and shrank.

In the rolling demonic clouds, the thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three demon cultivators whose cultivation had reached the Divine Clarity Realm all wailed miserably, their bodies as if stuffed with countless tiny firecrackers, continuously popping 'papa-papa', exploding until flesh and blood flew everywhere, then the blood mist filling the sky was burned into six-colored thick fog that rapidly drifted away.

Six twisted light-and-shadow apparitions suddenly appeared within the demonic clouds.

They screamed in unison, the skulls of the thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three demon cultivators all burst open, completely slain by their demonic arts. The six twisted light-and-shadow apparitions laughed in unison, the light-and-shadow rapidly spun, forming six vortices each a hundred li in diameter that fiercely swallowed.

The six-colored thick mist formed from the slain demon cultivators was swiftly devoured by these six light-and-shadow vortices; the aura of the six light-and-shadow vortices made a 'shush-shush-shush' sound, swiftly rising before the eyes of the Demonic Sovereign and Gongsun SanYang.

"Your Majesty, we have come to aid Your Majesty in sweeping away the demons!" The Six Desire Demon Sovereign took human form, bowed respectfully, and paid his respects to Wu Tie, who sat cross-legged in the air.

However, the phrase "sweeping away the demons" issuing from their mouths carried an indescribably sinister tone.

Gongsun SanYang exclaimed in anger and shock: "You brat, you are indeed a demonic path person……scoundrel……you are certainly no good person, your subordinates are actually all such vicious and evil demon heads!"

"Nonsense!" The Six Desire Demon Sovereign, sharing the same mind, shouted in unison: "Your Majesty bears great virtue, is compassionate and benevolent, a peerless sage emperor and divine sovereign; you heretical demons and heterodox paths, how dare you spew nonsense, slandering Your Majesty's purity?"

"Purity?" Gongsun SanYang and the Demonic Sovereign shouted in anger in unison.

Such a Six Desire Demon Sovereign, born of human malicious thoughts, existing between being and non-being, wielding means like the legendary supreme heavenly demon, directly provokes the practitioners' inner malicious thoughts, using them as an attack method, and directly devours enemies' essence blood and desires to enhance its own vicious demonic nature……Such a demon head does not even exist in the Supreme Demon State!

Throughout the Supreme Demon State, all are flesh-and-blood cultivators of the demonic path, fundamentally lacking the existence of such a ferocious and vicious Six Desire Demon Sovereign!

With such an evil demonic creature as a subordinate……you still dare to say you are 'pure'?

"Today, it's either you or me!" The Demonic Sovereign roared, furious and desperate.

The next moment, black and white qi swept in, the strangely shaped bronze bell atop the Demonic Sovereign's head was 'whoosh' sucked away.

Then five-colored divine light poured down heaven and earth; before the Demonic Sovereign could react, his imperial demon seal, his demon bone tower, his demon banner were all rolled up by the five-colored divine light, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Only the Nine Dragons Fallen Sorrow Stele, as the supreme demon state's inherited heavy artifact and national treasure, truly is a top-tier spiritual treasure of immense power.

The five-colored divine light rolled once, twice, thrice, fiercely shaking it more than ten times; the Nine Dragons Fallen Sorrow Stele merely let out an angry dragon roar, the nine magic dragons guarded the Demonic Sovereign and his companions, the stele's main body merely rose slowly, bit by bit, upward, not being swept away by the five-colored divine light in a tumble.

"What……are you people?"

The Demonic Sovereign and his five avatars shouted in unison in shock.

Before the words faded, one hundred and eight groups of lively sea-blue treasure light came howling, striking the Demonic Sovereign and his five avatars with a 'dong-dong-dong' sound.

The Sea God Pearl, each pearl nurturing a world within, each pearl striking down weighs a hundred times, even a thousand times more than a billion great mountains striking together. One heard the Demonic Sovereign and his five avatars' bones cracking continuously all over their bodies, the Demonic Sovereign himself instantly knocked unconscious by the impact.

The Nine Dragons Fallen Sorrow Stele let out a wail; at the moment the Demonic Sovereign fainted, it was directly swept away by the five-colored divine light.

Gongsun SanYang trembled with fear, he hoarsely shouted: "Wait……let me speak……"

'Dong-dong-dong', dozens of blue lights leapt forward in succession, heavily striking, causing Gongsun SanYang's body to shake violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The Great Dao Furnace yawned downward, appearing out of thin air, swallowing the stone bowl held in the trembling hands of Gongsun SanYang in one gulp.

With a 'hoo' heaven-shaking roar, the spark fire within the Great Dao Furnace turned crimson red, its color pure beyond compare, the flame's temperature directly increased by more than a thousandfold.