Chapter 881: Ao Yulie

After spending some time in deep conversation with these people, Tang Luo and the others convinced them with reason, making these five believe they were not traitors but saviors.

At the same time, they introduced the situation in detail.

According to these people, the Great You Dynasty once existed, but that was several hundred years ago.

Nowadays—before the heavenly calamity struck, the mortal dynasty was not the Great You; there were many mortal kingdoms across the world, opposing and competing with each other, occasionally causing friction.

Moreover, the boundary between immortals and mortals was relatively clear.

The major sects rarely intervened in the disputes of mortal kingdoms.

The time of the heavenly calamity was fifty years ago, according to these people.

Fifty years ago, the cultivation world was still in its heyday.

Not only were Nascent Soul cultivators active, but Spirit Transformation cultivators had become leaders of the cultivation world, and even the Void Refining realm was within reach, no longer a pure legend.

Until that black rain fell.

A black rain that almost covered everything within sight.

This rain lasted a full month, and all things withered.

After the black rain came a beast tide; for unknown reasons, despite the withering of all things and the mass death of mortals and plants, the numbers of wild beasts and demonic beasts did not decrease much.

At the same time, a strange mutation occurred, their numbers surged, and they began to sweep across the world.

Large numbers of demonic beasts appeared, devouring everything before them like a pack of hungry gluttonous beasts, like a swarm of locusts.

No sect of cultivators in the world escaped attack.

In the war against the demonic beasts, cultivators suffered heavy losses; a war lasting over ten years caused the immortal sects to fragment extensively, with only one in ten remaining.

Meanwhile, the black rain still appeared from time to time. It went beyond mere withering, now bringing a violent corrosive toxicity.

Even cultivators could not withstand it.

Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, if exposed within the black rain's range, would be affected within half an hour and even fall ill.

Yes, that is falling ill.

Even after a month-long black rain, another black rain would still make cultivators sick, weak, or even die; worse, this was not limited to those who had been rained on.

The toxin of the black rain could spread among cultivators, causing a greater impact.

When cultivators noticed this situation, the black rain's toxin had already infected many people.

It spread like a plague, dealing another heavy blow to the cultivation world.

After the black rain's poison and the beast tide continually weakened the cultivation world's strength, the true apocalypse descended: World-Ending Heavenly Demons came down from heaven, bringing a strange great army, and with their mighty power, their iron hooves trampled the world.

Famine Heavenly Demon, Plague Heavenly Demon, and Death Heavenly Demon.

They almost wiped out this world's civilization… no, not just civilization, but they sought to plunge the entire world into dead silence, turning it into a land of death.

Tang Luo recalled the world he had passed through when he was looking for Ne Zha.

Upon careful recollection, it seemed there really were one or two such dead worlds, not naturally formed, with clear signs of artificial origin.

As for Zhu Bajie, he thought of a mission they had once undertaken.

That mission's main purpose was actually to 'save Senior Brother Sun Wukong'.

The task in the Gods and Demons Game was merely an incidental side objective.

But that time was also an invasion of Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, which brought a great disaster, and its form was war!

"What's that—could it be the apocalypse, the Four Horsemen?" Zhu Bajie said amid the gray mist, "War, death, famine, plague. Master, do you still remember the guy who just crawled out of the black cocoon and was immediately beaten to death by Senior Brother with a staff?"

"I remember now." Tang Luo said, "Was that fellow War? Now, the other three are the ones bringing about the world's end in this world. Could they also be considered deities?"

"Cough." Ao Yulie gave a light cough, "Master, don't judge with your eyes."

Each of them is enough to destroy the world; calling them deities is not an exaggeration.

"Are the Four Horsemen transcendent beings?" Zhu Bajie speculated.

Now it is certain that those who can travel between worlds are either people of the Heavenly Court or transcendent beings.

The Four Horsemen's style is clearly off; they probably do not belong to the Heavenly Court and are most likely transcendent beings.

Of course, it's also possible that there is a massive force similar to the Heavenly Court, and the Weather Four Horsemen are members of that force, just like Qin Guang Wang and others, endowed with the ability to travel between worlds.

Or perhaps it is both.

They could be transcendent beings who also belong to a powerful force, akin to Lords of Fate.

"Then where are these World-Ending Heavenly Demons?" Tang Luo asked the few cultivators.

The several cultivators all shook their heads.

Including the false Golden Core cultivator, they also said they didn't know; the World-Ending Heavenly Demons have occupied no base, their appearance is solely to destroy this world.

They will bring their World-Ending armies to any corner where they are needed, wiping out the remaining cultivators.

A headquarters? Even if such a place existed, it would certainly not be known to a mere false Golden Core cultivator.

Perhaps those who still exist and can barely resist one or two of the World-Ending Heavenly Demons know.

Right, one thing is certain: the World-Ending Heavenly Demons are not beyond communication, because some traitors have appeared.

This proves they are intelligent beings.

"Why did the war we encountered last time seem like an emotionless war machine?" Ao Yulie wondered.

"That's because they didn't even get a chance to speak before Senior Brother beat them to death." Zhu Bajie said, "Others probably wanted to beg for mercy at death's door, but Senior Brother gave them no opportunity."

That's quite awkward.

So this time we can actually say a few words to the remaining three horsemen, proving they are not feelingless apocalypse machines.

The goal was quickly established; thereafter, as Zhu Bajie said, we find the target and kill them, leaving not a scrap of armor.

Simple and easy—we excel at that.

"Under what circumstances will those World-Ending armies be summoned?" Tang Luo asked the five cultivators, "Believe me, I am a poor monk come to exterminate the World-Ending Heavenly Demons and save the world."

To express his stance, Tang Luo threw a punch at the sky, blasting apart the black clouds above his head.

The sudden black rain ended.

Several cultivators fell silent; where did this Buddhist monk who calls himself Xuanzang come from? Is this the talk of traitors? This strength truly shocks and frightens.

And they still aren't clear on how to attract the Apocalypse Army.

The past few decades could still be called a period of resistance, but in the last ten years the cultivators have been utterly defeated. Massive numbers of techniques have been lost, lineages cut off, cultivators scattered everywhere just barely surviving, unable to mount any truly effective counterattack.

Hiding from the Doomsday Heavenly Demon and surviving has become almost everything.

Actively seeking out the Doomsday Heavenly Demon—how could that be possible?

How to avoid the Doomsday Heavenly Demon? It's not much different from ordinary hide-and-seek: stay quiet, keep a low profile, hide underground or in mountain crevices.

If there's nothing to do, just don't go out.

And to find the Doomsday Heavenly Demon, just do the opposite.

Make noise, be flashy—when there's nothing else to do, just fly up into the high skies.

Lure a group of the Apocalypse Army and kill them; dance on their graves, and soon you'll draw the next batch, letting grass grow on their tombs—no need to estimate the grave grass five feet high before the next batch arrives.

What is luring monsters? That's what luring monsters is—just a matter of raising a few voices.

"To make you believe I'm here to save the world, I'll first kill a few Doomsday Heavenly Demons as a welcome gift." Tang Luo followed this world's way of address.

"Little White Dragon, say hello." Tang Luo said.

"Master, can't you mock?" Ao Yu Lie indicated that greeting also comes in various forms.

Among them, Tang Luo's Mocking Divine Ability is the most effective—with a greeting comes a response, so there's no need to worry about the other party ignoring this awkward situation.

"Without a target, you can't mock." Tang Luo shook his head.

"All right." Ao Yu Lie cleared his throat, and a dragon's chant sounded.

It rang through the clouds and spread in all directions.

Upon hearing it, the Howling Heavenly Dog instantly perked up, leapt to its feet, transformed into a huge combat form, and let out a long howl to the heavens.

The genuine tiger's roar and dragon's chant overlapped, forming sound waves.

Under Tang Luo and company's feet, the buildings already battered by the dazzling black rain collapsed completely; even the stones on the ground kept trembling, becoming ever finer.

With the Howling Heavenly Dog joining in, Ao Yu Lie couldn't afford to lose to her, so he chose to increase the volume.

The Howling Heavenly Dog refused to yield, its wolf-like howl growing even stronger.

How could Ao Yu Lie tolerate the Howling Heavenly Dog's presumption of pressing down on him? In the midst of his dragon chant, an endless majesty suddenly arose.

With his extraordinary innate talent, the might of a true dragon cannot be suppressed by mere sound.

And the Howling Heavenly Dog bears the name 'Howling Heaven'; ordinary dragon might naturally wouldn't make her retreat.

Just as Ao Yu Lie was about to properly compare, a roar came from the distant horizon.

Murderous aura shot up to the heavens, sweeping in.

Moreover, listening to this sound, the accompanying pressure was likewise a dragon's chant.

I don't know whether it comes from a true dragon's mouth or some special divine ability technique, but it will soon be clear.

"Heh, you dare to copy my dragon's chant?" Ao Yu Lie stopped his dragon chant, looked toward the direction the sound came from, scoffed, "Come get killed—I'll immediately show you why flowers are so red!"

With a wild, unrestrained aura, the dragon's chant grew louder and louder.

At the edge of the sky appeared a slender dragon's body, elegant yet bearing a ferocious majesty—yet it looked remarkably similar to Ao Yu Lie's true dragon form.

However, it bore many more wounds, its eyes were crimson, and it possessed a lethal grimness that Ao Yu Lie lacked.

Besides that, a pair of dragon horns sharp as swords appeared, not looking like natural growth but rather altered.

"Ha, you not only copied my voice but also imitated my 'person'?" Ao Yu Lie smirked, "You little traitor dragon, your path is narrowing."

Approaching Tang Luo and company, that white dragon suddenly sped up, turning into a silver-white streak of light that shot toward Ao Yu Lie.

Immediately after, a flash of light revealed a handsome, heroic white-clad woman whose face resembled Ao Yu Lie's by seventy percent, bearing feminine softness, with heroic bearing in her brows that even surpassed his.

"Demon Lord?" the white-clad woman looked at Tang Luo, quite surprised, "You… you found another dragon?"

Those five cultivators widened their eyes at Tang Luo.

You still claim you're not a Doomsday Heavenly Demon? Even the title of Demon Lord has come out!

You must be the Demon Lord behind the three Doomsday Heavenly Demons!

Danger!

In an instant, bright red characters appeared on Ao Yu Lie's forehead: "Master, you actually have a dragon behind my back outside?!"

An unprecedented, supreme crisis!