Chapter 360: Great Yin, Great Yang—Annihilating All Life, Luo Tian Da Jiao

Among the demon race reincarnators, their leader Ye Gou Zhen Daoren and other demons and monsters hurled their magical artifacts into the sky; dozens of demonic winds and strange lights surged forth, filling the heavens with dark, murky energy.

Rolling black clouds churned, dark winds howled, and blood-red aura and demonic energy shot skyward, obscuring half the heavens.

A tidal wave of demonic energy erupted, with crimson light and black radiance weaving through it—about fifty in number. Each of these demons was at least a Great Demon who had formed a demonic core.

Unlike human cultivators, the demon race does not emphasize the principle of "Core Formation Without Regret." Instead, they often rush through the Qi Refining stage, focusing on solidifying their foundation and refining their Dao heart to forge a higher-grade core.

Yet demon race demonic cores are typically crude; as soon as they master a single technique, they can immediately form a demonic core from it.

Even if the demonic core is low-grade, it can be gradually enhanced during the later bloodline transformation stage, elevating the core's quality. Thus, what humans call "Core Formation," the demon race refers to as "Shape Transformation"—a stage of bloodline evolution and physical metamorphosis.

With so many demons who had formed demonic cores, they combined their demonic energy to activate the ritual of "One Hundred Ghosts Marching by Night." The heavens filled with yin-sha energy like a tidal surge; demonic and ghostly qi spread thickly, yin winds howled, yellow sand obscured the sun and moon, and countless yin ghosts and demons surged forward with the force of overturning seas and parting clouds.

In comparison, the Red Tower where the dozen or so human reincarnators and cultivators stood was like a single leaf boat adrift in a towering storm, its faint lights flickering in the dark demonic tide, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

Master Fa Xin struggled to his feet; the halo of light behind his skull, emitted by his śarīra, grew even clearer—though faint, it shone as pure and clean as glass. He turned to look behind him: countless refugees in the wasteland had been awakened by the terrifying spectacle; wails, cries, and desperate screams echoed from behind—men and women calling frantically for loved ones, children wailing in terror.

And the despairing curses of the demon hunters!

Fa Xin's body trembled slightly; he lifted his head, gazing at the gaping ghost gate before him, the scene of a human hell taking shape, and sighed: "From Ju Yao Pass to Tie Wei City, from the Demon Suppression Army to Mang City—how many times have we barely survived? How many comrades have perished, their souls obliterated? All for the sake of guarding those ahead?"

"At least… this time, I won't run again!"

Luo Sen slowly drew his miaodao from behind his back, holding a long Japanese-style sword in one hand and a short miaodao in the other, the two blades positioned front and back, subtly interlocked, facing the boundless ghost tide.

Zhou Zheng also let out a long sigh and called out: "Comrades, rely on the Red Tower and form your battle array!"

He flung seven talisman arrows, embedding them at various points around the Red Tower, aligning with the Big Dipper. Each arrow sealed a powerful spell; together, the seven could form a binding seal. Activating each one triggered a layer of transformation in the seal—the final layer, "Star Shift," could teleport them a thousand li away, their last hope for escape.

He didn't know if the "Star Shift" ability could break through the blockade of "One Hundred Ghosts Marching by Night." But now, there was nothing left but to try!

Brother Qian Chen gazed ahead and saw, within the "One Hundred Ghosts Marching by Night," a terrifying, colossal shadow formed from the convergence of countless demonic and ghostly auras. He smiled suddenly, flicked his flowing sleeves, and with a sweep of his robe, summoned the Great Sage Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin Qin.

In an instant, he appeared outside the Red Tower.

Zhou Zheng, seeing this, grew visibly anxious. "Comrade, what are you doing? Get back into the formation—"

Brother Qian Chen smiled faintly but ignored him. His expression remained calm, treating the surging tide of demonic ghosts as if it were nothing, his gaze fixed solely on the indescribable shadow within the ghost realm.

"The White Bone Demon King has finally shown himself! He's indeed cautious—still hiding behind the scenes. Sister… how well have you refined your technique?"

Ning Ning Qingchen hesitated. "Still no great certainty."

"Then let me lend you a hand!"

The front-line demons, including Ye Gou Zhen Daoren, had already breached within a hundred zhang of the Red Tower. Seeing Brother Qian Chen alone flying ahead, they sneered. Ye Gou Zhen Daoren raised his short staff, forged from human bones and his own fangs, and hurled it forward.

Several fangs, trailing streaks of bloodlight, shot toward Brother Qian Chen's forehead and heart.

These fangs had been forged using the dark art method of "Black Dog Nails," capable of piercing a cultivator's protective spells and corrupting their magic power.

Brother Qian Chen's fingertips rolled with thunderous sound; a beam of ice-phoenix light erupted. With a single finger tap, he pressed it against Ning Ning Qingchen's lower back.

Above Ning Ning Qingchen's head, her second-rank external elixir, the Cold Palace Ice Phoenic, drifted out from behind her skull as a cloud of ice. Brother Qian Chen channeled his own magic power into rolling ice-phoenix divine thunder, pouring it into the ice cloud. The tiny, spinning external elixir gathered all the cold energy…

Ning Ning Qingchen disregarded the damage to her external elixir, forcibly activating its primordial essence by consuming its latent potential.

At that moment, Yan Shu shot a sword-light like a rainbow, slicing suddenly into the clouds. The heavens and earth fell silent for a moment—then thunder rolled across the land, shaking the entire wasteland. Tens of thousands of demonic ghosts slowed their advance.

As the thunder faded, all saw— the demonic clouds obscuring the sky had been cleaved open by the sword-light, forming a rift dozens of li wide, through which moonlight poured down.

It fell upon the ice cloud.

Ning Ning Qingchen's sword, forged from ten-thousand-year-old black ice, shot forth. The Cold Palace Ice Phoenic elixir within the ice cloud bathed in the moonlight column drawn down by Yan Shu, merging ice-phoenix radiance with true yin power—thus was born a terrifying light of utter annihilation.

Then, a white radiance, indescribable and ineffable, like the solemn slaughter of yin, shot from the ice cloud.

The ice cloud dissolved into cold light…

In primordial ages, all heavens were frozen. The Great Yin hung high; heaven and earth were utterly frozen.

"Great Yin Annihilation Divine Light!"

Ning Ning Qingchen softly cried out. A thin line of cold light shot from her brow, sweeping forward across the countless demonic ghosts. A slender, indigo-white beam cut through the air. Far ahead, the three ghost envoys blocking the Red Tower turned deathly pale—even the ever-stoic Ox Head widened his eyes in shock and fled without hesitation.

The Pipa Ghost, hiding within the spiderweb ghost realm, moved slightly too slowly. The Great Yin Annihilation Divine Light brushed the ghost realm from afar—dozens of li of spiderweb and thousands of ghost spiders instantly turned to dust.

The Pipa Ghost merely grazed the divine light—her pipa's tail instantly froze and shattered soundlessly.

Wherever the cold light passed, all life was utterly extinguished!

Brother Qian Chen flicked open the lid of the red leather gourd at his waist, scattering dozens of pure yang elixirs. He shattered a few, releasing a surge of yang energy to protect Ning Ning Qingchen's heart, qi sea, and spiritual sense.

He shattered the remaining elixirs all at once!

A torrent of yang energy, like a blazing river, was driven into the body of the Great Yellow Rooster hidden atop the Red Tower. The Great Yellow Rooster flapped its wings, squawking in agony as if crying, "I can't eat anymore—I'm full to bursting!"

Its feathers glowed crimson-gold, its crest bright red. It leapt a hundred zhang into the air, its body swelling several zhang wide. Its small eyes swirled with golden light, gathering countless solar true fires into a golden needle at its pupils, which then shot downward at the countless demons.

Within the golden rooster's eyes, the golden needle multiplied into thousands—each transformed into a Sun God Needle, pouring forth with the torrent of solar radiance.

Instantly, within the realm of "One Hundred Ghosts Marching by Night," beneath the dark wasteland, a golden sun rose, casting light and scattering countless golden needles.

Where the thin cold light passed, demonic ghosts turned instantly to jade dust and ice powder—all life extinguished.

Where the golden needles fell, they pierced through countless demonic bodies. Ye Gou Zhen Daoren, at the forefront, made no sound—his body was riddled with golden needles, his soul instantly obliterated, while his flesh still spread blackened burns.

Little by little, they burned into ash and charcoal.

Brother Qian Chen upended the magnetic light vial in his sleeve, activating the Two-Principle Magnetic Divine Light. The immense magnetic force twisted and intertwined the divine lights emitted by Ning Ning Qingchen and the Great Yellow Rooster…

Great Yin Annihilation Divine Light!

Sun God Slaying Golden Needle!

Great Yin, Great Yang—Annihilating All Life…

Where the two supreme divine light techniques struck, demonic ghosts vanished in vast swathes. Three out of ten of the demon race reincarnators died instantly; the rest unleashed their ultimate survival techniques and fled in panic.

"Zhengyi Alliance's Authority, Luo Tian Da Jiao!"

Another soft cry echoed from above. Above the wasteland and the vast ghost realm, countless talismans manifested, flowing with potent divine power and devotional energy.

Si Princess Qingcheng stood atop the collapsed city gate far away, holding the Pingyang Merit Jade Seal, a true talisman pinched between her fingers.

Brother Qian Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He had nothing to say—this true talisman in Si Princess Qingcheng's hand was no less potent than the one Master Tao Zhang Tian Shi had given him to suppress the Tianxin Ring.

To Brother Qian Chen, this was a top-tier magic treasure. To others, it was a treasure of Dao cultivation, as rare as a false core. Yet Si Princess Qingcheng treated it as a consumable…

All he could do was sigh—Master Zhang Tian Shi is rich beyond measure. What else could he say?

"Heavenly Mystery, Primordial Root. Ten thousand qi, the origin. Cultivate for countless eons, prove my divine power." Si Princess Qingcheng chanted the Jin Guang Mantra word by word. Instantly, a golden light sprouted from her dantian, coating her entire body in a thick, blinding radiance.

Bathed in golden light, Si Princess Qingcheng appeared as a goddess ten zhang tall. Her divine manifestation instantly manifested—the golden light enveloped the true talisman on her fingertip, then spread outward, racing along the hundreds of thousands of talismans in the sky, golden light surging wildly…

In an instant, the entire wasteland and half the ghost realm were shrouded in golden light.

Old Daoist Zhao Boyan looked up, his mouth agape. He quietly squeezed his withered Brother Qian Kun bag in his sleeve, speechless, his face etched with a bitter expression of poverty.

"Luo Tian Da Jiao—form the array with talismans. Jin Guang Divine Domain—suppress ten thousand ghosts!"

Si Princess Qingcheng held the jade seal and slammed her palm downward. The countless talismans and golden light formed a dome-shaped barrier, completely enclosing the vast wasteland—inside, the countless demonic ghosts and demon race reincarnators had no path to heaven, no way to earth!

Amid the interwoven Great Yin and Great Yang Annihilation Divine Lights, vast stretches of the ghost realm were erased.

Any demon race reincarnator who touched even a speck of it instantly turned to ash.

Meanwhile, the heavenly net formed by the talismans slowly tightened, trapping the ghosts and demons within. The Pipa Ghost screamed in agony within the golden light, forced back into its original form, then instantly cut through by divine light—ash and smoke scattered.

Si Princess Qingcheng, seated at the heart of the talisman array, used the Zhengyi sect's secret ritual—Luo Tian Da Jiao—to suppress the ghost realm.

Her fourth-rank divine talisman, empowered by Luo Tian Da Jiao, used the Great Yin and Great Yang divine lights to purify all demonic ghosts through fire and water, transforming their soul-force and devotional energy into her own guardian spirit generals—except for those whose true spirits were destined for reincarnation.

One by one, demonic ghosts vanished, their devotional energy coalescing into yellow-turbaned spirit generals behind her.

These yellow-turbaned generals were all fundamental talismans of the true talisman tier, each possessing magic power equivalent to a third-rank true disciple of the Dao sect. Master Tao Zhang Tian Shi had already painted over half of them; only the final step—opening the light and awakening the spirit—remained.

Now, Si Princess Qingcheng, using Luo Tian Da Jiao, seized the foundation of the ghost realm—the opened ghost gate and "One Hundred Ghosts Marching by Night"—and transformed its boundless devotional energy to awaken the true talismans, forging them into her own magical foundation!

As each yellow-turbaned general manifested, Brother Qian Chen quietly counted—Si Princess Qingcheng's back now held more than twelve yellow-turbaned spirit generals who had formed cores…

Luo Tian Da Jiao, using the Great Yin and Great Yang divine lights to purify ten thousand ghosts, continued until twenty-four yellow-turbaned generals had formed—equivalent to twenty-four core-forming Dao soldiers—before the true talismans Master Tao Zhang Tian Shi had given Si Princess Qingcheng were fully consumed.

The remaining devotional energy was not wasted—it was refined into thousands of yellow-turbaned Dao soldiers at the Qi Refining stage.

Brother Qian Chen had nothing left to say.

Having a wealthy father is impressive! Truly impressive… Who says cultivation has no "money power"? Who says a first-rank external elixir can't be built by sheer wealth? Look at this! Come, all the noble families of the Central Plains—twenty-four core-forming Dao soldiers! Even brute force can stack into a top-grade golden core!

Not to mention I gave her a fourth-rank divine talisman of the yin spirit tier and taught her a bit of the principles of Core Formation from the Supreme Elixir Scripture.

His mouth tasted like a lemon. He stared deeply at Si Princess Qingcheng, seated in her divine domain, refining the ghost realm's foundation with Luo Tian Da Jiao, then whispered to Yan Shu: "Brother Yan, hold back the White Bone Demon King—create an opportunity for Sister Ning to form her core!"

"The White Bone Demon King has given us a great surprise. A human ghost realm is the very foundation of a ghost Dao primordial spirit. Once Sister Ning purifies it, it will be an unprecedented chance to form her core. If she completes her divine domain, she won't just establish the foundation of immortality—she'll gain the potential for a first-rank core!"

Yan Shu smiled. "Then you guard Sister Ning—I'll handle the White Bone Demon King."

"But will the White Bone Demon King be frightened by your and Sister Ning's display? Now that Sister Si is about to form her core, if that old demon escapes with even part of the ghost realm's foundation, it won't be good. But if we attack, we must still protect Sister Ning!"

"Then let's feign weakness and hold the old demon in place. Wait until Sister Ning's formation stabilizes before acting…" Brother Qian Chen instantly devised a plan. He grunted, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, and collapsed.

Without Brother Qian Chen's Two-Principle Magnetic Divine Light to bind them, the Great Yin and Great Yang divine lights could no longer interweave and sustain each other—they began to weaken.

Brother Qian Chen's face turned deathly pale, his magic fluctuations faint—he appeared to have suffered severe backlash from stabilizing the two divine lights.

Moreover, he was well-versed in backlash; his performance was convincing, and his collapse looked genuinely desperate.

Even Yan Shu, who knew the truth, was startled—he thought Brother Qian Chen had truly overextended himself and been gravely injured!

Ning Ning Qingchen and the Great Yellow Rooster didn't need to act—their decline was visible. They barely landed their flight. Ning Ning Qingchen's face was pale; her Cold Palace Ice Phoenic elixir's primordial essence was damaged, its glow dimmed—anyone could see she had wounded her foundation.

The Great Yellow Rooster was barely breathing, even losing interest in his favorite jade elixirs.

Though his foundation wasn't harmed, he wouldn't recover for at least a year or two.

The Great Yin and Great Yang divine lights, and the golden radiance of Si Princess Qingcheng's Luo Tian Da Jiao—blazing, annihilating all life, covering the heavens, shaking the ghost realm—were dazzling and awe-inspiring.

Ninety percent of the demon race reincarnators were instantly annihilated; how many would escape?

The once surging tide of demonic ghosts had vanished into a barren wasteland. Now, the divine domain of Luo Tian Da Jiao still hovered above the wasteland, protecting the refugees within.

The reincarnators were shaken, still stunned by that awe-inspiring scene.

Within the wasteland, hundreds of thousands of human refugees prayed to the divine domain above them, their collective devotional energy rising like golden smoke, seeping into the divine domain.

In the unseen depths, a mysterious force was coalescing upon the foundational talismans of the Zhengyi sect.

Zhengyi disciples, upholding the Heavenly Will, obeying the Primordial One's decree, harmonizing yin and yang, refining the human ghost realm, purifying demonic ghosts… accumulating one thousand merits…

Five thousand external merits...

Ten thousand external merits...

Thirty thousand external merits...

Upon Si Princess Qingcheng's primordial Dao talisman, external merits continued to accumulate; a point of pure light blossomed, calming the agitation and fire within her rapid cultivation advancement, harmonizing her magic power and elevating her Dao cultivation without any lingering hazards.

When it comes to cheating, what is the Taishang Dao?

Now, the Yuanshi Dao, entrusted with governing the world, is the true expert!