Chapter 595: The Demon Eye Falls from Heaven, Billions of Demonic Souls Transformed into Yu Jiuyou

The Green-Eyed Heavenly Net was forged over centuries by combining tens of millions of ferocious spirits, newly deceased eyes, and millions of years of accumulated yin-phosphorus energy beneath the earth's veins; each ghostly eye within its mesh was as mighty as a ghost king.

Yet when such a magic treasure encountered the River of Oblivion and the Wheel of Rebirth, how could those ferocious spirits and malevolent souls resist the cycle of reincarnation?

In an instant, the Green-Eyed Heavenly Net rained down into the River of Oblivion; each ferocious spirit and malevolent soul was corrupted by the Supreme Demon Mind within the Great River of Oblivion array, sprouting tentacles, countless eyeballs writhing as innumerable chaotic consciousnesses abruptly awakened.

All these vengeful spirits and malevolent souls were fused by the demon mind; those eyeballs gazed in all directions, and wherever their gaze fell, all living beings felt a powerful suction force—as if their own souls were about to tear free from their bodies!

The countless demonic creatures surrounding Jiupan Mountain—their eyes—the compound eyes of insects, the hawk eyes of birds, the eyes of mountain goblins and demons, the eyes of serpents, lions, oxen, sheep…

All tore free from their bodies and flew toward the River of Oblivion array.

At that moment, only Brother Qian Chen's original body, far out at sea, knew what had occurred—

"The Supreme Heavenly Demon is truly worthy of being the origin of demonic arts; merely by glancing at that demonic eye lord through the thousand-eyed demon in the Yuan Sea, he has fully assimilated its divine power!"

Behind Youdan Xinru Shen Ni's head, a circle of Buddhist light flowed, transforming into a golden rainbow-like divine radiance, flickering between yin and yang.

As the radiance swirled, it resembled a lightning rainbow, carrying torrents of pure yang true fire, shooting straight toward heaven, illuminating the fleshy orb formed by the demonic eye within the River of Oblivion array.

The massive fleshy orb, formed from countless fused eyeballs, immediately turned all its eyes toward Youdan Xinru Shen Ni.

As if countless yin spirits and malevolent ghosts shrieked in unison, the countless eyeballs fused into a single towering vertical demonic eye, staring at Youdan Xinru Shen Ni; accompanying that terrifying gaze spread an aura of destruction, slaughter, bloodshed, and horror—the Great Soul-Sucking Demonic Light!

Within the vertical demonic eye, the slit pupil seemed to burn with endless poisonous flames; one glance alone caused boundless demonic thoughts of slaughter, bloodshed, destruction, and desire to rise within Youdan Xinru Shen Ni's mind, making her feel countless yin demons being born within her primordial spirit.

All the demonic thoughts long buried in her memory, stirred since her birth and accumulated over lifetimes of cultivation, were ignited, transforming into boundless karmic fire that scorched her primordial spirit.

Youdan Xinru Shen Ni threw back her head and roared; beneath her golden-body skin, dark red light surged, piercing through her flesh like molten streams of melting gold.

Youdan Xinru Shen Ni raised her Chan staff and slammed it down hard; the blue stone beneath shattered, the entire half-mountain trembling, the staff deeply embedded in the rock; as the nine-ringed staff clanged violently, it emitted a grating, maddening sound.

Zhu Mei's face tightened: "The nine-ringed Chan staff emitting such demonic sound—Xinru Shen Ni must truly be afflicted by the external heavenly demon's magic, her meditation mind disturbed by demonic thoughts!"

He was about to step forward and lend his Daoist true energy to aid Youdan Xinru Shen Ni, when Bai Bai Guyi blocked him: "Xinru Shen Ni excels in the Sandalwood Dharma; external demons cannot disturb her mind. Zhu the Short, don't move rashly—you might be taken advantage of by the heavenly demon!"

Yet as Zhu Mei looked up, he saw another version of himself!

A short, comical dwarf—when he spoke, his voice was his own: "Zhu Mei, you stole my body—when will you return it?"

Zhu Mei stammered: "Wen Dao you!"

This man was Wen Jin's past-life body, bound to him by three lifetimes of karmic entanglement; years ago, both had discovered a Daoist scripture together, using it to enter cultivation. Wen Jin, narrow-minded and deceitful, lied that the scripture had two volumes, tricking Zhu Mei into becoming his disciple before he would teach the second volume.

Zhu Mei knelt and bowed—but Wen Jin could not produce the second volume; the two friends turned against each other. One day, when Wen Jin's primordial spirit wandered out, Zhu Mei infiltrated his body with his own primordial spirit, threatening him to hand over the second volume…

By a twist of fate, their misunderstanding was resolved, but Zhu Mei could no longer let his primordial spirit leave his body, while his original body was devoured by wild beasts—causing Wen Jin's spirit to curse him endlessly.

Zhu Mei wished to die, but was saved by the Longmei True Person, who transferred Wen Jin's spirit into the body of a newly deceased farmer; yet due to the farmer's poor roots, he died soon after.

Since then, Wen Jin reincarnated twice more, each time entangled in karmic bonds with Zhu Mei…

This three-lifetime karmic debt was the greatest obstacle preventing Zhu Mei's attainment. Now, facing his old friend, though he had endured this demonic illusion many times before, beneath the Supreme Heavenly Demon's demonic light projected by the demonic eye, a crack opened in his heart. The Great Soul-Sucking Demonic Light seized the chance and entered; before him, Wen Jin transformed into his second-life disciple—the one Zhu Mei had once tried to kill—his face twisted in fury as he lunged forward; Zhu Mei instinctively summoned his flying sword and pierced his heart.

Only then did a deep, resonant Buddhist chant sound: "Zhu Dao you, awaken!"

Zhu Mei instantly broke free from the demonic light, only to see Youdan Xinru Shen Ni's golden body pierced through the chest by his own sword, golden blood seeping from her lips as she pressed one finger to his third eye.

"Xinru Shen Ni!" he cried in anguish, his face twitching, twisting…

In an instant, guilt, fear, despair, and regret surged within him.

His mind collapsed; countless filthy, evil, chaotic thoughts flooded his consciousness, shattering his inner defenses.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Zhu Mei, corrupted by the demonic light, transformed into a demon before Bai Bai Guyi and Youdan Xinru Shen Ni, summoning his swordlight to attack them.

At that moment, all low-level beings and cultivators on Jiupan Mountain were infected by the demonic light; their souls assimilated by the demonic eye, their eyeballs tore free, carrying their demonic spirits, falling toward the River of Oblivion array.

Jiupan Po's life-spirit demon, the Nine Sons' Ghost Mother, was nearly powerless under the suppression of the River of Oblivion array.

Each heavenly ghost fell into reincarnation, as if tearing flesh from Jiupan Po's body—

Jiupan Po is the Chinese translation of Hariti, originally a demoness who devoured children; later, the Buddha hid one of her sons. The ghost mother, frantic with grief, searched wildly for her child—until the Buddha appeared before her, holding the child, and said: "You lost your child, and suffer thus. When you devour others' children, how do their parents feel?"

Thus was this demoness converted!

But now, the heavenly demon hides her child—not to convert her, but to make her suffer the same pain as the parents whose children she devoured!

Hariti had five hundred children; the heavenly demon devoured them all!

Then, one day, she gave birth to another child—and the heavenly demon devoured one child each day, condemning her to endless suffering in the Avici Hell, without end!

Each heavenly ghost, carrying a fragment of Jiupan Po's soul, fell into the River of Oblivion; as they were pulled down, Jiupan Po's primordial spirit gradually followed, the heavenly ghosts devoured by the demonic eye formed from the heavenly demon's mind. When the last heavenly ghost was dragged under—

Jiupan Po screamed to the heavens, her primordial spirit transforming into the Ghost Mother, utterly devoured by the heavenly demon.

In ancient times, Master Miaokong's life-spirit demon was also the Nine Sons' Heavenly Ghost!

Brother Qian Chen seized its nine sons, using the Avici Ghost Mother as a womb to gestate the true soul of the heavenly demon!

Now, all past events were restored; Jiupan Po's primordial spirit was refined by the River of Oblivion array, finally causing the countless demonic eyes to fuse into one, its Great Soul-Sucking Demonic Light sweeping across Jiupan Mountain, absorbing the souls of all living beings within sight.

The Naked Body Cult's Zhao Changsu, transformed into a blood-red light, attempted to flee by invoking the Asura Demon Sect's Blood Scripture.

But as the demonic eye's gaze fell upon him, his blood-light shattered; Zhao Changsu's primordial spirit was seized, its soul easily devoured by the demonic mind.

The demonic eye had now awakened true sentience, completing the evolution of the Demonic Eye clan's chaotic consciousness, becoming a complete living being.

It resembled a vertical slit torn through the void, like a gateway to the boundless depths of Yu Jiuyou; its pupil was a dark crimson-gold flame burning with countless demonic fires; within it, countless trapped souls writhed in a hellish realm of torment.

The demonic eye gazed outward, and a whisper echoed through the void: "I am… the Third Heavenly Demon General!"

"Yu Jiuyou!"

Youdan Xinru Shen Ni, using her Mind-Light Dharma, suddenly appeared within the River of Oblivion array; seeing the countless corpses of Jiupan Mountain transformed into a hellish scene, and Zhu Mei, the Short Dwarf, corrupted into a demon by a single flicker of guilt, she lifted her head and stared directly into the demonic eye.

Manifesting the Vajra Wrathful Form, she roared: "Heavenly Demon! This nun, even if I must sacrifice my life, will utterly subdue you! Amitabha Buddha… Wherever you tread, it becomes a hell. Wherever your gaze falls, souls fall eternally into Avici! Such a demonic entity… behold me… Heavenly Demon, be subdued!"

Youdan Xinru Shen Ni burned her accumulated golden bodies; a massive golden hand emerged from behind her head, like a lightning rainbow, carrying torrents of thunder and lightning; in her palm appeared a Swastika mark; with lifetimes of cultivation, she slammed it toward the towering demonic eye upon Jiupan Mountain…

At that moment, the demonic eye slightly lowered its gaze, meeting Youdan Xinru Shen Ni's resolute eyes.

A profound demonic essence surged along the bridge of their gazes, flooding into Youdan Xinru Shen Ni's eyes.

Instantly, Youdan seemed to see the shadows of all worlds—the Yu Jiuyou.

She saw the origin of demonic arts; her eyes widened, and she spoke: "Demon…"

But she could not utter another word; the Yu Jiuyou demonic fire burning within her eyes turned them to ash-white. The fire spread outward from her eyes; soon, Bai Bai Guyi, eyes bulging with horror, watched as Xinru Shen Ni's head slowly turned to ash just as the golden hand neared the demonic eye—then her neck, her body, until her entire form scattered like ashes of a tribulation, dying insignificantly.

Far away, a river of blood stretched across the sky, blocking the sea of crimson lotus flowers descending from the Western Western Kunlun…

In the east, countless swordlights were about to descend when a great destruction, carrying boundless chaos, struck down the swordlights, Buddhist radiance, and azure heavens.

On the great snow-capped mountains beside the river, atop Jiupan Mountain, a demonic eye stood vertical, overlooking the entire Yizhou Basin…

Three demonic auras swept heaven and earth; the blood river, the chaos, and the demonic eye stood in three corners, their ferocious, ruthless, unparalleled might crushing the hearts of all in this world, leaving players momentarily speechless. Only when these three heavenly demon incarnations joined forces did everyone realize the horror of the demonic tribulation yet to come.

On player forums, posts that had scrolled silently for seconds now erupted in frantic waves!

"So cool! The Outer Heavenly Demon is invincible!"

"Dao declines, demon prospers—the demonic path is truly rising!"

"Supreme Heavenly Demon Lord, boundless glory!"

"Alright! We now know the new version's demon—so where's the Spirit Pearl?"

"This demon is too sinister! Are we really safe encouraging demonic power like this?"

"It's just a game—why are you worried, guy on the top?"

"Female players of the Naked Body Cult cried! When that eye swept over, my eyeballs flew out—my vision followed them, and when I looked back, I saw my own white death-light!"

Tun Tan stood on an unnamed hillside beside the river, gazing at the terrifying demonic eye suspended above the distant snow line; the demonic light's gaze seemed suddenly drawn to him—it swept over!

Tun Tan's body froze instantly; his true energy struggled to flow; he felt a terrifying gaze fixed upon him—as if… a supreme predator, a master of fate!

"That eye… that eye is smiling!"

Tun Tan instantly felt an overwhelming urge to flee this world entirely.

But his escape device remained utterly unresponsive—as if the power of the Wheel of Rebirth had been sealed by this world, leaving only a single thread: only by completing his mission could he fully trigger reincarnation and escape.

………

"Mayday! Mayday! Aircraft losing control over Kuala Lumpur…"

"Virtual network intrusion detected!"

"This is a civilian aircraft, not involved in military operations—repeat, this is a civilian vessel, not involved in military operations!"

"The aircraft's instrument panel has projected a mysterious image of eight arms and three heads; the plane is flying autonomously toward the city—we have seen…"

He turned off the radio; Wu Xiu "Tianquan," clad in the latest body-mounted armor from Tianhe Technologies, was making final preparations.

The undulating outer armor formed many curved surfaces, with intricate designs strikingly classical—like Daoist soldiers from The Western Kunlun clad in battle armor!

It bore Daoist symbols and the xianxia aesthetic of The Western Kunlun, yet carried the flavor of a post-industrial age.

"Ahead lies Kuala Lumpur. Our mission: recover the out-of-control ninth-rank magic treasure—the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword."

"The Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword was extracted from The Western Kunlun a day ago—likely, Prism Corp found the owner's account. After downloading it, Daoist deities detected a virulent virus in the virtual network—the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu —spreading rapidly, suspected system malfunction. The main program of the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword carried a virtual virus that infected Prism Corp's main AI!"

"This virus activates only within a hundred li of the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword, infecting all smart devices and signals."

"All smart machines within range have been compromised; infected machines project an image of a three-headed, eight-armed demon god. No such image exists in The Western Kunlun's data—likely a mutated virus, self-generating a virtual 'faith.'"

"Infected machines kneel toward the location of the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword and may exhibit aggression… Prism Corp's headquarters is now silent; satellites have detected traces of violence and bloodshed!"

"On the virtual network, a bounty of two billion credits has been placed on the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword! Mercenaries and bounty hunters are rushing toward Kuala Lumpur!"

"Company order: Recover the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword. Investigate the cause of the Prism incident!"

"Ahead lies Kuala Lumpur. Due to the virus threat, aircraft cannot approach further. We will deploy you here; after recovering the Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword, ignite a signal flare—our satellite will notice and send a rescue team!"

The aircraft's AI explained the mission to Tianhe Company's field operatives.

Beside him, "Tianying" muttered: "Ninth-rank magic treasure? Rarely seen these days!"

"This isn't the era when virtual cultivators first appeared, and everyone didn't understand the value of magic treasure data? Which major company doesn't closely monitor the circulation of archived treasures? In recent years, most smuggled magic treasures ended up in the hands of major corporations—even in-game, non-corporate guilds are getting harder to survive!"

"This Hundred Poisons, Ten Thousand Immortal-Slaying Sword only surfaced after the new version's demonic path rose. No one knows which lucky soul got it!"

"Lucky soul… more like a cursed fool!"

Several field Wu Xiu, while equipping themselves, chatted idly; they unfurled auxiliary flight wings and glided down from high altitude toward Kuala Lumpur under the night sky. Now, the city's massive neon projections had turned blood-red; a colossal demonic god, hundreds of meters tall, loomed over the city.

Sounds of smashing, alarms, and gunfire echoed from every direction.

On the street, scattered robots knelt in unison toward one direction, their hands forming arcane seals...

The descending "Tianquan" saw this and suddenly thought: "If these infected robots are behaving like this, it's not because of the company's devotional Daoists' claim of mechanical worship—they're trying to send some kind of message!"

He noticed the three arcane seals the robots were forming and wondered: "They seem to be... trying to transmit a signal! Are they trying to tell someone something?"

………

In a bar in Singapore, a large man in a blue Daoist robe, carrying an antique-style longsword, sat at the bar, set down his sword, and slammed his palm on the counter: "Give me a shot of vodka..."

In the bar, many men with visible cybernetic ports on their faces and obvious combat-enhancing cybernetic modifications stared at the clearly natural-born man with wary caution.

Someone whispered with a cold laugh: "The 'Knight-Errants' are back!"

"Keep your voice down—last night, the Ma Wei Gang was wiped out!"

"The company won't let him live—this kind of man won't last long; don't bother with him..."

The Daoist-clad man gripped his longsword, glanced at the street thugs, and sneered faintly, thinking: "Where are my junior brother Brother Qian and my sisters Si and Ning? The team channel doesn't work anymore! This place is strange—I can't sense my own magic power. Otherwise, these hoodlums, even if they all came at once, wouldn't stand against one slash of my sword. It's odd too—they're familiar with magic artifacts and techniques, yet call them all things from the 'Western Kunlun' game."

"Without that tube at the back of my head, I can't even reach their 'Western Kunlun'!"

"I wonder where my junior brother is? If he were here, he'd have already figured out the truth of this world and found a way to complete the mission. Sigh! I only hope he doesn't cause any trouble!"

At that moment, the man looked up at the holographic projection above, which displayed chaotic footage of Kuala Lumpur, broadcast as news: "Yesterday, riots occurred in Kuala Lumpur, apparently triggered by a virus spread by virtual Daoists..."

On the screen, a robot assumed a worshiping posture, its hands forming the Primordial Taiji seal.

The man suddenly stood up, staring fixedly at the screen, and muttered: "I'm a fool! Knowing my junior brother's nature, how could he possibly avoid causing trouble!"

He turned and strode into the darkness, grabbing the collar of a young man with averted eyes, yanking him up, and barked: "How do I get there?"

"M-Master, I've already left the Ma Wei Gang!"

The young man pleaded, but the man merely snorted: "I'm asking you—how do I get to Kuala Lumpur?"

"Master, are you a bounty hunter too? There's a two-billion bounty on Kuala Lumpur—flights and sky-tracks to it are all suspended! But Kuala Lumpur isn't far from Singapore—you can go by boat..."

"Then take me there. If it's done, I'll give you ten percent of the bounty!" Yan Shu glared.

The young man's eyes lit up; he grabbed the smart communication terminal beside the table and said: "I know of a ship at the port..."