Chapter 87: Using Demon to Subdue Demon, the Sleeve Holds the Universe

The seven evil banners beneath the hall split into seven streams of malevolent energy, attempting to rebind another bone demon, but the mighty bone demon shook them off with a single jerk.

The three bone demons also broke free from Yan’s sword light entanglement; the twelve mighty bone demons merged into one, forming a hundred-zhang-tall bone demon resembling a mountain, towering majestically—visible even from hundreds of li away. At this moment, countless reincarnators trembled inwardly… this god-demon, vast as a mountain, radiated surging magical energy.

Qian Chen stood before this divine phantom, tiny as an insect; he could only look up to see the full form of the demon.

The demon’s twenty-four arms had already sealed off a hundred-li radius of space.

As the twenty-four bone hands slammed down from all directions, the very heavens and earth seemed to shrink within the bone demon’s grasp, leaving Qian Chen with no escape.

“Fellow Daoist…” Yan the Sword Immortal’s gaze was resolute; his yin spirit nearly ignited true essence-fire, burning every shred of flesh, true qi, and soul into a single sword.

This was the final pride of a swordsman—he did not die for Qian Chen.

But before a demon lord, he would rather break than bend… Sword cultivators only take the straight path, never the crooked one.

As a fellow cultivator, his final gift to Qian Chen was to signal him to flee while he could.

But Qian Chen shook his head slightly… signaling it was not yet the time.

He pointed a finger; the seven evil banners surged like a tide, the Spirit Light Mirror fired a beam as thick as a waist, aiming to shatter the mysterious array formed by the twelve demons. The Flying Cloud Pouch shielded him, the Celestial Umbrella stretched to its limit, and finally, the Dragon Phoenix Ring he held flew toward the twelve bone relics.

If he could seize the relics, the divine phantom would lose its root.

At this moment, Miao Kong roared with madness: “All of it… was left for you…” He had lost his cold, demonic heart; his eyes burned with insanity—driving twelve demons who harbored deep, bone-deep hatred for him was no easy feat.

The malevolent energy from the seven evil banners, facing the demon palms crashing from all sides, shattered like paper; the Spirit Light Mirror’s beam could not even pierce the demon’s rolling malevolence. Yet the thick, pure radiance of the Celestial Umbrella held firm.

Facing the crushing pressure like mountains and seas, Qian Chen’s spine remained straight.

The pressure beyond the pure radiance surpassed mountains crushing down; veins bulged on Qian Chen’s forehead, his true qi and magical power surged wildly, unrestrained. The giant divine phantom’s eyes revealed Miao Kong’s expression—cold, cruel, watching him like an ant. Then the demon roared, all twenty-four arms strained together; the colossal bone palms, dozens of zhang tall, thundered with deafening force, gathering heaven-shattering power, and slammed shut—

The pure radiance… shattered.

Qian Chen’s Celestial Umbrella snapped shut, its surface dim and lifeless… the Dragon Phoenix Ring, facing the ocean of demonic energy, fell into dust.

Qian Chen seemed to have lost all capacity to resist…

He slowly raised his face, expressionless, gazing at the towering demon-god, his expression calm. He looked up at the god-demon, whose murderous intent had solidified into tangible form, and into the demon’s eyes—Miao Kong’s gaze—and the pure Daoist radiance in his hands vanished, replaced by a mysterious, profound darkness.

The Howling Moon Wolf, crushed beneath the bone demon, suddenly wailed in agony, thrashing wildly, roaring furiously, its blood-red eyes bulging from their sockets, its blood aura exploding. Meanwhile, Qian Chen’s body moved steadily forward toward the demon’s colossal palm, radiating a fierce, unstoppable, grim determination…

“This is your strongest moment… and also your weakest!” Facing life-or-death peril, Qian Chen had only eight-tenths confidence.

But eight-tenths was enough!

Life and death, an endless cycle...

At this moment, the colossal demonic wolf, trembling from pain and writhing uncontrollably, burst into a strange crimson flame; this top-tier Golden Core demonic beast was instantly drained of its demonic core’s essence—even its powerful bloodline and countless vengeful spirits accumulated in its blood river ignited into bloodfire.

Soon, it became a pile of pale ash; the thirty-zhang-tall demon wolf curled and twisted, gradually burning to nothing.

Yet Qian Chen, now facing the heaven-crushing palm, merely smiled faintly, and tapped his fingertip—the dark glimmer.

“But this time, it will be—I live, you die!”

As if bestowing something upon the colossal demon from above, the instant Qian Chen’s fingertip touched the giant palm—just before he was crushed—the entire mighty bone demon’s form trembled with an invisible resonance.

The three-colored qi—green, red, white—within Qian Chen’s heart had vanished.

The twelve bone demons composing the mighty bone demon suddenly opened their eyes; their gazes overflowed with malice, hatred, fury, grief—the unending, unforgivable hatred that no sea or river could wash away!

Greed, delusion, wrath!

Their self-awareness flooded endlessly into Miao Kong, causing his primordial demon to shudder violently as countless memories and emotions surged into his mind.

For a moment, he became the most outstanding young disciple of the Demon Sect, grandson of the Supreme Elder, his future bright—yet constantly terrified, fearing his ancestor would one day turn him into a mere skin-sack.

In the end, he lost a desperate duel against a disciple he had always looked down upon, and in his final moments, felt a strange sense of relief and peace.

For a moment, he became the youngest disciple of a foreign goddess, idolizing a charismatic Nascent Soul elder, willing to betray his sect for him—only to discover he was merely one among many lovers, filled with regret, yet unable to sever the emotional ties.

Ultimately, he suffered terribly in the emotional tribulation, scarred and broken, his nature turning bitter and cynical.

He died by a demon cultivator’s ambush, tortured cruelly in his final moments, his heart brimming with resentment—resentment toward his master’s cruelty, his lover’s fickleness, his killer’s brutality.

For a moment, he became a righteous disciple, betrayed by greed.

For a moment, he became the great enemy of the reincarnation realm, consumed by endless rage, determined to drag him into mutual destruction.

The mighty bone demon’s divine phantom collapsed with a thunderous crash; the twelve demons’ three corpses went berserk, turning violently against their master…

“The Three Corpses Demons are inherently supreme. Though my refinement is shallow, I could not easily ambush you under normal circumstances. But you forcibly controlled twelve mighty bone demons—demons with grave hidden dangers—and your mind is now teeming with demonic thoughts. I deliberately crafted this heretical appearance to reverse the situation when confronting you, strengthening my righteous identity—so you would never suspect my demonic methods.”

“The only flaw was the Five Poisons Demon—but I needed to use it to control that Golden Core demonic beast, to have the chance to sacrifice its blood and empower the demons, allowing the Three Corpses Demons to briefly gain power sufficient to shake the spiritual awareness of your treasure.”

“The Three Corpses Demons stirred the countless demonic thoughts buried within you—those you had consumed and turned into the spiritual awareness of your treasures—and turned them against you. This is the first step. The second step… is the Secret Demon’s Three Lives Soul Binding!”

At this moment, Miao Kong realized the five-colored threads of the Secret Demon’s Three Lives Soul Binding had, at some point, wrapped around his primordial demon.

“Since this binding was forged from your own essence, it must be linked to you.”

“I sent the Three Corpses Demons into your spirit, commanding your current demonic thoughts, transforming them into your own Three Corpses. Thus, these Three Corpses Demons became part of you. How does the binding’s backlash feel? I added a little extra… I hope you like it!”

“Finally, the Three Corpses Demons went berserk and self-destructed, triggering the binding—and simultaneously, countless demons invaded, provoking your primordial demon’s rebellion!”

“Using demon to subdue demon is the supreme path of the Demon Sect… How do you like my method of using demon to subdue demon?” Qian Chen suddenly opened his eyes and cried out clearly.

He swept his sleeve; the flowing cloud sleeves obscured sky and earth, vast darkness surging like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire realm.

“The sleeve holds boundless space; the flask contains endless days and months!”

Qian Chen softly chanted, revealing another hidden card—this sleeve slashed through the air like a celestial river, sweeping up countless stars into its depths.

Perhaps due to some lingering thoughts from his past life, Qian Chen favored this technique.

In a daze, he truly felt as if all heaven and earth lay within his sleeve; his body felt lighter by a third, more convinced of his immortal grace and elegance, his aesthetic perfectly complete. His black Daoist robe and disheveled heretical appearance now transformed into the free-spirited, transcendent aura of a true immortal.

The bone relics instinctively struggled, unleashing boundless demonic light—but as the demonic aura and thunderous roars reached their peak, the moment the heaven-encompassing sleeve descended, all demonic light, thunder, and sound instantly faded, becoming invisible, inaudible. The realm fell utterly silent.

In this suffocating silence, Yan the Sword Immortal and Zhiqiu both fell silent; they saw Qian Chen, dressed as a heretical demon, sweep his sleeve—and as he drew it back, the once world-ending divine phantom vanished, as if gently plucked away.

They could not see Qian Chen’s intricate schemes against Miao Kong; they only saw Qian Chen sweep his sleeve, and the mighty bone demon—once invincible—disappeared.

Their hearts were profoundly shaken.

When the sleeve retracted, Qian Chen stood revealed in white robes, radiating the unmistakable aura of a true Daoist heir; both sleeves rested behind him, hanging loosely, showing no trace of the divine phantom he had just absorbed.

Yet this was his most perfectly complete treasure.

Under normal circumstances, it could not subdue the set of bone relics—but now, with the demons rebelling and the relics uncontrolled, it could easily suppress them. Thus, this casual sweep was the result of countless calculations and endless preparation. Qian Chen loved nothing more than quietly laying hidden traps, then striking with lightning speed, leaving no chance for the enemy to react, subduing them with effortless grace.

Only thus could his style—calm amid chaos, cunning beneath composure—be truly revealed.

The sleeve retracted; the twelve bone relics vanished into it.

Qian Chen unleashed a sword, no words wasted; the sword-light became a celestial rainbow, instantly piercing through all barriers between them, aimed straight at Miao Kong’s primordial demon.