Chapter 708: Watch Closely, This Is How a Demon Body of the Origin Level Is Used

A massive beam of black light shot up into the sky, and the entire sky above Chang'an was stained by blackness, spreading to the far distance in the blink of an eye.

The bright sky was eroded and occupied by darkness inch by inch, and endless fear took hold of the hearts of the people of Chang'an; even powerful cultivators, upon seeing this shocking scene, instinctively felt a sense of dread.

Countless commoners, regardless of what they were doing, could not help but kneel down and begin to pray. This sound of prayer seemed noisy at first, then gradually became uniform, like a mountain roar or a tsunami, appearing all the more shocking.

People looked forward to a miracle from Haotian, looked forward to the strength of the light, and looked forward to the blackness on the sky above their heads fading away.

However, the blackness grew stronger and stronger, and spread further and further.

Perhaps because the prayers had angered the night, shrill crow calls rang out in the night sky, and the ink-like darkness began to churn, with wave after wave of black tides appearing.

Sang Sang was at an altitude of who knows how many tens of thousands of meters; her expression became indifferent, and those emotions belonging to humanity were extremely compressed, or even stripped away. A pair of pitch-black eyes were like the deepest night and abyss, unable to let a single glimmer of light shine through.

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In the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor and the Empress stood side by side, looking at this sky.

When gazing at this pitch-black night, the Empress, like all ordinary people, felt emotions of panic and unease.

Empress Xia Tian was a successor of the Demon Sect and a disciple of the Twenty-Three Year Cicada; she believed in Pluto, but she did not wish for the Eternal Night to descend either—no one likes to stay in a dark and cold world.

The Imperial Brother, Master Huang Yang, stood behind the Emperor, bowing his head with palms pressed together toward the darkness and light in the sky, his lips moving slightly, though it was unclear what he was saying. His gaze lifted, and he suddenly froze; by the candlelight, he vaguely saw the Emperor's expression.

The Emperor did not seem to be afraid, but rather excited, expectant...

Master Huang Yang blinked, and when he looked at the Emperor again, the Emperor's expression was stern and grave.

Was his vision blurred?

……

South Jin Sword Pavilion.

The dark and deep mountain cavern was silent.

The Sword Saint Liu Bai sat by the pool in front of the thatched cottage, looking at the pool; through the dark yet clear water, one could see a sword brimming with ancient spirit.

Aside from the visitor from beyond this world, Yu Liancheng, Liu Bai could be considered the swordsman with the greatest attainments in sword technique in the world today. Few people knew that besides his peerless sword technique, Liu Bai was also a master sword-smith; for these years, he had been nurturing a true sword, which would be the strongest sword in the human world, piercing the blue sky with an unchipped blade.

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Deep in the South Sea in the far south, tides rose and fell, and giant waves continuously slapped against the reefs, emitting a thunderous roar. Submarine volcanoes spewed magma, the seawater steamed, the waves were shrouded in mist, and white vapor covered this small island, as if in a dream.

On the black reef at the edge of the small island stood a Daoist in green robes; he looked at the black firmament continuously spreading in the distant north and muttered to himself: "The sun sets, the sand brightens, and the sky opens? What exactly do Fuzi and Yu Liancheng want to do?"

After saying this, he lowered his head slightly, was silent for a moment, and said: "When Haotian appeared in this world, it was no longer the true Haotian. A God who falls into the human world is no longer a God..."

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In the depths of the Wilderness in the far west, in that huge and deep Tiankeng, clouds and mist swirled without dissipating.

Countless serfs who had once held devout faith in the Buddha Sect were launching wave after wave of attacks against the huge mountain in the center of the Tiankeng, their faces filled with anger and determination.

All the monks of the Hanging Temple were in action, resisting the wave after wave of attacks from the lowly people at the foot of the mountain.

This group of damned lowly people were born in sin; they were made to labor to atone for their sins, yet they dared to resist. Once this suppression was over, all the lowly people would be slaughtered, leaving none behind. Even more infuriating was that the most outstanding Buddhist World Walker of the younger generation, Qinian, had actually become one of the leaders of these lowly people, causing a great negative impact on the Buddha Kingdom.

In the dark depths of the huge mountain, who knows how many fathoms down, the Peak Master of Scripture Lecturing still could not move, pinned firmly by a Black Cicada.

He also felt the incredible, massive changes in the world, let out a long sigh, and his expression appeared very weary.

"Darkness arrives, all laws collapse; this is the Great Terror in the Buddhist scriptures. My Buddha could foresee the Great Terror and left behind the Chessboard, the Yulan Bell, and other things to deal with the calamity, but he could not have anticipated that there would be a visitor from beyond this world like Yu Liancheng. To this day, only if my Buddha descends to the world can the terror be resolved and light be bestowed upon the human world again; however, the Buddha has already entered Nirvana..."

Bang!

Just at this moment, a violent thumping sound rang out.

This sound was very sudden and very powerful, making the entire mountain seem to tremble.

The Peak Master of Scripture Lecturing was startled, thinking that he had been in this dark place for too long and was experiencing an illusion.

Bang! Bang!

Two more sounds rang out in succession, each louder than the last.

And this sound, the Peak Master of Scripture Lecturing found strangely familiar.

It was as if... as if it were a heartbeat amplified countless times. And this heartbeat was also coming from within the belly of this mountain.

"This... what is going on? Could it be that the records in the scriptures are true?"

The Peak Master of Scripture Lecturing, having vaguely guessed the truth, felt his heart suddenly surge with stormy waves and an indescribable ecstasy.

He turned his head, his expression becoming respectful and solemn, his gaze seemingly piercing through the black mountain rock walls to see some incredible existence.

……

The darkness began to spread from the sky above Chang'an City.

Apart from the commoners in the vicinity of Chang'an City, a very small number of others saw it.

They were all peerless figures with strength above the Five Realms, and all of them saw more than ordinary people.

Such as the Temple Head, such as the Peak Master of Scripture Lecturing.

Such as the Butcher, the Drunkard. And such as Yu Liancheng, Fuzi...

On the Wilderness, Yu Liancheng withdrew his gaze and smiled: "Injecting the Haotian Divine Brilliance of the Great Divine Official of Light into Sang Sang's body has indeed caused Haotian's will to awaken ahead of time."

Fuzi stroked his beard and said: "Haotian has been drawn out, but we cannot let it strike above Chang'an."

Yu Liancheng nodded: "That is natural."

Fighting Haotian, even the slightest aftermath could cause the heavens and earth to change color, and countless people to die. Even with the Jingshen Array protecting Chang'an, it would likely still suffer heavy casualties.

"How about luring Haotian here?" Yu Liancheng pointed to the battlefield on the Wilderness.

"That is fine." Fuzi nodded.

"Then leave it to me."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, and a ray of light invisible to the naked eye shot out from between his brows, heading straight for the Wilderness battlefield.

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In the battlefield of the Wilderness.

The battle never ceased for a moment.

Axes and blades collided, swords met bodies, runes clashed with flying axes, and blood sprayed everywhere; countless heavy sounds of impact rang out across the Wilderness. At every moment, people fell and swords snapped. Blood thoroughly stained this land, severed limbs were visible everywhere, and the stench of blood soared to the heavens.

Powerful Wild People warriors fought unceasingly, swinging their battle axes with fury. Even the extremely formidable Divine Palace Cavalry of the Xiling Divine Palace, rumored to be no less than the heavy cavalry of the Tang Kingdom, had their formations destabilized by their charges. Of course, the Wild People warriors also paid a tragic price, with many falling along the path of their charge.

The blood-drenched Demon Sect Walker, Tang, rampaged through the battlefield.

Naturally, this blood belonged to the Xiling Divine Palace cavalry or Divine Officials. After blasting apart dozens of knights and Divine Officials along the way, he arrived before a powerhouse of the Knowing Destiny Realm and threw a punch, slamming it against the opponent's blade. The blade cracked instantly, then the hilt exploded, and the web between the thumb and forefinger of the hand gripping the hilt split open; that terrifying, massive force surged upward along the arm.

The sounds of hand bones and shoulder blades shattering followed one after another, and the entire arm was already ruined.

As that powerhouse screamed in agony, Tang threw another punch, directly blasting the opponent apart into a mass of flesh and bone fragments.

After resolving this Knowing Destiny Realm powerhouse, Tang panted slightly, a trace of fatigue faintly appearing between his rugged brows and eyes.

After obtaining the "Origin-Level Demon Body" from Yu Liancheng, his strength had surged. But even a peerless powerhouse above the Five Realms would feel exhausted when facing high-intensity battles one after another. The Xiling Allied Forces had too many experts, and the Wild People were merely a tribe that had withered for a thousand years; being able to hold on until now was enough to prove the strength of the Wild People tribe.

Tang cast his gaze toward the center of the Xiling Divine Palace, where a giant carriage stood.

The giant carriage was as tall as a three-story building, with a base cast from a single piece of bronze; the railings on the carriage were pure gold, shimmering with holy radiance under the sunlight, as if to steal away all the brilliance in the world. There was a pavilion on the carriage, its window screens locked deep, making it impossible to see the scene inside, save for a faintly visible, extremely tall figure.

——The Xiling Sect Leader.

This was the supreme commander of the entire Xiling Allied Forces.

As long as he could kill this Xiling Sect Leader, whose authority in the human world even exceeded that of the Tang Kingdom Emperor, then even if the Xiling Allied Forces did not retreat, they would be deeply shaken.

However, setting aside the Xiling Sect Leader's own unfathomable cultivation, the distance of over a hundred zhang between them was separated by over fifty thousand Temple Cavalry and thousands of cultivators, which was enough to make one feel despair.

Just as Tang took a few deep breaths, recovered slightly, and was about to return to the fray to kill the enemy, a voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Young man, that is not how the Origin-Level Demon Body is used."

Immediately following, a massive, boundless, and mysterious aura descended from the sky, pouring into his body and filling his limbs and bones.

Tang was startled at first, instinctively repelling this aura that did not belong to him, then realized the voice seemed somewhat familiar, and said with pleasant surprise: "Teacher..."

Slap!

Tang suddenly gave himself a slap.

"I told you, I am not your teacher."

"... Yes, yes."

"Do you want to repel the Xiling Allied Forces? Do you want to experience the Origin-Level Demon Body further? Then do not resist, and temporarily hand over control of this body to me."

"Yes... Teacher."

Slap!

The above exchange was entirely a conversation between Tang and Yu Liancheng within their minds.

But in the eyes of others, it appeared as if Tang had suddenly stood still, as if resting, and then suddenly slapped himself twice.

Whoosh!

During Tang's "distraction," a Sword Master joined his fingers into a sword gesture and pointed at Tang; a streak of sword light broke through the air, piercing toward Tang's heart.

Before the sword tip could pierce Tang's chest, it was pinched by a pair of thick index finger and thumb; then, with a slight exertion, the Flying Sword creaked and shattered with a boom.

The Sword Master's Life-bound Object was broken, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

"Middle-aged man, sneak attacking—no martial virtue."

"Tang" flicked his hand casually, and the fragments of the Flying Sword shot out, piercing into the center of the Sword Master's brow with incredible speed, causing him to collapse with a boom: "Don't do this in your next life."

"Tang" stretched his body, and his muscles and bones suddenly emitted a series of "crackling" explosions; at first it was not very obvious, but in the blink of an eye, the sound turned into the roar of rolling thunder, exploding one after another within his frame. At the same time, one acupuncture point after another opened, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rattled, surging into Tang's body like a physical substance.

With the influx of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, Tang's already tall figure suddenly shot up in height, and his muscles bulged further, knotted like dragons, giving people the feeling of a Demon God, as if he possessed the terrifying, massive strength to split mountains and seas with every movement.

Tang was the central figure of this battle and was highly conspicuous. This change attracted the attention of many powerhouses; the Xiling Sect Leader waved his hand, and immediately a two-thousand-strong unit of Xiling Divine Palace Cavalry charged toward Tang like a surging black tide, the ground trembling continuously like muffled thunder.

Just as the Divine Palace Cavalry was less than twenty zhang away from "Tang" and was about to swallow him up in an instant, his eyes suddenly opened, and golden light burst from his pupils.

"Watch closely, this is how the Origin-Level Demon Body is used."

The next moment, "Tang" threw a punch through the air.

The violent punch force, sweeping up the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, transformed into a wild dragon of punch force, pulling out a deafening sonic boom and heading toward the two thousand Divine Palace Cavalry at a terrifying speed.

This wild dragon of punch force was incomparably violent; merely brushing past it resulted in broken tendons and shattered bones. And those who stood in front of the punch force were torn apart, a sight too horrible to endure.

Wherever the long dragon of punch force passed, the shrill neighing of horses and screams of men echoed through the sky, and countless severed limbs rained down, paving a carpet of flesh and blood.

The punch force tore a gap through the two thousand Divine Palace Cavalry, continued to spread for dozens of zhang, and only dissipated after devouring hundreds of the Divine Palace Allied Forces.

The power of a single punch reached such a level.

The cultivators on the field were horrified; how could the already exhausted Demon Sect Walker suddenly become so violent and powerful?

Bang!

Following that, "Tang" tapped his toes, pulling out a winding white air wave mixed with mud, sand, and severed limbs, and headed toward the tall, divine carriage in the center of the Allied Forces with an overwhelming momentum.