Chapter 100

The Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace—

This is a method to connect with the Silent Heavenly Palace and become a demonic offspring of Chongyu the Demon Lord.

Thereafter, it naturally follows to perform prayers and seek blessings and protection from this great primordial deity.

Cruelly slaughter all sentient beings, shatter heaven and earth, exterminate an entire realm, smash seas and continents—

As long as one continually commits acts of devastation, annihilation, terror, destruction, and darkness.

One can continuously receive blessings from Chongyu the Demon Lord through the Silent Heavenly Palace.

And these blessings are not bound by any fixed form—they may be chosen entirely according to the demonic offspring’s will.

They may be a superb crimson flesh furnace; a strange, heretical poison insect with corpse-sealing properties that devours brains and sucks marrow; a colossal corpse puppet endowed with the power to move mountains and shift continents, capable of shouldering rivers and peaks.

Or they may be a genuine Xuan sect secret scripture directly pointing to the Dao fruit of Primordial Spirit returning to emptiness; a magic treasure flying sword left behind by a past sword cultivator; a Ninefold Dragon-Tiger Golden Embryo Elixir.

Or even the handwritten notes of a sage from human cultivation.

A fragment of the Golden Body of a Crimson Register True Deity.

The relic stupa of a great Arhat who had severed the “Five Harmonious Upper Extremes” and established pure conduct.

The true blood-soul of a Zhi, capable of corrupting and extinguishing all living miasma, profoundly yin and absolute.

The Great Dao is void, encompassing all myriad phenomena—

Even the scriptures state that if the blessings are sufficient, one may reverse the wheel of life and death, bathe in the sun and mend the heavens, or even summon Chongyu the Demon Lord to personally intervene—none of this is mere fantasy.

Yet the most crucial point of the “Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace” is not any of these granted items.

It is that upon becoming Chongyu’s demonic offspring, one has already transcended the afflictions of birth, death, decay, and illness, free from the torment of lifespan limits!

One can extend life nearly infinitely!

At the moment a sentient being completes the “Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace,” their very life essence is registered in the Silent Heavenly Palace.

Even if slain by an enemy, one can quickly awaken within the Silent Heavenly Palace and be reborn once more in the mortal world.

Blades, spiritual arts, curses, talisman arrays…

Even if one dies a thousand or ten thousand times, one can be reborn a thousand or ten thousand times again.

In fact, the instant one becomes Chongyu’s demonic offspring, one is already erased from the underworld’s records, nameless in the ghost realm, permanently settled.

The only one who may determine the life or death of Chongyu’s demonic offspring is Chongyu the Demon Lord himself…

Yet although this great spiritual art possesses boundless wonders, it is exceedingly difficult to cultivate.

Where the Dao appears, it manifests; where it is absent, it hides.

Simply finding a sentient being capable of resonating with it is one in ten thousand.

And even if one miraculously passes the resonance, the subsequent trials of skin-stripping blood corpses and the Six Dust Demons are enough to crush countless aspirants.

In ancient times, Chongyu the Demon Lord was originally a great enlightened master of the Buddhist sect, later slaughtered his own sect, killed countless Bodhisattvas and great Arhats, and thus unified all demons, revered as the “Sage Among Demons.”

The “Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace” he founded naturally carries faint traces of true Buddhist meaning.

The skin-stripping blood corpse is the gateway of form—once touched, one is stripped of visible and tangible form, cast into the void of absolute emptiness, in a horrific fate.

After it comes the Six Dust Demons—

The human-faced serpent is the dust of form.

The red-skinned dwarf is the dust of dharmas.

The headless corpse titan is the dust of scent.

The blood-pool string music is the dust of sound.

The wheel is the dust of touch.

The golden man is the dust of taste.

—

These Six Dust Demon trials cannot be overcome by anyone lacking great fortune, great perseverance, and great destiny.

Should one fail, one instantly perishes, body and soul extinguished.

One chooses spiritual arts; spiritual arts also choose one.

Chongyu the Demon Lord’s selection of his demonic offspring is exceedingly strict.

In Fu Can’s ancestral memory, within the past hundred thousand years, only one other person—Chen Yan—had passed the Six Dust Demon trials unscathed, like Chen Hang.

“They’re both descendants of Chen Yupu; Chen Yan is this boy’s elder sister… Back then, the earth palace golden scripture containing the ‘Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace’ came to her of its own accord, landing in her arms—I witnessed it with my own eyes, and it shocked me!”

Fu Can’s ancestor muttered inwardly:

“This Chen family clearly enjoys Chongyu the Demon Lord’s favor. How long has it been since a Chongyu demonic offspring appeared? First there was Chen Yan, and now, barely after her death, another Chen Hang emerges!

But has Chongyu truly died? Is the selection of this demonic offspring truly His will, or is the Silent Heavenly Palace acting on His behalf?

If He’s still alive, selling this information to the Ancestor of the Tribulation Immortal might earn me a fortune—truly, I could make a killing!”

Carrying these thoughts, Fu Can’s ancestor urged Chen Hang several more times, yet received no reply.

He puzzled over this for a long while.

Finally, he suddenly remembered the silence command he had given before entering the hall, and grinned crookedly.

“Alright, now you can transmit voice. You needn’t fear detection—it’s fine.” Fu Can’s ancestor sighed helplessly.

“Alright, now that voice transmission is possible, you needn’t worry about being detected—it’s all fine.” Master Fu Can sighed deeply, helplessly.

After several breaths, he heard Chen Hang’s voice in his mind.

“Because the Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman is already active. Before this leaf of mine burns to ash, the spiritual awareness within it must return to its origin, thus borrowing a trace of its original power.”

“Since the Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman is now active, before this ginseng leaf is reduced to ash, the divine consciousness within it must naturally return from the void to its origin—and thus, it can borrow a trace of the original form’s spiritual power.”

"Boy! Don’t underestimate Old Ancestor—I am the Great Zai Yanxing Ginseng, a true immortal herb! Though the borrowed power can’t alter heaven and earth, shielding against the spiritual perception of a Dongxuan cultivator and a heavenly demon is no problem at all! If you ever encounter my ginseng leaf again, you’d better show me proper respect!"

"Boy! Don’t underestimate Old Ancestor—I am the great Zai Yanxing Ginseng, a genuine immortal herb! Though the borrowed power can’t change heaven and earth, blocking the spiritual awareness of a Dongxuan cultivator and a heavenly demon is no trouble at all! If you ever meet my ginseng leaf again, you’d better show Old Ancestor some respect!"

Chen Hang was startled:

“But I haven’t even acted yet.”

"...When that evil wrathful Yinsheng demon appeared! Heh! You youngsters can’t handle this precious talisman—you need Old Ancestor! If you didn’t record it, wouldn’t you waste my leaf?"

Fu Can’s ancestor chuckled awkwardly, then quickly changed the subject:

“By the way, boy, you played your part well—I’ve never seen you wear so many expressions before.

Excellent! Excellent! Brilliantly done!”

Chen Hang wasn’t particularly surprised—he knew Fu Can’s ancestor’s nature well enough—and merely smiled faintly, saying nothing.

The Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman—

This talisman has no function to kill or trap; it merely records a segment of sight and sound before it and transmits it to the mind of every cultivator within ten thousand miles.

And when activated, it is utterly stealthy, silent and invisible, making it nearly impossible for those present to detect anything amiss.

According to the classifications of major Xuan sects, this Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman does qualify as a clever, ingenious device.

In fact, according to Fu Can’s ancestor, this talisman was only recently invented in the recent age by a certain high-level adept.

Its original purpose was to catch lovers in the act, exposing scandalous affairs to the world—even at the cost of one’s own reputation—to strike at the heart.

Later, it spread and found other uses, becoming widely known…

"The Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman has been used—fine, Old Ancestor must have his reasons. But your claim about the Chongyu demonic offspring is nonsense. First, a human body cannot use this spiritual art; second..."

Chen Hang smiled and said: “I have no intention of abandoning my current human form to walk the path of heavenly demons. The path to immortality ultimately seeks transcendence and freedom—how could I surrender my life and death to another’s control?”

At this moment, the evil wrathful Yinsheng demon, in the form of a beautiful woman, had drawn near Chen Hang.

She bent slightly, revealing the smooth, snowy valley of her chest, her gaze wandering over Chen Hang’s face, scrutinizing him meticulously.

Her burning desire was utterly unhidden, as if she longed to extend her tongue and lick his face repeatedly.

“Young master, you are so beautiful.”

After gazing for a long while, the beautiful woman sighed softly:

“You are truly beautiful, like a jade statue—I almost hate to possess your body…”

She raised her slender, jade-like fingers, tilting Chen Hang’s chin, her throat moving, her eyes glued to his features as if utterly lost in them.

“The Ten-Thousand-Mile Illumination Talisman can still record another segment of sight and sound. Quick, boy—smile again, draw out her secrets, and best confirm her guilt of consorting with the heavenly demon. Then it’ll be over.”

Watching this scene, Fu Can’s ancestor nearly rolled with laughter, barely holding back his mirth as he transmitted to Chen Hang:

“Smile! Smile! Get her to talk! Hurry! Hurry!”

Chen Hang knew the old man was merely eager for entertainment, but he himself harbored some doubts about the heavenly demon. After a moment’s thought, he spoke:

Chen Heng knew the old man was merely seeking entertainment, but he himself had long harbored doubts about the heavenly demons; after a moment of thought, he spoke up.

“Young master, my true name is Zha He Naren.”

The beautiful woman interrupted him with a chuckle: “Call me Liu Niang.”

“For the past two hundred years, under the pretense of listening to teachings, have you and the cave lord been committing murders? Has no one noticed all these years?”

“For the past two hundred years, have you and the Cave Lord, under the guise of giving lectures, been carrying out killings? Has no one noticed in all these years?”

“If your goal is merely to find those who can resonate with the ‘Sacred Prayer Great Law of the Silent Heavenly Palace,’ why kill them outright?

Or perhaps, am I to blame for the deaths of Lu Yu and that Blood Lotus Sect qi cultivator? If I hadn’t resonated with the spiritual art, they wouldn’t have died?”

“...Young master, you’re kind-hearted. Too bad—even if you hadn’t resonated with the spiritual art, they still couldn’t have lived.”

The beautiful woman shook her head: “Those with higher talent, who might reach the Dongxuan realm, are not to be exhausted like draining a pond—I turn them into demonic followers; should their cultivation advance, they will return some energy to me.

But those with inferior talent… Don’t you know? Heavenly demons adore the flesh of cultivators—it’s a supreme tonic.”

She licked her crimson lips, radiating seduction:

“As for being discovered? Don’t worry. First, we only target solitary cultivators—worthless lives, insignificant.

Second, I am the Evil Wrathful Yinsheng Demon, second only to the royal bloodline among heavenly demons. My demonic puppets are not easily exposed!”

Second, I am Echun, the Yinsheng Demon, second only to the royal bloodlines among the Heavenly Demons—my demonic puppets are not so easily penetrated!

“I have another question: it is said that the Lord of Huaiwu Cave once went to the East Sea to seek a dragon, and ultimately married the offspring of General Lingzhao Xianying, who served under the Dragon Lord of the East Sea.”

Hearing this, Chen Hang sighed a long breath and spoke slowly:

“I originally thought you were a jiao woman, but I never imagined you were a Tian Mo…”

“Then does this mean even the East Sea has made some pact with the two of you?”

At these words,

the beautiful woman’s smiling face stiffened for a moment, her eyes darkening.

“The Dragon Lord of the East Sea is far too proud—I and Liu Niang are but insects before him. A pact? What absurd fantasy.”

On the ritual altar,

at this moment, the Lord of Huaiwu Cave glanced at Chen Hang with indifference and spoke:

“I came to the East Sea under the pretense of seeking a dragon bride, intending to offer all my wealth in exchange for a permit to pass through the storm layer and escape these Nine Provinces and Four Seas.

But not only did the Dragon Lord deign not to notice me—even the dukes, marquises, and generals treated me as a joke, and because Liu Niang was an Echun Yinsheng Demon, they sought to seize her as a demonic pet. It was General Lingzhao Xianying who took my wealth, then disguised me under the name of a jiao woman and sent us both back to the Southern Region.”

“Enough. You’ve asked all you needed to ask. Out of respect for your deeds, I’ve allowed you to become a knowing ghost!”

The Lord of Huaiwu Cave sneered coldly:

“Chen Hang, die peacefully!”

At this moment, the beautiful woman’s face had turned deep crimson, as if she had drunk fine wine, her cheeks flushed with a thousand peach blossoms, her robe half-open.

The Lord of Huaiwu Cave’s sharp cry finally jolted her back to her senses; she had no choice but to withdraw her hand from Chen Hang’s face.

“My lord, I lost my composure.”

The beautiful woman cast a glance full of longing and bowed submissively toward the ritual altar.

The Lord of Huaiwu Cave merely snorted, his expression grim, yet said nothing further.

“Lord of Huaiwu, you’ve spent your life as a famed Lianshi—how can you stoop so low?”

At this moment, the Ancestor Fu Can was laughing hysterically.

Chen Hang paid him no mind, only lifting his head slightly to ask:

“Without Liu Niang, I would already be a pile of rotting bones. Between her and me, when did you, a mere child, earn the right to judge?”

The Lord of Huaiwu Cave’s face darkened sharply.

“This old man seems like a lovesick lackey.”

thought Ancestor Fu Can.

The beautiful woman said no more, reluctantly withdrawing her gaze, shaking her body, and immediately a thick veil of demonic light and mist enveloped her, brilliant and dazzling like stars reflecting the moon, while a faint, piercing cry echoed from the void.

“Though I can resonate with the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method,’ if you possess me, can you inherit this divine art as well?”

Chen Hang, watching this strange spectacle, asked curiously.

“My dear, are you trying to extract secrets from me?

Let me tell you: this ‘Mutual Transformation’ technique is the innate divine art of the Echun Yinsheng Demon. After rebirth, I inherit not only the divine art, but also your destiny, your fortune—all of it!”

The beautiful woman smiled shyly.

Her flesh peeled away inch by inch, like yellow paper soaked in water—first her hair, arms, eyeballs, toes, then her internal organs and blood; when all had fallen to the ground, only a white skeleton remained at the center of the demonic light and mist.

The skeleton staggered a few steps, then collapsed into a pile of bones, leaving behind only a vivid streak of demonic light, flickering once, then shooting straight toward Chen Hang’s heart!

“Tsk! Blowing up such a huge lie—so shameless!”

Ancestor Fu Can muttered, clapped his hands, and his entire body dissolved into a cluster of spiritual light.

The Ten-Thousand-Mile Illuminating Talisman immediately activated!

Huanhua Sect, Xiao Gan Mountain, Di Beidu, Yun Island, Wuqi Cliff, Danxun Abyss…

Within ten thousand li, countless sects and mountain gates, countless immortal cultivators.

At this moment, whoever they were, whatever they were doing, an inexplicable image and sound suddenly surfaced in their minds.

“Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method.”

“My dear, my true name is Cha Hena Ren.”

“The Dragon Lord of the East Sea is far too proud—I and Liu Niang are but insects before him…”

The faces of the Lord of Huaiwu Cave and the beautiful woman seemed right before their eyes, their voices crystal clear.

Though some cultivators remained confused, unaware how these two had suddenly intruded into their minds, many others turned pale with shock, trembling in bewilderment.

Especially in the area of Fuyu Lake—after a brief, chilling silence, a great uproar erupted, deafening and chaotic!

And at this moment,

in the boundless distance,

deep within a thousand mountains, drifting clouds reflected the sunset, waterfalls cascaded like crystal curtains.

At the peak, amid the circling waterfalls, atop a pavilion of orchids, a handsome man in splendid robes paused, then burst into loud laughter, his voice like flying thunder.

“Ten-Thousand-Mile Illuminating Talisman? Excellent! Excellent! So it’s an Echun Yinsheng Demon?”

He raised his eyebrows:

“I thought coming to the Southern Region was a tedious duty, but I never expected to encounter such a plaything? Master Xie’s alchemical furnace still lacks one key ingredient—this demon shall be claimed by Sima Lingzhen of my Yuchen Sect!”