Chapter 92: Xiang Xuanqing: Your Treasure? Now It

“He’s really tough—still not dead!” Meng Wuyou shook her head in disappointment; she had set her sights on that spirit coffin lamp, but the bastard had escaped.

She turned to look around.

In just this short while, several of Shen Ni’s external incarnations seemed to have been subdued.

Jing Yao Shangzun’s face glowed with red light.

Inside his Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, a ray of aurora darted like lightning, surging left and right.

Meng Wuyou stared closely—it was a divine sword, its blade aligned with the Seven Stars’ cosmic pattern, its primordial divine runes arranged in perfect order, radiating brilliant primordial light.

“Primordial Divine Artifact—Seven Stars Sword!”

Jing Yao Shangzun laughed heartily: “Only someone who can summon the souls of Chaos Demons can produce something like this!”

“Shen Ni seems to have quite the collection.”

“You’re quicker than I am!” Ming He stood beside him, clutching his Killing Sword, gazing at Jing Yao Shangzun with envy.

“The two Shen Ni incarnations I fought ran too fast—one drove a war chariot, the other transformed into a divine steed and galloped straight into Chaos.”

“I owe this to a friend who gave me the Golden Veil Rope!” Jing Yao Shangzun beamed, pointing to the sash tied around his waist.

The Turtle-Snake Immortal truly kept his word—this Golden Veil Rope was genuine.

Just now, Jing Yao had used it to bind Shen Ni’s Dao Body, tossed it into the Purple Gold Furnace, and refined it into this Seven Stars Sword.

“Keeping it for self-defense later will be excellent!” Jing Yao Shangzun was extremely satisfied with the Seven Stars Sword.

Moments later, a clear sword chime rang out as Yu Chendao Jun shattered the void and returned, stepping through the tide of Chaos.

“Friend, how did it go?”

Ming He’s gaze held an inquiring look—as if asking what he had gained.

Yu Chendao Jun shook his head: “I didn’t hold back—I obliterated both him and his artifact.”

He opened his palm, letting the Qingping Sword dissolve into tiny emerald specks that scattered into the Sword Pool.

Ming He glanced at the Dao Jun’s calm expression, then at the Qingping Sword now scattered like floating duckweed.

He sighed: “I thought you’d use your newly developed Wind Roar Array.”

Yu Chendao Jun’s back stiffened.

“The array is good, but it won’t kill Shen Ni’s true heart—right now, you need a decisive, lethal technique!”

Ming He nodded: “Li Ming is decisive indeed!”

“When you encounter such terrorists, you must strike hard—no leniency!”

“That’s true!”

Jing Yao Shangzun held the Purple Gold Furnace in one hand and the newly refined Seven Stars Sword in the other.

He beamed: “To safeguard the peace of Honghuang, it is our sacred duty!”

Fight Shen Ni, earn gold coins!

Shen Ni—a terrorist with both power and wealth—is the perfect target for Honghuang Zhenjie.

Any primordial deity who learned Shen Ni was summoning Chaos Demons couldn’t help but burn with rage.

Any primordial deity who learned Shen Ni could loot from Chaos Demons couldn’t help but turn green with envy.

How could the gods not be eager to strike such a terrorist—both infuriating and envy-inducing?

“Honghuang needs more Shen Nis,” Jing Yao Shangzun mused.

Good fortune hides within misfortune; misfortune lurks within good fortune.

This was Jing Yao Shangzun’s alchemy philosophy: if you regard Shen Ni as a pill, looting gear is fortune, destruction is misfortune.

If you balance the two, it might truly be a good thing!

Ming He nodded in strong agreement: “If there were more Shen Nis, Honghuang would be harmonious.”

This left Meng Wuyou both amused and exasperated.

Yes, Shen Ni drops gear—but if he truly awakens the Chaos Demons, everyone will have headaches.

Isn’t it a bit too optimistic to hope for this?

In another timeline, far beyond Biyou Palace, the Tide of Destruction drowned countless heavens; darkness devoured all light.

From the origin of time to the end of eons, infinite derivative dimensions, boundless brilliant civilizations, countless parallel timelines—all were engulfed by the Tide of Destruction, collapsing into ruin.

“The supreme artifact of Destruction, born from Chaos—truly formidable.”

In the cosmos, a sovereign figure stood like a mountain, deep as an abyss—indestructible, unchanging, eternal, boundless.

Xiang Xuanqing wore a dark imperial robe, a black-gold imperial sword at his waist, the Dai Hengtian crown upon his head, and behind him hung boundless circular radiance, manifesting all heavens and myriad phenomena, the void bursting with countless lights.

Shen Ni’s Destruction Artifact could not destroy Xiang Xuanqing’s Dharma Body.

Even the Devouring Dao could not consume his Dao Fruit.

“You want to erode my Dharma, devour my Dao? Come back after you’ve attained Da Luo—then we’ll duel.”

All darkness rapidly receded; stars and universes reignited with brilliant radiance.

Feeling his own laws weakened, Shen Ni frowned: “The Dao of the Darkness Demon?”

As Xiang Xuanqing stepped forward, not only could he not devour Xiang Xuanqing’s Dao, but the endless darkness was gradually being controlled by the other.

He could command darkness because he had absorbed part of the Darkness Demon’s legacy.

But what of Xiang Xuanqing?

“What Darkness Demon’s Dao? This is clearly Honghuang’s Dao!”

Xiang Xuanqing implied: You’re insulting me—can the Darkness Demon match my darkness?

Do you even know what the Youming World is?

Do you understand what a Youming Sovereign is?

The shadow of Honghuang, the darkness of the world—these were precisely his domain.

Or rather, among all Dao and all methods, this was the power Xiang Xuanqing wielded most effortlessly.

Even the Darkness Demon himself would feel ashamed before Xiang Xuanqing—how much less Shen Ni, who merely stole fragments of the Demon’s legacy?

“What belongs to Chaos returns to Honghuang; what belongs to Honghuang returns to Honghuang!”

“Since Pangu opened heaven and ended all, Honghuang emerged from nothingness—Chaos Demon relics are ultimately ours.”

Xiang Xuanqing strode through the Zhou Tian, commanding all Dao, reversing all cause and effect, expelling Shen Ni’s darkness.

The fragments Shen Ni had taken from the Darkness Demon were far less substantial than the Demon’s lingering consciousness imprisoned in Tai Sha Tian Gong.

At least [Jie] truly possessed a Darkness Dao Fruit.

Whether real or not, it was still far stronger than Shen Ni’s borrowed darkness.

Above the Tide of Destruction, Shen Ni watched his darkness being utterly expelled—he didn’t seem particularly bothered.

Instead, he wore an expression of sudden realization. “So the Darkness Demon’s Dao Fruit was taken by you,” Shen Ni, unaware of [Jie]’s existence, knew his own gains were only tangentially related to the Darkness Demon.

The darkness he extracted paled in comparison to the true Chaos Demon Dao Fruit.

Xiang Xuanqing’s mastery over the Darkness Dao made Shen Ni suspect much more.

“I’m curious—how did you obtain the complete Dao Fruit?”

Shen Ni’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Summoning those fellows isn’t easy. I can acquire many Dao legacies, but fully claiming true legacies still has limits.”

“One is the Demon Dao Artifacts; another is the Demon Dao Fruit.”

He looked at Xiang Xuanqing with keen interest—not as an enemy, but as if genuinely seeking advice.

“Besides, not all of them want to be found. Some Chaos Demons arranged their own fates; others were terrified of Pangu and preferred to lie dormant before the opening of heaven.”

“I’m very interested in their things—but I just can’t get them,” Shen Ni sighed in regret.

From his words, it seemed he wasn’t merely a mindless destroyer—he had his own calculations.

Indeed, anyone who deals with Chaos Demons must have some agenda.

“You’re curious how I got the Dao Fruit? I’m equally curious how you summon souls.”

“Chaos Demon relics aren’t something you can just take.”

Xiang Xuanqing stared at Shen Ni’s World-Ending Mill and smiled: “Since you’ve come to me today, let me take a look.”

“Look at what?” Shen Ni instinctively sensed something amiss.

Before he could react, a mirror beam struck out.

Then, profound and mysterious Dao maxims echoed through time and space.

“Souls on the Njie Mirror reveal their true forms; characters stolen, texts secretly repaired. Yin law is impartial, judging truth; yang beings who commit evil suffer harsh punishment.”

Xiang Xuanqing raised the Njie Mirror, aiming it at Shen Ni: “Evil one, confess!”

One function of the Njie Mirror: Assign merit and guilt.

Once struck by this mirror, boundless sins and endless karmic debts clung to the target.

Shen Ni, already burdened with countless misdeeds and karmic stains, was shackled by these heavy chains, his spirit reeling.

“Not again?”

“Does the Underworld have no other tricks?”

His avatar was condemned by Wang Chuan; his incarnation was condemned by Wuyou; now his true body was condemned by Xiang Xuanqing.

Repeated punishments—he was numb.

Infinite sins and evils across all timelines, real or not, true or false—all karmic debts were forcibly heaped upon him.

Even if Shen Ni admitted he was truly wicked, the Njie Mirror pinned crimes he never committed onto him.

Now Shen Ni wanted to shout: “Unfair!”

“You’re wronged?” Xiang Xuanqing smiled.

“If one bears no guilt, the Njie Mirror reveals only pure, radiant clarity.”

"All the heinous sins you've committed are from countless future timelines—I've already added them to your tally!"

Burdened with layer upon layer of sin, within the Sin Mirror, Shen Ni’s inner self projected endless shadows.

Second effect of the Sin Mirror: Revealing past deeds.

"Let me see—who’s hiding behind you?"

Xiang Xuanqing’s gaze reversed through time, tracing backward, directly probing the secrets concealed behind Shen Ni.

Almost instantly, Xiang Xuanqing locked onto Bu Si Mountain.

"Well, well!"

Within Xiang Xuanqing’s vision, beyond the pitch-black void, in boundless darkness, countless eyes stared at the intruder.

They whispered, anticipated, grieved, wept… and yet, they were curious.

They had become curious about Xiang Xuanqing.

【Heh, another new face has shown up.】

【More fun than the last one.】

【Not just that—he’s even stronger than the last one.】

【There’s a hint of that dark guy’s aura… hmm, no—his darkness…】

【I want to possess him! Take over his body—I could be reborn for an entire eon!】

Xiang Xuanqing’s face turned black.

"Go back to your own era!"

With a single roar, all those gazes retracted and vanished into the boundless spacetime.

Except one pair of hollow eyes.

The Destruction Demon God.

Xiang Xuanqing recognized his Dao.

He had just encountered it.

"You want to steal the World-Annihilating Mill? Dream on!" The Destruction Demon God’s gaze turned icy.

Shen Ni regained full control of himself, fixing his eyes fiercely on Xiang Xuanqing.

"Oh? Why so worked up?"

Xiang Xuanqing chuckled: "What do you mean by 'steal'?"

"I’m taking it openly and honorably!"

Xiang Xuanqing reached out, through layers of spacetime, plucking the eyes from Bu Si Mountain.

"I’ll accept them graciously."

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