Chapter 705: Bloodline Awakening, Power of Time and Space

Yunyou Zhenren also relied on his profound cultivation and firm Dao heart to withstand the attack from Wucaizi.

But the other few Elders of the Alliance were not so lucky.

Their eyes were instantly occupied by a red light, their expressions became vacant, and they completely lost their self-awareness.

"Very good, it seems you have more backbone than I imagined," Wucaizi sneered.

"But it doesn't matter, I have other means."

He took out a blood-red token and sent a strange ray of light into the air.

This was a contact signal between Xintu of the Demon God, capable of summoning accomplices lurking everywhere.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, dozens of cultivators rushed over from all directions.

These people appeared to be members of the Righteous Alliance on the surface, but their eyes all flickered with a strange red light.

Clearly, they had long been controlled by Wucaizi and had become puppets of the Xintu of the Demon God.

"What? There are so many traitors in the Alliance?" Jian Wushuang said in shock.

"Traitors?" Wucaizi laughed triumphantly.

"They are not traitors, but pawns I have carefully cultivated."

"Over these years, I have controlled many cultivators through various means, making them serve the Great Demon God."

"You think the Righteous Alliance is united? In fact, it has long been riddled with holes by my infiltration."

The controlled cultivators began to besiege Jian Wentian and the others.

Although these people had lost their reason, their cultivation had not declined, and their attacks were extremely fierce.

What was even more dire was that Jian Wentian and the others dared not strike hard, as these were, after all, fellow sect members being persecuted.

"Alliance Leader Jian, what should we do?" Yunyou Zhenren asked anxiously while fending off attacks.

"These people are innocent; we cannot harm them."

Jian Wentian gritted his teeth and fought back, but his heart was also filled with extreme anxiety.

If they were only dealing with Wucaizi alone, they would still have a chance of winning.

But now that they had to fight under the premise of protecting their fellow sect members, the difficulty had increased several times over.

Wucaizi saw their predicament and became even more triumphant: "How about it? Righteous people are just troublesome."

"Clearly having the ability to kill the enemy, yet being held back by so-called benevolence."

"This kind of hypocritical kindness is your fatal weakness."

As he spoke, he took out another, even stranger token.

This token was deep black, engraved with a twisted Demon God pattern, and emitted a thick, evil aura.

"Great Demon God, your loyal servant reports to you," Wucaizi said respectfully to the token.

"The war between the human and demon races has broken out, and the Righteous Alliance has also begun to split from within."

"Countless lives are fading away, providing sufficient negative energy for your resurrection."

An ancient and majestic voice came from the token: "Very good, Wucaizi."

"Your years of lurking have not been in vain; the Demon God will remember your contributions."

"Continue to create chaos and let more people fall into despair and hatred."

"I will soon be able to descend upon this world once again."

Hearing this voice, Jian Wentian felt a surge of immense fear in his heart.

This was the legendary Demon God, the terrifying existence that had once nearly destroyed the entire Immortal cultivation world.

If he were allowed to truly resurrect, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"We must stop him!" Jian Wentian made up his mind.

He began to execute the supreme technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Countless sword lights surged from his body, each carrying a sharp killing intent.

But these sword lights did not attack the controlled cultivators; instead, they all pointed toward Wucaizi.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin—Slay Evil and Eliminate Demons!"

The dense sword light shot toward Wucaizi like a rainstorm, with power strong enough to tear the Void.

Wucaizi's expression changed, and he hurriedly sacrificed a black shield to defend.

The shield was covered with evil Rune, emitting a corrosive aura.

The sword light collided with the shield, producing a harsh, grating sound.

The intense light made the entire deck tremble, and the surrounding cultivators retreated one after another.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!" Wucaizi gritted his teeth to resist.

But Jian Wentian's anger caused the power of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to double, and the black shield began to show cracks.

Yunyou Zhenren was not idle either; he performed the Daoist Purification Technique.

"Taiqing Purification Technique—Drive Away Evil and Eliminate Charms!"

Pure white light surged from his body, shining upon the controlled cultivators.

The red light in the eyes of these cultivators began to fade, and their expressions gradually regained clarity.

The Heart Demon Control Technique quickly disintegrated under the light of purification, and the controlled cultivators began to wake up.

"This... what just happened to me?" A cultivator looked around in a daze.

"Why attack Alliance Leader Jian?"

More cultivators regained their reason and began to realize what had just happened.

Their eyes were filled with anger and disgust as they looked at Wucaizi.

"Demonic scum! How dare you control our minds!"

"Kill this traitor!"

Wucaizi saw that the situation was unfavorable and knew he could not delay any longer.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the token.

"Lord Demon God, please grant me power!"

The token instantly erupted with intense blood-colored light, and Wucaizi's aura began to surge.

His cultivation base broke through directly from the original Golden Core peak to the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

The powerful pressure made everyone feel suffocated.

"Hahaha! Feel the power of Lord Demon God!" Wucaizi laughed wildly as he attacked Jian Wentian.

But just at this moment, an earth-shattering explosion came from the distance.

A beam of blood-colored light soared into the sky from the direction of Ten Thousand Demon Island, and the entire sea area was shaking violently.

Wucaizi looked toward that direction, a gleam of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Lord Demon God's resurrection ritual has already entered the final stage!"

"Even if that brat Lin Xuan has the Creation Bloodline, he cannot stop the great Demon God!"

"The entire world of cultivation is about to welcome a new master!"

Jian Wentian looked at Ten Thousand Demon Island, where the blood-colored light soared into the sky, his heart filled with worry.

Inside the temple, the Demon God consciousness laughed incessantly after sensing the massive negative energy generated by the war outside.

"Hahaha! Anger! Hatred! Despair! These wonderful emotions are nourishing this seat!"

Following his laughter, the blood in the blood pool began to boil violently.

Countless bubbles surged from the bottom of the pool, and every bursting bubble was accompanied by a shrill scream.

These sounds overlapped, forming a terrifying sound wave that made the entire temple tremble.

That was the wailing of the souls of the dead, the resentment trapped in the blood pool for a thousand years.

The phantom of the Demon God consciousness began to solidify rapidly, and the originally transparent body became clearer and clearer.

His height grew from three meters to five meters, his entire body covered in knotted muscles, radiating a destructive pressure.

Blood-red eyes like two burning stars stared down at Lin Xuan and Bai Suxin below.

"Thank you for the feast you have prepared for this seat," the Demon God consciousness said triumphantly.

"The war of those idiots outside, and the infighting of the Righteous Alliance, have all provided this seat with sufficient power."

"This seat has now recovered fifty percent of my strength, enough to crush all of you."