Chapter 1042

Yet the source of the giant steppe warrior Chilaowen's terror was something Yu Qinglong had never anticipated.

After all, he had been suppressed by the spirit realm of a dried corpse demonic Buddha from You Dongying.

Then he was dragged into a hallucinatory realm, where he was manipulated into submission.

Such a shocking past was utterly beyond Yu Qinglong's expectations, given they both hailed from You Dongying.

Could Chilaowen really have such a rich history?

And who exactly was that dried corpse demonic Buddha from You Dongying?

Even though Yu Qinglong had seen much in both Jiuzhou and You Dongying,

this glimpse into Chilaowen's secrets still left him utterly baffled.

Just then, General Zhebie was being driven to the brink of madness by waves upon waves of monsters that could not be killed or cut down.

Chilaowen fared even worse, nearly driven to mental collapse by the phantom of the dried corpse demonic Buddha, weeping uncontrollably.

Occasionally, strange moans escaped him, making Yu Qinglong desperately wish he could record the scene.

But he knew this victory came only because Zhebie and Chilaowen were unskilled in spiritual arts.

And because neither had ever imagined the Ten Thousand Dao Forest could be so peculiar.

Had it been a direct, open fight, he could never have taken on both at once.

Even now, as Zhebie and Chilaowen teetered on the edge of collapse, Yu Qinglong found it no easy thing to kill them.

After all, this hallucination was born from their own inner demons.

If Yu Qinglong truly launched a direct attack, he would shatter the demon illusion.

The two would awaken instantly.

Moreover, if he truly killed Zhebie and Chilaowen,

he would make a mortal enemy of the Great Yuan!

The Great Yuan's future retaliation would give You Dongying plenty of headaches.

Yu Qinglong had no intention of killing them now, so he prepared to wave his hand and withdraw the strange art.

"You damned Japanese pirates, daring to humiliate a Great Yuan General? You seek death!"

At that moment, a thunderclap erupted from nowhere.

Immediately, the celestial and terrestrial Qi surged violently.

In an instant, the celestial and terrestrial Qi transformed into endless waves, crashing toward Yu Qinglong.

Yu Qinglong was stunned—he knew he himself could not summon so much celestial and terrestrial Qi in an instant.

The newcomer's strength far exceeded Yu Qinglong's wildest imagination.

With no time to withdraw the strange art, Yu Qinglong roared and unleashed another technique—Red Fire Dao!

Red Fire Dao was none other than the famed Red Fire Divine Art!

This divine art was originally created by Yu Qinglong's ancestors.

Later, it was lost to the Central Plains and acquired by the Red Fire Patriarch of Wu Tian Inferno, who refined it.

Thus, the art's power grew even greater.

After reaching the ninth level, one could transform into living flame, becoming immortal and indestructible!

Yu Qinglong's Red Fire Divine Art naturally lacked the power of Wu Tian Inferno's version.

Fortunately, he was sharp-witted and gifted.

He merged his ancestral Red Fire Divine Art with the Ten Thousand Dao Forest passed down by Xiao Aoshi.

Eventually, he created a new technique—Red Fire Dao!

Now, facing imminent peril, Yu Qinglong naturally unleashed his most trusted technique: Red Fire Dao.

Invisible, colorless flames suddenly engulfed Yu Qinglong's entire body.

In an instant, those watching from afar—Liaofan, Master Yeyu, and others—felt as if Yu Qinglong had become a miniature sun on earth!

"This… is too terrifying!"

Master Yeyu was utterly astonished—could a cultivator truly reach such a level?

"…"

Liaofan was equally awestruck, about to speak,

when the tidal wave of celestial and terrestrial Qi arrived.

Even though Yu Qinglong's Red Fire Dao was ferocious and dominant,

under the tidal wave's assault, that newly born miniature sun was instantly extinguished by a single crest.

Yu Qinglong's most dominant Red Fire Dao was broken so easily!

With Red Fire Dao shattered, Yu Qinglong suffered severe injuries.

He could no longer maintain the strange art, and Zhebie and Chilaowen gradually awoke.

"Hah! So it's the Ten Thousand Dao Forest."

The one who had struck was none other than Master Changsheng, the Immortal God of Longevity.

He now emerged slowly, instantly recognizing Yu Qinglong's technique.

Regarding the Qinglong Society's top guests, even if Master Changsheng had forgotten the battle at Dragon God Island, he still bore deep hatred.

Thus, he did not rush to kill Yu Qinglong outright, but snarled instead:

"Who is Xiao Aoshi to you?"

Yu Qinglong never imagined his strongest technique would be so effortlessly shattered.

Even his former teacher, Boss Xiao Aoshi, could not have done it so easily, could he?

Who is this man?

Seeing the monk before him, he gritted his teeth and demanded.

Hayato Ten'in immediately understood—Xiao Aoshi had a grudge against him.

Although Xiao Aoshi also had a grudge against Hayato Ten'in, he was upright by nature, a man who would rather break than bend.

He immediately declared in a clear voice,

"Xiao Aoshi was once my Master…"

After saying this, he was about to add another line: and is also the person I now hate most and want to kill!

But the God of Immortality, having heard only the first half of his sentence, was already beside himself with rage.

He gave him no chance to explain further, and roared,

"So you're that wretch Xiao Aoshi's disciple—then you cannot be spared!

Heaven-Shifting Divine Art, Suppress!"

The God of Immortality bellowed, his five fingers forming a mountain, and slashed through the void.

The overwhelming heaven and earth origin force, under his control, transformed into a mountain range of layered peaks.

Then this layered mountain range, under his command, came crashing down heavily toward Hayato Ten'in.

"Sigh… I never thought I'd die here…"

Hayato Ten'in had now suffered heavy injuries, and the surrounding heaven and earth origin force was all controlled by the God of Immortality.

Even if he wanted to escape, Hayato Ten'in no longer had any chance of survival.

Gazing toward the direction of Heavenly Pool Peak, he murmured,

"Old Ancestor, I did my best…"

Just as Hayato Ten'in was certain he was doomed to die.

From the direction of Heavenly Pool Peak, layers upon layers of firelight suddenly blazed up.

At first this firelight only blazed up over Heavenly Pool Peak, but before long it surged upward.

Like a sky-burning blaze, it came rushing from all directions to burn toward the mountain range formed of heaven and earth origin force.

"Who dares to meddle in this sovereign's affairs!"

The God of Immortality was furious—anyone capable of conjuring such a sky-burning blaze was worthy of being his opponent.

But how could there be such a master in this world?

"You want to kill my most outstanding descendant—how could this old one not step forward?"

Within the blaze, the figure of an old man gradually appeared.

This old man was dressed in the style of You Dongying, though he looked decrepit and frail.