Chapter 822 - 511: Sword Finger to the Demon Emperor, the True 33 Heavens and... Spirit Mountain

Chapter 822: Chapter 511: Sword Finger to the Demon Emperor, the True 33 Heavens and... Spirit Mountain

"That, that is..."

"White Qilin Blood Snake, the White Snake Lord!"

"That’s one of the strongest Demon Kings guarding the border of the Celestial Scale Kingdom."

A chill crept into the hearts of all the Demon Cultivators present.

The remaining cultivators of the Yellow Heaven Dao stared in horror at the figure in the sky.

Clad in white with a longsword, plain and clean.

Only a strand of golden light spread from his sword.

A faint, relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Late am I, but I have arrived nonetheless."

In an instant, demon qi obscured the sky.

Two gigantic figures appeared behind him.

A massive azure bird and an enormous serpent-dragon.

The overwhelming Demon Power made everyone present feel as if they had entered an ancient wild world.

Zhao Fu pinched the Sword Technique with his left hand, raising the longsword above his head with his right.

The sword sheath fell away.

In the surrounding demon qi, a spark of golden light flickered.

"Geng Metal"

"Sword Dao"

Geng Metal is the metal of yang, taking the sharpness of metal.

The Sword Dao is also forged by metal, bearing the sharpness of metal as well.

The two are inherently extremely compatible.

"Boom——————"

A sword light flashed between heaven and earth.

The golden light cleaved through the pervasive demon qi, slicing apart the two colossal figures.

Sunlight, like the dawn, once more enveloped the earth.

Enveloping those who survived.

No one could forget the dazzling figure in the sky.

"This is the one renowned in the Sky Sparrow Demon Kingdom."

"The one who elicited the release and then restraint of the Demon Emperor’s aura, the human Celestial Pride."

"Golden-faced Sword God, Lingyin Zhao Fu!"

Master Haoxing muttered.

From afar, over ten Demon Kings rushed forward.

Some standing on the ground gazing upwards, others poised in the air.

They seemed to encircle the golden-faced swordsman faintly.

Yet none of the Demon Kings dared to step forward.

The remaining cultivators of the Yellow Heaven Dao on the ground stared blankly at the sky.

"What are you standing around for, hurry up and leave!"

A shouts rang out beside them.

At the same time, an Earth Escape Talisman fell beside them.

"Earth Escape Talisman! Someone really developed this talisman."

No time to ponder, Master Haoxing opened both hands, True Essence Silk Thread pulling out all the surviving cultivators of the Yellow Heaven Dao, the Earth Escape Talisman emitted light, and the survivors fled underground.

Meanwhile.

"Boom——————"

Two gigantic bodies fell to the ground, causing it to shake.

"Golden-faced Sword God?"

"Interesting, have the humans progressed since we’ve been hiding for these mere three to four thousand years?"

Zhao Fu turned his head.

He looked towards the sky.

A massive fox mask replaced the sky, gazing down at him.

"Transformation, Demon Emperor..."

Zhao Fu quietly uttered these four words.

Then his gaze changed.

"Divine Sword, arise."

"With the power of the Divine Sword, battle the Demon Emperor."

"Can I?"

Zhao Fu’s expression changed.

In a moment, it seemed as though the sword in his hand was the only thing left between heaven and earth.

Nothing else existed.

A soft voice sounded from within the Divine Sword.

"Yes."

"Hahaha, the power of the Demon Emperor, this I have personally witnessed..."

"I have thought about it for a long, long time."

A sword light surged upwards against the heavens.

The fox mask was instantly shattered.

"Impossible, this is... the power at the level of a Demon Emperor."

"It’s the sword in your hand."

"This aura, very familiar, it came from that place!?"

A voice of doubt sounded.

Then the voice of doubt was shattered by the sword light.

In the sky, golden light and black light flashed.

"This is, what they say among humans, Nascent Soul True Monarch?"

"Can be matched with a Demon Emperor."

"But this is not the Star Sea, how could such a strong figure appear here..."

The Thirty-Three Celestial Demon Kingdoms and other Demon Countries are sealed.

Yet these Demon Kings can still know about external matters.

For example, how the human race finally received compassion from the Dragon Palace after thousands of years of migration, granting them this territory on the surface of the Star Sea, protected by the Dragon Race.

In the sky, brilliance flickered.

The energy seems to have reached the same limit.

Suddenly, heaven and earth became tranquil.

Demon qi dispersed, golden light vanished.

As if no story had occurred here at all.

Only the ruins of Yellow Heaven Dao seemed to reveal what had just transpired

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Tranquility

A stretch of tranquility.

Sword... sword...

The sword light awakened Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu gazed at the sword light in slight fascination, though his expression soon returned to calmness.

Seeming to notice Zhao Fu’s change, divine light from the Divine Sword withdrew.

The Divine Sword was sheathed.

Zhao Fu landed, observing the surroundings.

"This place is... a Secret Realm?"

"Or perhaps, a Lower Realm like the Celestial Essence Realm."

Just as Zhao Fu looked up.

Despite his six thousand years of experience, at this moment he couldn’t help but be shocked.

In the sky.

Beam after beam of light flickered in the sky.

A total of thirty-three beams of light.

Zhao Fu could see.

Within the thirty-three beams of light clearly... all were Demon Emperors and Celestial Demons!

Demon Emperors and Celestial Demons from the Thirty-Three Demonic Kingdoms formed this vast light curtain like the Thirty-Three Heavens.

At the very center of all the curtains.

A figure clad in cyan attire with a graceful cyan long-haired silhouette floated, her face indistinct.

"That is... that is... the Demon Race’s, Great Saint!"

And when Zhao Fu looked at the place beneath the feet of that nameless Demon Race Great Saint.

In an instant, Zhao Fu’s mind turned to a void.

Two words surfaced in Zhao Fu’s mind.

"Spirit Mountain"

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"Spirit Mountain!?"

Jiang Ming’s gaze narrowed slightly.

A name emerged within his mind.

"The strongest Great Saint of the Peacock Race, returned from the River of Time, Kong Xuan."

"And within Spirit Mountain, the so-called Buddha?"

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Zhao Fu saw something upon Spirit Mountain.

Something encircling Spirit Mountain, protecting Spirit Mountain.

Also connecting the Thirty-Three Heavens’ Demon Emperors, Celestial Demons, and that Great Saint.