Chapter 435 - 388: Mystic Heart Zhengyi Forbidden Technique

The million Demonic Cultivators fell deathly silent.

The silence was so thick it felt tangible, pressing down on every heart and making it hard to even breathe.

The fleeting flash of brilliant yellow light, the image of the Netherworld Master turning to dust without a sound—it was all seared into the depths of every witness’s Divine Soul, impossible to forget.

’What was that?’

No one saw the attack’s trajectory.

No one sensed any fluctuation of Magical Power.

There was only the instinctual shudder from the deepest part of their Divine Souls, telling them that this was a terror they had never before seen, or even imagined, in their entire lives.

Atop the broken cliff, Qi Yun retracted his gaze.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his Deep Blue Daoist Robe utterly Immovable in the Yin Wind of the chasm.

His sharply defined eyes lowered slightly, sweeping over the million Demonic Cultivators below.

Not a single one dared to meet his gaze.

The infamous old demons with countless slaughters to their names; the iron-hearted assassins who viewed life and death as trivial; the Evil Cultivators who practiced bizarre Secret Skills and had long since forgotten the meaning of fear...

At this moment, all of them lowered their heads.

Like beasts before their king.

Qi Yun spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it spread clearly across the ten-thousand-li wasteland and into the ears of every Demon Cultivator.

"Since there are no objections—"

He paused for a moment. Within the depths of his Cyan Gold eyes, a great tide seemed to surge.

"March out."

The two words fell, like a Celestial Constitution being decreed upon the world.

The next instant—

"RUMBLE—!!!"

The million Demonic Cultivators moved as one!

It was not a chaotic surge, but a behemoth that had slumbered for ten thousand years finally opening its eyes and stretching its limbs!

The first thing to move was the earth beneath their feet.

The gray-brown, frost-covered ground of the wasteland began to tremble without warning!

At first, it was a subtle tremor, like the prelude to a war drum. Then, the shaking intensified into a violent earthquake as countless massive cracks spread madly in all directions like a spiderweb!

From the depths of the cracks, billowing black smoke surged forth!

The smoke was as thick as ink and carried a sharp, foul stench. It was the Demon Dao’s Evil Qi, the lingering remnants of Resentful Souls, and the embers of Broken Dao Foundations that had settled in the depths of the Earth Veins over ten thousand years. Agitated by the aura of a million Demonic Cultivators simultaneously activating their Cultivation Skills, it finally erupted!

The black smoke shot into the sky, gathering, churning, and expanding above the wasteland!

In just a few breaths, a pitch-black demonic cloud that covered ten thousand li of the firmament and blotted out the sun, moon, and stars had taken shape with a deafening roar!

The demonic cloud roiled like a boiling sea of ink!

Deep within the cloud, the phantoms of countless ferocious, twisted faces could be faintly seen rising, falling, and shrieking.

At the cloud’s edge, lightning surged!

The sky had turned black.

The black cloud pressed down so low it felt as though one could reach out and touch it. It was so heavy that every wisp of its aura carried a suffocating pressure.

A gale suddenly arose!

It howled like a Ghost’s Wail, carrying a bone-chilling cold and the sweet stench of blood as it swept over every inch of the wasteland.

The wind was filled with sand, ice shards, and Broken bones, but also the howls of Resentful Souls that had not dispersed for ten thousand years.

And beneath that roiling demonic cloud, the million Demonic Cultivators took to the air!

Some hid within pitch-black shadows, their vague outlines flashing only occasionally in the faint light filtering through cracks in the clouds. Some rode Flying Swords forged from the spines of the living, their blades still dripping with wet blood. Others were wreathed in the piercing shrieks of Infant Souls, and with every step they took, a pool of crimson blossomed in the void...

This was the Demonic Tide!

A torrent of the Demon Dao, formed from a million Demonic Cultivators, powerful enough to reshape Heaven and Earth and topple mountains and rivers!

This torrent—led by the Wuji Holy Sect, supported by the Cyan Sect, Fengduo, and the Yellow Springs Netherworld—carried with it the resentment, hatred, and bitterness that had festered in the Northwest Land for ten thousand years, along with a madness and ambition finally unleashed.

It swept thunderously toward the East, toward the fertile lands that the Central Earth Righteous Dao had occupied for millennia!

The ground receded rapidly beneath them, and the mountains and rivers seemed to flow in reverse!

Wherever they passed, the sky changed color and the land sank!

Birds and beasts fled in a frenzy. Those that could not escape in time were struck by the overwhelming pressure of the Demon Dao, instantly exploding into a mist of blood that was devoured by the swirling black wind.

Across rivers and lakes, waves a hundred zhang high surged without wind. The creatures of the Water Race floated to the surface, belly-up, and were instantly corroded into white bones by the viscous Evil Qi.

Even the Spirit Veins buried deep underground trembled and wailed, as if sensing the approach of their own destruction!

What a magnificent, what a terrifying sight!

A million Demonic Cultivators flying in unison, blotting out the sky and sun!

The roiling demonic cloud churned, as if the very heavens were collapsing!

The great momentum of the Demon Dao sweeping across Heaven and Earth caused all living things within ten thousand li, regardless of their Cultivation, to feel a tremor that came from the very instinct for survival!

It was a premonition of imminent and total annihilation!

It was the suffocating feeling of a great catastrophe about to arrive!

...

The Demon Dynasty advanced, unstoppable.

In three days and three nights, they crossed one hundred thousand li of mountains and rivers.

The barren, impoverished lands of the Northwest finally began to give way to a different sight before the Demon Dynasty.

At the edge of the horizon, there were no longer gray-brown deserts and rugged, barren mountains, but the faint outline of verdant green.

Those were trees.

That was grass.

That was—

Life.

Central Earth was near.

However, just as the vanguard of the Demon Dynasty was about to step past the last natural barrier of the Northwest and truly set foot upon those fertile lands—

"BZZZZ—!!!"

An indescribable hum, like the first toll of a bell at the dawn of Heaven and Earth, suddenly exploded!

The next instant!

A golden light.

A golden light so righteous, so grand, so brilliant it was impossible to look at directly, shot up from the edge of the horizon without any warning!

At first, the golden light was just a single thread, as fine as a strand of hair, yet it was as dazzling as if it contained all the light and righteousness in the world!