Chapter 438 - 389: Heaven and Earth Great Demon Sect

"An ordinary Cultivator’s Divine Soul would be instantly crushed by that rampaging Demon Intent, turning them into a monster that knows only slaughter."

He paused, and a dark undercurrent seemed to swirl in the depths of his cyan-gold eyes.

"But if one’s will is firm enough, and their Dao Foundation stable enough... it might be worth a try."

Master Revolving Wheel’s pair of ghostly green eyes were now locked onto Qi Yun.

The corners of his mouth, as dry as old tree bark, slowly pulled into a thin smile as he let out a hoarse, low chuckle.

"Sect Leader Qi, are you saying... you will personally bear the power of a million?"

Qi Yun did not answer.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the vast golden light.

That silence was his answer.

San Si Master, Lady Jiu Li, and Master Revolving Wheel—the three Great Masters exchanged a look.

They saw the complexity in one another’s eyes.

This young Sect Leader of the Holy Sect had just used a single [Execution] to suppress a Netherworld Master and shock a million Demon Cultivators.

Now, he intended to use his own body to bear the demonic qi of a million followers of the Demon Dao and break that vast barrier.

What incredible confidence was this?

And what incredible...

Madness?

But then again, without this method, they were truly out of options.

The arrow was already on the bowstring; it had to be loosed.

A long moment passed.

San Si Master slowly nodded.

"If that is the case... the Cyan Sect is willing to cooperate."

Lady Jiu Li’s elegant eyes fluttered shut, then opened again as she gave a slight nod. "Fengduo has no objections either."

Master Revolving Wheel was silent for a moment before his withered voice slowly spoke. "The Yellow Springs Netherworld... will lend its full support."

The three Great Masters had all stated their positions.

Qi Yun nodded slightly. In the depths of his cyan-gold eyes, a certain light now seemed to be slowly kindling.

He turned to face the void where the million Demon Cultivators hovered.

To face the roiling, pitch-black demonic clouds.

To face the countless pairs of eyes beneath those clouds—eyes that were crazed, bloodthirsty, icy, or numb.

He slowly raised his right hand.

His five fingers unfurled, palm facing upward.

And then—

He spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Demon Cultivator.

"Northwest Demon Path, hear my command."

The million Demon Cultivators all focused their attention.

"Today, I offer my body as your ’vessel’."

"Bestow all of your power upon my body."

"Concentrate all of your will within my heart."

He paused for a moment. In the depths of his cyan-gold eyes, it was as if the Ancient Cold Abyss was churning, as if primal chaos was taking form.

"Offer—"

The single word fell like a Celestial Constitution being decreed!

In that unseen moment, a profoundly mysterious Dharma Gate illuminated the void, allowing all the Northwest Demon Cultivators to watch and learn.

This technique, the Heaven and Earth Great Demon Sect, was not an obscure or difficult Dharma Gate.

It could even be called simple. Even a Qi Refining Cultivator could grasp a thing or two after some careful study.

The true difficulty of this skill lay in how to control the vast and boundless demonic qi of the Heaven and Earth Demon Dao!

The next instant!

The entire Northwest Demon Path, a million Cultivators, moved as one!

A million figures, beneath the roiling demonic clouds and amidst the howling winds, all sat down in the lotus position!

The sheer spectacle of the scene was enough to violently shake the Heart and Spirit of any who witnessed it!

And then!

Streaks of light, each of a different color and distinct aura, erupted from the top of every Demon Cultivator’s skull and shot toward the heavens!

There was the dark red light of blood, like a viscous Blood River flowing in reverse;

There was the ghastly green phosphorescence, like Netherworld Ghost Fire rising;

There was the pitch-black Demon Fiend, like the breath of the abyss;

There was the grayish-white aura of death, like miasma from an ancient tomb;

There was the dark gold intent of slaughter, like the embers of a battlefield;

There was the spectral blue of resentment, like the spirits of the drowned...

A million beams of light, a million types of Demon Dao qi, all blossomed at once!

RUMBLE—!!!

In the Celestial Vault above, the pitch-black demonic clouds, which already spanned ten thousand li, began to churn, expand, and change color as if countless streams of fuel had been poured into them!

Within the clouds, innumerable ferocious and distorted phantom faces tilted back and shrieked, letting out earth-shattering howls!

Within those howls was the resentment accumulated over ten thousand years, the hatred of failing to achieve the Dao, the sorrow of those who had died here, and the madness of finally reaching this day!

The color of the demonic clouds began to shift from pitch-black to an even deeper hue.

It was—

The color of chaos!

It was a color formed purely from the convergence of the Demon Dao’s ancient qi, empowered by the will of a million Demon Cultivators, and condensed from all the negative forces between Heaven and Earth—

The Chaos of the Demon Dao!

Beneath the demonic clouds, the million seated Demon Cultivators all closed their eyes, their hands forming the same Seal Technique before their chests.

It was the opening seal of the Heaven and Earth Great Demon Sect!

The movements of a million people were perfectly synchronized, as if they were a single person!

The Cultivation Skills they practiced were different, yet the hand seal they formed was exactly the same!

The Seal Technique was simple and ancient, without any complex variations, yet it contained a power that pointed directly to the origin of the Great Dao—

"Open!"

A million voices shouted in unison!

The sounds merged together, no longer the voices of a million people, but the voice of a giant, like the low roar of Heaven and Earth itself!

BOOM—!!!

At the sound of this roar, the million beams of light shooting toward the sky abruptly changed direction!

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they all turned toward a single point—

Toward the deep blue figure standing with his hands behind his back at the forefront of the Demon Dynasty—

And poured down!

It was a sight terrifying enough to shatter the Heart and Spirit of any Cultivator!

A million streams of light, like a million giant dragons of different colors, roared out from all directions, from the top of the skull of every Demon Cultivator seated in the void, and then—converged into one!

A chaos that was both supremely profound and supremely terrifying!

Wherever that chaotic light passed, the very void seemed to wail!

In the Celestial Vault above, the roiling demonic clouds began to slowly rotate!

Slowly at first, then accelerating, they finally formed a massive vortex that covered hundreds of thousands of li!

The center of that vortex was directly above Qi Yun’s head!

At the vortex’s edge, countless ferocious phantom faces spun and shrieked madly, like Ten Thousand Ghosts wailing in unison!

In the depths of the vortex, the color of chaos grew ever thicker and deeper, as if leading to some unnamable, terrifying world!

And the chaotic torrent formed by the convergence of a million beams of light was now hanging from the center of that vortex like a celestial river pouring down from the heavens!

BOOM—!!!

Qi Yun’s figure was instantly swallowed by the chaotic torrent!

Countless gazes were fixed on the center of the chaotic torrent.

The auras of San Si Master, Lady Jiu Li, and Master Revolving Wheel—the three Great Masters—all fluctuated slightly.

They were the closest, and their perception of it was the most profound.

That power...

It was too terrifying!

Even veteran Great Masters like them felt a tremor originating from the depths of their Divine Souls.

If they were the ones standing at the center of that torrent, their Heart and Spirit would probably be crushed and their Dao Foundation torn apart in an instant by the utterly berserk Demon Dao qi!

Yet that deep blue figure—

still stood tall!

Within the chaotic torrent, Qi Yun’s figure had become a blurry, indistinct shape.

Only his eyes remained clear.

In those vast, cyan-gold eyes, the cyan-gold color was suppressed to its absolute limit, replaced by the color of the chaotic torrent.

A deep, terrifying hue, as if all the negative forces in the world had been condensed into it—the color of the Demon Dao!

In the depths of those eyes, endless images now flickered!

They were the individual lives of a million Demon Cultivators—their struggles on the path of the Dao, their madness in slaughter, their despair when hunted by the Righteous Dao, their venomous resentment while licking their wounds in the shadows, and their exhilaration at finally reaching this day...

It was the lingering will of the Demon Dao sages who had died in this place over countless ages.

It was the "tacit approval" of Heaven and Earth itself for the Demon Dao’s ten thousand years of accumulated existence—this world had never belonged to the Righteous Dao alone.

Demonic Cultivators practiced Slaughter Skills, devoured the essence and blood of living beings, and performed Sacrificial Refinement on Resentful Soul Infant Fiends... Heaven and Earth had tacitly permitted all of this for ages.

Without Yin, how can there be Yang in Heaven and Earth!

Since ancient times, righteousness and evil have always been one!

The infusion of the chaotic torrent lasted for a full three breaths.

After three breaths—

BOOM!!!

The million beams of light vanished all at once!

The demonic cloud vortex spanning ten thousand li abruptly froze!

The shrieking of the countless ferocious faces came to a sudden halt!

Between Heaven and Earth, there was only dead silence!

Only that deep blue figure remained, still standing in the void with his hands behind his back.

Qi Yun.

At this moment, not a single wisp of aura leaked from his body.

His Deep Blue Daoist Robe was perfectly still, his ink-black hair hung silently, and his face was as placid as a ten-thousand-year-old well.

He did not speak.

He just slowly raised his right hand.

The hand was still slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles.

But now, an indescribable aura was coiled around it.

That aura was not Magical Power, nor was it Dao Rhyme.

It was—the Demon Dao of this world.

Just then, a soft chuckle echoed faintly in Qi Yun’s ear.

The laugh was aloof, high, and cold, as if all things were destined to return to nothingness.

"Brat, you tricked all the demons in the world into paving the way for you alone."

"You little brat... you truly deserve to be called the number one Demon in the world!"

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