Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage
Chapter 354 - 330: Xuan Ming’s Massive Slaughter

Chapter 354: Chapter 330: Xuan Ming’s Massive Slaughter

Yang Mei, the Great Immortal, was literally infuriated to death by Wukong, and thus a great figure fell. His glorious light of a hundred million years vanished forever.

The twelve Vajra collected the corpse of Immortal Yang Mei along with his Magical Treasure and Law Fragments, and then began to round up the remaining Great Dao Sages.

Wukong clasped his hands to form a Dharma Seal and declared, "Mountain of Knives and Sea of Fire, mirror of torture for sinners!"

In an instant, the entire Heavenly Punishment Plain seemed to transform into the Eighteen Levels of Hell itself, with ghosts drifting about everywhere. Eighteen cruel tortures were successively deployed; chilling winds howled, ghosts wailed, and the little spirits of Hell cackled wickedly, while the Ten Kings of Hell gave orders. Those in Hell have many grievances and must continuously be cleansed with severe punishments before they can be reborn.

Wukong said, "I shall suppress this entire Heavenly Punishment Plain with the Eighteen Mud Plows; no one will escape! Xuan Ming, I’ll capture them for you to kill. Preserve a wisp of their Primordial Spirit, thrust it into the Eighteen Mud Plows, let them endure the most cruel tortures, refine their moral character, so that in their next life they may enter my Ultimate Bliss World and forge the Arhat’s Golden Body!"

Xuan Ming laughed, "I’ve already considered it! By killing these Great Dao Sages, my Great Slaughter Technique will surely reach Great Perfection, and I might even discern the path to Semi-Supremacy from it! As long as I absorb enough Power of Creation, becoming a Semi-Supreme will not be difficult."

"Excellent!"

Wukong shouted loudly, "Eighteen Mud Plows, suppress everything!"

The Heavenly Punishment Plain raised eighteen layers of space, each layer suppressing everything below, each layer seeming like a universe, a divine nation, suppressing all.

The Eighteen Mud Plows are the most terrifying existence in the Eighteen Levels of Hell within the Buddhist Sects, specially designed to punish those with deep-seated grievances.

As these Eighteen Levels of Hell pressed down, all the Great Dao Sages were immobilized. Waves of the power of the Creation Laws flowed, heavier than Mount Tai, higher than the Nine Heavens, and more vast than the sea! All the Great Dao Sages suddenly stood stiff as wooden dolls, unable to send out even a wisp of Primordial Spirit Thought.

Wukong too was sweating profusely, and said, "Suppressing these eighty or ninety Great Dao Sages is truly exhausting, kill them quickly!"

Initially, Wukong had slain more than twenty Great Dao Sages with the Liuli Pure Fire; now there were about ninety left! To slay these ninety Great Dao Sages, an ordinary Great Dao Sage might become weak in the arms and cramped in the legs, but Xuan Ming most certainly would not. Her domain is Slaughter – to kill, the fiercer the better! Continuous killing of these ninety Great Dao Sages would surely bring a qualitative transformation to her Great Slaughter Technique, truly perfecting it and giving her sufficient capital to strike at the realm of Semi-Supreme.

Nearly ninety Great Dao Sages suppressed by Wukong were unable to move, completely at his mercy like fish on a chopping block, and Xuan Ming was now the butcher’s knife!

"Great Slaughter War Spear!"

Xuan Ming gripped the Great Slaughter War Spear in her hand and struck mercilessly.

"Poof!"

With a thrust, she directly pierced the brow of a Great Dao Sage. The aura of Slaughter flooded into his body like a tidal wave, destroying his vital force and shattering his Primordial Spirit Thoughts, one by one, until only a wisp of Primordial Spirit escaped his body, heading towards the first layer of the Eighteen Mud Plows, the Tongue Ripping Hell.

Only after enduring the eighteen cruel punishments and being reborn 9,999 times could one be liberated. These Great Dao Sages possessed extremely strong wills, and if not meticulously worn down with repeated brutal tortures to erode their resolve and moral character, they would be difficult to enlighten in their next lives.

"Poof!"

Xuan Ming used the Great Slaughter Technique again to kill another, while saving a wisp of the Primordial Spirit to be thrust into the Tongue Ripping Hell within the Eighteen Mud Plows.

These eighty-odd Great Dao Sages, no different from fish on a chopping block, trembled at this moment. As Great Dao Sages that once roamed freely between Heaven and Earth, they never imagined they would end up like this. The enemy did not kill them outright but intended to leave a wisp of their Primordial Spirit to enter the Eighteen Mud Plows and endure the eighteen cruel tortures!

The eighteen types of cruel tortures were exceedingly brutal, chilling to witness, and enough to make one shudder with horror.

"Under the suppression of these Eighteen Mud Plows of Hell, even self-destruction is impossible! Forget about it!" said Wukong.

These eighty-odd Great Dao Sages instantly felt a profound chill in their hearts. It seemed they were destined to be slaughtered and then have their Primordial Spirits enter the Eighteen Mud Plows to cycle through the eighteen cruel punishments. Who knows how many cycles it would take before they could be completely liberated and reborn! Even the stout-hearted Great Dao Sages could not endure such torment. Quan Zhilong, that wretch, suffered unbearable agony and ended up kneeling before Wukong, demonstrating the ferocity of the Eighteen Mud Plows.

"Great Slaughter Technique, the killing intent of myriad worlds, converge upon my form, slaughter all under heaven!"

Xuan Ming softly uttered a string of incantations from the Great Slaughter Technique, each attack aimed to end a Great Dao Sage, shatter their physical bodies, extinguish their Primordial Spirit Thoughts, leaving only a trace of the primordial spirit to suffer in the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Even with Xuan Ming’s resolute mind, a master of slaughter, the horror of killing more than fifty people in succession made him quiver within. Such slaughter was truly too terrifying, killing Great Dao Saints as effortlessly as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

A Great Dao Sage called Yi Chao Ou repeatedly bellowed, "I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender!"

Wukong said, "You, Yi Chao Ou, only wish to convert after witnessing the horror of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and your mind cannot bear it! I cannot be bothered to deal with you. I will send you to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to refine your will and understanding of the Dao. In your next life, you will come to my Ultimate Bliss World and become a Golden Body Arhat."

"No, you cannot kill me! My uncle is Quan Zhilong, a venerable Saint from a billion years ago, who may have already achieved Semi-Supreme status. He holds a Creation Divine Artifact, named the Creation Jade Butterfly! If you spare my life, once I find my uncle, I shall persuade him to join forces with you and share the Creation Divine Artifact for your enlightenment," Yi Chao Ou shouted desperately, unwilling to die like this.

"Quan Zhilong?" Wukong couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this.

Yi Chao Ou thought Wukong was tempted and quickly said, "Please spare my life, there will be a great reward! I mean what I say!"

Wukong, however, waved his hand indifferently and slowly said, "You, trying to deceive me at this time, how can you have what you wish? Today, all of you will enter the Eighteen Levels of Hell to endure extreme torture. In your next life, you will be reborn into my Ultimate Bliss World and become a Golden Body Arhat, achieving liberation from this shore."

Yi Chao Ou hastily said, "Absolutely not, my heart can be witnessed by the sun and the moon, I am willing to convert!"

Wukong cast a Mirror Technique, which landed on Yi Chao Ou’s head and revealed his thoughts. Within the reflection, Yi Chao Ou was gritting his teeth and cursing, "Damn monkey, once I actually find my uncle Quan Zhilong, I will make sure he uses that Creation Divine Artifact to blast you into ashes! Humph, keep dreaming; do you think I’m a fool to let my uncle share the Creation Divine Artifact with you for enlightenment? Once I’ve deceived you, all will be well."

At this moment, Yi Chao Ou’s face turned deathly pale.

Wukong said indifferently, "I possess the Wisdom Eye, Buddha Eye, Dharma Eye. I can pierce through all falsehoods in this world, everything is like a dream, an illusion, unable to confuse me! You think Quan Zhilong is formidable? He has already been killed by me. Since you are his nephew, you too shall fulfill this karmic retribution, go now!"

Having said this, Xuan Ming, growing impatient, directly pointed at Yi Chao Ou’s forehead, shattered his Primordial Spirit Thoughts and the vitality of his flesh, collected the fragments of the Great Dao Principles, and sent a wisp of his primordial spirit into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

In the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the wailing of spirits never ceased. These once invincible Great Dao Sages underwent severe punishment, sobbing and howling without any trace of their previous arrogance and dignity. Yi Chao Ou was sent into Tongue Ripping Hell, where his tongue was promptly pulled out followed by his intestines from his mouth, an utterly nauseating sight that churned the stomach of any onlooker.

Yi Chao Ou was unaware that Quan Zhilong had long been killed by Wukong, who had also become a Great Dao Sage known as Xuan Ming. Moreover, the Creation Jade Butterfly had already fallen into Wukong’s hands; he had no room to speak further. Besides, having achieved Semi-Supreme status, with the Buddha Eye revealing all illusions as dreams and phantoms, Wukong could see everything clearly.

After killing Yi Chao Ou, Xuan Ming did not stop but continued to kill.

"Quickly kill these remaining eighteen, I sense a Semi-Supreme approaching. It won’t be long before they arrive in the Plains of Heavenly Punishment! These Semi-Supremes are likely from the sects of the slain Great Dao Sages. However, if a fight ensues, I have no fear at all and can strike them down," said Wukong, who as a Semi-Supreme felt his mastery over the Creation Laws growing ever more profound with many souls of Saints melting into the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Furthermore, the prohibitions of the Creation Jade Butterfly were unlocking layer by layer, with the boundless and purest Power of Creation surging forth.

It could be said that Wukong’s Cultivation was growing at a rate of ten million years each hour.

Each Semi-Supreme took hundreds of millions of years, a billion, tens of billions, or even trillions or quadrillions of years to reach their status. Although Wukong’s rate of ten million per hour was vast, it was still not enough compared to venerable Semi-Supremes. Nonetheless, his combat power was formidable, and with many prohibitions of the Creation Jade Butterfly unlocked, even if a quadrillion-year-old Semi-Supreme came forth, he could battle and perhaps even kill them.

The Creation Jade Butterfly was a Creation Divine Artifact, and Wukong felt no backlash when triggering its prohibitions, likely because he was favored by Creation.

Xuan Ming did not hesitate at this moment. Having already killed sixty Great Dao Sages, he was not about to spare these last eighteen. He was ruthless and immediately cast more spells, killed each one in turn, and sent their Primordial Spirits and Souls into the Eighteen Levels of Hell to endure severe tortures and refine their souls and hearts.

"Good, the aura of Great Slaughter, come and condense! Great Slaughter Talisman, absorb it all!"

Xuan Ming pinched a spell with his hand, and the Great Slaughter Talisman fell from the crown of thoughts and began to spin.

The Slaughter War Spear, having slain so many Great Dao Sages, was saturated with the aura of slaughter, which now flowed out violently and ferociously like a tempest, all being absorbed into the Great Slaughter Talisman.

"Slaughter!"

The character for ’slaughter’ on the Great Slaughter Talisman became even more penetrating. A single glance could cause one’s guts to tear apart and their Primordial Spirit Thoughts to be struck by the killing intent.

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the following episode. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)