Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 913 - 691 The Divine Palace of the Cycle appears, demon god self-destructs

Chapter 913: 691 The Divine Palace of the Cycle appears, demon god self-destructs

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heaven and Earth trembled at this moment, infinite streams of azure qi swept through, drawn by the rolls of bamboo slips, vast and overwhelming, transforming into a screen of azure that stretched before the ranks of Demon Gods.

Seeing this, the Demon Gods hastily retreated, not wishing to come into contact with these azure streams. However, the appearance of this azure canopy was too swift; a few Demon Gods were too slow, failing to avoid it and collided directly with it.

"Ah~~"

"It’s the majestic qi of righteousness!"

A Demon God howled, letting out a piercing scream, as green smoke rose from its body, swiftly melting as if it were about to be burned to ashes.

"The majestic qi of righteousness from the Confucian Dao?"

"How is this possible, weren’t all the treasures of Confucian Dao lost to the sands of time? Why would they suddenly appear in Jiang Chen’s hands?"

Bai Ze frowned, recognizing the origin of the bamboo slips in Jiang Chen’s hands as objects from the Confucian School that had disappeared with time, possessing unimaginable power.

The Confucian Dao, one of the most mystical Great Daos among Heaven and Earth, belonged exclusively to the Human Race, hailed as the correct path of Heaven. Practitioners of this Dao did not cultivate magical power or life force, but only cultivated the Five Virtues: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faithfulness.

Without cultivating life force or magical power, their lives would not undergo metamorphosis, much less transcendence; hence, those who cultivated the Confucian Dao could not achieve immortality. Even strong figures like the Sages of Confucianism, who shook the Prehistoric World, only lived for eight or nine hundred years before their souls returned to the Heavenly Dao.

Magical power is the foundation for cultivators; without it, it is difficult to display divine abilities and exhibit all sorts of unimaginable power. Without magical power, theoretically, Confucian cultivators should be no different from mortals.

Yet this was not the case. Although the bodies of Confucian cultivators were no different from mortals, their strength was terrifyingly potent. They could use their own perfect morality to shake the righteous qi between Heaven and Earth, harness it for themselves, and thus display overwhelming power.

The higher the morality, the stronger the majestic qi of righteousness they could mobilize.

What is the majestic qi of righteousness?

It is the Heavenly Dao, it is all things under Heaven and Earth, the Sun, Moon, and Stars, mountains and rivers, vegetation, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning...

The majestic qi of righteousness is the correct qi of Heaven; with it, Confucian cultivators roamed freely between Heaven and Earth. Although they could not achieve immortality, they could suppress all Daos and rarely were there cultivators who could directly contend with them.

When a Confucian Sage was at their most powerful, they could rival Saints, being deemed as incarnations of the Heavenly Dao. If not for that, they would not be revered as Sages. Sage, refers not only to their character but also to their strength.

...

Knowing the terror of the Confucian Dao, Bai Ze and the other Demon Gods quietly moved away from the azure canopy formed by the majestic qi of righteousness, turning their gaze toward Jiang Chen.

"This bamboo slip must be a sacred item of the Confucian Dao. If it wasn’t written by a Saint himself, then it was penned by a Sub-Saint. Otherwise, it wouldn’t possess the power to suppress us."

Staring at the bamboo slip in Jiang Chen’s hand, Bai Ze slowly said.

The treasures of the Confucian Dao are different from those of the Immortal Dao; their essence is ordinary mundane objects, only becoming extraordinary because they bear the wisdom and will of Confucian sages, thus possessing unimaginable power.

"Brother Jiang, our Demon Clan is willing to concede defeat, offering up our clan’s fate to you, and from thereupon, we shall leave the Three Realms and journey far away."

"Would this satisfy you, so you could grant our Demon Clan a chance for survival?"

Facing the obstruction of the majestic qi of righteousness, Bai Ze knew they could not escape; to save the Demon Clan, he decided to surrender to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen attacked the Demon Clan solely for their fate and to eliminate the latent threat of the Demon Clan. With this in mind, Bai Ze decided to satisfy him—voluntarily leaving the Three Realms and handing over the Demon Clan’s fate to the Human Race in exchange for the Demon Clan’s slim chance of survival.

"My conditions won’t change; if you wish to live, the only path for the Demon Clan is self-abatement of cultivation, transforming into mere mortals."

Jiang Chen smiled, disregarding Bai Ze’s terms. He desired not only the Demon Clan’s fate but also the origins of these Demon Gods to strengthen the Divine Palace of the Great Cycle. This was his actual purpose for this expedition.

To achieve this goal, how could he let the Demon Gods leave?

"So there’s no room for negotiation?"

"Why not reconsider, Brother? You are severely injured right now, whereas we are at our peak. In the end, we are all facing death; if we choose to fight to the death, sacrificing ourselves in self-destruction to bring you down with us..."

"Then I wonder, of all the Human Race cultivators present, how many would survive?"

Bai Ze’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face showing a determined expression, suggesting that if Jiang Chen did not agree to his terms, he was truly ready to self-destruct, taking everyone with him on the journey to the afterlife.

At the moment Bai Ze finished speaking, the other Demon Gods began to act, their blood and essence stirring, their origins vast, already prepared to self-destruct.

To be honest, Bai Ze’s threat was quite effective; the complexions of all the Human Race powerhouses changed. Even at their peak, they might not be able to withstand a self-destruction from Bai Ze and the other Demon Gods, let alone now when they were all severely injured.

If these Demon Gods really self-destructed, among them, there were probably few who would survive.

"Are you threatening me?"

Jiang Chen frowned, took out another scroll of bamboo slips, and coldly retorted.

What he had in abundance were the texts of the Hundred Schools, including even those written by Saints, his greatest trump card, unused to this day.

He had even consciously forgotten about it, only in the most dangerous times would he remember that he carried treasures like the handwritten texts of Saints. The purpose was to guard against assassination from Great Divine Transcendents.

If a Great Divine Transcendent attacked, Jiang Chen could suddenly bring out a handwritten text of a Saint, capable of blasting a blow equivalent to that of a Saint, severely injuring them. This was his trump card for survival, even if a Saint attempted to kill him, with this text by a Saint, he would be able to secure a slim chance of life.