Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 953 - 705 Demon Ancestor’s Legacy_2

Chapter 953: 705 Demon Ancestor’s Legacy_2

Both the Demon Sect and the Buddhist door wished to acquire this mountain!

"Legend has it that the Divine Palace of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou is located at the summit of Sumeru Mountain, and when Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was refining the four Immortal Slaying Swords, he used Sumeru Mountain as the furnace,"

"There might be traces of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou’s legacy on this mountain, or treasures related to the four Immortal Slaying Swords."

Jiang Chen did not care about the enmity between the Demon Sect and the Buddhist door; his only concern was treasures. The probability of finding treasures on this mountain was extremely high, and they were related to Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.

This was a fierce figure capable of contending with Taoist Ancestors. To speak irreverently, back then, this figure had the upper hand in fights against the Taoist Ancestors—had it not been for the greater numbers and strength on the Taoist side, the outcome of the war between Dao and Demons might not be as it is today.

Such a powerful individual’s treasures and legacy would naturally be extraordinary, dating back to the time before Heaven and Earth had opened, when Chaos Demigods roamed freely.

Since ancient times, there have been rumors that Demon Ancestor Luo Hou might carry the legacy of the Chaos Demigod, or rather, that he was a reincarnation of the Chaos Demigod, which accounted for his tremendous, nearly invincible strength.

His legacy being truly related to the Chaos Demigod would be of no surprise at all.

With that in mind, Jiang Chen naturally coveted it, considering he had only obtained a quarter of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation’s legacy, with three-fourths yet to be claimed.

"Let’s go forth and take a look!"

Clutching the Five Elements jade amulet in his hand, Jiang Chen immediately felt boundless confidence and strode boldly towards the summit of Sumeru Mountain.

Although Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was powerful, when he fell, he was merely at the Half-step Realm of Primordial Chaos, and today, all the Five Elements Holy Beasts have attained the level of a Saint.

The Five Elements jade amulet, a treasure condensed from their Original Source, could block attacks even from a Saint, let alone the Divine Ability of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.

As long as he had the Five Elements jade amulet, even if the summit of Sumeru Mountain was fraught with danger, Jiang Chen would be fearless.

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As he drew nearer, Jiang Chen immediately noticed something different. At the very top of Sumeru Mountain, there lay a pitch-black palace, half of which had collapsed, showing signs of intense destruction, as though it had been blown apart by an immense force.

Jiang Chen knew that this pitch-black palace must be the palace of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou from years past. After all, Sumeru Mountain’s summit was a Holy Land even within the Demon Sect, a place where only Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was entitled to set foot, his residence.

Therefore, the palace atop the mountain naturally belonged to him.

"The palace of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, huh? I wonder if there are any treasures left inside."

With a sense of wonder, Jiang Chen moved swiftly across Sumeru Mountain toward the pitch-black palace.

However, just then, a sudden change occurred.

Threads of demon qi began to rise, one after another. Pitch-black Demon Patterns emerged from the surface of the mountain. Dark demon lights erupted, transforming into numerous fierce sword lights slashing towards Jiang Chen.

The sword lights were sharp and domineering, exuding an aura of trapping, severing, slaying, and Annihilating—all seeming capable of obliterating everything. In an instant, they appeared before Jiang Chen.

It was at this moment that the very places these sword lights passed through silently vanished into Nothingness.

"Immortal Slaying Swords!"

Seeing these sword lights coming his way, Jiang Chen felt not fear but elation, recognizing the origin of the sword lights—they were the manifestation of the sword intents of the Immortal Slaying Swords.

Swish~~

Five-colored radiance sparkled, and before the sword lights of the Immortal Slaying Swords could come close to Jiang Chen, they were brushed away by the power of the Five Elements, dissolving into Nothingness.

These sword intents, not being of the level of Saints, could not harm Jiang Chen.

"These Demon Patterns must have been left by Demon Ancestor Luo Hou when he once carried the Immortal Slaying Swords, using the mountain to nurture the swords; it is only natural that the mountain bears the remnants of their sword force."

"It’s a pity that Sumeru Mountain has been destroyed, resulting in these sword inscriptions also becoming shattered. Not one in a hundred remains intact, greatly diminishing their value. Otherwise, simply by observing Sumeru Mountain, one could have comprehended the complete legacy of the Immortal Slaying Swords."

Staring at these sword inscriptions for a long time, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but show a look of disappointment. The items were good, but they had been ruined.

Moreover, if Sumeru Mountain itself had been destroyed, how could the inscriptions branded upon it have possibly been spared?

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Chen continued to stride forward, stepping into the pitch-black interior of the Demon Palace.

It was evident that this Demon Palace had once been an Innate Spiritual Treasure. At its peak, it was at least of a high-grade level.

But now? It teetered on the brink of collapse. All the innate divine prohibitions within had been eroded by a powerful force. Even the indestructible aura innate to it had been shattered, essentially stripping it of all might.

It was only because the material itself of the Innate Spiritual Treasure was extraordinary that it barely maintained its structure. Otherwise, what would have presented itself before Jiang Chen’s eyes was not a dilapidated hall, but rather a pile of ruins.

"The Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was truly ruthless!"

Jiang Chen shook his head, seeing clearly that it was not the power of the Mystic Sect that had annihilated this Demon Palace, but rather a profound demonic intent—emanating from the self-destruction of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.

In other words, it was Demon Ancestor Luo Hou who had razed the Demon Palace. An Innate Spiritual Treasure of at least a high-grade level, now utterly destroyed. Countless Quantitative Calamities had passed, yet it remained unrestored, highlighting the severity of that great war.

Jiang Chen looked up, searching his surroundings. The hall was remarkably spacious, devoid of any decorative items, with only four lampstands at its corners, ostensibly meant to hold Innate Divine Lamps, yet now they stood empty.

In the center of the hall, however, sat a meditation cushion—which, if Jiang Chen was not mistaken, was the very spot where Demon Ancestor Luo Hou used to cultivate.

"Four lampstands? In Demon Ancestor Luo Hou’s possession were precisely four Innate Divine Lamps. These four lampstands were likely meant for those lamps. It’s just a shame that, with the fall of the Demon Ancestor, gathering those four lamps again is next to impossible."

Jiang Chen felt a twinge of disappointment. Aside from the meditation cushion on the ground, there was nothing else in the Demon Palace.

There was no doubt that the meditation cushion on the ground was a rare treasure. Hongjun’s cushion was connected to a sacred position, and a saint’s cushion was at least a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. What stature did Demon Ancestor Luo Hou hold? His cushion could not be anything less than a treasure!

Jiang Chen released his Divine Thought, sweeping over the cushion on the ground, and in a flash, all information related to this cushion appeared in his mind.

Indeed, it was a treasure. This treasure was named the Four Symbols Cushion, infused with the power of the Four Symbols, and contained forty-five innate divine prohibitions, making it a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

"A fine treasure!"

Exclaiming in admiration, Jiang Chen, however, did not pick it up; instead, he approached and sat cross-legged upon it.

With a focused mind and settled spirit, Jiang Chen silently perceived the surrounding forces. The cushion beneath him lit up, seemingly resonating with some power. Then, the entire hall began to tremble, spewing out endless demonic light that swirled around Jiang Chen.

In an instant, Jiang Chen noticed a change. His perception was no longer empty, but filled with a series of images. Yet these images were extremely chaotic and vague; no matter how hard he tried, he could not see them clearly.

"The Demon Ancestor’s legacy, appear!"

It was at that moment, feeling a certain intuition, Jiang Chen took out the ancient beast skin scroll that recorded the Demon Ancestor’s legacy, which was on his person.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The instant the beast skin scroll appeared, the Demon Palace’s tremors grew even more violent. The Four Symbols Cushion under Jiang Chen burst out with dazzling light, as if it had ignited.

Endless demonic qi surged forth, giving rise to complex demon patterns interwoven with the beast skin scroll.

Then, the images in Jiang Chen’s perception gradually became less vague and less chaotic, growing orderly and clear.

A complete vision appeared in Jiang Chen’s perception, featuring a mysterious youth in black, his face obscured and enveloped in demonic qi, rendering him indistinct.

He sat in the middle of the hall, with a giant beast skin scroll spread out before him. Holding a godly brush that seemed to be crafted from jet-black jade, dipped in the fresh blood of an unknown creature, he continually wrote something on the beast skin scroll.

With each stroke of his brush, terrifying phenomena manifested one after another around him.

This mysterious youth was none other than Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, who was engaged in the act of recording his legacy upon the beast skin scroll.