Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 982: Demonic Power of Destruction 719

Chapter 982: Demonic Power of Destruction 719

Immense yellow clouds churned around the great immortal Huang Jiao, in them flowed an ancient and unyielding aura. The breath of demise that burst into his body was instantly suppressed by the yellow clouds, rendering it ineffective.

At the same time, within Huang Jiao’s body, countless runes interwove to form a purple divine palace standing in his Sea of Consciousness, as if it were a carrier of the Tao, supreme and majestic, imbued with boundless divine might.

This Divine Ability, Zixiao Palace Visualization, could be used both externally and internally. Externally, it vanquished all foes. Internally, it suppressed all forces within the body, even injuries, truly a formidable power.

Taoist Ancestors’ Divine Ability, also known as Heavenly Dao Divine Ability, was naturally extremely powerful and could not be measured by common logic.

"If this is your greatest reliance, then you are defeated," Huang Jiao declared coldly, his body surrounded by swirling violet and yellow clouds that forced out the breath of demise Jiang Chen had sent into his body.

Boom!

The Xuanyuan Cauldrons reappeared, with the power of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity circling around them, and torrents of the Emperor’s Qi surged from behind them towards Huang Jiao.

Yet, the previously shattered Divine Ability, Zixiao Palace, reformed, with vast purple qi filling the void like a vast ocean, standing behind Huang Jiao and blocking the oncoming Xuanyuan Cauldrons.

Swish...

A light shone from between Jiang Chen’s eyebrows, manifesting the Pangu Mark, emitting a radiant beam of light. This was the Pangu Decimating Light, designed to eradicate the True Spirits of others.

However, even though Jiang Chen’s Divine Ability was strong, his realm was not equal to Huang Jiao’s. As a result, his attack failed to cut through Huang Jiao’s Innate True Spirit, which was blocked by the Zixiao Palace in his Sea of Consciousness.

"If you had a hundred million years, with your talent, surpassing me wouldn’t be difficult, but now, you cannot," Huang Jiao spoke with an air of certainty, unfazed.

Being on the receiving end of attacks was not Huang Jiao’s style. He took out a gleaming Innate Spiritual Treasure from his hand, forming countless profound runes that flooded towards Jiang Chen in an overwhelming array.

This Innate Spiritual Treasure, named Tai Ping Imperial Jade, boasted forty-four Innate Divine Prohibitions and was a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure born with Huang Jiao. This treasure, said to contain all the runes between Heaven and Earth, could generate endless transformations.

Upon its activation by Huang Jiao, among the intertwining runes, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, the sun, moon, and stars, mountains and rivers, yin and yang, the Five Elements... all the Original Forces between Heaven and Earth were evolved by it.

The terrifying tidal wave of Original Power tore through everything around, engulfing Jiang Chen completely.

"Broad but not detailed, you can’t harm me!" Jiang Chen spoke from the chest, as Innate quintessence rose, forming five mysterious Taoist palaces. Countless runes sprang forth, connecting into one splendid display.

In that instant, Jiang Chen seemed isolated from Heaven and Earth, becoming one with himself, untouched by external forces.

To refine the quintessence in his chest, Jiang Chen had consumed five high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures; his quintessence was as formidable as the finest Innate Spiritual Treasures, filled with mysteries, self-sustaining, isolating the internal from external, signifying an aura impervious to all laws.

Just as Jiang Chen said, although Huang Jiao’s Magic Treasure was versatile, its overly abundant variety led to a lack of specialization.

Such a Divine Ability could work against ordinary people, but against someone like Jiang Chen, whose body was a trove of treasures, its shortcomings were immediately apparent, failing to penetrate his defenses.

The multiplicity of transformations implied the dispersion of power. If Huang Jiao had concentrated on a single aspect, even the profound quintessence in Jiang Chen’s chest wouldn’t have withstood long before being shattered by him.

"Grand immortal, your ambition is not small; do you seek to learn from all paths before merging them into one, to grasp the Heavenly Earthly Origin in one stroke and with it cultivate the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth, discerning Huang Jiao’s intended path. Undeniably, his ambition was vast, seeking to simplify the complex by uniting the myriad paths into one.

Normally, cultivators choose one path they excel at and delve deeply into it, causing it to develop endless variations, and eventually from one comes many, manifesting all laws.

From one stems the infinite, capable of generating all existence.

However, Huang Jiao chose the opposite approach, cultivating myriad paths directly with the intention of combining them into one and aiming directly at the Dao Origin.

It wasn’t that this method was unsound, but one’s energy is finite. Even an Innate Divine Demon doesn’t have limitless energy, and cultivating myriad paths at once is too challenging for anyone, not even Donghuang Taiyi could manage.

By choosing this route, Huang Jiao ended up in a peculiar position of strength. You couldn’t say he was weak; when he acted, myriad paths followed him with an intimidating momentum that could scare anyone of a lower realm to death, leaving them no match for him.

But if you claimed he was strong, when he encountered a cultivator of the same level, he truly couldn’t defeat anyone.

An awkward state of being, where he could only bully those weaker than himself.

"Hmph! Presumptuous youngster, how could you understand the thoughts of the impoverished dao?" Huang Jiao’s expression soured, as Jiang Chen’s words, though not explicitly stated, suggested one thing: criticism of his overreaching ambition.

Admittedly, the path he had chosen bordered on overestimating oneself. But who was Jiang Chen, a junior, to appraise him? Did he think he was a Taoist Ancestor?

"Die!" Huang Jiao’s heart filled with silent resentment, and he launched his killing move.

Boom! Boom! Boom!