Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 984 - 720 faces self-destruct

Chapter 984: 720 faces self-destruct

"Five Declines of Heaven and Man!"

The power belonging to the Demonic Power of Destruction flowed within Jiang Chen’s body, mobilized entirely by him, and unleashed in the form of the divine ability, Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

At this moment, Heaven and Earth mourned as everything instantly aged, as if reaching the end of life, emitting a decaying aura. The laws too dimmed, withering away gradually.

With Huang Jiao Daluo close at hand and caught off guard, there was no time for him to dodge, and he was hit head-on by Jiang Chen’s divine ability.

The purple-yellow mists that previously Jiang Chen had not managed to dispel, now, under the power of the Demonic Power of Destruction, disintegrated as easily as paper, eroding away.

The power of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man directly struck into Huang Jiao Daluo’s body, detonating his death calamity, bringing him to his demise.

"Ah~~"

Even a being as powerful as Huang Jiao Daluo could not help but let out a piercing scream.

Under the power of the Demonic Power of Destruction, his original source was exhausting, his power declining, and his flesh decaying. Most crucially, the Great Dao he cultivated all his life was collapsing, showing signs of disintegration.

In just a short moment, Huang Jiao Daluo, who originally appeared as a middle-aged Taoist, aged decades in an instant, his black hair turning white and wrinkles forming on his face. His body emitted a silent, decaying aura.

All of him was affected by the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, his whole being rotting, heading towards his end.

The Five Declines of Heaven and Man signify the apocalypse of the cosmos; unless one’s strength has reached that of a Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial, even Great Divine Transcendents cannot escape this calamity and are destined to fall alongside Heaven and Earth.

If it were before, even if Jiang Chen had unleashed the divine ability of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, it would not have been so powerful. But now, the power he was invoking was not his own, but that of the Demonic Power of Destruction.

Although only an arm of the Demonic Power of Destruction remained, the power it could unleash was still tremendously strong. To say it was as exaggerated as a Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial would be an overstatement, but it definitely could rival Great Divine Transcendents.

Such power was already on par with, or even surpassed that of Huang Jiao Daluo, and the damage it caused him was imaginable.

From the first contact, Huang Jiao Daluo was grievously injured by Jiang Chen without any power to fight back, his power ebbed to an extreme, and he seemed like a dying man, extremely aged.

"Damned be, such a powerful decaying aura, what kind of power can possibly affect me like this?"

Huang Jiao Daluo cried out in horror, envisioning a future scene of his own fall, which was extremely tragic—not slain by another, but dying of old age!

To die of old age, just as mortals do, with failing internal organs bringing life to its endpoint.

How ridiculous is that?

To die of old age, two words that should never have been associated with Great Divine Transcendents, were now happening to him. It was utterly laughable and terrifying to the extreme.

Great Divine Transcendents have transcended life and death, surpassed the River of Destiny and the River of Time and Space, untouched by aging, death, destruction—immortal.

How could such beings die of old age?

If such a thing were indeed to happen, Huang Jiao Daluo feared he would become the first Great Divine Transcendent to die of old age, a laughingstock in the Prehistoric World, mocked for countless years.

Faced with such a vision, Huang Jiao Daluo’s expression became even more horrified. He would rather be slain than die in such a humiliating manner as old age.

While contemplating this, Huang Jiao Daluo suddenly realized that his vision was blurring, and he could no longer see the scenery before him clearly. His ears too had changed, with his hearing rapidly declining, and he could not hear nearby sounds anymore.

His eyes blurred, and ears deafened, common ailments of the elderly manifested one after another in him.

Each of these symptoms indicated that Huang Jiao Daluo’s body was facing serious problems.

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"Damn it, why won’t he die? How can his original source be so profound? Why hasn’t it been fully corroded yet?" Jiang Chen gritted his teeth in frustration.

Compared to Huang Jiao Daluo, Jiang Chen’s condition was not as dire, but it was no less rough. The power of the Demonic Power of Destruction had a reciprocal effect; it had to act on Jiang Chen first before reflecting onto Huang Jiao Daluo.

Although the power of the Demonic Power of Destruction resided within Jiang Chen, it was ultimately not his own. Thus, while he could direct it, its flow through his body also caused him harm.

To hurt the enemy, he must first hurt himself; this was the true portrayal of Jiang Chen’s current situation. To inflict injury on Huang Jiao Daluo, he first had to be wounded by the power of the Demonic Power of Destruction.

Of course, the two of them were different.

Jiang Chen had the Chaos Green Lotus within him, a carrier of the Dao of Creation, both a Chaos Spiritual Root and a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure. With its protection, the power of the Demonic Power of Destruction was greatly weakened, inflicting limited damage on him, far less horrific than that suffered by Huang Jiao Daluo.

Compared to Jiang Chen, Huang Jiao Daluo was in much worse shape, without the protection of the Chaos Green Lotus, and all the damage he took was genuine. If Jiang Chen’s damage was a one, then his was a ten.

With a tenfold difference, the extent of Huang Jiao Daluo’s injuries was imaginable.

However, even with such a disparity, Jiang Chen was also beginning to falter.

Huang Jiao Daluo was much more resilient than Jiang Chen had anticipated, with an incredibly profound original source. Even though fully corroded by the aura of demise, he was still holding on, with no signs of falling.