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Chapter 1069 - 812: The Resurgence of the Ancient Demon God in the World of All Gods?_3

Chapter 1069: Chapter 812: The Resurgence of the Ancient Demon God in the World of All Gods?_3

A youth of extraordinary appearance and remarkable temperament, akin to the innate divine saints of legends, clad in blood-colored armor and wielding a Breeze Longsword, walked on air with a calm demeanor, approaching leisurely.

He appeared so at ease, as if the world itself lay within his control, instilling a sense of peace in those who beheld him.

Behind him, his blood-colored cape and silver-white hair fluttered without any wind, dancing lightly.

A vague figure hovered behind him, like some sovereign of the world, its presence interplaying with the golden light of the Dao Wheel above his head.

As he approached step by step, he also entered the hearts of countless onlookers, bringing with him a glint of hope.

All the disciples knew that support had arrived!

But upon seeing the true face of their support, the figure who had recently been the subject of many legends—the Nine Tribulations Chi Yang, a scion of the Ancient Imperial Clan—many disciples were startled.

His popularity had recently surged to become a top-tier existence throughout all of Shen Hong!

The youth’s face remained impassive as he advanced, briskly swinging his sword as he did.

With his arrival, the myriad tentacles that had been startled into action were effortlessly severed by his hand, followed by a surge of sea of fire.

The endless terrifying tentacles emerging from the ground, as if in play, were cut off, quickly consumed by the flames in the midst of their serpentine writhing, leaving no trace behind.

Even the sea of fire, as if alive, spread continuously as if it wanted to burn wild and consume the entire Flesh Plain.

However, before the disciples could show their joy, the expression of one suddenly changed.

They cried out instinctively, warning, "Martial Uncle, be careful!"

Countless burning tentacles, as they were consumed by fire, gave rise to a massive amount of blood-red haze that, seemingly alive, enveloped Wang Zijia.

"Senior, this is the Mysterious Domain formed from the residual Divine Position of the Delighted Maternal Goddess of the World of All Gods," they warned.

"Be cautious, those mists of delight carry a strong bewitchment and can impede Immortal Yuan!"

"..."

Upon witnessing this scene, the disciples’ expressions of delight changed, and they cried out in shock reflexively.

However, their warnings seemed to come a bit too late.

The numerous mists quickly shrouded the figure in the sky.

Such was their volume that the area around Wang Zijia became somewhat hazy.

Watching this scene unfold, the disciples’ expressions of ecstasy simultaneously turned to one of stiff shock.

The Celestial Immortals maintaining the Array flickered with movement in their eyes, yet before they could take action to save him, the haze in the sky suddenly compressed.

A breeze stirred, and there, the white-haired youth who resembled an innate divine saint opened his mouth and, to the stupefaction of all the disciples watching, sucked the mists of delight they so feared completely clean with one breath.

Even more terrifying was that he smacked his lips twice, his eyes suddenly brightening as if he had tasted something delightful.

Then, with greedy eyes, he turned his gaze towards the Flesh Ground below and the endless tentacles and horrific Flesh Pillars in the distance!

This series of abrupt changes left the disciples looking on in stupefaction.

’I had heard various rumors flying about that Spirit Suppressing Pavilion’s Nine Tribulations Chi Yang liked Bewildering God Pills and other delightful Elixirs, treating them like Sugar Beans. I thought it was just gossip, but now...’

’Is this what the Ancient Imperial Clan is like? They can even consume the pollution of delight?’

’Could it be that the legendary Path of Mesmerizing Beauty truly is a required Dao Consistency of the Ancient Dao Courts’ Royal Family?’

’I haven’t heard of him causing trouble within the Sect; he seems quite upright.’

’With his current popularity, if he really took to that Path, wouldn’t countless female cultivators flock to the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion?’

’...’

Even during this crisis, the disciples couldn’t help but have a constant stream of thoughts pop up in their minds due to the scene before their eyes.

...

"Value +1.3 billion!"

In the sky, Wang Zijia absorbed value points worth over a billion in a single breath, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the various tentacles writhing in the sea of fire below, the Flesh Ground, and the distant Flesh Pillar.

Then, he tossed his long sword.

Allowing the long sword to fly on its own, it quickly cut through the tentacles that surged towards him,

Meanwhile, Wang Zijia’s body vibrated with Immortal Yuan, his aura tumbling about.

The Five Ghosts emerged spontaneously.

"Bang bang!"

In an instant, they exploded into five clouds of black fog, converging together.

At this moment, Wang Zijia also moved, his hands becoming a blur as he earnestly began to form hand seals.

"Divine Powers Dharma Image: Thousand Hand Eating World Demon Likeness!"

The spirit behind him swiftly merged into his body, and Wang Zijia’s figure rapidly expanded, swelling to a hundred meters tall in the blink of an eye.

Behind him, countless arms emerged, each clutching an assortment of Magic tools, Immortal Treasures, and twinkling Dao Charm.

It was as though he held the paths of countless beings in the world within his hands.

But the two hands at his chest didn’t stop; they continued to change quickly.

"Many Treasure Artifact Path Integration: Ten Thousand Paths Bagua Burning Sky Furnace!"

Following Wang Zijia’s movements, a myriad of utensils from the Thousand Hand Dharma Image’s back plunged into the ghost fog cluster in front of him, and as the fog churned, a colossal Yin and Yang Eight Trigrams emerged over Wang Zijia’s head.

The Five Ghosts, upon the Yin and Yang fish of the Eight Trigrams, quickly formed into a gigantic Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace was immense, obscuring half of the sky dome, several times larger than Wang Zijia’s Dharma Image.

Within the furnace, terrifying might and explosive force surged.

"Clang!"

The next moment, under the stupefied gazes of the onlookers, the Eight Trigrams Furnace suddenly tipped over.

In that instant, whether Gods Monarchs or Immortals, they all seemed to witness a gaping hole being torn in the sky.

Endless streams of molten rock and firelight poured from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, cascading from the Nine Heavens, surging towards the Flesh Plain below and the endless eerie tentacles.

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

The aroma of roasted flesh and blood, along with the scent of char, filled the air in an instant.

The whole world seemed to be quickly set ablaze as terrifying blood-colored mists began to rise.

At this moment, Wang Zijia, having transformed into the Thousand Hand Demon Venerable Dharma Image, stood like a Demon God, frantically devouring the mists of delight.

The sheer amount, even if an average Golden Immortal consumed it, would likely be more than enough to handle!

Yet Wang Zijia drank it as if it were fake liquor, the more he drank, the more excited he became, the more invigorated he felt!