Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 1018 - 78: The Disk [2 in 1] - Part 2

Chapter 1018: Chapter 78: The Disk [2 in 1] - Part 2

Among the three Demonic Clan Limiters, Venerable Baize and Ancestor Wu Chao had both lived through long years, becoming Limiters and then waiting for the fall of a Demon God before waiting many more years. There was basically no next time for them.

However, the lifespan of the Western Sea Divine Phoenix was somewhat shorter, and it was not impossible for it to wait for the next opportunity.

As for this kind of pie-in-the-sky promise, the Divine Phoenix just took it as him farting. When a Limiter seeks enlightenment, it’s all about pushing forward with no looking back. No one ever heard of taking turns like "this time it’s my turn, next time it’s yours."

If everything could be negotiated, might as well negotiate with the Heaven’s Dao itself. How about we set up two, both Godly, wouldn’t that be nice?

Countless Demon Beasts landed, and there were cultivators from the Heavenly King Sect to resist them, but the number of Demon Beasts was too great, and the strong cultivators of the sect were all on the astrolabe, so they had no choice but to move the Wang Jiang astrolabe to suppress them.

Once the astrolabe descended, countless sharp divine radiance shot downward like thousands of sharp arrows, raining down like stars.

With a splattering sound, blood and flesh exploded; the Demon Beasts had no Magical Treasures to protect themselves, nor Divine Skills to dodge, only their mountainous physical bodies to endure the astrolabe’s divine radiance charge.

But in an instant, the battlefield was strewn with flying blood and flesh, turning into a whirring grinder of life and death.

The Western Sea Divine Phoenix’s move clearly treated these Demon Beasts as cannon fodder! Yet the Demon Beasts were willing, knowing they might die. But with blood boiling, all they remembered was that if only they could break through to the other side, they could become the vanguard under the Godly one.

"Aoao—"

Crown Prince Huang Yang took the lead, with a large group of Seventh Realm Demon Beasts charging forward, making a tremor that shook the heavens, equally unstoppable.

The disciples of the Heavenly King Sect on the astrolabe were unharmed but unable to stop the surge! They could not stop it at all! The astrolabe had already killed hundreds of large Demon Beasts in a moment, but there were tens of thousands of them landing!

Furthermore, under the Phoenix Clan’s command were countless flying creatures covering the sky. Accompanied by meteors, their paths were only of destruction.

The Divine Phoenix’s sky-full of fiery clouds collided with Ancestor Tian Xing’s endless stars, Clank, clank. It was like the sky was pouring down, large swaths of burning starlight falling like shattered spiritual power, touching everyone, either human or demon, with piercing wails.

The Heavenly King Sect had already sent messages for help to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, but the fastest to arrive would still be their most steadfast ally, Tianshu Pavilion.

Then one could see a crack of bright light piercing the sky, a sword coming from the south!

The Western Sea Divine Phoenix was dueling with Ancestor Tian Xing and, seeing this sword, even risked allowing the stars to roll hundreds of yards forward to barely dodge the sword aura.

On the other side, several Flying Boats were already approaching, with the Tianshu Pavilion Master, Immortal Wulou, standing on the deck.

"The lineage of Tianshu brings Seven-Star Divine Swords to aid!" Immortal Wulou shouted loudly.

"Good timing!" answered Ancestor Tian Xing.

But on the other side, the Divine Phoenix spread its wings and did not retreat, but instead smiled and said, "You really dare to come!"

...

Silent Mountain, within Tianshu Pavilion.

Recently, Ye Yongxing had also reached the bottleneck of the Peak Sixth Realm, intending to break through Heaven’s Gate, thus he remained in seclusion.

In fact, given his age, he needn’t be in such a hurry as long as he waited for the opportunity; he was bound to break through sooner or later. But the current situation was that his contemporaries were breaking through one after another, making the issue of reaching the Seventh Realm a bit overblown.

Especially someone as monstrous as Chu Liang, who had already started to challenge the power of the Eighth Realm.

To be of the same generation as such a person was a tragedy in itself; if you don’t keep up, you’ll be surpassed. So what to do?

You have to force yourself.

Of course, it’s also hard to say whether it’s a good or bad thing. At least under the lead of those monstrous talents, the young contemporaries, though in pain, advanced at a rate far surpassing their predecessors.

In comparison, even the generations in history renowned for their geniuses were hard to match up to this one.

Yet one day, Ye Yongxing felt suddenly uneasy in his heart.

He opened his eyes and to his surprise found his pupils covered with a blood-red color, blurring everything.

What’s going on?

He got up in a hurry, pushed open the window with some horror, and looked outside his quiet room.

The plaza of Silent Mountain was still tranquil, with only a few disciples passing by leisurely. This was always the way of Tianshu Pavilion, peaceful due to their cultivation nature and even more so due to the presence of the Seven-Star Divine Sword, so no one dared to provoke them.

Living such an unopposed life.

"Why..."

Fear was written all over Ye Yongxing’s gaze as if he had seen something terribly frightening.

In the past, whenever he looked at someone, he could see their omen of death, which is why he didn’t like to look at people, didn’t like to talk to people, and was somewhat reclusive. However, each person’s omen of death is different, symbolizing various ways of dying, all in the future.

The omen of death is not always constant; on the contrary, it almost changes every moment with individual choices. This is also the reason why Ye Yongxing rarely helped people with their omens of death. Because telling them was meaningless, as it amounted to nothing more than a change.

Who doesn’t die?

Having seen it so often since childhood, he had grown quite indifferent to such matters.

But today, every Tianshu Pavilion disciple he passed had a death omen above their head that was burning red, and all were identical, all a void.

What was going on?

Ye Yongxing rushed out of the meditation room, stood in the plaza, and gazed into the distance. Wherever his eyes fell, everyone’s head bore a bright red death omen.

Suddenly, a streak of light fled Silent Mountain.

It was a disciple leaving the Sect, the bright red death omen above his head disappearing with him, transforming into something else.

Ye Yongxing felt a chill down his spine and instantly knew what was about to happen.

He rose swiftly into the air and shouted, "All fellow disciples! Leave Silent Mountain immediately!"

"Hmm?" The Tianshu Pavilion disciples who heard his shouting all looked up, curiously staring at this Chief Disciple regarded as a successor by Immortal Wulou.

However, Ye Yongxing didn’t really interact much with his fellow disciples, and to them, he was just a quiet freak who could foresee your death.

Therefore, no one responded to his plea initially.

Watching the entire Sect being enveloped by the bright red death omen, Ye Yongxing grew frantic and his face contorted, he yelled out again, "Run—"

As if in response to his cry, a silver-white halo descended from the sky.

Among those present, only an Elder of the Seventh Realm reacted quickly, instantly escaping using the technique of Daoist Master Wu Ju; only Ye Yongxing, hovering in mid-air, managed to escape as a streak of light.

Most of the Tianshu Pavilion disciples, along with the Sect, were ensnared by the silver-white halo.

In an instant, an entire world was sealed off.

"Universe Ring!"

"It’s Venerable Wanfa!"

Ye Yongxing looked at the distant Elder, both watching helplessly as everything unfolded; he called out loudly, "Where is Master? Where is the Seven-Star Divine Sword?"

"The Sea Demon Clan has landed on the Western Sea, and the Seven-Star Divine Sword has gone to reinforce them!" the Elder responded in desperation.

Since the attack on Yunque Temple by the Demonic Clan, actually, most Immortal Sects were reluctant to dispatch their Divine Artifacts to aid others. But some situations, like today’s battle in the Western Sea, were simply unavoidable.

But they did not anticipate giving their enemies an opportunity.

The light from the Universe Ring, like a giant millstone, ensnared Silent Mountain and began to grind slowly. Everything within the halo was reduced to naught!

...

"There’s nothing..."

When Chu Liang opened his eyes, he saw nothing, and even calling it pitch-black didn’t seem right, for there was no blackness either.

It was just pure nothingness, with nothing to see, hear, or feel.

Is this... inside the Great Dao of Furnace?

Facing this empty void, he didn’t notice any change for a long time and began to worry.

Could it be that everything was over before it even started, that he was already sinking? Could this state be what it meant to be lost?

He was trapped in this state for an indeterminate time, feeling as if it could have been ten thousand years, or maybe just a day. Every moment in such a state was excruciating.

In his helplessness, all he could do was to sink his Divine Sense into the White Pagoda. Watching the Big Head Babies tirelessly work for him and feeling his cultivation grow was the only thing that brought him a measure of solace.

The Big Head Babies were like medicine, healing the inner consumption of his spirit.

As this cycle continued, they seemed to work for ten thousand years until, at last, the void began to change.

It was a speck of light that gradually expanded, turning into what seemed to be an egg. Slowly, a figure appeared within that egg.

That figure was so tall and broad, it was as if gazing upon a vast landscape.

He opened up this void, accompanied by a dignified and authoritative call.

"Awaken—"