Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 690 - 48 Battle at the Cloud Peak 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

Chapter 690: Chapter 48 Battle at the Cloud Peak 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

Upon hearing the word "resurrection," the three from Shu Mountain were momentarily startled.

A long while later, Wang Xuanling said: "The Seventh Realm borrows the Dao, the Eighth Realm wields it, the Ninth Realm merges it... If someone could manage to congregate the Dao again after a being’s demise, the possible resurrection of a Ninth Realm being truly exists... But I’ve never heard of such an event, it is truly astonishing."

"Merge?" Xu Ziyang asked: "Why is there only one Tongxuan amidst all these Daos in the world?"

Their youthful understanding of the Dao naturally couldn’t possibly match the deep grasp of Wang Xuanling’s.

"Perhaps it is because the world lacks sufficient spiritual energy..." replied Wang Xuanling, "In order to merge one’s body with the Dao, the Tongxuan Dao must be elevated above all other Daos, and achieve the feat of ’proving the dao’, in order to stand at the summit of the universe. However, to attain the Ninth Realm like this requires an immense amount of spirituality drawn from the heavens and the earth..."

Meanwhile, Chu Liang remained silent.

Upon hearing this statement, a flash of insight seemed to cross his mind. Some of his previous confusion suddenly became clear.

Could the reason why the Ninth Realm’s traces always vanish post-death, be precisely because of this?

Someone doesn’t want the deceased Ninth Realm entities to return and so they use extreme effort to erase any signs of their existence, preventing any ambitious individuals from attempting to bring them back.

This force that has been erasing the Ninth Realm from existence must be ancient and powerful, much like the Southern Jiang Witch God and Jiuli’s Evil God with their multitude of followers, who were both suppressed and became legends in history.

Thinking along these lines, could the demise of those in the Ninth Realm be related to them?

No.

It can’t be.

Their strength has limits, and they aren’t capable of rivalling a true Ninth Realm entity. At least, the two sages from the Human Clan and the Demonic Gods of the Southern Sea from the Demonic Clan still had a significant number of followers.

But it’s also possible that no one has presented this possible danger yet, and if it is discovered by them, it will probably prompt a thunderous response.

This reminded Chu Liang of the collapse of the Ancient Dragon Nest.

Back then, thousands of years after the death of the Dragon God, the Ancient Dragon Nest met a fate similar to that of divine punishment.

Could it have been due to the Dragons’ plans to gather Dao and resurrect the Dragon God?

Chu Liang couldn’t help but think of that place that he had always heard of but never seen before, Shenxu Temple.

Could it be this ancient force?

But why would they go through all this?

For the time being, he couldn’t clarify these questions, when he heard Princess Lian Ge continue: "Only the godly soul of the God Mother has been resurrected, she needs a body as her shell, it must be a merfolk with pure divine blood..."

Pausing briefly before saying, "Pure divine blood is very rare within the Royal Clan, there are only me and my mother!"

"The Merfolk Queen..." Chu Liang speculated: "likely plans to use herself as the shell..."

He didn’t say much else.

If they wished to resurrect the God Mother, even if the Merfolk Queen knew this was a plot, she would still agree to this.

And the people from the Ruins Shenxu must want Princess Lian Ge to become the vessel for the resurrection of the God Mother, so the Demon Sect of the Western Sea tried to capture Princess Lian Ge.

Because this matter can’t be publicized, the resurrection of the God Mother has to be kept a strict secret from the Sea Demon masses before it actually happens, otherwise, it would most likely provoke an attack from that hidden ancient force. However, the Sea Demons won’t allow anyone to harm the Merfolk Princess without this premise, which is why the outsiders from the Western Sea Demon Sect made their move.

If it weren’t for Senior Brother Xu’s intervention, Princess Lian Ge should be in that tower by now, living next to that giant frog.

However, after the Merfolk Queen learned about these matters, it seems she doesn’t want her daughter to be the vessel for the God Mother. Once the powerful soul of the Ninth Realm is infused, the original godly soul will quickly extinguish like a candle flame.

Rather than saying the Merfolk Queen imprisoned Princess Lian Ge here, it would be better to say she’s protecting her. She probably wants to take advantage of this time to do something.

"No!" Princess Lian Ge protested hastily.

Chu Liang continued: "If we want to save you and your mother now, we will have to rescue the Golden Frog and expose the Ruins Shenxu’s conspiracy."

"But if we do that, the God Mother won’t be able to resurrect..." Princess Lian Ge stated sadly.

Chu Liang suddenly asked: "If the God Mother, who considers all Sea Demons as her children, truly has consciousness, do you think she would be willing to sacrifice so many Sea Demons to exchange for her own life?"

This question caught Princess Lian Ge off guard.

If the God Mother is willing to sacrifice her clan for her own resurrection, then she is not worthy of being worshipped by the Sea Demons; if she is unwilling, forcibly resurrecting her would be against the God Mother’s will.

Although something seemed amiss, the argument did make sense... The God Mother who prefers death is compassionate and a deity worthy of faith.

With this thought in mind, it seemed right to prevent all of this from happening. The light in Princess Lian Ge’s eyes gradually brightened.

But as she thought of something, she lost her spirit once again: "But my mother has imprisoned us here. We can’t leave."

Chu Liang shook his head, looking outside the cave and sighing.

"Oh well."

...

"Why are you sighing?"

A robust young man with three purple lines on his face, looking at the splendid buildings in the distance in the overwhelming wind, asked aloud.

This man was none other than the Great Lake Demon King, Changfeng from the Far West.

And in the clouds beside him stood a woman with a naturally seductive demeanor, who had just sighed a few moments ago while looking at Yunque Temple.

It was the Qingqiu Demon King, Cai Yi.

"I sighed for this magnificent temple on the top of the world, built with such difficulty, that is to be ruined today." she replied melancholically.

"Just a few dilapidated buildings. If they’re destroyed, then they’re destroyed. What’s the big deal?" said Changfeng with a wicked smile, "When we dominate the Nine States in the future, can’t you just build it again?"

Cai Yi fell silent, finding it too difficult to make these barbaric giants understand the meaning of the "culture" they were carrying.

After a moment of thought, she still said: "Take action."

"Heh heh." Chang Feng laughed in mid-air, "For three thousand years, this is our first open and upright counter-attack against the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, isn’t it?"

In the hearty laughter, his body rolled in the air. Between the twinkling radiance, he transformed into a giant python of purple and green in the blink of an eye. The sudden expansion of his body made such a loud rumbling sound, it was like a thunderclap!

The monks of Yunque Temple only turned their heads to see a ten thousand-foot-long python across the sky. The python’s size was even greater than the entire Yunque Temple, and it was descending with a thunderous roar!

"Demon!"

A large number of monks in the temple square saw this scene and shouted out in alarm. But their voices soon got stuck in their throats as a gust of wind scented with fragrance rolled over Yunque Temple, making everyone’s vision suddenly bright.

Boom——

A white jade pillar rose from the cloud sea. Atop it, a figure shining like a Bodhisattva sat, making people unable to resist trying to get a clear look.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom——

Soon, eight jade pillars rose one after another. Buddhas’ radiance was brilliant, making this place seem like a Spirit Mountain. The piety in the monks’ hearts was awakened, and they couldn’t resist the urge to convert.

But just at this moment, a sound as loud as a giant bell boomed from behind: "Demon! Show yourself!"

A giant palm emerged from the depths of Yunque Temple and grabbed at one of the white jade pillars. The jade pillar revolved and, to everyone’s surprise, turned into a fluffy white fox tail!

Upon closer inspection, the eight radiant white jade pillars were actually eight fox tails! One of them bounced off the giant palm, while the remaining seven had already started to entwine the cloud sea where Yunque Temple stood!

Boom, boom, boom...

This was not an attack, but merely a restraint of the entire Yunque Temple. However, the purple-green python in mid-air was already crashing down headfirst.

Boom——

The temples above the cloud sea, under this sudden crash, half of them collapsed, the earth shattered! Although the boundless cloud sea appeared ethereal, it only produced ripples from this blow.

The other half of the unruined temples were saved because an old monk wearing a coarse and worn-out monk robe stood up, shouldering the gigantic python tail.

He looked old and haggard, frail and not striking, just like a sweeping monk from the back mountain who had just dropped his broom.

Abbot Da Yu, who wielded the Law Lotus Platform, was not present, so the only Eighth Realm cultivator stationed in the temple at this moment was his senior brother, the sweeping monk, Great Enlightenment Zen Master.

At this moment, the manifestation of his towering golden body was no less imposing than the colossal python.

But Chang Feng’s assault did not end there, the python’s tail swept across, causing a massive gale to sweep the area. Suddenly, the air in this place was swept away. Whether it was pure qi, impure qi, spiritual qi, yin qi, or yang qi... this high sky was suddenly transformed into a void.

The Great Enlightenment Zen Master slowly uttered two words: "Exhale?"

The path of wind also splits into Yin and Yang.

The Black Dragon, while alive, once presided over a path named "Sishun", which is the Yang Path of the flowing and sweeping winds of heaven and earth.

The path that Chang Feng presided over was named "Exhale", which is the Yin Path of the winds that exterminate heavenly breaths and return them to nothingness.

At the moment, as he released it over Yunque Temple, he was certain to turn this place into a land devoid of spiritual energy. Subsequently, winds capable of destroying bodies would start to whirl inside every monk in Yunque Temple.

"Ah——"

All the monks in the temple began to cry aloud in agony. Some with low cultivation were instantly turned into dried up skeletons!

This wind is named the "Bifeng". It does not exist between heaven and earth but within the human internal organs, intent on destroying the gallbladder!

"As expected from a demon..." the old monk Great Enlightenment sighed, "wielding the Grand Path only for the purpose of life and death."

As he spoke, each word sounded like thunder, rumbling in Chang Feng’s ears.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a surge of burning anger rise in his chest, having nowhere to vent, wanting to explode in fury. Yet, a sense of sorrow sprung from his heart, making him yearn to sob uncontrollably...

In the blink of an eye, the mixing of various feelings detonated.

"Stop." Great Enlightenment Zen Master commanded.

Chang Feng, the Monster King, who was in extreme pain, stopped his Divine Skills as he was ordered, and the myriad of feelings in his chest slightly eased.

Brahman Sanskrit.

Pu Shan once saw Immortal Qi Jing use this technique. It’s natural that applying it to the Eighth Realm would not be the same as applying it to others. However, the effectiveness of this technique has sufficiently proven the strength of Great Enlightenment’s cultivation.

The surviving monks of Yunque Temple also gained a reprieve, all scrambling to save their lives. In this contest between two cultivators of the Eighth Realm, they were even less than fish in a pond.

But suddenly, a golden light shone down. The usually silent God Traveling Zen Master made his move. Monks and disciples disappeared from the temple in patches, all transported elsewhere by him.

On this battleground, they were not only no help at all, but they would also restrict the movements of the Great Enlightenment Zen Master.

There were also eighteen monks as powerful as Arhats, each holding a Buddhist staff, controlling the Mountain Protection Array. Golden Buddhist shadow arose, blocking the rainbow light emitted by the eight-tailed fox demon.

But as the eight tails swayed, colorful lights ebbed and flowed. It seemed that the large formation wouldn’t hold much longer.

After transporting the monks and disciples from the temple, God Traveling Zen Master produced a Vajra Pestle and threw it into the sky. The Vajra Pestle expanded in mid-air to a length of three feet, then crashed down with a clang!

Boom——

As the Vajra Pestle hit the ground, it emitted a blinding white golden light, as if a sharp sword had pierced the sky.

Suddenly, a roar that seemed to echo this golden light resounded from the cloud sea, instantly shattering a corner of the clouds!

"Roar——"