The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 155 - 155 101 The Might of the Nine Cauldrons

155: Chapter 101: The Might of the Nine Cauldrons 155: Chapter 101: The Might of the Nine Cauldrons “Boom”

The nine fierce giant beasts soared into the sky and gradually began to converge in the middle.

Tens of thousands of radiant light broke through the great formation’s obstruction, enveloping the entire East Sea Battlefield.

Not far from there, amidst the fierce battle, the Demon Race and the Water Clan, all stopped their actions, staring in utter amazement at this dazzling radiance.

After an unknown amount of time, when the radiance dissipated, there stood a giant cauldron made of metal in the vast sky, a hundred zhang tall, entirely azure in color, with a metallic luster emerging, and not a single spot of rust.

On the ancient cauldron walls, the figures of the Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons were vividly portrayed, amidst a powerful aura resembling that from the Primordial Fierce Beasts, mixed with the rich golden light of Qi Fortune.

On the quaint three legs, there were carvings of the sun, moon, and stars, mountains, rivers, and vegetation and living creatures.

Spots of Creation Power sparkled with a pale azure light.

“This, this!

This is a Lower Grade Innate Treasure!” An assembly of Water Clan and Demon Race Great Powers stared at the giant cauldron in the sky, their eyes filled with sudden intense greed.

“My children, whoever helps me seize this cauldron, can choose from the many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in the Dragon Ancestor’s Secret Vault!” Dragon King Ao Guang, greedily licked his somewhat dry lips, staring at the giant cauldron in the void, and roared loudly.

“Kill!

Kill!

Kill!”

As the saying goes, people die for wealth and birds die for food.

Charmed by Ao Guang, a crowd from the Water Clan simply abandoned the group of Demons in front of them, wildly roaring and rushing towards the giant cauldron in the void.

But the sea water splashed around, the seabed cracked, and a crowd from the Water Clan continuously flew upwards, countless splendid radiances filled the entire void.

Although the Demon Race’s Great Powers shared similar thoughts with Ao Guang, that giant cauldron after all flew out of the Great Formation laid by Li Qingming; if they themselves went forward to snatch it, wouldn’t it offend Northern Emperor Li Qingming?

Thus, not only did the Demon Crowd refrain from advancing to snatch the giant cauldron, but they also stepped forward, fearlessly sacrificing various Magic Treasures, crazily hurling them at the group of Water Clan who wanted to seize the cauldron.

The scene looked even more intense than before.

“Kill!”

Nine Youths transformed into its original form, a nine-headed dragon with ribs as wings, its cry like the wail of infants.

Above Nine Youths’ head, there was a long whip, equipped with sharp barbs; with each whip lashed, several Water Clan had their physical bodies destroyed and Primordial Spirits obliterated.

The nine heads were spewing various radiances, enclosing a radius of several tens of zhang firmly.

In just the duration of brewing a pot of tea, over ten thousand Water Clan lost their lives at the hands of Nine Youths.

Li Qingming, within the formation, took in all these events.

Seeing numerous Water Clan crazily rushing towards the giant cauldron in the void, Li Qingming snorted dismissively, saying: “This is sheer nonsense!

Spiritual Treasures have spirits; how can they be seized by anyone?”

“Whoosh!”

Indeed, just as Li Qingming’s voice fell, the azure giant cauldron began to shake, a suffocating aura slowly emanated from the cauldron.

Some low-cultivation Water Clan members immediately fell weakly to the ground.

Moments later, from one of the three legs of the cauldron, where the sun, moon, and stars were carved, radiant lusters flowed, a faint azure light emerged, pouring down onto the surging Water Clan.

“Boom!”

When the clear radiance settled, the Water Clan that charged at the forefront, except for a few whose cultivation had reached the Da Luo Realm, abruptly halted, their eyes showing confusion, limbs weak and powerless.

Whatever Spiritual Treasures they had been floating around or holding fell into the sea.

Hundreds of thousands, one million, three million Water Clan, like cutting wheat, fell down in swathes.

Following that, as if their essence blood was drained, their bodies slowly shriveled, hair completely falling off, strands of blue smoke rising delicately from the dust-converted ashes.

Confusedly circling around the dust-converted corpses, they directly flew towards the direction of the Blood Sea.

An array of Water Clan above the Da Luo Realm watched this scene in absolute horror, hesitating to approach for a long time, even some beginning to stealthily retreat.

“You charge forward, and those who retreat will have their physical bodies annihilated and their Primordial Spirits destroyed!” At this moment, Dragon King Ao Guang fiercely roared.

He savagely grabbed a retreating Daluo Water Clan member and tore him apart with his own hands.

The Water Clan members gritted their teeth with hatred, cursing all the female relatives of Ao Guang’s ancestors, thinking to themselves that either way led to death.

Being annihilated by the Big Cauldron would at least leave their Primordial Spirits intact, but if killed by Dragon King Ao Guang, they wouldn’t even have the chance for Possession and reincarnation.

With their resolution strengthened, the Water Clansmen revitalized their spirits and once again fearlessly charged towards the Big Cauldron.

In the midst of the formation, Daoist Xiao Yao shook his head with a sense of sorrow for the world, saying, “Heavenly transgressions are tolerable, but one’s own misdeeds are lethal!”

The azure Great Cauldron seemed enraged, vibrating madly, emitting a ‘buzzing’ resonance.

Then, radiant lights filled the sky, an endless green enveloped this dark blue sea area.

Everyone present was taken aback as the empty and desolate ocean completely transformed.

There was no trace of sea water anymore; vegetation and plants were endless, bursting with vitality, with ancient trees stretching for millions of miles.

The aura of the early Primordial era hit their faces, vast and ancient, like the boundless universe or an endless starry sky, with millions of creatures rushing forth.

A world initially formed by the Primordial Three Races reemerged, with thunderous sounds deafening the ears, as one vicious Barbaric Beast after another rushed from afar, approaching closer like a mountain crushing everything in its path.

The verdant earth and rich Spiritual Energy, along with the powerful creatures, dazzled everyone!

Upon closer inspection, those weren’t Primordial wild beasts; they clearly resembled the images of Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons.

Across the entire battlefield, countless Water Clan members continued their assault—with battle cries that shook the heavens, light that soared into the sky, Magic Treasures flying, Demons shouting and dragons roaring, countless figures frantically roaring on the battlefield.

“Boom!”

These fierce beasts that resembled Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons finally clashed with the Water Clan.

These beasts wildly trampled the bodies of the Water Clan members, ripping apart their Magic Treasures, devouring their Primordial Spirits!

More terrifyingly, these beasts not only possessed all the incredible abilities of Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons, but they also formed various battle formations, furiously weaving and fighting across the battlefield!

Yet strangely, these beasts seemed conscious and did not attack the Demon Race including Nine Youths.

Seeing the Demon Crowd in distress, they even aided them.

Thus, despite the Demon Race’s smaller numbers, they always managed to maintain a balanced battle situation, which was quickly reversed!

Often, three or four Demons, mixed with two fierce beasts, wildly chased seventeen or eighteen Water Clan members.

The Water Clan members, in groups of thirty or forty, joined forces to attack two or three fierce beasts.

This peculiar scene left the Demon Race protectors like Nine Youths, who were attacking the Water Clan, baffled.

“Hehe, I am actually saving a lot of effort!” In the formation, Daoist Xiao Yao watched the fierce beasts, resembling Dragon Ancestor’s Nine Sons, on the battlefield and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“This newly formed Innate Treasure is already full of spiritual intelligence, plus it was personally crafted by you and me, and has long since been imprinted with my mark.

Ao Guang is indeed extremely foolish.

Ordering his subordinates to snatch this Great Cauldron was simply providing the best excuse for me to act.

Even if the Holy Beast Azure Dragon finds out later, he will curse his foolish grandson Ao Guang and won’t blame you, the instigator!”

Li Qingming gave a sinister smile, saying, “It wasn’t me who acted first; they tried to snatch my Supreme Treasure!

I am just the victim!

Hehe…”

Daoist Xiao Yao laughed loudly, and while sweeping across the blood-red long river in the sky, said, “Let’s fulfill the promise made earlier!”

Li Qingming glanced at the nine forms of Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons lying in the Void, transformed into their original forms, and sighed, “Ah!

It’s not easy for these nine fellows either; anyone would struggle to accept being hunted by their own biological father.”

Daoist Xiao Yao shrugged indifferently, pointing to the nine fierce beasts lined up in the sky, and said, “Fellow Daoist, if you keep empathizing like this!

These fellows, you don’t need to purify their bloodlines anymore; just find nine strong corpses for them directly!”

“Hmm?” Li Qingming looked again at the Nine Sons, seeing their dwindling life forces, their Primordial Spirits floating weakly about to rush out of their bodies and float away.

“Damn it!” Li Qingming cursed softly, stretching his hand to summon the Great Cauldron back to him.

He then gently tapped the cauldron’s mouth, and the massive body of the cauldron instantly split into nine, each covering the body of one of Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons!

The blurry apparitions of the Nine Sons emerged from their respective cauldrons reflecting their attributes, furiously roaring up towards the sky.

“Born of the Dragon, each of the Nine Sons differs!

Integrating the bloodlines, the ancestral lineage endures!

Merge!”