Chapter 342: Chapter 90: Great Hand, Demon Fiend, and Luck
Deep within the Demon Lake, beneath the Grand Array, a giant, fair-skinned hand—powerful, with long, slender fingers and a strange, aesthetic beauty—was frozen in place, as if sealed in amber.
Wisps of Demonic Qi rose from this giant hand. From a distance, they looked like fine smoke, but up close, they were terrifying, pitch-black tornados of Demonic Qi, churning the bottom of the Demon Lake into a state of constant turmoil.
Most of this Demonic Qi was blocked by the Grand Array above. However, the wisps that escaped still transformed into a monstrous demonic will that surged toward the sky, steeping the Demon Lake and the Earth Abyss, turning them into a Demon Realm.
Just as Fang Cheng was comprehending the Inheritance Stele left behind by the Yinluo Sect’s founder, two figures at the bottom of the lake were watching him.
One of them was clad entirely in black robes that even obscured his face. A pair of golden eyes, filled with an evil light, stared intently at Fang Cheng.
"Master, he is the one who ruined my great plans back then."
The black-robed man said to the person beside him.
He was the very Demon Fiend who had orchestrated the Earth Abyss Demon disturbance all those years ago. He had failed and been forced to retreat, but his own Cultivation had broken through to the Life Soul Realm, thanks to the endless slaughter.
The person he called Master was a young man in a white shirt.
This young man did not look old, yet he possessed a graceful and noble bearing, as if he held the lives of countless beings in his hands.
However, his figure had an illusory, dream-like quality, making him seem not quite real.
A hint of melancholy touched his features. His gaze was ancient as he said faintly, "Suffering some setbacks in one’s youth is a good thing."
The black-robed man fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Master, the Netherworld Sect’s inheritance was placed here to await a peerless talent among its successors. Now that this man has obtained it, we can’t just let the tiger return to the mountain. I will go out and eliminate him now."
The white-robed youth’s gaze was serene. He sighed and said, "There is no need. You are not his match."
The black-robed man’s sharp brows shot up. He asked, bewildered, "I have followed you for many years, Master. My Life Soul Cultivation is already established, and I have the help of nine mid-to-late Tier Three demons. How could I not be his match?"
The white-robed youth gave a noncommittal response and did not answer him.
Just then, a world-shaking thunderclap suddenly erupted above the Demon Lake.
The black-robed man looked up in astonishment. An endless, rolling Thunder Light materialized before his eyes. The dazzling lightning filled every inch of his vision, blinding him to everything else.
Within his perception, lightning with the might of heaven itself—endless, eternal, and self-perpetuating—had suddenly appeared above the Demon Lake.
That man had actually attacked the nine mid-to-late Tier Three demons in the sky!
The white-robed youth was heard saying, "We are both Demon Fiends, master and disciple. Compared to Cultivators like them, we are inherently a step behind in terms of fortune. Therefore, sometimes, there is no need to be hasty."
The black-robed man froze, carefully pondering the white-robed youth’s words, and fell into silence.
A golden light flickered in his eyes as he activated a Pupil Technique to peer outside the Demon Lake.
Dimly, within that ocean of Thunder Light, a Thunderous Giant Dragon seemed to soar out. It shot into the sky, coiled around a great seal as large as a mountain, and then smashed down heavily toward a ball of Demonic Light!
Between heaven and earth, lightning danced. Dazzling flashes of light pierced through the Demon Lake’s Grand Array, illuminating the master and disciple, their figures flickering between light and shadow.
Thunderclouds gathered, spreading for a thousand miles and covering all directions. Hundreds of lightning bolts struck down from the void, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.
Under this thunderous assault, the Demon Crabs and other demons around the Demon Lake were the first to fall. Ordinary First and Second Rank Demons were all struck and turned to ash.
Countless demonic creatures were cleared away in a wide swath.
And this was just the aftershock.
As for the Nine Netherworld Dragon that had been struck by the Thunder Seal, it was currently wreathed in Demonic Light, struggling to resist the might of the lightning, completely unable to fight back.
Seeing this, the other eight demons all took action, helping the unlucky Nine Netherworld Dragon bear the brunt of the Thunder Seal’s power.
Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed before the demons’ eyes.
A Nine-headed Gu Snake was struck by dozens of lightning bolts in the blink of an eye. Thunder Light flashed wildly across its body, and it froze in place.
Around the peal of thunder, crackling lightning bolted down like dragons and snakes, shaking the void and making the heavens and earth ring.
One by one, the demons were "attended to."
The lightning fell with overwhelming force, striking the Protective Demonic Light around the nine demons until it showed signs of collapsing.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Thunder Seal vibrated, and a blinding Thunder Light completely submerged the first Nine Netherworld Dragon.
The blinding Thunder Light flashed several times. The Demonic Light on the Nine Netherworld Dragon trembled and then dissipated.
Suddenly, the sound of a sword’s cry echoed between heaven and earth.
A chilling Sword Aura that could tear the sky and split the earth was instantly unleashed, slashing out fiercely with boundless killing intent.
The Nine Netherworld Dragon was sliced in two from head to tail by this Sword Aura, killed on the spot.
Following that, a magnificent Li Hen Demon Light surged from the shore of the Demon Lake into the sky, enveloping the corpse of the Nine Netherworld Dragon and slowly beginning to refine it.
The Thunder Light dissipated.
The eight surviving Tier Three demons stared in terror at the man beneath the Inheritance Stele on the shore of the Demon Lake.
The man calmly took out three small paper figures and bowed to them with clasped hands.
Then, three beams of light shot up into the sky.
...
「At the bottom of the lake.」
The white-robed youth asked faintly, "Do you understand now?"
A grave and wary look appeared in the black-robed man’s eyes. He said, "Is that... fortune?"
The white-robed youth said, "Explain in detail."
The black-robed man replied in a low voice, "First, this person seems to have mastered the legendary Great Dream Heart Scripture. It is said to be an Upper Realm Immortal Technique, and among the three thousand lesser worlds, only someone with immense fortune can successfully cultivate it."
"He uses this technique to refine dream bodies, defying heaven and seizing the fortunes of creation. I am no match for him in this."
He paused, then continued, "Second, he must have gained the favor of a certain Resentment Celestial Demon and mastered its Original Divine Techniques. By transforming demonic power into spiritual power, his future prospects will be limitless."
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