Chapter 1139: 450-451: The Demon Lord Himself Descends!
An Arm of the Heavenly Dao!
Ancient Stars Held Within the Palm (6K Monthly Votes) Chapter 1139: 450-451: The Demon Lord Himself Descends!
An Arm of the Heavenly Dao!
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Ancient Stars Held Within the Palm (6K Monthly Votes) Whenever it comes to the realm of the spirit, it is indescribably complex.
If one truly seeks to describe in detail, at this moment Huangyun was suffering from Chen Dengming’s psychic assault, it was as if a Heart Demon had suddenly been born within her, engulfing her in demonic obstacles, with her spirit caught in extreme panic, weakness, and many other negative emotions.
If it were just these negative emotions alone, that would be one thing, she might have been able to barely continue fleeing, driven by the feelings of panic.
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However, at this moment, these negative emotions had ignited like kindling for flames, a fierce fire burning her spirit, creating fissures that allowed Chen Dengming’s psychic assault to continuously invade, forming all sorts of illusions within her spirit.
At this instant, Huangyun truly found herself trapped, unable to escape her fate.
She fell from the sky into the desert below, rolling down the sandy slopes, stirring up clouds of dust mixed with fresh blood that smacked her face, while cold sweat poured down.
The once haughty Phoenix Cry Daoist, now rolling in the dust, was far worse off than a drenched chicken.
She barely managed to bite her cracked lips, but felt even more exhausted in spirit, and even thirsty and overheated, as if a traveler about to die of thirst or heat in the desert.
Trying to discern what was before her eyes, she saw what seemed like an oasis in the distance, with merchants there trading, the reflective waters of a lake barely visible.
Her, a grand Phoenix Cry Daoist, now dying of thirst, to be sunbaked to death in a desert, how utterly ridiculous and tragic?
“It’s fake, it’s all fake, hold on, Huangyun…”
Huangyun kept rolling down the sand dunes, her whole body trembling, her memories from hundreds of years before flooding her spirit like a tide.
In that dire place where snow swirled and fate seemed cruel, she hid in a cellar at home, covering her mouth to stifle her cries, witnessing the ruin of her family, her father beheaded, her mother raped and killed, she was once again that desolate orphan girl, Xiang Fang.
Hundreds of years had passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
She couldn’t even tell anymore if she was Xiang Fang or the Phoenix Cry Daoist Huangyun, or if attaining the Dao and cultivating was nothing but a dream.
Phoenix Cry Daoist, the future Supreme Daoist of the Fengming Tao Domain, she was merely a girl who had vengefully dreamed a foolish dream alone on that snowy night.
In the dream, that fire of sin that consumed her family burst into the fireworks of redemption, transforming into a Fire Phoenix that took her away to a dream-like different world, the Cultivation World—Phoenix Cry Dao Sect.
“Is this the secret deeply hidden in her heart?”
Thousands of miles away, as Chen Dengming drove his White Bone Thousand Spirits Chariot at high speed, his spirit invaded deep into Huangyun’s, and he naturally came to glimpse the deep-seated secrets in her spirit.
He also used these most authentic secrets deep within her spirit to weave a dream in her Soul World, one so intricate that even she couldn’t quickly discern if it was real or an illusion, leaving her unable to regain consciousness quickly or to flee again.
Undeniably, Huangyun was indeed powerful, ranking as one of the strongest adversaries he had faced in his cultivation journey so far, with the exception of the Deity Transformation Dao Lord.
In terms of danger, she even ranked above the tricky Starfall Old Ghost and the Holy Mother Beiyin.
Looking into her spirit’s secrets, this Huangyun also seemed once to have been a pitiable person.
But the pitiable always have something detestable about them.
In today’s confrontation of two realms, it was a do or die situation, and Chen Dengming’s intent to kill did not waver in the slightest, but instead grew stronger.
Because it was indeed these once lowly, now powerful individuals, whose potential was truly terrifying; each defeat, unless completely pulverized, would only make them stronger in future.
He channeled more mana, causing the wheels of the White Bone Thousand Spirits Chariot to spin wildly, speeding even faster.
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Meanwhile.
Inside the Palace of the Immortal King, the battle was especially fierce.
The Demon Lord Mo Luo’s power was indeed too strong, and together with Qingmingzi, who could also summon Immortal Techniques, the two of them fought Lu Xiucheng and Qu Shenzong without falling into disadvantage, even directing the battleground actively towards the interior of the Heaven Blessings Hall.
In this situation, even if Lu Xiucheng and Qu Shenzong managed to maintain a deadlock, it was akin to being on the losing side.
Once Mo Luo really entered the Heaven Blessings Hall, it was hard to imagine what would happen—perhaps with the help of the Heavenly Fortune Lotus, Mo Luo would actually seize control over the Heaven Blessings Hall.
At that point…
the situation in the realm would truly be irretrievable.
Qu Shenzong and Lu Xiucheng were obviously aware of the current state of things, and after jointly breaking Mo Luo’s deployed Immortal Techniques, both retreated towards deeper turbulent clouds, both showing decisive expressions in their eyes.
“Old turtle, it seems we only have that one move left.”
“Hahaha, what joy is there in life, what fear in death?
Brother Qu, Lu has lived long enough, it’s just a pity that whether it’s the Demon Lord or Qingmingzi, only their avatars have arrived, we can’t pull their main bodies into the burial, that’s the truly endless harm.”
“Not necessarily, if he truly covets the Heaven Blessings Hall, his greed might also draw him in, letting him reap what he has sown…”
After Qu Shenzong communicated telepathically, he sighed inwardly.
Even if they could drag the real Mo Luo to die with them, he still felt sorrow and regret for Lu Xiucheng, his fellow Daoist and close friend in kindred spirit.
But often, there really was no choice.
Back when he was a mere Qi Cultivation cultivator, he thought reaching Foundation Establishment would bring choices, but then realized even Foundation Establishment cultivators were compelled by circumstances.
From Foundation Establishment to Golden Core and then to Nascent Soul and even Divine Transformation, every step was hard-fought, and only after reaching each new level did he realize, the things he could choose had increased, but the things he had to choose had decreased.