novelapdf Chapter 204 What is the truth?
Chapter 204 What is the truth?
Chapter 205 What is the truth?
The azure power emanating from the majestic Dharma image, like an inverted celestial river, crashed down, causing the protective array of Holy Demon Island to tremble violently and utter a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.
A hand that blots out the sky emerges, its five fingers spread wide.
The six ferocious, roaring demonic figures formed from the Xuanpin demonic energy, along with the Six Paths Supreme Saint himself, were instantly grasped in the palm of this giant hand.
The five fingers are loosely clenched.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling burst of light.
The six Xuanpin Demon Shadows, symbolizing the pinnacle of demonic power and once striking fear into the hearts of countless cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea, vanished the moment their fingers and palms came together.
Like a burst bubble, or like morning mist rising under the blazing sun.
Silent and still, returning to nothingness.
However, this seemingly simple and unassuming crushing force has already unleashed a terrifying power.
A powerful aura exploded from the point where the five fingers were clasped together, transforming into a huge, visible circular ripple of water!
The light above the entire Holy Demon Island flickered erratically, and the scenery was fragmented. This barrier between heaven and earth was shaken by this single grasp!
On the island far from Holy Demon Island, many cultivators sensed something and looked up in shock at the source of the strange phenomenon.
The weight of the Dharma is beyond what this world can easily bear.
Centered on Holy Demon Island, invisible ripples swept out instantly, across the vast sea, and rippled for hundreds of miles.
Its very existence, where it stands, seems to forcibly stretch and thin the boundary between heaven and earth, presenting a chaotic and blurred scene.
The momentary sense of temporal and spatial distortion gave all the attackers an absurd realization: this world seemed poised to be torn apart at any moment by this power that transcended all boundaries.
The majestic Dharma image suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed, leaving only vast expanses of pure azure light that merged into the heavens and earth, transforming into the most refined and pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Lu Jianghe remained standing in the same spot.
Before him, the Six Paths Supreme Saint had disheveled hair, his face was contorted, and blood and tears were flowing from his seven orifices.
He clutched his chest tightly with one hand, clearly indicating that his internal organs had suffered severe damage.
The strange, shimmering armor he wore, which seemed to possess its own spirit, was now emitting a chilling cracking sound.
Like fine celadon being crushed inch by inch by an invisible, enormous force.
Countless fine cracks instantly covered the armor, and a silvery-white substance, like mercury, flowed out from the gaps, attempting to heal the wounds.
However, the speed at which the cracks are repaired is far slower than the speed at which they spread and disintegrate.
That faint spark of spirituality was rapidly consumed in the futile struggle.
With a crisp "crack," the entire suit of armor could no longer hold on and shattered into countless crimson bronze fragments, which peeled off from the Six Paths Supreme Saint and scattered on the ground with a clattering sound, like withered metal petals, their luster quickly fading.
If a knowledgeable cultivator were here, they would surely recognize that this is Shoushan Copper, a top-tier refining material in the cultivation world, second only to Gengjing.
The protective armor made from this material is incredibly hard, practically inhuman. Ordinary magical weapons and flying swords can hardly budge it in the slightest. Furthermore, it possesses a self-healing spirituality, making it an unparalleled treasure for protecting oneself and one's life.
However, at this moment, this rare treasure, which would make even a Nascent Soul cultivator drool, has been completely reduced to a pile of wreckage.
Lu Jianghe said in an unusually teasing tone, "Even if you're this weak, there's a limit."
The Six Paths Supreme Saint had barely managed to steady his staggering figure when he heard these words. His mind trembled violently, and he spat out another mouthful of jet-black blood.
The tainted blood, spilled on the ground, was no ordinary liquid. Upon contact with the earth, it hissed and emitted a thick, black demonic aura. This aura churned and twisted, instantly condensing into countless illusory, grotesque skeletal demonic shadows, emitting silent, mournful howls, as if to drag everything in its path into the deepest hell! However, these demonic shadows appeared only briefly before shattering like morning dew scorched by the blazing sun, turning into finer plumes of black smoke that quickly dissipated into the air.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he made a hoarse sound from his throat.
Lu Jianghe's eyes were indifferent. He clenched his right hand into a knife-like shape and made a slash in the air towards the location of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.
A soft sound, like tearing tattered leather.
The body of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, which had just begun to gather a little demonic energy, was split in two without any hindrance, from the top of his head to his crotch.
The two mangled pieces crashed to the ground, but instead of flowing with the usual blood, they quickly melted and collapsed, turning into two pools of thick, black liquid.
An even denser, almost solidified, true demonic energy surged forth from it, as if it were alive, and eagerly burrowed into the ground and disappeared.
Lu Jianghe observed coldly, understanding the situation perfectly.
Sure enough.
After I severed the foundation of one of the demonic statues, this guy actually took this risky move, sacrificing his own body and the "Six Paths True Demon Art" he cultivated.
The golem was completely refined and fused, embarking on a wicked path where "humans and demons are indistinguishable, and the body itself is the demon."
He could be considered a prodigy with a unique and unconventional way of thinking.
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Before the thought had even formed, a sudden change occurred.
The ground where the two pools of viscous liquid had seeped in rippled violently, like water on which pebbles had been thrown. Then, two brand-new "Six Paths Supreme Saints" emerged from the earth.
Their figures were exactly the same as before, their auras were just as fierce and evil, and their bodies were surrounded by demonic energy. However, their faces were even more ashen, and their eyes were filled with chaos, with no trace of human clarity left.
One of the two split demonic bodies suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a pale white banner about three inches in size.
The other demonic entity bit its tongue without hesitation, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood containing its life essence, while simultaneously rapidly forming hand seals.
The filthy blood writhed like a living thing, spraying precisely onto the white banner.
Buzz!
The small banner swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a towering, imposing banner three zhang tall.
The banner was made entirely of pale white bones, covered with twisted and writhing eerie runes that appeared and disappeared on the black and white surface, emanating a nauseating, chilling aura of death.
The most horrifying thing is the top of the banner, which is inlaid with three skulls the size of human heads.
As soon as they appeared, their upper and lower jaws opened and closed wildly, making a harsh, teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.
The sound seemed to penetrate directly into the bone marrow, disturbing the mind and causing the onlookers' blood and qi to surge uncontrollably.
Wen Tianren, watching from afar, kept his eyes fixed on the three skulls.
They had clearly been refined recently, with some unresolved rotten flesh, dark red scabs, and a few strands of withered black hair still clinging to them.
However, the distorted, pained features of that face gave Wen Tianren a strange sense of familiarity—
In just a moment, Wen Tianren's face turned deathly pale, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes were so gloomy they seemed to be dripping with water.
He finally recognized them; the three skulls were the three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators he had seen when he accompanied his master to the high-level meeting of the Reverse Star Alliance.
The sect leader of the Misty Hidden Sect, the patriarch of the Floating Pagoda Sect, and the founding patriarch of the Illusionary Spirit Sect.
These three were once powerful figures in the Chaotic Star Sea Demonic Path, renowned for their abilities. Now, they have been refined into the main souls of this White Bone Demon Banner.
The origin and power of this small banner are simply astonishing.
Wen Tianren subconsciously looked at Lu Jianghe.
Even with such terrifying power, what could a demonic treasure crafted with the main souls of three Nascent Soul cultivators do against Lu Jianghe at this moment?
Wen Tianren had only one thought left in his mind, filled with absurdity and despair.
Faced with that absolute power that could hold up the sky with one hand and regard the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator as an ant, any struggle or trump card would seem so pale and laughable, merely adding to the ridicule.
At this moment, the entire Holy Demon Island was deathly silent. The dozens of Core Formation cultivators gathered in the distance were all pale-faced, trembling with fear, even their breathing was cautious.
No one dared to move, and no one dared to flee.
The terrifying Dharma image that stood tall and imposing, crushing the Six Paths Mysterious Female Demon Statue with a single hand, had silently and effortlessly transformed the world with its overwhelming pressure, completely shattering their courage.
Everyone was acutely aware of a cold, hard truth.
Today, Holy Demon Island is truly doomed.
The moment Lu Jianghe's gaze fell upon that imposing giant banner, a name flashed into his mind.
"Three Gods White Bone Flag————"
His gaze swept over the twisted and writhing runes on the banner, finally settling on the three skulls, still covered in rotting flesh and scabs, opening and closing wildly.
Although this evil banner is far less powerful than the genuine one, it is still incredibly powerful when used in the human realm, with the main souls of three Nascent Soul cultivators as its core and supplemented by the resentment of a large number of blood sacrificed living beings.
Even ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would likely have to temporarily avoid such filthy and evil power, or would need to expend a great deal of effort to resist it.
Although this rough-hewn object before us is merely a shell with limited power, judging from the intensity of its malevolent aura and resentment, it has likely been used to sacrifice many living beings, especially cultivators.
Lu Jianghe's gaze was calm and undisturbed.
"These methods alone are still insufficient. You've lived for hundreds of years; you should have this much insight. Why resort to such a futile attempt?"
"Life and death, it's all the same!"
One of the two demonic figures roared, its voice overlapping and distorting.
"But I will not let you get away with this!"
Lu Jianghe shook his head slightly after hearing this. "How much of what you say do you actually believe? Can an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years and experienced countless life and death events really so easily let go of life and death? It's nothing but bluster."
One of the demonic figures spoke with a desperate, mad tone, "Now I know you won't let me go."
"I don't know what you're up to with all this nonsense. But I just want to tell you that I was born into this world not to be a helpless victim, but to be slaughtered by others! In the end, you're just relying on—"
"What are you relying on?"
Lu Jianghe asked with a smile.
Taking a step forward, an invisible pressure collapsed like a mountain. The "Three Gods White Bone Banner," which had just gathered overwhelming demonic energy and whose three skulls were howling incessantly, suddenly froze. The wailing of the vengeful spirits on the banner seemed to be strangled.
The next moment, the muscles on the face of the Six Paths Supreme Saint twitched violently, and blood surged in his eyes.
The old demon made a hand seal with one hand and spat out another ball of dark blood essence.
The runes on the banner twisted wildly, and countless pale white skull phantoms appeared out of thin air, shrieking as they pounced on Lu Jianghe!
However, a strange change suddenly occurred in the world.
Without Lu Jianghe making any hand seals or casting any spells, thousands of blue and white lightning bolts suddenly exploded in the sky.
With a loud crack, the invisible lightning whip, like a celestial chain of punishment, wrapped around the Three Gods' White Bone Banner at a speed beyond the reach of divine sense.
The three main soul skeletons were the first to be hit, and the moment they were pierced by the lightning, they let out a heart-wrenching wail, and the black aura on the banner surged violently like boiling water poured on snow.
Before the dark clouds of the Demon Realm could fully unfold, an even more violent torrent of lightning had already crashed down.
Streaks of blue and white lightning coiled around the banner, tearing and biting wildly, as if the heavens and earth were a furnace, and thunder was a fire.
The three Nascent Soul skulls twisted and deformed in the lightning, their resentment being refined by the ultimate Yang power, much like an evil pill being thrown into a pure Yang furnace. No matter how much they struggled and cried out, they were ultimately annihilated inch by inch into nothingness and wisps of smoke in the blinding lightning.
When the last resort was so easily neutralized, the Six Paths Supreme Saint did not wail and lament as expected. Instead, his expression was unusually calm, even carrying a strange sense of pleasure.
He seemed to have finally pierced through the fog of fate and clearly seen the predetermined end.
He coughed lightly twice. "The glimmer of hope before despair is the most potent and intoxicating poison. Ignorance is pathetic, but ignorance without awareness is utter folly. I was facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, knowing all struggle was futile, yet deep in my heart lingered a sliver of delusion, hoping for that one-in-a-million chance—two sayings are very apt: true victors in this world possess a peaceful heart, finding merit in both others' strengths and weaknesses, thus their path widens; while those with narrow minds, who delight in seeing others in distress, only see their path narrower. Perhaps—this is merely my own delusion. But ultimately, I have no regrets, nor will I change my mind. Having rambled on for so long, I know your mind is made up, and you know you cannot escape this calamity. Therefore—"
"—So, let's do it."
The Six Paths Supreme Saint straightened his broken body, his turbid gaze piercing through the churning demonic energy.
Lu Jianghe remained noncommittal after hearing this. "Pretty words are the most hurtful; those principles meant to be memorized are often the least truthful. In my heart, you're not even worthy of my attention. If it weren't for this deal, you wouldn't even qualify for my consideration."
With a wave of his sleeve.
The eerie smile on the face of the Six Paths Supreme Saint froze.
Before he could utter another word, the heads of the two demonic bodies slowly separated from their bodies, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.
This demonic giant, who had roamed the chaotic star sea for hundreds of years, stirred up towering waves, and even refined his own sister, causing countless cultivators to tremble in fear, was annihilated, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.
On a distant high-rise building, Wen Tianren felt ice-cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
In that instant, everyone seemed to have witnessed a page in history that would be definitively concluded.
Outside the center of the battlefield, the surviving demonic cultivators, Wen Tianren and the woman with the sword who were watching from afar, and even the cultivators who sensed the changes in the world from a distance, all felt their hearts filled with shock and confusion, leaving only a deathly silence.
What was that earth-shattering scene just now?
What then is that majestic Dharma form that so easily crushed the Six Paths Supreme Saint and the Mysterious Female Demon Shadow?
Is this utter destruction of body and soul the undeniable truth?
Everyone's gaze and state of mind underwent a dramatic transformation because of this scene that exceeded the limits of cognition.