Chapter 464: Black Sword’s Shock and Nature’s Generous Gift
Chapter 464: Black Sword’s Shock and Nature’s Generous Gift
In Demon Pass, dark clouds loomed heavily as an impending storm gathered. Strong Yang God cultivators frequently emerged from Black Demon Abyss, making their way to the Demon Pass.
Across the boundary, Ghost Heaven’s outer domain lay steeped in thick energy, suggesting the presence of two Great Supreme Truth realm guardians in wait.
How many other hidden powerhouses lay concealed remained uncertain.
Due to the recent matter of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, both factions had adopted an air of tense aggression.
Within his cramped cave abode, Qi Yuan consumed Black Demon Ancestral Blood to cultivate the Ancestral Blood Manual. These past fifteen days had been excruciatingly slow for him, filled with constant apprehension that some Yang God might launch a sudden attack against him.
Fortunately, no incident had occurred thus far.
“Blood Robe, Ice Sword’s cultivation has surged; he’s hosting a banquet and invited quite a few charming spirits. Why not come out, listen to some music, and sample some mushrooms?”
It was at this moment that Purple Fate Daxue sent him a message.
Without a second thought, Qi Yuan declined, “No, thanks. Mushrooms aren’t my thing.”
Qi Yuan was fully committed to his reclusive, turtle-like strategy.
“These aren’t your regular mushrooms; they’re handcrafted with my artistic flair!”
“Then I’m definitely passing. I’m not too convinced about you Black Demon Abyss cultivators’ culinary skills. Cooking isn’t your strong suit—you don’t even know how to stir-fry. Hmm… you know, if I were to set up a New Oriental culinary school here, would I make a fortune?” Qi Yuan wondered aloud.
After some consideration, he shook his head.
While he missed the food from Blue Star, it couldn’t really compare with the unique offerings of the cultivation world—though nostalgia did play a part.
Qi Yuan mulled it over and reversed the idea: when he returned to Blue Star, he could open a culinary school and give New Oriental a run for its money. With another business idea added to his future ventures, he felt content.
Roughly an hour later, Qi Yuan suddenly lifted his head to look at the sky.
Above, two blazing, god-like auras shone brightly like radiant suns.
Within the Demon Pass, the young prodigies raised their heads in unison.
“This is… the Great Supreme Truth realm!”
“A Great Supreme Truth leaving… is something major about to happen?”
The disciples looked around in confusion. They had no knowledge of the situation in Ghost Heaven, nor of the emergence of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.
This time, Black Demon Abyss’s powerhouses had chosen not to hide their presence.
For cultivators of this caliber, strength alone served as the best deterrent.
An Xunlu glanced at the sky, a look of concern crossing her face. “Brother Black Sword has gone too; this must be serious. Let’s hope they’ll be alright.”
“The Transformation of Lynia hasn’t started yet, so no matter the conflict, it’s not a big deal. Just stay calm.”
Ice Sword spoke with a newfound ease, his past gloom swept away, looking rather pleased. Over this time, he had secretly advanced into the Yang God realm, though he had kept this quiet to consolidate his cultivation further.
Recently, Black Sword and Blood Robe had been in the spotlight, leaving him in relative obscurity aside from laying eggs. But when Taihuang Palace began its Heavenly Scanning, casting starlight over every Yang God, he intended to make a discreet yet stunning entrance.
Yes, the Black Demon Abyss had its own prodigies, Black Sword and Blood Robe—but Ice Sword, too, would shine across the heavens.
He was preparing in secret to capture the attention of all under heaven.
Oddly enough, Ice Sword couldn’t shake the feeling that his nascent celestial shape was… rather egg-like.
…
In the outer domain of Ghost Heaven—
Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan sat cross-legged in the void, holding a Soul Banner stretched across the sky, concealing his figure in its shadow.
Below him, vast reserves of Black Demon Ancestral Blood emanated a deep crimson glow.
Souls slipped in and out of the Ancestral Blood through the Soul Banner, slowly corrupting it.
In another half-month, the Black Demon Ancestral Blood would be fully contaminated, reduced to worthless blood.
Just then, a delicate figure approached, her eyes filled with respect as she gazed at the Soul Banner. “Third Ancestor, the Heavenly Venerables of Black Demon Abyss have departed for Demon Pass!”
Guiyuan’s eyes glinted, and he nodded, his expression sharpening as he asked, “And the Human Emperor Hall’s envoy? Have you tracked him down?”
Last time, the Human Emperor Hall’s envoy had appeared abruptly, killing Ghost Heaven’s Yang God. Furious, Guiyuan had attacked, only to see him escape, leaving Guiyuan feeling humiliated.
Since then, he’d ordered a full-scale search for any trace of the Human Emperor Hall’s envoy.
“Heavenly Venerable, we haven’t located him,” replied the delicate figure, trembling slightly. Though she, too, was a Yang God, she could not shake her fear in the presence of a Great Supreme Truth.
“Then withdraw,” Guiyuan instructed coldly, and she retreated, relieved.
A powerful voice rang in Guiyuan’s ears.
“Are you still stewing over that Human Emperor Hall envoy?”
This was Ghost Zui, the other Great Supreme Truth stationed in the outer domain.
Ghost Zui’s figure was small, with a “Zui” character etched into his face, shamelessly displayed.
Guiyuan’s gaze blazed. “A mere Yang God who hasn’t even reached Supreme Truth dared provoke me. He courts death!”
“A strange Yang God indeed, buzzing like an annoying mosquito,” Ghost Zui remarked. “Once our current mission is done, I’ll help you find him and drag him out of hiding. Such disrespect against Ghost Heaven warrants adding him to my Soul Banner!”
“Do you think the Human Emperor Hall might be connected to Black Demon Abyss? Do you suppose their envoy will dare show his face?” Guiyuan’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent, along with a hint of unease.
The Human Emperor Hall envoy’s uncanny abilities—escaping right before Guiyuan’s eyes—left him wary.
Ghost Zui chuckled darkly, “If he dares come, he won’t be leaving.”
Guiyuan’s eyes lit up. “Could it be that the Banner Master himself will arrive?”
Ghost Zui shook his head. “The Banner Master is currently locked in a standoff with the old one from Black Demon Abyss and won’t act rashly. However, he has granted me a portion of the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, infused with a Supreme Truth killing technique—more than enough to detain the Human Emperor Hall envoy!”
The fraction of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Ghost Zui wielded wasn’t the ordinary kind held by the Great Heavenly Venerables.
Ghost Zui’s held a tenth of the full Banner’s might, enough to carry the Supreme Truth technique of the Banner Master.
This portion was crafted specifically to capture the Human Emperor Hall envoy.
As for Black Demon Abyss’s Great Supreme Truths, the Banner had limited effectiveness. Even if they immobilized a Great Supreme Truth for an instant, it was challenging, if not impossible, to inflict real harm on one.
Nonetheless, they had their orders: defend the domain, for the Banner Master had his own plans.
Five days passed quietly.
Heavenly Venerable Guiyuan and Ghost Zui stood watch, corrupting the Black Demon Ancestral Blood in eerie silence.
The surrounding region was void of sound, a murky quiet that defied even the Yang Gods’ perception.
In such a place, Yang Gods’ destructive power was significantly limited, like two ordinary people struggling in thick mud.
Suddenly, without any warning, a golden hand tore through the fabric of space, reaching directly toward the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.
The void shuddered, rippling out in waves of instability.
Guiyuan’s eyes lit with ghostly fire as he opened them. “They’ve finally come!”
With a shout, he shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Symbols glowed, ghostly flames flickered, and gusts of wind rose, swirling with the stench of death as countless ghastly faces—men, women, children, and elders alike—materialized on the Banner.
The mournful wails and piercing cries of the souls within filled the air, making the scalp tingle.
Horrifying and eerie, the banner seemed to have consumed countless lives.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner unfurled across the sky, intercepting the golden hand.
In a frenzied tide, countless souls lunged forward, bellowing and wailing.
With a snarl, a chilling sword intent split the murky void in two.
A thin black sword shot forward with incredible force, like a glint of cold light piercing through the heavens.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s souls shrieked in terror.
A lone figure, dressed in white, strode forward, tall and imposing.
That strike had been his—a decisive, destructive blow.
The souls within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner scrambled back.
Those that moved too slowly seemed to be vaporized by sunlight, sizzling as they faded into nothingness.
Guiyuan’s eyes narrowed with trepidation. “To think, not even a Great Supreme Truth, yet he wields such power. Should he break through, he could probably kill me without a second thought!”
A chill ran down Guiyuan’s spine.