The sun shone like the moon, the sky grew dim and windy. In the eyes of Wu Daoming, the “Supreme Demon King,” a pale golden giant loomed, towering and supporting the heavens, with a halo-like light behind his head. He had three faces, all bearing the same features but with different expressions—solemn, calm, and haughty—gazing down at Wu Daoming.
Plop!
Had he been discovered? Wu Daoming’s heart violently contracted, as if seized tightly by an enemy’s hand. His vision momentarily turned red.
Although the Demon Seed had already taken control of his physical body, to avoid detection by the masters of the Faxuan Sect guarding various directions of Tianding City, Wu Daoming still maintained an ordinary human form. When suddenly confronted with this situation, he naturally couldn’t suppress his body’s instinctive reactions.
Of course, this also made his reaction more akin to a normal person’s, making it harder for others to detect any anomaly.
Should he strike first and create chaos, or remain calm in the face of danger and not reveal his identity? Amid the pounding of his heart, Wu Daoming hesitated briefly.
At that very moment, he noticed the golden giant’s three pairs of eyes—six gazes in total—casually shift away from him and fix upon the Many-Eyed Heavenly King, whose Dharma body was starting to disintegrate from its most fundamental structures.
Had they failed to detect his secret?
Or were they pretending not to?
A surge of joy arose in Wu Daoming’s heart. Regardless of which possibility, it meant he had temporarily escaped danger. He covered his face, pretending to be frightened by the “corpse,” and stumbled toward the mouth of the alley.
Elsewhere in Tianding City, a blacksmith put down the unfinished farming tools in his hands, and a shop assistant suddenly remembered he had forgotten to lock the door at home and hurriedly asked for leave. One by one, Demon Seeds awakened, and numerous “Supreme Demon Kings” emerged, each heading toward the nearest city gate and blending into the crowd leaving the city.
However, all of this was merely a distraction. As soon as the moment of the “celestial eclipse,” during the absolute darkness, a Demon Seed had quietly awakened, taking control of a body. This particular body belonged to a man who had been selling goods by the city gate. Pretending to avoid the impending storm, he quickly packed up his belongings and was now approaching the city gate, about to undergo inspection by the guards before leaving.
Near the city gate, a master of the Dharma Body hovered high in the sky, his eyes revealing double pupils as he meticulously scrutinized those exiting the city. Similar scenes were unfolding in other locations as well.
This was truly a heaven-encompassing net—no exaggeration!
Yet the Supreme Demon King was unafraid. He had drawn the attention of the Celestial Immortals and triggered a chaotic battle, leaving them no time to focus elsewhere. He had no fear of searches by other Dharma Body masters. Even face-to-face, the Demon Seed could remain deeply hidden within the body.
With steady, unhurried steps, Wu Daoming approached the guards. The Dharma Body’s gaze swept over his form, lingered briefly, then moved on—finding nothing amiss.
Wu Daoming slightly lifted his head, waiting for the moment when the sky would be wide enough for birds to fly and the sea vast enough for fish to leap.
Near Old Lady Wang’s tofu shop, Wu Daoming, still covering his face, ran nervously toward the alley, passing by the golden giant with a pounding heart.
Nothing happened… He quietly exhaled in relief. Glancing sideways at the dying Many-Eyed Heavenly King, he sighed inwardly and quickened his pace, preparing to move past.
At that moment, the Many-Eyed Heavenly King, whose consciousness was already fading, sensed something familiar. Trembling, he pointed his finger toward the Supreme Demon King and struggled to open his mouth:
“Master… save me…”
His voice was hoarse and low, yet it struck Wu Daoming like a thunderclap, reverberating through his entire body and causing him to tremble.
Trouble! A heavy feeling settled in Wu Daoming’s heart. At once, the swordswoman in male disguise changed expression and, without hesitation, slashed a beam of sword light into the sky. The sword light exploded, transforming into waves of divine consciousness carrying her voice, echoing across Tianding City:
“Seal the city gates! No one is to leave!”
“The Supreme Demon King has transformed into a commoner, attempting to escape amidst the chaos!”
Wu Daoming at the city gate had barely reacted when he saw a flash of light—restrictive spells were activated, sealing the gates shut.
The Supreme Demon King near Granny Wang’s tofu shop was utterly frustrated. The Demon Seed had completely taken over the body. Meanwhile, the golden giant’s gaze held a hint of helplessness.
What do you have to be helpless about? A fleeting thought crossed Wu Daoming’s mind. He calmed himself and recited two lines of classical prose:
“Heaven bestows great responsibilities upon a person, first testing his will…”
The words echoed in his heart. The Demon Seed took a step forward, both hands reaching toward Ren Qiushui, six fingers flicking out, impure energy forming beams of light.
Ren Qiushui calmly countered with a sword slash. A green moon rose, separating the two into different realms of existence.
Suddenly, a sword beam erupted from the western part of the city, sweeping broadly, its momentum piercing the starry sea and covering the entire Tianding City. All living beings seemed to gain a stronger will, understanding certain truths of heaven and earth, their bodies filled with vibrant energy. The Demon Seeds were forcefully expelled. The Five-Generation Xuan Nu’s expression flickered, and silently spat out flesh fragments, dissolving her manifested form.
“Establishing destiny for the people!”
The Saint of Qi, deeply connected with the people, reacted the fastest. He exited the Ritual and Music Kingdom and unleashed the Four Annihilation Sword.
One by one, the Demon Seeds were expelled, all dark red, nearly black. They twisted and writhed, quickly gathering together to form a hideous demon fetus.
The demonic fetus split apart, and the “Supreme Demon King” Wu Daoming emerged once more—a child of seven or eight years old, his right hand clad in the Demon Emperor’s Claw, his dharma body ablaze. He tore open five foul rifts in the air and prepared to leap into them.
Life or death—this was the moment!
However, Ren Qiushui’s Green Moon Sword soared into the sky, its light sweeping across the heavens, severing the connection between the filthy rifts and the outside world!
The vast sword beam condensed into a single ray, sweeping powerfully toward Wu Daoming. The sword light was pure, seemingly revealing all future transformations, sealing off every possible countermeasure the Supreme Demon King might take, heralding a peaceful era for generations to come!
If this sword strike reached its ultimate form, it would be a transcendent strike that eliminated hidden dangers and seized the future… Seeing this sword light, Meng Qi’s eyes lit up. He inwardly marveled—indeed, the ancient sages were all mighty figures who forged their own paths. If not for the limitations of their era, even reaching the legendary or even Primordial levels would not have been out of reach.
Wu Daoming’s childlike face flushed red. He seemed to reverse the demonic body, using this to further empower the Demon Emperor Claw, conjuring a colossal black hand that directly smashed down the sword beam.
First, the sword beam and black hand shattered, then came a deafening explosion. Wu Daoming was forcibly knocked to the ground, crashing into the city gate, creating a massive crater. The shockwave swept the surrounding area, and despite the presence of restrictive spells, many attempting to leave the city were reduced to dust.
At this moment, it was already too late to isolate the battle.
Blood spewed from Wu Daoming’s mouth. He was weak all over. He was still in the middle of transformation, relying solely on the awakening power of the Demon Emperor Claw to withstand a peak Celestial Immortal’s strike. But now, he was severely wounded and unable to do anything else. Moreover, the Ritual and Music Kingdom was about to reappear, isolating him from the mortal world.
He could only hope the Demon Emperor Claw would awaken to legendary power and save its master on its own? As this thought arose, suddenly, he sensed someone behind him!
The Saint had just cleaved the Supreme Demon King in two with a pair of sword strikes and was about to join forces with Ren Qiushui and other Dharma Body masters to press their advantage and eradicate the demonic scourge once and for all, when he was stunned to see a new figure emerge behind Wu Daoming.
A man in a straw hat had appeared—no one knew when. His figure was tall and imposing, his posture majestic. Standing silently, he caused everyone present to tremble inwardly, too afraid to offend him.
The man removed his straw hat, revealing a face with sharp, clearly defined features. His arrogant and domineering aura filled the heavens and earth. His gaze swept over the crowd with disdain, as if no one else was worthy of his attention.
The Overlord!
Meng Qi had seen this figure before in A-nan’s Pure Land and with Absolute Blade. Encountering him again now felt like a dream.
He had actually appeared in Tianding City!
The unmatched Overlord had silently arrived in Tianding City.
“Overlord, what are you trying to do?” The mighty voice of the Qi Saint resounded.
The Overlord did not speak. He tossed aside his straw hat. With his left hand, he seized the Supreme Demon King. With his right, he gripped his long blade, suddenly pausing as if entering absolute stillness. Then, the blade broke through the stillness, shattering its constraints, unleashing unimaginable force and impact.
Then, a streak of purple light flashed—brilliant, dazzling, and overwhelmingly domineering. It slashed upward against the heavens, scattering immortals, cutting through the Qi Saint’s sword light that had established the heart of heaven and earth, cleaving Tianding City’s sky in two.
The violet radiance erupted, swallowing the skies above Tianding City. The deafening blasts—boom, boom, boom—continued until the Ritual and Music Kingdom was breached from without. Celestial Immortals were expelled one after another, as if the scene of the heavenly court’s collapse was replaying itself.
By the time the light faded, the Overlord and the Supreme Demon King had already vanished.
“So domineering…” Meng Qi had already withdrawn his Tian Xiang Di form. This was his first encounter with the Overlord, and it left an extremely deep impression.
Why would he save Wu Daoming? Was he seeking a fellow cultivator to resist a great power?
…
The great river surged, and now two figures stood by its banks. The Overlord stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at Wu Daoming, who looked like a seven- or eight-year-old child.
“Why did you save me?” Wu Daoming asked gravely, filled with confusion.
Although the Overlord was always domineering, arrogant, and did as he pleased, he had never held any fondness for heretics and evil cultivators. Wu Daoming had no friendship with him, and they had even fought twice before, with Wu barely escaping thanks to the Demon Emperor Claw. Why would he save him now? Because of the Five-Generation Xuan Nu?
The Overlord looked down at Wu Daoming with a condescending gaze and arrogantly said, “It would be a waste to kill you now. When you grow to reach the peak of Celestial Immortal power, I’ll fight you one-on-one and see whose Demon Emperor Claw is stronger, or whose blade is sharper!”
“Just for that reason?” Wu Daoming was somewhat astonished.
The Overlord turned around, striding across the river in one step, indifferent as he said, “Isn’t that reason enough?”
In a few steps, he disappeared from Wu Daoming’s sight, heading to find the Five-Generation Xuan Nu, when suddenly he noticed a man standing by the roadside wearing a bright yellow imperial robe. This man had a handsome face, cold eyes, and a tall build similar to his own. There was something about him that made the Overlord take notice.
The imperial-robed man gazed intently at the Overlord, then suddenly sighed, “How pitiable, how lamentable.”
Pitiable? Lamentable? The Overlord narrowed his eyes slightly, his right hand gripping Absolute Blade. Who in this world dared to provoke him openly?
Yet the imperial-robed man withdrew his gaze, his expression turning sorrowful as he shook his head with a bitter smile:
“I, too, am pitiable and lamentable.”
“All are pitiable and lamentable…”
His voice faded into the distance. Without regard for the Overlord’s gaze, the imperial-robed man walked away on his own.
“A madman?” In the end, the Overlord did not draw his blade.
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