After the “Great Sage Equal to Heaven,” the Bull Demon King, a long and thick black shadow flew out from the huge hole left by the Golden-Hooped Staff, spiraling upward until it nearly touched the sky of this pure land. Moisture instantly filled the air, as if transforming the surroundings into a vast ocean, forming a world of water.
“The Great Sage Covering the Sea!” Qingqiu, the little fox, trembled slightly, overwhelmed with excitement as the legendary Great Sages who had accompanied his childhood were returning one by one.
Heroes from the tales were appearing before his eyes!
The expressions of Huifei Feixiang and other demon gods were similar, filled with reverence rather than arrogance, their eyes brimming with anticipation, hoping more Great Sages would emerge from the sealed land.
Feeling the waves of reality and illusion soaking his body, Meng Qi had different thoughts: the King Covering the Sea from the Eastern Sea of the Journey to the West world was about to rise, reaching the pinnacle of his dragon-like power, dominating the seas, leaving the old Dragon King in a perilous situation!
However, this guy was quite adept at playing the role of a dragon—nimble and adaptable—so he wouldn’t end up in too dire a situation. At worst, he might lose some wealth and have to dedicate himself to breeding more dragons or indulging in the pleasures of the Omniverse Knowledge Network, splurging tens of thousands of Imperial Coins on streamers or bulk-buying goods from shops.
Before the towering dragon’s body could fully retract, a colossal shadow roared forth, bearing the heavens upon its back as it surged upward, nearly engulfing the summit of Ling Mountain.
“Great Sage Equaling Heaven!” As the demon god muttered, the shadow of the Roc—one wing stretching east, the other west—instantly shrank, transforming into a figure with a bird’s head and a human body, clad in golden robes. Its beak curved slightly, the tip a dark crimson verging on black, radiating a ferocious aura akin to dragons and serpents, suggesting countless such creatures had met their end in the Roc’s belly.
The Great Sage Confusing the Heavens, the Peng Demon King, fixed his gaze directly on Taili, speaking solemnly: “You are the Five Elements Peacock.”
“Yes.” Even Taili, proud as he was, felt a bit nervous under the inquiry of a Great Sage.
The Peng Demon King extended his right hand from his sleeve, his expression turning serious. It seemed extremely difficult as he finally pulled out something—five hazy feathers, colored red, cyan, yellow, white, and black. Each feather shimmered with light, as if containing a world from the uppermost layers of the Ninth Heaven, the foundation of all heavens and the essence of myriad worlds, so heavy that even the Peng Demon King, capable of carrying a true universe upon his back, could not wield them lightly.
“The Five Elements Divine Feathers!” Taili’s expression suddenly became excited, blurting out.
In ancient times, the “Great Bright King Peacock” Kongxuan roamed freely, relying on his innate Five Elements Divine Feathers, symbols from the beginning of the cosmic age when the Five Elements were first established, containing profound Daoist mysteries, capable of sweeping away anything. Who would have thought they would now appear in the Peng Demon King’s hands?
As Meng Qi’s thoughts turned, he heard the Peng Demon King say: “Before the Peacock Bright King passed away, he shed these five tail feathers, asking this Great Sage to hand them to the first Five Elements Peacock I encountered.”
Kongxuan had passed away?
Had Kongxuan, one of the most powerful beings beneath the Other Shore, fallen at Ling Mountain?
Was Taili now fully inheriting Kongxuan’s bloodline and legacy?
His future prospects were boundless…
In shock and admiration, Meng Qi’s breath slightly faltered, causing a noticeable fluctuation, which immediately drew the attention of the Bull Demon King, the Dragon Demon King, and the Peng Demon King.
“A human?” The Bull Demon King’s deep voice turned toward Meng Qi.
After escaping his confinement, he was in high spirits, full of ambition. Having sensed no danger, he hadn’t paid attention to the surroundings until now noticing Meng Qi’s presence.
A series of gazes, tangible and heavy like entire worlds, fell upon him. The Great Sages looked at the tiny human, their expressions neither hostile nor friendly—after all, a mere Celestial Immortal human wasn’t worth serious attention or corresponding emotions.
Meng Qi immediately felt the surrounding void solidify and press upon him, as if mountains surrounded him from all directions, threatening to crush him into pulp.
Clang!
His long blade abruptly sheathed itself, slanting forward at an angle, its fierce and domineering aura surging forth, making his figure appear suddenly taller. Streaks of lightning pierced through the darkness, shattering the “mountains.”
Bang!
The clash between his blade intent and the Great Sages’ gazes exploded into thunderbolts containing entire universes, within which galaxies formed and collapsed in an instant.
Faced with the Great Sages’ testing auras, Meng Qi, gripping his ultimate blade, didn’t retreat a single step!
These were the legendary Great Sages from tales!
“Hmm?” The Dragon Demon King uttered softly, his aura condensing, as if preparing to get serious.
At that moment, Qingqiu suddenly raised the Demon Saint Spear, unleashing invisible flames as a barrier between Meng Qi and the Great Sages, his voice echoing around:
“Master Su came to assist us. Great Sages, please don’t act rashly.”
At the sight of that Fengchi Heijin Spear and the familiar aura, the Great Sages immediately shifted their focus, speaking in unison:
“The Demon Saint?”
Had the Demon Saint perished, transforming into this divine spear?
Rumbling!
At this moment, as Meng Qi had withdrawn his blade to resist the Great Sages’ auras, the pure land he had sliced into existence was swiftly shattered by a cataclysmic force like the collapse of heaven and earth, disintegrating piece by piece, the sun and moon vanishing. Fortunately, the Great Sages each acted, easily neutralizing the subsequent waves of destruction.
Suddenly, a point of light appeared high above, illuminating the void like a meteoric fireball plummeting downward, streaking across Ling Mountain before crashing into the earth.
Bang!
The Spirit Mountain trembled violently, with countless rocks tumbling down and deep fissures splitting open everywhere. Beyond the mountain, a bottomless crater emerged, radiating a pure and unyielding light.
A thick, colossal Golden-Hooped Iron Staff followed, plunging into the crater, causing terrifying earthquakes akin to the end of the world.
Then, both seemed to pierce through something, and the commotion suddenly vanished, as if they had gone elsewhere.
The destruction of Lingshan came to a halt, as if it possessed a life of its own and began to recover. True to its reputation as the sacred land once inhabited by the Buddha, even after the great battle that claimed countless Buddhas—and possibly even involved beings of the Other Shore—it had endured until now. How could such a place truly collapse so easily?
Witnessing this, Meng Qi felt a sense of certainty in his heart. As he had suspected, the “Supreme True Buddha,” who had not yet consumed Kashyapa’s remains, was no match for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. However, capturing or killing the Supreme True Buddha wouldn’t be easy for the Great Sage. Leaving aside its own strangeness, the fact that it could devour Buddhas meant many beings would be happy to see it remain “free.”
As the Great Sages were stunned by the Demon Sage’s fall and distracted by the battle between the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Supreme True Buddha, Qingqiu swiftly whispered to Meng Qi:
“This mission was made possible thanks to Master Su’s assistance. Here is the promised reward—please accept it.”
“As for what comes next, we won’t trouble Master Su further. Please leave as soon as possible.”
She urged Meng Qi to leave, uncertain of the Great Sages’ stance toward humanity after being sealed at Ling Mountain for countless ages—whether they would be friendly, view humans as prey, or consider them enemies. Thus, while she could still deter them with the Demon Saint Spear, she wanted Meng Qi to stay away in case the situation turned dire. If the Great Sages suddenly turned hostile, even she, wielding the Demon Saint Spear, might not be able to stop them.
She spread her right hand, scattering points of light like rain, which flew into Meng Qi’s palm. Each contained the essential characteristics of “Ananda’s Projection” across different universes, aiding Meng Qi in imitation.
With the desired information in hand, Meng Qi had no further attachment, only regretting not being able to speak face-to-face with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
With a glance at the Great Sages, he noticed the demonic aura once again gathering at the hole created by the Golden-Hooped Staff, indicating that another Great Sage was about to break free. Seeing the joy and hope on Feixiang and the others’ faces, Meng Qi sighed. He took one last look at the Five-Finger Mountain sealed by the Bodhi Wondrous Tree, then collected the Yellow Spring bones, stepped back, withdrew from the mountaintop, and quickly descended along the ruined path.
This place sealed not only several Great Sages but also a Demon Buddha powerful enough to sweep them all away. Unfortunately, it remained silent and unnoticed, for none dared to pay attention.
As for Kashyapa’s remains, he rationally abandoned them. If the “Supreme True Buddha” escaped the Great Sage Equal to Heaven’s pursuit, possessing Kashyapa’s remains would only invite death.
The Supreme True Buddha was only interested in Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats. His own “True Ding Rulai” was merely a magical manifestation, not real. Without Kashyapa’s remains, why would the Supreme True Buddha even glance his way?
Moreover, the liberated Great Sages, though their injuries had long healed, had been cut off from the myriad worlds for ages, causing them to weaken significantly. It would take at least three to five years, or even a decade, for them to fully recover. Although the Demon Emperor and the Demon Saint Spear accelerated his path to legend, it was conditional upon the demon race’s strength rising sufficiently to overpower him…
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Meng Qi acted without hesitation. He tore through several spatial rifts in quick succession, swiftly descending the mountain. With a single leap, he crossed the already devastated Lingyun Crossing—now reduced to ruins by the shockwaves—departed from Ling Mountain, and returned to the Jade Void Palace in the Real World.
Entering his meditation chamber, he sat cross-legged, extending his hand as points of light flew out, circling his body and manifesting various images of Ananda’s Projections, resonating with the fragment of the Haotian Mirror in his palm.
Then, Meng Qi closed his eyes, half-open and half-closed.
Once again, the chamber was quiet and serene. Cultivation had always been a lonely path.
…
More than three years later, within the Vacuum Homeland, the Night Emperor Huo Lishang’s face kept changing, as if merging different identities and experiences from various realms, living through different lives and pleasures.
Finally, all the faces overlapped, returning to Huo Lishang’s original form.
He slowly opened his eyes and sighed: “The Thousand-Faced Ten Thousand-Lives Cultivation Method can indeed grant one the traits of legends ahead of time, but it is also extremely dangerous. A single misstep could lead to madness and losing oneself.”
With the protection of the Vacuum Homeland, he barely managed to pass this trial, spending ten years to advance further, achieving the Celestial Immortal stage he once thought would take decades.
At that moment, the Night Emperor’s heart stirred. He turned to look deep into the Vacuum Homeland, where a vast, cosmic-like aura gradually unfolded!
Huo Lishang couldn’t help but smile, rising to gaze into the distance:
“The Divine Envoys have begun to awaken one by one!”
The true Divine Envoys who once followed the Mother of Unborn were about to return, all descending within thirty years!
…
In the Western Regions, the Deathly Desert stretched endlessly, covered in black sand.
Suddenly, green mountains and clear waters emerged, overlapping with the black sand like a mirage, as if two worlds were intertwining. One after another, the demon clans emerged from this “paradise beyond the world,” surging toward the western borders of the Great Zhou under a sky filled with demonic clouds.
The Great Sages had returned—what was there for humanity to fear?
Already, two or three Great Sages had regained seventy to eighty percent of their strength, enough to sweep across this world!
As the demonic horde surged forward, the humans within the city walls trembled in fear. The forums and live streams of the Omniversal Knowledge Network fell silent, unable to comprehend how their once-greatest and most glorious era could appear so fragile.
At that moment, the city gates opened, and a tall figure stepped out, cloaked in gray, his eyes pale and colorless. Without revealing his aura, he still caused unease.
He shouted loudly: “I am Juanlian, the Divine Envoy of the Luo Sect. Demons, retreat immediately!”
As he spoke, his aura erupted like countless rivers of stars surging backward, suppressing the vast ocean until not a ripple remained, driving all the demonic beings back into the paradise beyond this world.
“This is a legend of humanity!” The leading demon god muttered in shock, his thoughts racing wildly. Finally, he waved his hand and ordered a retreat to reassess their strategy.
Behind Sha Wujing, many humans began chanting in unison:
“Mother of Unborn, Vacuum Homeland!”
Soon after, a post surfaced in the Jianghu teahouses of the All-World Knowledge Network, titled:
“A Legend Has Emerged—Re-ranking the Heavenly List Is Pointless. Should We Convert to the Luo Sect Now?”
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