The Marquis of Many Eyes had always prided himself on his formidable demonic form. Yet at this moment, as he gazed upon the pale golden colossus that stood like a pillar upholding the heavens, at the massive hand that blotted out the sky, he felt unbearably insignificant—as though standing upon an endless grassland, looking up at the boundless starry firmament. Memories of the vast epochs of history flooded his mind, and before those eternal, unchanging entities, even the most extraordinary powers and indestructible dharma bodies could only resemble ripples upon a river’s surface, rising and vanishing without a trace.
This was the recorded manifestation of physical ascension, the true Vajra immortality!
Splash!
The Marquis of Many Eyes heard terrifying illusory water sounds emanating from every orifice of the pale golden colossus, like tidal waves of energy from different universes and realms.
The sound of water echoed in layers, and the Marquis of Many Eyes suddenly realized that the pale golden colossus had somehow acquired the formidable power of the Grotto-Heaven. Each of its acupoints seemed like an independent universe, amplifying its strength and converging into the descending palm.
Thus, the dark mist-laden sky collapsed—it truly collapsed, crushed beneath the palm!
Boom! The Marquis of Many Eyes had seen the void shatter before, but never imagined the very concept of the heavens falling, as the long, powerful palm descended, pressing heavily toward his head, collapse and destruction rippling outward in all directions like waves.
An overturning palm strike—nothing more than this!
At this moment, the Marquis of Many Eyes recalled the legendary Reversing Heaven Seal and the mythical Palm Buddha Kingdom, astonished that even a human immortal could possess a trace of cave heaven power. Thus, in an instant, he chose to temporarily retreat. His massive demonic body suddenly dispersed into black mist, spreading outward.
If he had been at full strength, he could have easily blocked this false Celestial Immortal’s palm strike. But earlier, to protect the Supreme Demon and escape encirclement, he had suffered a severe wound from a strike by the Benevolent Sage and a palm from the Mind Sage. After fleeing into Luocheng, he had been too preoccupied with evading using secret techniques to ever have the chance to retreat and heal, his injuries only slightly improved. Now, he had no choice but to endure humiliation and retreat first.
Within the spreading black mist, a faint light flickered, and the Marquis of Many Eyes swiftly changed several techniques, teleporting to the edge of this world.
He had barely begun to relax and prepare a counterattack when he discovered the long, powerful palm still enveloping him, the collapsing sky pressing down layer upon layer, just as before.
It felt like an inescapable fate, an immovable mountain of five fingers he could not climb over!
Terrifying pressure bore down upon him, the faint light seemingly on the verge of dispersing. Realizing escape was impossible, the Marquis of Many Eyes reformed his demonic body, towering dozens of feet tall, with black muscles coiled like iron blocks, exuding explosive power like planetary explosions.
This demonic form was covered in thousands of eyes—some sinister, some icy, some profound, some chaotic—densely packed together, sending chills down one’s spine. It was precisely the origin of the Marquis of Many Eyes’ dharma body and his infamous moniker.
Suddenly, golden light brewed within these thousands of eyes, as if about to unleash countless beams, piercing through the collapsing sky and the descending palm. The Marquis of Many Eyes held nothing back, already unleashing his most powerful and fearsome technique in response.
Yet at this moment, he saw the pale golden colossus’ three heads simultaneously open their mouths, shaking heaven and earth, and a solemn, grand voice echoed in his mind:
“Marquis of Many Eyes, you secretly possess a lineage of the Primordial Demon Dao. What punishment do you deserve?”
The Marquis of Many Eyes’ heart violently trembled, his mind filled with only one thought:
How did he know?
He had presented the lineage of his demonic sect to the Supreme Demon as a gesture of allegiance, yet secretly kept another lineage he had fortuitously acquired, reserving it as a backup plan. This was his most closely guarded secret, known to none. How could he possibly have known?
If the Supreme Demon discovered this, his future prospects would be dire!
Amidst the chaotic thoughts, the Marquis of Many Eyes committed the gravest mistake in battle—his technique faltered. By the time he steadied his mind, the palm that had overturned heaven and earth had already struck his head!
With no choice, he raised both hands to block the “heavens,” attempting to withstand the strike with his formidable, unyielding demonic body.
Crack!
With palms pressed together, the Marquis of Many Eyes sensed a terrifying force capable of grasping stars and moons. He heard the illusory cracking sounds from his Dharma Body’s arms, akin to the shattering of a mortal’s bones.
Crack!
Meng Qi’s enormous pale golden palm emanated a layer of crystalline white light, darkening and collapsing the sky. The Marquis of Many Eyes was like a trapped mosquito—his arms shattered as the blow landed squarely on his demonic form.
Heavens overturned, a realm shattered, the isolated black mist dissipated, and the Marquis of Many Eyes was directly smashed outward.
With a loud thud, he collapsed near Auntie Wang’s tofu shop, right in front of He Qi and Ren Qiusui. Several customers witnessed as his dharma body—like a pile of rotting mud—shattered into fragments, both illusory and real, utterly broken beyond repair.
The Marquis of Many Eyes had been beaten to such a state? Ren Qiusui had witnessed Dharma bodies severely injured or even destroyed before, but never had she seen a Dharma body reduced to such a pitiful, mortal-like condition—truly unbearable to behold.
This, this wasn’t an injury caused by sword techniques! She suddenly realized.
Raising her gaze, she beheld a towering golden colossus emerging from the shattered black mist, its overwhelming power almost palpable. The three heads bore expressions of tranquility, solemnity, and serenity respectively, while behind them hung the exact replica of the moon from the Mind Sage’s manifestation—as if adorned with a halo of Buddha’s radiance…
When the Mind Sage’s heart shone with enlightenment, illuminating all directions and lighting up Luocheng, far away in a secluded place, a scroll depicting the eerie scenes of the Netherworld lay flat, upon which sat three celestial beings enveloped in demonic aura.
One of them suddenly raised his head, his wild hair flying, his right hand thrust into the scroll, and his left finger pointing at the Tengu, letting out a sharp, chilling voice: “The Tengu eclipses the sun, and ten thousand ghosts roam the night!”
The Yellow Springs surged, ethereal and flowing, while Luocheng, bathed in moonlight, instantly echoed with countless mournful ghostly wails. Various spectral creatures emerged, exuding dense yin energy, as they flew through the city in search of blood to devour.
At this moment, a long sword swept down mightily, reflecting the moonlight, showering forth the most upright and righteous aura, instantly filling every corner of Luocheng and causing countless ghostly wails to evaporate.
The Benevolent Sage took action, unleashing the “Silence Before Ghosts and Gods” from the Sage’s Nine Swords!
The beams of the Haoran Sword transformed into rain, each drop striking a different ghost. Meanwhile, the sword rotated, dividing Luocheng into two realms: one where the celestial dog eclipsed the sun, countless ghosts roamed, and the strong battled; the other a darkened sky, the sun resembling the moon, seemingly on the verge of rain, yet otherwise ordinary.
The Benevolent Sage, unwilling to involve the innocent, employed the immense divine power of the “Nation of Rites and Music” to sever the two realms. This was his Dao, a progression foretold.
Before the Benevolent Sage divided the battlefield, the moonlight shone upon Luocheng, illuminating every corner, yet still failed to reveal the Supreme Demon’s whereabouts. At this moment, high above flew numerous metal dragons, one of the highest achievements of mechanical arts. Their mouths opened, holding mirrors that, with the aid of moonlight and the fluctuations of the celestial dog’s eclipse, reflected every corner of Luocheng, leaving no clue unnoticed, akin to surveillance satellites.
At this moment, the two iron pots in Auntie Wang’s tofu shop were overturned, and a figure suddenly emerged—a child of seven or eight with rosy lips and pearly white teeth. His body emitted an eerie glow, taking advantage of the celestial dog’s eclipse and the chaos of the myriad ghosts at night to escape in the confusion—clearly the Supreme Demon who had reversed aging and regained youth.
As the Nine Nether Feng Shui scroll unfurled, another demonic shadow also stretched out its right hand, conjuring a six-fingered demonic palm beside the Supreme Demon, attempting to seize him directly.
But suddenly, a palm emerged, breaking through the bounds of space, its fingers stretching wide, enveloping the six-fingered demonic hand.
Silently, the demon’s fingers split apart, flesh squirming, blooming into clusters of flowers.
When I observe the flower, its color becomes distinct!
The Mind Sage blocked a Demon Sect Heavenly King, while the Rites and Music Nation divided into two realms. A sword beam spun wildly high above, absorbing the energy of all directions, transforming into a chaotic sword radiance that directly slashed toward the Supreme Demon. Meanwhile, the air currents froze, sealing everything for eternity, as a slender sword silently thrust forward.
The Qiankun Sword joined the fray, and the numerous mechanical dragons of the Sacred Artifact unleashed concentrated beams.
A sea of blood surged forth as a twisted, pitch-black demonic sword, serpentine in form, thrust forward. The Demon Sect’s Heavenly Kings rushed to block it, forcing the Supreme Demon to endure the devastating beam. The scene descended into utter chaos.
…
Under the calm and dim sky where the sun shone like the moon, ordinary people carried on with their daily lives in Luocheng. A customer got up from Auntie Wang’s tofu shop and walked toward the street.
A trace of dark energy flickered in his eyes—the demon seed had already taken root.
The Benevolent Sage would surely separate the battlefield from the mundane world. By feigning presence elsewhere and concealing himself among ordinary people, he could calmly leave Luocheng during the celestial dog eclipse and the battle of the mighty.
As long as one demon seed bearer escapes, he can remain unharmed!
A faint smile curved the “Supreme Demon’s” lips—self-satisfied.
At that moment, there was a loud slap, and he saw a pile of mud.
“Marquis of Many Eyes?”
“Can a Dharma Body be shattered to this extent?”
Wu Daoming’s smile froze as his eyes met the gaze of a pale golden colossus towering over him.
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