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“The direction indicated by the Spirit-Attracting Compass is due east, right here. Everyone, be extremely cautious!”
Chunhua held the compass in his hand, its black needle pointing straight ahead. The spirit-attracting mist spread like wisps of smoke around them, and under the moonlight, the forest was eerily silent. This kept everyone on high alert, not daring to breathe loudly.
The deeper they ventured, the heavier the demonic energy became. In no time, the moonlight was completely devoured.
Suddenly—
An oppressive force descended!
With Chunhua’s warning cry of “Be careful!” the group scattered in all directions. A mass of intense flames descended where they had just stood, exploding like fireworks with a loud bang , forming a ring of fire that encircled them.
This was no ordinary fire—it was Hellfire.
Within the flames, ghostly faces could vaguely be seen. These were the hatred of those who had died tragically, fused into the Hellfire. They clawed and writhed, leaping along with the flames, emitting ear-piercing, rasping shrieks. Soon, the area within ten zhang was consumed entirely by the Hellfire, leaving only ashes drifting in the night mist.
In just moments, some of the group could no longer withstand the Hellfire’s erosion. They began coughing uncontrollably, their steps faltering, their souls teetering on the edge of separation.
Everyone’s expressions were grim, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Whoever could unleash such a technique was no ordinary demon or monster—this was clearly a formidable opponent.
As the fiery circle began to shrink, Situ disregarded Chunmao’s attempts to stop her and rushed forward.
She opened her left palm, while her right hand formed a seal. A ripple of water danced in her palm, and as the magical light coalesced, the water expanded further and further, eventually forming a water lotus. Once it grew to the size of a head, the lotus spiraled upward, unfurling into a barrier resembling cascading waves, separating the group from the Hellfire.
The Hellfire swirled outside, unable to approach, but the sight remained horrifying.
“Thank you, Senior Sister.”
Once freed from the Hellfire’s backlash, the affected disciple regained some clarity. Gasping for breath, he clutched his chest and thanked Situ.
Situ did not respond. Gone was her usual arrogance, replaced by solemnity.
Her gaze pierced through the night. Amidst the silence, even the faintest sounds of breathing were unmistakably clear. A presence approached—a presence that did not belong to any of them.
It sounded like the rustling of something hard and cold slithering through the soil, growing louder as it drew nearer, though its form remained unseen. The sound sent shivers down their spines.
Suddenly, Situ felt a chill.
Chunhua and Chunmao stood beside her, trembling fingers tapping her shoulder.
Everyone looked up, and in an instant, their faces turned deathly pale.
“Demon… Demon God…”
“She’s here…”
—Demon God.
That was how the divine realm referred to the ruler of the demon world.
Throughout history, the Demon God had always taken one form: upon gaining power from the Spirit Stone, it manifested with a terrifying and grotesque visage.
But this creature before them was far from grotesque.
Its body was serpentine, covered in black scales, its head resembling a dragon’s, wreathed in blazing ghostly flames. More than terror, it exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Even the disciples of Tiange, who had slain countless demons, could only tremble before it, their knees weak, their pupils quivering, too afraid to look directly at it.
“What… what should we do…?” The young disciple panicked. “I’ve heard the Demon God feeds on living souls and human blood to cultivate its power. It won’t let us go.”
“Run… Should we run?”
“Yes, let’s escape now and find Tianheng Jun!”
The group fell into chaos, irritating Situ.
“Shut up!” She snapped, glaring sharply. Her icy gaze somehow managed to steady a few of them. “If you think running is the solution to every difficulty, then what kind of future do you have? If this creature truly is the Demon God, where can we run to? Instead of fleeing or entrusting our fate to others, why not use your brains and try to outwit it? Perhaps we can still survive.”
Situ’s words were sharp and immediately quelled their panic. No one dared to suggest fleeing again.
Calmly, she surveyed the massive serpent circling above. Situ had heard many legends about the Demon God but had never seen it herself. This expedition was prompted by celestial omens, sending a group of lesser-known immortals to scout ahead. If there were signs of the Demon God’s movements, Tianheng Jun would lead the charge, supported by other immortals, to subdue it.
As a celestial maiden, Situ possessed numerous treasures.
While she lacked the ability to truly kill the Demon God, injuring it was not impossible.
Her fingertips flickered. “All of you set up a formation to assist me. Once I restrain this demon, send someone to find Senior Brother.”
Chunhua and Chunmao were astonished.
Their junior sister had always been frivolous, practicing cultivation sporadically. Though she held the title of celestial maiden, her abilities were mediocre at best. Yet today… she was completely different from before, which surprised them greatly.
Regardless, Situ had stabilized morale, giving the panicked group a temporary leader.
The group dispersed to the four cardinal directions, forming a sword array. Situ summoned the divine artifact Liu Tian Jade, its heavenly light piercing toward the giant serpent like blinding sunlight.
Sang Sang was trapped within the demon’s massive body, along with her human rationality.
The sudden pain caused her to roar, her tail lashing violently, shaking the earth and sky in an instant.
A red haze obscured her vision, making it difficult to see clearly.
Through the mist, she saw several flickering lights.
Humans? Immortals?
Sang Sang couldn’t make out their forms. Only one thought remained in her mind—
[Eat them.]
Eat them…
Like a ravenous beast, desire consumed her.
Sang Sang swung her tail, the Hellfire sparking like stars, continuously colliding with the water lotus barrier.
In just three strikes, cracks appeared in the barrier.
The Divine Water Lotus was one of the most indestructible objects in existence, protected by the gods. Even if all demons gathered together, breaking through it would be nearly impossible. Yet it was shattered so easily now, angering Situ while also causing her face to pale dramatically.
“No… This isn’t right.” Situ’s lips turned white. “It’s not the Demon God… It’s not the Demon God…”
It wasn’t the Demon God at all!
If it truly were the Demon God, the Divine Water Lotus wouldn’t have been broken so effortlessly.
What was it, then?
Situ couldn’t answer. Fear gripped her heart, chilling her to the bone. The last traces of color drained from her lips, leaving her face as pale as bleached paper.
Sang Sang glided through the air, coiling above their heads. With a sharp screech, the barrier shattered like cracked ice, splintering into pieces.
Situ was horrified, urgently commanding the others to reform the array.
But the array was already collapsing, on the verge of disintegration. Even holding on was merely a futile struggle.
Situ struggled to maintain control over the Divine Water Lotus, her body trembling violently. Blood seeped from between her clenched teeth as her spiritual energy drained away.
Knowing she couldn’t hold on much longer, Situ turned to Chunhua and Chunmao without looking back: “You two go first. Find Senior Brother!”
“And you, Junior Sister?”
“Only I can wield the Divine Water Lotus and Liu Tian Jade. I’ll buy you some time. Don’t argue—go!”
Situ gritted her teeth.
Unable to split her focus, she abandoned the Liu Tian Jade, using the Divine Water Lotus to give the others a chance to escape.
Chunhua and Chunmao hardened their resolve. “We’ll stay and help. You go first!”
The other disciples, tears in their eyes, hesitated but understood that now was not the time to linger.
They withdrew the array and stumbled out of the forest.
At the same time, the Divine Water Lotus extinguished completely.
But Situ had overestimated herself. A black shadow swept through the air like wind, followed by distant screams. In the blink of an eye, the disciples who had fled were slaughtered mercilessly by the demon.
Situ couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Fury surged within her, and her fingertips began to gather magical energy once more. Just as she prepared to drive the Liu Tian Jade again, Chunmao grabbed her arm, conjuring a flying horse made of paper, and forcibly pulled her onto it.
The brothers acted in perfect unison, speaking no words but working seamlessly—one covering while the other guided the horse, taking her in the opposite direction of the Demon God.
Realizing their intent, Situ’s body trembled, and she desperately kicked her legs, struggling—
“What are you doing?! Chunhua, let me go!”
“Run, Junior Sister! You saw it yourself—we’re no match for it!”
“Run? Are you blind? Didn’t you see what happened to the others? And Chunhua—he’s still—” Situ’s emotions unraveled.
Before she could finish, the presence vanished.
A stone seemed to lodge in her throat, silencing her instantly.
Situ’s eyes widened as she turned back, watching in horror as Chunhua was lifted into the air. In the blink of an eye, his cultivation and soul essence were completely absorbed into Its body.
His flesh was drained dry, turning into a sheet of paper. A gust of wind blew past, scattering him into dust.
—Nothing remained.
How could this happen…
Situ couldn’t comprehend it, much less accept the sudden turn of events.
The horse galloped wildly through the night, the demon growing farther and farther away. Situ’s eyes remained wide open, refusing to believe that someone could die so suddenly, without even leaving behind a single word. The process was so swift that her grief couldn’t catch up, leaving only a seething sense of injustice and unrelenting anger roaring in her chest.
“Put me down!”
“Chunmao, did you hear me?! I’m going back to avenge my brother!!”
The string in her mind snapped with a click , and all reason and fear were cast aside. She twisted and struggled, but no matter how hard she kicked, Chunmao remained unmoved, not uttering a single word.
Suddenly, a cold drop fell onto her face.
It wasn’t her tears.
Situ’s spine stiffened, and she stopped resisting.
She raised her head and saw Chunmao’s trembling jaw, silently weeping.
He and Chunhua were twin brothers, though they didn’t look alike. Both were highly talented, achieving the cultivation of forming a golden core before the age of twenty.
After ascending to immortality, the two spent their days playing and teasing Situ, among the few who truly treated her as a younger sister.
Situ’s lips quivered, and her eyes reddened. Desperately, she forced out four words: “Let… me… go… down.”
“You are of divine lineage—you cannot act rashly.”
For the first time, Chunmao defied Situ’s wishes, who had always indulged her.
Situ was unwilling to give up and tried to resist again. Just then, Chunhua flicked the horsewhip, and as the flying horse galloped wildly, he suddenly leaped off, wielding his sword and flying toward the approaching Demon God.
“Chunmao!!”
Situ screamed in shock and anger, wanting to rush to help him. But at some point, a binding spell had been cast on her body, and it would take a few more breaths before it dissipated. Unable to move, her face pale, she could only watch as Chunmao’s figure shrank into a tiny dot.
“Sword Technique, Activate!”
Chunmao raised two fingers, gathering energy from all directions into his palm. The once lively and naive youth now had sharp eyes, fearlessly charging toward the Demon God.
A single immortal’s cultivation could rival thousands of mortal souls.
Within Sang Sang’s body, the demonic energy surged violently. She heard her chest pounding, and a voice still whispered in her ear—
[Kill him.]
Kill him…
The fearless expression in the youth’s eyes pierced her.
For a fleeting moment, Sang Sang hesitated. Faint memories flickered in her mind, and she seemed to regain some faint recollections. But soon, those memories were devoured and replaced by the voice filled with malice.
[Kill him!!]
It roared in near fury, issuing an order.
Chunmao paused before the demon, already prepared to be killed. But the demon, seemingly stunned, delayed its attack, giving him a sliver of confidence.
No matter what, as her senior brother, he had to protect his junior sister and the others.
Chunmao’s resolve hardened, and without hesitation, he swung his sword forward.
The blade struck the vital point—the very spot where Sang Sang’s weakness lay. Though it caused no injury, it completely enraged her.
Her rationality vanished again, and the anger from being provoked made her snake tail lash out. She opened her jaws, intending to devour Chunmao whole.
At this critical moment, a figure flashed by, pulling Chunmao out of harm’s way.
Still shaken, Chunmao looked at the newcomer.
Ji Hengyu didn’t glance at him; his face was hidden in the night mist.
Being close, Chunmao could clearly feel the overwhelming chill emanating from him. Ji Hengyu had always been gentle, even his rare moments of anger were calm. Now, without saying a word, Chunmao knew that Ji Hengyu must be seething with rage.
Chunmao’s lips trembled. Only now, in front of his senior brother, did he let his guard down, his voice hoarse as he said: “…Chunhua is gone.” After a pause, “The others have also perished.”
Chunmao was overwhelmed with grief, desperately trying to suppress his sorrow and anger.
Ji Hengyu’s eyelashes twitched slightly, and he finally glanced over.
He opened his palm, and a blue-ice jade sword slowly emerged. Ji Hengyu gripped the divine sword, his voice calm yet icy: “You go first.”
Chunmao’s pupils contracted. “But…”
“Take care of them.”
Chunmao bit his lip and reluctantly turned to leave.
One person, one snake stood facing each other in the moonlit forest.
Sang Sang’s originally violent emotions strangely calmed the moment she met Ji Hengyu’s gaze.
Her serpentine eyes stared at him, and at the lotus lantern he hadn’t yet discarded, which still bore names.
Ji Hengyu.
Sang Sang.
Ji Hengyu…
Sang Sang?
Sang Sang tilted her snake head, her forked tongue flicking halfway out and forgetting to retract.
Lost in thought, she watched as Chunmao was about to escape and the moonlight was about to descend. Suddenly, the voice in her mind grew urgent—
[Go after him! Kill him!!]
[Shut up!]
Sang Sang’s head throbbed painfully, and in irritation, she commanded it to be silent.
Seemingly disbelieving her defiance, the voice fell silent for a moment before growing furious again—
[I can help you become the ruler of all demons; I can also protect you as the master of the six realms. As long as you follow my orders, heaven and earth will be within your grasp.]
Its voice fluctuated, sometimes distant, sometimes close, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.
Sang Sang’s consciousness alternated between clarity and haziness.
She wanted to take a closer look at the lantern and didn’t want to listen to this voice at all.
Every time it spoke, her mind trembled violently, causing her unbearable pain. She rolled on the ground, howling, destroying the surrounding vegetation.
A constant desire tormented her chest. That seductive voice undoubtedly plunged her deeper into despair. Sang Sang didn’t know what was happening to her. She only knew she didn’t want to become like this, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free. The more she fought, the deeper she sank.
It was like being trapped in a swamp, watching herself be swallowed. A familiar voice suddenly pierced through—
“Where is my wife?”
Sang Sang’s breathing quickened, and she immediately stopped rolling.
With great difficulty, she lifted her head, her vertical pupils dilating. A clear figure reflected in her crimson eyes.
The man stood mid-air, looking down coldly.
The raging wind whipped his wide sleeves, his lowered eyes devoid of emotion, exuding indifference and disdain.
He still held the lantern. Seeing it, Sang Sang calmed somewhat.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ji Hengyu crushed the lantern, and Sang Sang’s pupils contracted into thin lines, watching as the small lamp turned to ashes.
Her heart ached, but her awareness cleared slightly.
Only disgust remained in Ji Hengyu’s eyes. With restrained patience, he asked again—
“Where is my wife?”
Sang Sang didn’t understand. She didn’t know who this was. She only knew that the moment he appeared, that voice was easily driven away, and her chaotic emotions gradually settled.
Sang Sang preferred his scent and wanted to pull him into her embrace.
To show friendliness, her massive body collapsed to the ground with a thud. Her tail swayed, ready to expose her belly and act coyly when Ji Hengyu suddenly thrust his sword forward.
His expression shattered, his sword intent fierce.
Even though Sang Sang tried to dodge, his sword still pierced through her chest.
“ROAR—!”
Sang Sang cried out in pain, her tail instinctively wrapping around his waist and flinging him away with great force.
Hurt.
She didn’t understand hurt, but the emotion that surged in that instant was unmistakably hurt.
Sang Sang tightly curled her soft body, now alert. Even her belly was fiercely protected by her tail. Blood flowed down from the wound in her chest, draining her consciousness.
Ji Hengyu was flung into the air, barely steadying himself. Seeing her attempt to flee, he chased after her again, sword in hand.
There was no mistake—she carried traces of Sang Sang’s scent.
Had she been devoured?
The image of his wife’s smiling face flashed in his mind. Ji Hengyu’s eyes darkened, all gentleness erased, replaced by pure malice.
His hand trembled, unable to control the leaking sword qi.
Everywhere he passed left sword marks. Ji Hengyu had completely lost his composure, his sword light covering the sky and earth, relentlessly pursuing the giant serpent, slicing her inch by inch.
This wasn’t pursuit—it was torment.
Ji Hengyu’s mind went blank. The methods he once despised were now unleashed upon the demon.
Where was Sang Sang?
Where was his Sang Sang?
Ji Hengyu refused to think of the worst possibility, refused to let his beloved die, but he absolutely wouldn’t let the hated live either!
The sword light fell like rain.
Some strikes were blocked by scales, others tore through, flesh splitting open.
As the crescent moon descended another inch, the ghostly flames surrounding Sang Sang noticeably dimmed.
Sang Sang was in excruciating pain, yet she had no choice but to run.
The demonic energy began to dissipate, but It still whispered in her mind, urging her to turn back, to drain him dry, tempting her with promises of becoming the sole god of heaven and earth.
Her consciousness began to blur again.
Countless wounds covered her body, blood seeping into the soil, leaving terrifying trails.
Finally—
It escaped her control. Her strength completely depleted, and as the final Thousand Swords Technique descended, Sang Sang collapsed in the center of the sword array.
She gasped for breath, her vertical pupils tightening as she watched the white figure approach step by step.
“It’s nothing more than this.”
Ji Hengyu sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
“I’ll carve open your belly and see if she’s inside.”
The bloody tip of the sword pointed at Sang Sang’s abdomen.
Sang Sang raised her head.
Her eyes were clear and bright; the clouds had unknowingly dispersed, and the pure moonlight poured into her eyes, reflecting his cold figure.
These eyes inexplicably merged with the image of her beloved.
Ji Hengyu froze, his chest tightening, his hand gripping the sword hesitating to strike.
In that fleeting moment of hesitation, someone seized the opportunity.
Swish—!
An arrow cut through the night sky, embedding itself in flesh.
Ji Hengyu grunted, glancing at the rapidly spreading bloodstain on his shoulder. He parted his lips—
“Ning Xiaoyao…”
The poison from the arrow numbed his tongue, and he collapsed silently. Before his consciousness faded, he saw the Demon God slowly transforming into human form.
Ji Hengyu tried to see her face, but the black mist grew thicker, obscuring his vision.
Someone flew in and lifted her up.
The person wore a silver moon mask, their features hidden, revealing only a pair of cold, hateful eyes—
Afterward, crushing darkness descended…
He closed his eyes, sinking completely into unconsciousness.
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