plumnovel Chapter 561 - 461: Chaotic Divine Demon Form
Chapter 561 - 461: Chaotic Divine Demon Form
Tianhuang Mountain, lingering mist, majestic peaks resembling a coiled dragon.
At the main peak, the palaces of the Qian Yuan Dao Sect are scattered with perfect order, the blue bricks and dark tiles exuding the serene and detached aura of Daoism, yet subtly emanating an overwhelming majesty.
As one of the Four Sacred Lands of the Martial Arts, the Qian Yuan Dao Sect has a legacy spanning thousands of years, its ancestors having produced a Dharma Aspect Martial Saint, with profound foundations.
There are more than ten elders with Great Success in the External Realm, and a Grandmaster overseeing the Inner Realm, making it so that no other force dares to spy.
But today, this tranquility and dignity were completely shattered.
On the White Jade Square at the mountain gate, the originally smooth and mirror-like jade tiles were shattered into pieces, uneven and pitted.
Over ten figures lay disheveled on the ground, these were the elders and protectors of the Qian Yuan Dao Sect.
Each of them was in a weak state, with shocking bloodstains at the corners of their mouths, their meridians damaged, having completely lost their combat power, and looking at the figure in the center of the square with eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
The cause of all this was a man dressed in a green robe and wearing a dragon mask — Li Changkong.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the green robe billowing in the mountain wind, the aura around him deep as an abyss, yet exuding a haughty arrogance.
The blue glow flowing over the dragon mask obscured his expression, yet his casual stance seemed to have the entire Qian Yuan Dao Sect trodden under his feet.
On the steps of the grand hall, an elder in apricot-yellow Daoist robe, holding a duster, stood solemnly, it was the Sect Master of the Qian Yuan Dao Sect, Shi Qiu Daoist.
His hair and beard were all white, yet his spirit was vigorous, his brows tightly furrowed at this moment, his gaze locked firmly on Li Changkong, as waves of shock surged in his heart.
In today’s world, the names of the six Grandmasters resound throughout the Southern Heaven, each one an unparalleled expert in the Inner Realm, each with their own legacy, and with immense prestige.
But this masked man in a green robe before him was someone he had never heard of.
"Who are you? My Qian Yuan Dao Sect bears you no grudge, why have you invaded our mountain gate and harmed our disciples and elders?"
Shi Qiu Daoist’s voice carried a slight, barely noticeable tremor, not from fear, but from extreme anger and apprehension.
Li Changkong slowly turned around, the dragon mask facing Shi Qiu Daoist, replying in a low yet amused tone:
"I presume you are Sect Master Shi Qiu Daoist, indeed, renowned as you are."
He paused, his tone light yet undeniably forceful:
"I am Li Changkong, having heard of your sect’s mysterious Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture, I am greatly intrigued. Today I come to request this item from you."
"You are a wise and open-minded man, having led the Qian Yuan Dao Sect for a hundred years, surely you won’t let me go empty-handed, right?"
Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture!
Upon hearing these four words, Shi Qiu Daoist’s pupils contracted suddenly, his aura instantly turning sharp.
That is the Qian Yuan Dao Sect’s ultimate treasure, one of the four miraculous books of the martial arts, containing supreme techniques leading directly to the Martial Saint Realm, forming the foundation of the sect’s legacy, how can it be easily given away?
"Wishful thinking!"
Shi Qiu Daoist was furious beyond restraint, his duster flung, dozens of sharp strands of Primordial Qi shot towards Li Changkong like flying knives:
"The Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture is the essence of our sect, even if I have to risk my life, I will never hand it over to a maniac like you!"
"Oh? Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Li Changkong’s tone turned cold, a faint blue glow emanated around him, and those dozens of strands of Primordial Qi shattered in mid-air, turning to nothing.
Seeing this, Shi Qiu Daoist’s waist-long sword automatically unsheathed, transforming into a stream of light and falling into his hand, the blade buzzing, Dao Rhyme circulating, it was clearly an extraordinary sword.
He stepped into the air, his figure like a cloud, each sword technique he executed embodied the Daoist philosophy of peaceful inaction yet encompassing all things.
The Inner Realm enveloped the entire White Jade Square, countless Primordial Qi of heaven and earth drawn in, the Sword Light like a waterfall, each Sword Qi carrying pure Primordial Qi.
Li Changkong’s expression remained placid, neither dodging nor evading, merely gesturing with the green robe.
In an instant, countless dark green Demonic Qi surged from his body, with the Inner Realm accompanying it, transforming into a heavenly demonic force field.
"Clang clang clang——"
The dense clashing sounds were incessant, as the Sword Light collided with the heavenly demonic force field, unable to leave the slightest mark.
The two engaged in attack and defense, their figures continuously intersecting across the square and the mountain.
The aftermath of their confrontation continuously spread, the originally towering mountain peaks were carved away by Sword Qi and palm wind.
Half the mountain collapsed with a roar, rubble sliding down, filling the air with dust, engulfing the entire Qian Yuan Dao Sect.
The once lush forest was trampled flat, streams altered course, rocks turned to powder.
This earth-shattering power left the elders and protectors lying on the ground terrified, not daring to breathe loudly.
Three hundred strikes passed in an instant.
"Pfft——"
A muffled sound echoed, and Shi Qiu Daoist flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the beam of the grand hall, shattering the sturdy beam to pieces.
"How is it?"
Li Changkong walked slowly to Shi Qiu Daoist, his tone icy.
Shi Qiu Daoist looked at this demonic god-like man before him, then at the elders and disciples fallen around, as well as the flattened half of the mountain, his heart filled with despair.
He knew he was defeated, utterly defeated, and if he persisted, the entire Qian Yuan Dao Sect would be annihilated, the legacy completely severed.
In a moment, Shi Qiu Daoist seemed to age over ten years, his hair and beard turning more gray, he slowly closed his eyes, and in a hoarse voice said:
"I... I will give you the Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture, just spare the disciples of the Qian Yuan Dao Sect."
Li Changkong nodded in satisfaction:
"Those who recognize the situation are wise, rest assured, I only want the cultivation technique, I have no interest in these wastes, they do not even have the right to die by my hand."