NABC Chapter 2007 The Demon's Might Reaches the Heavens
Chapter 2007 The Demon's Might Reaches the Heavens
Chapter 2007 The Demon's Might Reaches the Heavens
Above the sky, the powerful ripples caused by Chen Fei achieving thirty kills had not yet completely subsided.
"Buzz!"
Another magnificent ripple, no less powerful than any other, roared out from the other end of the sky. Pure and righteous white light soared into the heavens, reflecting off the ripples caused by Chen Fei and illuminating a large part of the sky as if it were daytime.
He was the cultivator who was the first to achieve the twenty kills, triggering the first Vast Sky Reflection Phenomenon.
At that moment, he successfully killed the thirtieth fifteenth-level demonic cultivator. The radiant star to which he belonged suddenly shone brightly, its size subtly expanding, and the pressure and Daoist aura it emitted were even stronger than Chen Fei's star.
The two 30-kill Haoran Stars standing side by side were like two giant lighthouses lit up in the dim sky.
But this... is far from over.
Or perhaps, after the fierce battles and accumulation of experience in the early stages, more top cultivators finally broke through the critical point.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
Immediately afterwards, in two other relatively distant celestial realms, almost simultaneously, two more majestic pillars of light rose up.
The beam of light pierced through the heavens and earth, eventually slowly coalescing into two new, softly white star-like phantoms high in the sky.
Two more cultivators successfully killed twenty level 15 demonic cultivators, achieving the feat of "Vast Sky Reflecting the Vastness".
Thus, the sky, which originally had only four bright stars, suddenly transformed into a spectacular sight of six stars side by side.
Compared to the six hideous, glaring demonic spots on the other side of the sky, exuding endless bloodlust and violence, they formed a clear and confrontational situation.
With six against six, the numbers were surprisingly evenly matched.
This scene deeply shocked countless cultivators in the Demon Lotus Realm who were either fighting bloody battles or struggling to hide.
Above the canyon, Chen Fei stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the six stars in the sky, standing side by side with the six demonic spots, his gaze slightly fluctuating.
"boom!"
Just as Chen Fei's various thoughts were surfacing, the largest and most terrifying demonic spot in the sky, which seemed to be formed from endless demonic blood, suddenly burst out with an indescribable scarlet black light.
This light instantly overwhelmed all the white light emitted by the six Radiant Stars, like a black, destructive sun that had ruthlessly descended upon the world.
Wherever the black light passed, the vast ripples that had just been spreading and undulating quickly dimmed and distorted, as if they had encountered their nemesis, and were eventually forcibly dispersed by the domineering and incomparable scarlet black light.
The entire sky, more than half of the area, was instantly shrouded in this suffocating blood-red darkness.
An aura of destruction and oppression, far heavier than ever before, crashed down on the hearts of every cultivator who sensed this scene.
The aura emanating from that demonic spot was clearly fifty kills.
This seems to be a signal.
"Buzz!"
Following closely behind, the other demonic spot that had previously achieved thirty kills erupted with a monstrous black light, and its killing aura suddenly surged to the level of forty kills.
Meanwhile, the two demonic spots that had previously achieved twenty kills also shone brightly with black light, their kill counts soaring, and they both stepped into the threshold of thirty kills.
Even the last two demonic spots, which originally only had twenty kills each, were visibly deepening and intensifying their bloodthirstiness and darkness.
The edges of the demonic spots writhed violently, as if new killings were being rapidly branded onto them, clearly indicating that the thirty kills were not far off.
In just a few breaths, the situation in the sky underwent a dramatic reversal.
The six demonic spots emitted light that merged together, transforming into a blood-red demonic realm that covered most of the sky.
The number of kills they represent is chilling: one with fifty kills, one with forty kills, two with thirty kills, and two approaching thirty kills.
In contrast, the six righteous stars on the cultivator's side, although still stubbornly emitting white light, appeared so frail under the overwhelming crimson and black light.
The seemingly balanced situation was suddenly shattered, and the demonic cultivators' overall strength and killing efficiency gave them an overwhelming advantage.
Below, Zheng Hongtao and Le Boyang looked up at the suddenly changing celestial phenomena. The slight excitement that had just appeared on their faces because Chen Fei had achieved thirty kills vanished instantly.
The situation within the entire Demon Lotus Realm did not improve with the addition of two Haoran Yingkongs; on the contrary, it became worse and more despairing.
That brief period of balance now seems more like a cruel joke.
"Chen Fei..."
Le Boyang looked worriedly at Chen Fei, who was still standing quietly beside him, and was about to say something.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
Above the heavens, another strange event occurs.
Just as the light of the six demonic spots reached its peak, three crimson pillars of blood, imbued with an astonishing aura of slaughter, rose up again without warning in three relatively remote celestial domains.
The pillar of blood shot into the sky, frantically devouring the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) and 规则力 (law and order), rapidly condensing and solidifying.
The next moment, three brand-new demonic spots, like three newly opened demonic eyes, carrying the rich, bloody aura of twenty kills, slowly imprinted themselves on the sky.
Nine!
Nine demonic spots, like nine towering demonic mountains, emitted a suffocating blood-red light, completely surrounding and suppressing the six righteous stars, including Chen Feixingchen.
At this moment, all the cultivators who sensed the changes in the celestial phenomena felt a chilling coldness and a sense of powerlessness rising in their hearts.
The initial excitement brought by the illusion of six against six has now turned into the sharpest irony.
It turns out, there was never a truly evenly matched contest!
Chen Fei stared at the terrifying sight of nine stars pressing down on him in the sky. His gaze became more serious than ever before. The calmness on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a deep worry and a sense of urgency.
Nine demonic cultivators who achieved more than twenty kills each meant that the demonic cultivators had nine top hunters whose strength far surpassed that of their peers. Moreover, there were terrifying individuals among them with fifty or forty kills.
If the situation continues to develop in this way, the fifteenth-level cultivators in other areas, given such a disparity in strength, will likely be quickly eliminated and slaughtered by these top-tier demonic cultivators, like harvested straw.
At that time, the power of cultivators throughout the entire Demon Lotus Realm will be weakened to the extreme, or even completely wiped out.
When that time comes, Chen Fei will not be able to withstand the combined attack of a large number of level 15 demonic cultivators.
Chen Fei's cultivation level is ultimately only at the late stage of the fifteenth level, which is an unavoidable weakness.
Although the linked array is powerful, it ultimately has its limits.
Just as Chen Fei's thoughts were racing, another strange change occurred in the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The nine demonic spots, each originally radiating a blood-red light, seemed to be drawn by some unseen force, and simultaneously began to vibrate violently. The blood-red light flowed across the surface of the demonic spots, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.
In the next instant, a jet-black pillar of light, with crimson lightning crackling around its edges, was born from nothingness without warning. Like a ferocious demonic dragon, it swiftly and instantly linked the nine demonic spots in the sky together.
Nine stars aligned, demonic power overwhelming!
And this is just the beginning.
The jet-black beam of light connecting the nine demonic spots abruptly changed direction the moment it took shape, carrying an intent to destroy everything, and enveloped the six righteous stars in the distance.
"what happened?"
This sudden and earth-shattering change caused Zheng Hongtao and Le Boyang, who were below who were filled with worry, to change their expressions drastically. Almost instinctively, the two of them looked at Chen Fei beside them at the same time.
The moment the dark pillar of light appeared, Chen Fei's pupils contracted sharply. He felt an extremely strong lock-on, aimed directly at him... and all the owners of the Vast Star.
Chen Fei instantly understood something, abruptly turned his head to look at Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao, and said in a deep voice:
"Grandmaster, Fellow Daoist Zheng, you should first find a hidden ley line node to hide in!"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Fei made a fist with his right hand, and the array dragon pearl that had been lurking deep in the earth's veins burst out of the ground, turning into a stream of light and falling into his palm.
Almost at the same time that he obtained the Dragon Ball, a semi-transparent, blood-red beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, completely enveloping Chen Fei's figure.
"Chen Fei!" Le Boyang exclaimed in shock, instinctively reaching out to grab him, only to grasp nothingness.
The crimson beam of light flashed and disappeared in an instant, along with Chen Fei within it, vanishing without a trace.
"Fellow Daoist Le, look up at the sky!" Zheng Hongtao suddenly pointed to the heavens.
Le Boyang suppressed his fear and looked up.
The sky, which was originally shrouded in dark pillars of light, had undergone a dramatic transformation.
A colossal, illusory arena, forged entirely from some unknown dark gold metal and with countless ancient battle runes engraved on its edges, appeared out of thin air and replaced the sky.
On one side of the training ground were six cultivators, including Chen Fei, who had achieved the Great Void Reflection.
On the other side were nine figures exuding overwhelming demonic energy and menacing aura; they were the nine possessors of the demonic spots.
They were like nine demon gods from the deepest hell, their eyes filled with cruelty, bloodlust, and mockery, fixed firmly on the six cultivators opposite them.
Immediately afterwards, a ripple of rules containing special information spread out from the illusory image of the martial arts arena in the sky, instantly spreading throughout the entire Thousand Lotus Demon Realm.
All the cultivators and demonic cultivators in this realm instantly understood everything that had just happened, and the meaning that the martial arts arena in the sky represented.
The rules indicate that the demonic cultivators who achieved twenty kills successfully initiated the final stage of the killing spree by virtue of their numerical advantage of nine members.
All six cultivators who had achieved the twenty kills were forcibly dragged into this special battlefield formed by the rules of the Demon Lotus Realm, the Azure Sky Martial Arts Arena.
The demonic cultivators were the first to propose a group free-for-all, with nine demons versus six cultivators, indiscriminately engaging in a chaotic battle.
However, this proposal was unanimously rejected by the monks.
Since the cultivators refused to engage in group combat, according to the ancient rules of the Demon Lotus Realm, the power to choose the method of battle temporarily fell into the hands of the demon cultivators.
The final showdown will be a one-on-one arena battle.
Starting with the demonic cultivators, those with the lowest kill points will challenge the cultivators in turn.
A challenged cultivator can choose to accept the challenge or refuse.
If they accept the challenge, both sides will enter the training ground for a life-or-death battle.
The battle allows for surrender. Once a surrender is made, all the original lotus seeds possessed by the surrenderer will automatically belong to the victor. At the same time, all of their kill counts will be reset to zero, and the divine soul suppression they have been subjected to in this realm will be restored to its original and most severe state.
If one refuses to fight, the number of Origin Lotus Seeds possessed by the one who refuses to fight will be directly halved, and the number of kills achieved will also be halved. The direct consequence of this is that the divine soul suppression experienced in this realm will be strengthened to the level corresponding to half the number of kills.
Most importantly, the rules clearly stipulate that at this stage, only the demonic cultivators can initiate the challenge.
The demonic cultivator can choose any one of the six cultivators opposite as their opponent.
Unless someone on the cultivators' side wins a duel, they cannot regain the initiative and turn the tables and start the challenge.
This means that the six monks will be completely on the defensive until they win their first victory.
They could only watch helplessly as the demonic cultivators, leveraging their numerical advantage, employed a targeted, strategic approach, gradually weakening and even killing off the cultivators' forces.
The situation was extremely dire for the cultivators.
Beyond the Thousand-Petaled Demon Lotus Realm, deep within the void.
Liao Ruiheng leaned lazily against the Demon Jade Throne, the corners of his scarlet robe drooping, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, producing a rhythmic sound.
His deep, unfathomable eyes pierced through layers of barriers, watching with great interest the fifteen distinct, tense figures in the world below.
Within the Thousand Lotus Realm, at the summit of the heavens, within the illusory image of the Azure Sky Martial Arts Arena.
During the brief period of safety created by the power of the rules, both cultivators and demonic cultivators were sizing up their opponents, and the air was filled with a suffocating killing intent.
However, regardless of whether they were cultivators or demonic cultivators, the vast majority of people's eyes would involuntarily fall on Chen Fei after scanning the area.
There was no other reason than that among the fifteen powerful individuals present, apart from Chen Fei, who was at the late stage of the fifteenth rank, the other fourteen were all at the limit of the fifteenth rank.
The difference in cultivation level was too glaring in a confrontation at this level.
Moreover, a closer look at the quality of the foundations built by both sides reveals an even more despairing gap in strength.
The Xuan Yuan Dao Foundation is arguably the most basic among those present, and there are only two of them: one is a cultivator, and the other is a demonic cultivator. The rest are almost all Earth Yuan Dao Foundation cultivators.
Even the Heavenly Origin Dao Foundation of the demonic cultivators is a being capable of killing fifty people.
With such a comparison, the superiority is immediately apparent.
The demonic cultivators have gained a huge advantage in both the quantity and quality of their top-tier combat power.
With Chen Fei's mere late-stage fifteenth-level cultivation, it would be difficult for him to go unnoticed.
"Hey, Lai Tai-hong, for this first round, are you going first, or am I?"
In the demonic cultivator camp, Pang Yan'en, a tall, muscular demonic cultivator radiating the energy of the Earthly Dao Foundation, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and spoke in a deep, booming voice to Lai Taihong, a demonic cultivator beside him who had forged the Profound Origin Dao Foundation.
Both of them had recently reached the twenty-kill mark, and according to the rules, the one with the lowest kill count would initiate the challenge.
Lai Taihong's eyes flickered as he quickly scanned the six cultivators opposite him, lingering for a moment on Chen Fei and another cultivator whose aura was relatively weaker. Then, he gave a sinister smile and waved his hand:
"Brother Pang is incredibly strong. It's more appropriate for him to take the credit for this great start. I won't make a fool of myself by doing so."
He was meticulous and the first to go on stage was the most unpredictable; he didn't want to risk that.
"Haha, alright, then I won't stand on ceremony for this first credit!"
Upon hearing this, Pang Yan'en let out a wild laugh and, without further hesitation, took a step forward.
"Boom!"
Pang Yan'en's towering demonic body crashed heavily into the circular dueling area marked by the power of rules in the center of the martial arts arena, like a burning meteorite.
Dark red demonic flames rose, making him appear like a fire demon god.
Pang Yan'en raised his thick arm, pointed his finger, and pointed without hesitation at Yun Zihan, the cultivator in the cultivator camp who had forged the Xuan Yuan Dao Foundation. His voice was booming, full of provocation and killing intent:
"You in the blue shirt, yes, you, come up here and die!"
Upon being challenged by Pang Yan'en by name, Yun Zihan's expression darkened, and his face instantly turned ugly.
Yun Zihan's fist clenched involuntarily and slowly inside his sleeve, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He could feel the surging, violent power emanating from Pang Yan'en, the power of a demonic cultivator at the pinnacle of the Earthly Dao Foundation, and the undisguised, bloodthirsty killing intent that seemed intent on tearing him apart.
Should we go up and fight?
The thought flashed through Pang Yan'en's mind for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.
Although he was at the fifteenth level limit, he had only forged the Profound Origin Dao Foundation. Whether it was the strength of his Yuan Power or his control over the rules, he was far inferior to someone with the Earth Origin Dao Foundation.
Once he steps onto the field, in a life-or-death struggle, his probability of defeat is over 80%, and he may not even have the chance to admit defeat.
Even ants try to survive. He has cultivated diligently for countless years and endured countless hardships to reach his current level. How can he so easily give up his life?
However... if we do not fight, we will have to bear the punishment of the rules: our original lotus seeds will be halved, our kill count will be halved, and our strength will be forcibly weakened by the rules.
Both choices were like dead ends leading to the abyss. In the end, the instinct for survival, and a deep fear of Pang Yan'en's absolute strength, overwhelmed all dignity and wishful thinking.
Yun Zihan slowly unclenched his fist, took a deep breath, and said slowly:
"I surrender!"
"Buzz!"
The moment the word "defeat" was uttered, the rules responded automatically.
The originally bright and righteous light surrounding Yun Zihan dimmed by more than half, like a candle flame blown by a strong wind, and his aura also plummeted.
At the same time, the bright star that originally belonged to Yun Zihan and had just risen in the sky completely lost its light and disappeared into the void, as if it had been forcibly erased from the starry sky.
Then, a total of thirty-two primordial lotus seeds, radiating pure and gentle light, flew out of his sleeve uncontrollably, transforming into a stream of light that shot straight toward the smug Pang Yan'en in the center of the arena.
Pang Yan'en grabbed all thirty-two lotus seeds with his large hand, and feeling the immense energy within them, his face revealed undisguised ecstasy and greed.
In the first battle, the enemy's strength was weakened without bloodshed.
(End of this chapter)