The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse roared:
“Shut up!”
But he charged forward again.
The White Bone Old Monster and the Myriad Souls Sect Martial God could only follow.
The Sacred Lands’ powerhouses likewise exerted themselves to suppress the Demon Lord.
Because Wang Hao’s words were harsh.
But they struck straight at the soul.
Line up to call someone father?
No one was willing.
Especially not these Martial Gods who stood at the very summit of the Nine Provinces.
They would rather die in battle than live as dogs at the feet of a half-immortal.
The wrinkles on the Taiyin Old Matriarch’s face deepened.
She took out a silver hairpin.
It looked utterly ordinary, but the instant it appeared, all the cold energy between heaven and earth surged toward her.
“Taiyin Sacred Land, lend me the full strength of the ancestral artifact for one breath.”
She drove the silver hairpin into her brow.
Blood trickled down.
The projection of the Taiyin Ancient Mirror suddenly solidified by another third.
Its cold radiance descended, freezing the half-immortal demonic energy around the Demon Lord for an instant.
The Sword Ruins powerhouse also spat out a mouthful of heart blood.
“Sword Ruins disciples, borrow the sword and never return it.”
The sword mountain behind him thundered.
An ancient sword projection was drawn halfway out of the void.
Only half of it emerged, yet the clouds across the Nine Heavens split apart.
The Golden Watchtower Sacred Land Martial God burned his divine blood, sending the projection of a golden palace crashing down upon the Demon Lord’s head.
The Blood Lotus Valkyrie stepped barefoot through the air. With every step she took, a blood lotus bloomed beneath her feet.
“Blood Lotus, bloom in the ninth grade.”
“Today, we kill a half-immortal.”
The demonic sects fought with equal desperation.
The Blood Prison’s heart pounded at its limit.
The White Bone Old Monster’s bone flame burned into a sickly-green canopy across the sky.
The Myriad Souls Sect Martial God thrust the Myriad Souls Banner into his own chest, trading the banner’s devouring of his soul for the power of a single strike.
This was not a battle between righteousness and evil.
This was a battle for survival.
As long as the Demon Lord remained standing, no one would sleep peacefully.
Attacks from every direction descended at once.
The half-immortal demonic aura was finally forced down for a single instant.
That was the instant Wang Hao had been waiting for.
He raised his hand.
The ninth floor of the Thunder Abyss Suppression Demon Pagoda slowly opened.
Inside the pagoda, one final purple thunder dragon remained.
This was his strongest trump card among his anomalous artifacts.
The previous strike had cracked the point where the Demon Lord and the Demon Lord had fused.
This strike had to sever the leyline demon pillar.
“Thunder Abyss.”
“Open the ninth floor.”
Boom!
All nine levels of the pagoda lit up at once.
Purple lightning surged from within like an ocean.
A purple thunder dragon poked its head out.
Its dragon eyes were icy cold.
Suppression-demon laws coiled around its horns.
The instant it appeared, all the demonic energy between heaven and earth recoiled.
The Demon Lord abruptly turned his head.
He knew what Wang Hao was planning.
“You dare!”
Wang Hao bared his teeth in a grin.
“What does Your Majesty have to fear?”
“Senior, it’s not as though you just met me today.”
The purple thunder dragon roared out.
Its target was not the Demon Lord.
It was the leyline demon pillar beneath his feet.
The Demon Lord took a step forward to intercept the thunder dragon.
The Martial Gods surged forward at the same time.
Taiyin frost-light sealed the heavens.
Yellow Springs death energy locked down the earth.
The ancestral sword intent cleaved across the void.
A giant made of blood sea wrapped itself around half the Demon Lord’s body.
A canopy of white bones entangled his legs.
The golden palace projection smashed down upon his head.
A divine blood-lotus blade stabbed toward the opening in the immortal gate.
In that instant, everyone fought with their lives on the line.
The Demon Lord roared.
The full might of a half-immortal erupted.
Boom!
The blood-sea giant shattered.
The canopy of white bones collapsed.
The Yellow Springs chains broke inch by inch.
The Taiyin Old Matriarch was sent flying backward, and the silver hairpin embedded in her brow shattered into powder.
The sword in the Sword Ruins powerhouse’s hand broke halfway.
The Golden Watchtower Sacred Land Martial God’s chest exploded, golden blood scattering across the sky.
The Blood Lotus Valkyrie’s shoulder was pierced by demonic energy, and half her body turned black.
But they had bought that single instant.
The purple thunder dragon slammed into the leyline demon pillar.
Crack!
A fissure appeared across the pillar’s surface.
But it did not break.
Wang Hao’s gaze darkened.
Not enough.
The half-immortal anchor was tougher than he had imagined.
Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of golden light and charged directly toward the leyline demon pillar.
If Han Shanyue had been there, he would certainly have cursed Wang Hao for being insane.
Wang Hao himself thought he had gone mad.
But he had no choice.
The thunder dragon had already been unleashed.
If this strike failed to sever the pillar, his final opportunity would be wasted.
He gripped the New Heavenly Son Sword.
The sword spirit shrieked.
“Master!”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t going in?”
Wang Hao replied:
“Your Majesty is just finishing him off.”
The New Heavenly Son Sword howled:
“That’s called throwing yourself onto the dinner table!”
Wang Hao swung his sword.
The Nine Heaven-Opening Swords!
First Sword: Opening a Thread in Heaven!
Second Sword: Severing the Sea!
Third Sword: Splitting the Mountain!
Fourth Sword: Slaying the Stars!
Four swords struck in succession, their sword-light layering over the fissure created by the purple thunder dragon.
The crack in the demon pillar widened.
The Demon Lord raised his hand and struck down with his palm.
The half-immortal palm print blotted out the heavens and earth.
Wang Hao’s scalp tingled.
But he did not retreat.
If he retreated, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
He raised his left palm.
Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm!
First Palm!
Second Palm!
Third Palm!
Fourth Palm!
Fifth Palm!
Sixth Palm!
Seventh Palm!
Eighth Palm!
Ninth Palm!
Nine palms merged into one!
A gigantic golden palm met the half-immortal palm print head-on.
It blocked it for only an instant.
Boom!
The golden palm shattered.
The aftershock of the half-immortal strike slammed into Wang Hao.
The shield formed from the will of the people activated on its own.
It should have been able to withstand the full-force strike of a peak Martial God, but before the aftershock of a half-immortal, it lasted less than half a breath.
Crack!
The shield shattered.
Wang Hao was sent flying, several ribs breaking as blood dyed his imperial robe red.
But before the blow could send him away, he pressed the second Immortal-Severing Anchor Talisman into the fissure in the leyline demon pillar.
“Sealing successful.”
Wang Hao coughed up blood and smiled.
“Break for Your Majesty!”
The Immortal-Severing Anchor Talisman lit up.
The purple thunder dragon’s remaining power erupted.
The Heaven-Opening sword qi tore apart the fissure.
A gray-gold radiance from the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger pressed down.
Three forces exploded at the same time.
Boom!
The leyline demon pillar snapped in the middle.
Black demonic light shot into the sky.
The Demon Lord’s second breath of absorption failed completely.
The dark immortal gate behind him shook violently. The gap in it widened again, nearly ripping the entire gate frame apart.
The half-immortal Dao Fruit rebounded.
The ancestral sword wound across the Demon Lord’s chest suddenly exploded.
Black half-immortal blood sprayed through the air.
A strange laugh rang out between heaven and earth.
It was the lingering voice of the Demon Lord.
“This lord…”
“So you have your day as well…”
The Demon Lord’s expression became ugly for the first time.
It was not anger.
It was the pain caused by the imbalance of his Dao Fruit.
The Martial Gods were greatly invigorated at the sight.
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse, his face covered in blood, threw back his head and laughed.
“It broke!”
“It really broke!”
The White Bone Old Monster coughed up a mouthful of bone flame.
“Wang Hao, you damn bastard, you’re actually useful!”
Wang Hao crashed into the ruins in the distance.
The New Heavenly Son Sword bounced out beside him, its blade bent into a bizarre arc.
“Master.”
“I think I’m about to break.”
Wang Hao struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t worry.”
“You’re an anomalous artifact.”
“Even if you break, you can still be put back together.”
The New Heavenly Son Sword replied indignantly:
“Then why don’t you put yourself back together?”
Wang Hao answered seriously:
“Your Majesty is more expensive.”
The New Heavenly Son Sword fell silent.
The Demon Lord raised his head.
His aura was no longer stable.
The might of a half-immortal was still terrifying, but it now fluctuated noticeably.
The first anchor had been severed.
The second anchor had been broken.
Of three breaths, two had failed.
Only one location remained.
The remnant source in the Ancestral Nest’s Lake of Human Skin.
That was also where the Demon Lord had first devoured the Demon Lord.
If the third anchor were severed as well, his half-immortal Dao Fruit would rebound for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
That single incense stick might be the only opening the Martial Gods of the world would ever have to kill him.
But everyone understood.
The third anchor would be the hardest.
Because it was behind the Demon Lord.
In the deepest reaches of the Ancestral Nest.
Beneath the projection of the dark immortal gate.
To sever the third anchor, they would have to approach the Demon Lord once more.
And now, the Demon Lord had completely resolved to kill.
He slowly raised his head and looked toward Wang Hao, three hundred li away.
Yes.
After Wang Hao had been blasted away, he had not crawled toward the center of the battlefield.
The first thing he did after getting back to his feet was continue retreating.
He withdrew three hundred li in a single breath.
He was now standing atop a broken mountain outside Black Heaven City.
The Myriad Contracts Origin Seal was still in his hand.
His posture was exceptionally steady.
The distance was exceptionally safe.
At least, he himself thought it was safe.
The Demon Lord’s icy voice traveled three hundred miles.
“Wang Hao.”
“You think retreating there means this lord can no longer kill you?”
Wang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood and straightened his imperial crown.
“You misunderstand, Senior.”
“It’s not that I’m afraid you’ll kill me.”
“I’m merely worried about interfering with the other seniors’ performance.”
The Martial Gods: “…”
Not a single one of them believed him.
Yet Wang Hao had already raised the surviving fragment of the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger.
Gray-gold light illuminated the battlefield.
“Everyone!”
“Good news!”
“The Earth Vein Demon Pillar has been severed!”
“The Demon Lord has failed to complete two breaths!”
“Bad news!”
“He still has one final anchor!”
Every Martial God’s expression darkened at once.
Wang Hao pointed toward the depths of the ancestral nest.
“The remaining source of the Skin-Lake!”
“Sever that, and his half-immortal Dao Fruit will suffer backlash for the time it takes an incense stick to burn!”
“If we don’t sever it, then the wounds we’ve suffered, the blood we’ve spilled, and the ancestral artifacts we’ve shattered will all have been for nothing!”
The Taiyin Old Matriarch’s gaze turned cold.
The Yellow Springs Ancestor tightened his grip on the broken chain.
The Sword Ruins powerhouse stared silently at the broken sword in his hand.
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse gnashed his teeth.
The White Bone Old Monster’s skeletal flames swayed.
They all knew Wang Hao was provoking them again.
But they knew even better that what he said was true.
The Demon Lord stood before the shattered ancestral nest.
The Dark Immortal Gate trembled behind him.
Half-immortal blood dripped from his fingertips.
Every drop of blood crushed a section of the void.
He had clearly been wounded.
Yet he had become even more dangerous.
Like an ancient black dragon mauled by a pack of wolves, he had finally opened his true, murderous eyes.
“Since you all wish to die…”
“This lord shall grant your wish.”
The Demon Lord spread both arms.
The Dark Immortal Gate suddenly opened a narrow slit.
All the remaining demonic energy, deathly aura, resentment, and blood qi within the ruins of Black Heaven City surged toward him.
He intended to forcibly complete his third breath.
He intended to use every Martial God present as a sacrifice to complete his flawed half-immortal Dao Fruit.
Watching this scene, Wang Hao’s eyelids twitched violently.
“This won’t do.”
“A half-immortal gone mad is harder to fight than a half-immortal who’s willing to reason.”
The New Heavenly Son Sword asked in a small voice:
“Master, should we charge in?”
Wang Hao glanced at it.
“Do you want to die?”
The New Heavenly Son Sword immediately shook its head.
“No.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Then let them go first.”
He retreated another ten miles.
Then, using the Myriad Contracts Origin Seal, he amplified his voice to its absolute limit.
“Seniors!”
“The third round begins!”
“Whoever charges into the ancestral nest first will be named the foremost hero of the Nine Provinces’ Anti-Demon Ascension Alliance!”
“After the battle, you’ll have first pick of Black Heaven City’s spoils!”
“If you die in battle, I will personally inscribe your monument!”
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse roared:
“Wang Hao!”
“What else can you do besides shouting from the rear?”
Wang Hao raised a hand to wipe away the blood at his lips, his smile brilliant.
“I can keep accounts, too.”
“And I keep them very accurately.”
“Don’t retreat, everyone.”
“Anyone who retreats will have their name written at the very top of the Demon Lord’s list of accomplices.”
The heavens and earth fell silent for an instant.
The next moment—
the Martial Gods of the sacred lands, the demonic giants, and the ancient rogue cultivators all charged toward the ancestral nest in fury.
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
