Immortal Path to Heaven

Chapter 1007: The Voices of Gods and Demons

Spiritual power and gravel burned fiercely. Flames soared into the sky as if they could burn everything in this world to ashes. Especially that overbearing roar, it set off a fierce wind. The wind aided the fire, making the burning black flames even more terrifying to an indescribable degree.

Ou Yangming’s face was pale, and he gritted his teeth. He took a heavy step forward, and a muffled thunder-like sound came from his body. Under this enormous pressure, all of his bones were pressed toward his heart. His body lowered, but his gaze was persistent. After taking this step, the young fellow became even closer to Ji Haoran. He was only over 33 meters away, but he still did not make a move. His patience was even better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.

If he did not move, so be it. If he moved, he would aim to kill Ji Haoran in one strike. He would not give the man a chance to catch his breath.

“Roar—”

This roar was even louder. It carried an overbearing force that could overturn heaven and earth. It wanted to bend one’s spine and make one submit.

Ji Haoran felt his head sink. He felt as if thousands of fine needles had pierced his head at the same time. A sharp pain struck him. His feet swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

Zang Jian’s internal organs shifted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Nonetheless, his gaze was even more determined and persistent.

He Jian also staggered. He secretly adjusted his Qi and stabilized his stance.

‘Chance!’ This word suddenly appeared in Ou Yangming’s mind. His center of gravity was lowered, and his body leaned forward as if he could not bear the pressure and fell.

When Ou Yangming’s body was at a 60-degree angle from the ground, his legs suddenly straightened, and he stomped hard on the ground like a roc with its wings spread wide open. His gaze was sharp as he pounced toward Ji Haoran. The young fellow’s white armor that was made of spiritual Qi made rippling violent waves as though a 5-tonne meteorite had suddenly crashed down on the calm surface of a lake. One could imagine the waves that were stirred up.

In just a short moment, the white armor was covered with densely packed cracks, and it could break at any time.

Ji Haoran was first shocked, but he then revealed a mocking expression. ‘He actually dares to make a move in the depths of the black flames. He’s simply foolish!’ His reaction was not slow at all. First, the man communicated with his dantian to stabilize the Spiritual Qi Armor on his body. At the same time, he slid to the side and retreated. He believed that unless Ou Yangming had the intention of causing mutual destruction, the young fellow would surely stop his attack and stabilize his armor first.

It was worth noting that if a Venerable One was tainted by the black flames, even if one did not die, one would at least lose a layer of skin. Not to mention, Ou Yangming was only a Spiritualist.

“Crack!” The sound was very soft, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out. Nevertheless, Ji Haoran was a Daoist disciple, and he had entered the states of the integration between Heaven and man, as well as the thoroughly meticulous, hence no small change could escape his senses. The man was certain that Ou Yangming would stop his attack, adjust his Qi momentum, and stabilize his Spiritual Qi Armor. Sure enough, the audacious young fellow paused, and a hint of undetectable panic flashed in his eyes. Ou Yangming poured his spiritual Qi into the armor. Even at this time, he was still telling a story.

Just as Ji Haoran’s guard was lowered to the lowest, a voice full of killing intent rumbled over.

“The Solitary Skill, the Voices of Gods and Demons!”

Immediately after, the Spiritual Qi Armor on Ou Yangming’s body shattered, and the angry roars of god demons rang out. A shadow of a god demon appeared. The shadow was covered in blood as if it had come out of hell. The surrounding space shook continuously, and even the black flames that were burning paused for a moment. 1, 2, 3… Innumerable. These god demons had different expressions, and their faces were ferocious. Despite that, they had one thing in common, and that was their murderous aura. They seemed to have corroded the black flames.

Ou Yangming raised his hand and clapped. The god demons were like bloody lights as they pounced toward Ji Haoran.

If this was the limit of this move, Ou Yangming would not have used it at such a critical moment.

The most terrifying thing was that the god demons roared at the same time, and a domineering aura slowly emerged from the shadows. Suddenly, the god demons gathered their Qi and exhaled at the same time. Their throats moved, and weird sounds came out from their mouths. This was the Voices of Gods and Demons. Wherever the sounds passed, they produced a frightening tearing force that scattered the flames and resistance in front of them at the same time.

It was as if many god demons were using the Solitary Thought Skill at the same time, and all of them had reached the initial success stage.

After seeing this, even Ji Haoran was dumbfounded. There was only one thought left in his mind. ‘Is this fella crazy? Is… Is he not afraid of death?’

Concurrently, a monstrous sense of danger appeared in his mind. It was so strong that it was unprecedented. If he was even the slightest bit careless, his soul would scatter and turn into ashes.

Ji Haoran clenched his teeth tightly. His handsome face contorted, and his body nimbly retreated to the side. Even so, the attack was too fast and arrived in the blink of an eye. Furthermore, it was drawn by Qi momentum, so there was no way to dodge it. The thing that drove him crazy the most was that just as Ou Yangming was about to be swallowed by the black flames, wisps of white flames emerged from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time. The young fellow raised his hand and waved as he coldly shouted, “Condense!” With that, the burning black flames rotated rapidly and turned into lifelike fire lotuses that appeared under his feet to support his body. With every step he took, a black lotus flower appeared under his feet, and this went on. At this moment, Ou Yangming was like a king in the fire.

“You tricked me!” Ji Haoran’s face was ferocious as he roared angrily.

It was at this moment an intense tearing force enveloped him.

His mind trembled. Every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, and even every cell in his body were screaming. It was as if he had fallen into hell. He could not help but think, “I can’t stop this!”

It was too late. At that moment of life and death, he did not have time to think too much.

The Atavistic Bloodline in Ji Haoran’s body began to burn. A Blood Dragon’s shadow was reflected in his eyes, and a Blood Dragon’s head materialized out of thin air. The head was blood-red, and its killing intent was boundless. Having said that, its eyes were tightly shut. That was not all. The man spat out 2 mouthfuls of blood essence consecutively, and his voice sounded like he was sobbing as he shouted, “As a member of the Blood Dragon Clan, I hereby sacrifice 50 years of my life to borrow the totem’s power to fight for my clan. Kill!”

Under this attack, the spiritual Qi in his dantian was exhausted. Even the color of his dantian became somewhat dim.

As soon as his voice fell, the eyes of the Blood Dragon opened wide, and it yelled coldly, “Kill—”

It charged forward, but it only lasted for a breath before the Blood Dragon’s head collapsed under the tearing force.

After all, Ji Haoran’s dantian had consumed too much spiritual Qi previously, and this was done in a hurry. This attack had not even reached 60% of his usual strength, so how could he withstand the attack that Ou Yangming had carefully prepared for a long time?

“Die!” Ou Yangming’s eyes were cold. He clasped his palms together, raised them to his chest, and pushed them outward. The speed of the condensed shadows of the god demons burst again, directly surrounding Ji Haoran. At the same time, he roared. After this attack was launched, Ji Haoran was directly forced into a desperate situation where he had a slim chance of survival.

Ou Yangming gripped the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer tightly and began to charge. His opponent was a Daoist disciple. Even if he had the absolute advantage, he did not dare to let his guard down.

Ji Haoran’s face revealed a pained expression. He took a deep look at Ou Yangming, and the Spiritual Qi Armor on his body began to shatter. He thought to himself, ‘I can only use that move now, or I’ll die.’

This was his greatest trump card, which was the full-strength attack of the Blood Dragon Clan’s Venerable One. He had thought that he would not need to use this move if he encountered a peer. He never thought that he would be forced into a state of death by a cultivator who was a level below him.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. His eyes were filled with madness.

A talisman slipped out of his sleeve. The color of the talisman was somewhat like a yellowing ancient scroll. It was dark and faint, but it carried a wave that made one’s heart palpitate.

Ji Haoran gently swiped his fingers, and the talisman split open an inch-long hole. He forced out a thread of spiritual Qi and poured it into it. Immediately, the talisman burned, and a ray of saber-light burst out. The saber intent surged, and each attack was faster than the previous one. It was as if a raging wave was crashing onto the shore. The waves rolled up gravel, and they became higher and heavier. Before long, the saber-light condensed and slashed toward the god demons’ shadows.

Upon seeing this, Ou Yangming sighed in regret and hurriedly retreated. This was the full-strength attack of a Venerable One, so he had to temporarily dodge it.

“Crack!” The god demons’ shadows lasted for 4 breaths before they slowly collapsed, and the saber intent also gradually dimmed.

Ji Haoran took advantage of the time he bought to unleash his potential. He burned the Atavistic Blood, spat out a large mouthful of blood essence, and used the Blood Flight to escape.

His speed was simply too fast. He was like a blood-colored lightning bolt that ignited a prairie fire. Even if Ou Yangming wanted to stop him, he would not be able to.

All of this might seem like a long time, but it actually happened in the time it takes a spark to fly off of a piece of flint. From Ou Yangming’s sneak attack where he used the Voices of Gods and Demons, to Ji Haoran’s life-saving techniques where he fought with his life and strived for a chance of survival in the desperate situation, all of this had taken less than 2 breaths of time. However, there was an undercurrent surging with hidden killing intent at every moment. This was also because Ji Haoran was firm and decisive by using the full strength of a Venerable One to protect himself. Otherwise, despite being a Daoist disciple of the Ji family, he would have been killed by Ou Yangming under the spear.

Black flames kept jumping at Ou Yangming’s fingertips like mischievous fire elves.

They formed a black wall of fire to block the pressure coming from his surroundings and sent out a message of flattery to him. The Heavenly Phoenix FIre was the king of all fire.

Ou Yangming looked in the direction of Ji Haoran. He snorted and said, “Next time, I’ll take back the Atavistic Blood.”

He Jian looked at Ou Yangming’s slightly weak back and sighed. ‘What exactly is that kind of fire? When we were at the Black Fog Mountain, he had stepped on the fire like a god. Before this, fire lotus flowers even grew with every step he took.’ His pupils constricted slightly, and the reverence in his heart grew stronger. The more he came into contact with the young fellow, the more fearful he felt. It was as if the young fellow who was born with knowledge and no difficulty or danger could stop him.

Earlier on, Ou Yangming had even forced a Daoist disciple into a desperate situation.

He Jian pondered for a moment and wondered, ‘Could I have blocked that attack from before?’ He was dazed—deeply dazed.

Even he did not know if he could block it. This did not mean that Ou Yangming’s cultivation had caught up to that of He Jian but being in flames, he was just like a fierce tiger returning to the mountain or a true dragon entering the sea. The advantage that he got from his environment was simply too great.