Wielding the Thunders Across Two Worlds

Taoist Yu Zhang, Taoist Yi Hong, Taoist Qingyuan, and Taoist Ming Yu.

With a single strike from each of the four veteran Taoists, Yun Fei’ang, a Great Demon of the current age, was left with both internal and external injuries, his fingers broken and bleeding.

Yun Fei’ang was both shocked and enraged. His Demonic Qi surged, but he didn’t dare to clash recklessly. He could only circle within the array, searching for an opening.

But while he was searching for an opening, the veteran Taoists were not. They only had three days; after that, they had a palace to clean and pilgrims to welcome up the mountain.

So, if there was no opening, they would create one. Besides, the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array was backed by the Five Thunders Dragon-Catching Array, and Gu Zhao, the core of the entire Array, had yet to even make a move.

Thus, the trigrams flowed, the Five Elements waxed and waned, the Eight Gates intertwined, and the Nine Palaces shifted.

Taoist Jing Feng and Jing Chun Taoist cast the Northern Emperor’s Black Book Great Transformation Divine Spell, simultaneously activating the Taoist Nine Prisons to suppress Yun Fei’ang while also unleashing the Ghost Extinguishing Soul-breaking Spell.

The area of the Death Gate in the Kun Position was thick with dreadful Ghost Qi and chilling waves of Yin Qi, as if Fengdu itself had descended upon the mortal world. Even wreathed in golden light, Yun Fei’ang dared not approach these two direct disciples of the Fengyue Sect.

Meanwhile, Taoist Shen Hao’s Flowing Gold Fire Bell, refined many times over, now hung in the sky at the Li Position, surrounded by blazing flames that rivaled a small sun.

The moment Yun Fei’ang drew slightly closer, he felt tendrils of the Nanming Li Fire seeping into his body through his pores, forcing him to retreat in alarm. He dared not inch any closer.

After sizing up his opponents, it seemed that only the Taiyi Wind and Fire stirred up by Taoist Yan Song and the Seven-Colored Streaming Light emanating from Taoist Yan Ling looked even remotely manageable.

Yun Fei’ang observed for a moment longer. The Seven-Colored Ruyi hung in the air, its light shimmering. Its aura was gentle, yet perfectly unified and complete. It seemed even more formidable.

So, he turned to Taoist Yan Song to try his luck again.

And, unsurprisingly, he was knocked back once more.

Taoist Yan Song, his face hidden behind a red mask, glared at Yun Fei’ang and cackled. "You son of a bitch, you look down on me? I’m gonna pluck every last feather from your body!"

"And make you into roast chicken!"

"Grilled chicken!"

"Beggar’s chicken!"

"Clay pot chicken!"

"Chicken and mushroom stew!"

"Herbal black chicken soup!"

"Just die!" Yun Fei’ang erupted once more. As his Demonic Qi surged, plumes of black energy erupted from amid his golden feathers.

The Demon Qi of his Golden-Winged Roc bloodline could no longer suppress the Demonic Qi that had corrupted his very Origin. A savage glint appeared in his pupils, bony spurs sprouted from his wings, and his talons grew sharper and longer, making his appearance all the more grotesque.

"The Demonic Qi is assaulting his heart, changing his body and altering his form!" Taoist Yi Hong said gravely.

"This happens when one’s cultivation of a Demon Technique reaches a profound level. When faced with a crisis, the body transforms from the inside out," Taoist Yan Song chuckled.

"At this stage, the Demonic Qi assaults the heart and mind. Whether human, demon, or ghost, all are transformed into a Demon Body," Taoist Ming Yu stated placidly.

"He’s not the same creature anymore. He’s a true demon now," Taoist Jing Feng said, his face devoid of expression.

"If he’s a demon, then a demon we shall slay." A divine light gleamed in Taoist Yan Ling’s eyes.

"Slay a demon?"

Hearing Taoist Yan Ling’s words, Yun Fei’ang roared with laughter. "Slay me? My cultivation of the *Long Wind Celestial Opening Divine Demon Scripture* has already reached the realm of Demon God Manifestation and Demonic Sound Reception! You are merely a group of heirs to the Upper Gods of the Taoist Realm. Do you think you’re worthy of slaying me?"

The golden light shooting from Yun Fei’ang’s eyes was now tainted with roiling black energy. He stared at Gu Zhao and sneered, "You whelps from the Taoist Realm may be significant enough for the Demon Venerable to mark you for death with a Divine Sense message, but heirs are just heirs. You are not True Spirits descended to the mortal world. No matter how strong you are, you have your limits.

"Even if I die here today, the Demon Venerable will simply send other heirs. They will cultivate the Heaven-Reaching Demon Technique, and with the Demon Venerable’s personal enlightenment, they will eventually slaughter every last one of you heirs from the Taoist Realm!"

His words stunned everyone. A storm raged in the hearts of Gu Zhao and the old Taoists maintaining the array.

’Demon God Manifestation, Demonic Sound Reception?’

’Heirs of the Taoist Realm, True Spirits descending to the mortal world?’

’We’ve been marked for death by a Demon Venerable using a Divine Sense message?’

Though he had only spoken a few sentences, the information Yun Fei’ang revealed was immense and critically important, almost enough to shatter everyone’s Dao Heart.

"What Demon Venerable has us in his sights?" Yunyang, the most impatient of the group, blurted out.

"And this Demon Venerable knows of our heritage!" Taoist Shen Hao said in a low voice. "The Taoist Realm... could it be the Realm where the Three Pristine Ancestors live?"

Taoist Yan Song clicked his tongue. "If some Demon Venerable from the Demon Realm has already found us, why haven’t our ancestors contacted us?"

"The question is, how did the Demon Venerable find us?" Taoist Yi Hong asked with a frown. "We’ve only killed two who were cultivating demons before this: the Netherfire Sect Leader and the Ink Flood Dragon. If they had a way to contact the Demon Realm, they wouldn’t have been so easy for us to kill."

"This man cultivates the *Long Wind Celestial Opening Divine Demon Scripture*. Back then, the Ink Flood Dragon mentioned a Great Sun Profound Light Celestial Demon Ancestor. Both names contain the word ’Celestial’—could they be related?" Taoist Ming Yu mused.

Taoist Qingyuan suddenly said, "That day, the Ink Flood Dragon recited a Spell and manifested that Demon Ancestor’s Dharma Aspect in its eyes."

Everyone was startled. Taoist Qingwei continued, "So he actually contacted that Demon Ancestor that day. It’s just that the Demon Ancestor either didn’t help him, or the help it offered was useless."

"So, even though we killed the Ink Flood Dragon, we drew the attention of that Demon Ancestor, an ancestor who knows about our Taoist Sect," Taoist Yu Zhang said.

"That creature said we’re just heirs of the Taoist Realm, not True Spirits descended to the mortal world," Taoist Ming Chong said, his eyes glinting. "He looks down on us because we’re just juniors of the Taoist Sect, but he places great importance on descended True Spirits... So, does that mean the ancestors of the Taoist Realm can actually descend as True Spirits?"

"Well, I’ll be!" Everyone was instantly invigorated by the thought.

A True Spirit descending to the mortal world—the meaning was self-evident.

Although they were confident in their own strength, if they could actually summon the Three Pristine Ancestors—no, the Four Imperial Lords—no, even just Wang Spirit Official or Lü Zu to descend, it would be more than enough to dominate the current age.

"Don’t get excited yet. The ancestors haven’t contacted us, but we’ve been targeted by a Demon Venerable from the Demon Realm," Taoist Yan Ling reminded everyone.

"Not a Demon Venerable from the Demon Realm, but a Demon Venerable of this realm," Gu Zhao said suddenly.

A glint flashed in Taoist Yi Hong’s eyes. "If it is the Great Sun Profound Light Celestial Demon Ancestor, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Spirits said that this was the Demon Ancestor from the time the Celestial Demons descended upon the world ten thousand years ago."

Taoist Yan Song nodded, then shook his head with a light chuckle. "In that case, this is actually good news."

"So, it wasn’t a message from a Demon Venerable in the Demon Realm, but from one who is right here, in our own realm," Yunyang said, understanding dawning on him. Then he looked at Taoist Yan Song. "And you’re sure that’s good news?"

Taoist Jing Fa nodded. "One is a mysterious and unfathomable Demon Venerable from the Demon Realm. The other is a Demon Ancestor who once descended to the Lower Realm only to be defeated. Of course that’s good news."

Taoist Jing Hong added, "The experts of this world were able to defeat the Demon Ancestor once. Are you suggesting we won’t be able to defeat him in the future?"

Yunyang thought for a moment. "That makes sense!"