Chapter 375 - 374: Great Sun Profound Light Celestial Demon Ancestor
"You wretched worm, who is this Demon Ancestor you speak of?" A booming voice rang in the Ink Flood Dragon’s ear.
A magnificent figure flashed through the Ink Flood Dragon’s mind. The figure sat enthroned at the center of a black sun, possessing four heads and eight arms, forming the Eight Dharma Seals. Earth, water, wind, and fire gathered in its palms, manifesting both creative and destructive aspects—the power to destroy heaven and earth, the ability to create a new world.
The Ink Flood Dragon recalled the Dharma Gate the Demon Ancestor had taught it, recalled the Demon Ancestor’s whispered instructions, recalled the Demon Realm in its Mo Lake, and recalled the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique it was about to complete.
The Ink Flood Dragon did not want to die. A glint of inspiration flashed in its eyes as it exhaled and cried out, "Great Sun Profound Light Celestial Demon Ancestor!"
"Red Wheel Devouring Tribulation Sea, Profound Light Shatters the Firmament! The Heaven-Opening Demon Ancestor arrives, the four laws restarting the cycle of rebirth!"
The Ink Flood Dragon let out a long cry, channeling the Magic within its body. The Demonic Thought in its Sea of Consciousness flared, completely erasing the ringing of the Three Pristine Ones Bell. Simultaneously, it repeated the chant over and over in its mind, attempting to contact a mysterious presence in the void.
The old Daoists all sensed that something was wrong with the Ink Flood Dragon.
"This demon is different from that Netherfire Sect Leader," Taoist Yi Hong stated decisively.
"That Netherfire Sect Leader was obviously just practicing some unknown Demon Technique, but this worm has a true master," Taoist Yan Song remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Taoist Shen Hao’s gaze hardened. "’Great Sun Profound Light, creating a new world’... Such arrogance!"
Taoist Ming Yu, grasping his Thunderwood Sword, pointed from afar. "Look at its eyes!"
Peering through the Array, they saw the Ink Flood Dragon’s eyes lose focus for an instant. A dim, profound light then flashed within its pupils, and within that light, a great sun seemed to appear.
They could almost see a magnificent figure within the Ink Flood Dragon’s pupils.
This figure blotted out the sky. It was magnificent and brilliant, yet wreathed in black light, making it look savage and terrifying. It radiated endless Evil Qi and malice, as if intending to destroy the world and create a new one filled with Demonic Thought.
’A Celestial Demon descends? The Demon Ancestor reveals itself?’
The old Daoists were startled and hurriedly chanted in unison, "Blessed Infinite Celestial Venerable!"
"Three Pristine Ancestors above!"
"Emperor Haotian Jade Emperor above!"
"Great Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu above!"
"Great Emperor of East Mountain above!"
"Great Emperor of the North Pole in the Middle Heaven of Ziwei above!"
"Marshal Tianpeng above!"
"Great Emperor True Martial, Subduer of Demons, above!"
"Ancestor Master Chunyang above!"
Seeing the terrifying demonic shadow manifest in the Ink Flood Dragon’s eyes, the old Daoists did not hesitate. They each began to conjure images of Daoist Celestial Gods within their Sea of Consciousness. Divine Light shone from their eyes as their Magical True Qi erupted in brilliant radiance.
"Destroy the demon! Destroy the demon! Destroy the demon!"
BOOM!
Demonic Thought raged, and Demonic Qi surged to the heavens!
The Eight Trigrams flowed, and the Eight Gates locked the sky!
Piercing auras, manifestations of Celestial Gods, thunderbolts, a great sun, raging winds, a Divine Prison, prismatic light, and the symbol of Tai Chi locked down the entire sky. No matter how ferociously the Ink Flood Dragon’s Demonic Qi erupted, the Array remained unshakable.
TING-A-LING—TING-A-LING—
The crisp ringing of the bell sounded once more, and the Five-Colored Thunderclouds began to coalesce overhead again.
At that very moment, as the Ink Flood Dragon chanted the demon’s name with its Divine Soul, a thought suddenly flashed from the void and entered its Sea of Consciousness.
’I, your Ancestor, am recuperating. You woke me? If you don’t have a damn good reason, I’ll... hm?’
’I, your Ancestor, taught you the Dragon Transformation Magic and helped you imprison a Divine Dragon, yet on the very cusp of success, you’re about to die?’
’Useless trash!’
’Daring to kill my pawn? Let me, your Ancestor, see which little ant it is.’
The next moment, the illusory image of the Demon Venerable within the Ink Flood Dragon’s pupils opened its eyes. It was immediately met with a storm of countless Sword Qi, raging winds, thunderbolts, and the flames of a great sun.
Great Sun Profound Light Celestial Demon Ancestor: ???
’Techniques from the Taoist Realm?’ the Demon Ancestor’s thought blurted out. ’The legacy of those undying old coots, The Three Pristine Ones? The Magic Spell of that brute Marshal Tianpeng, who serves the hypocrite Ziwei? Why is that old stay-at-home ghost from Fengdu joining the party? And...’
The Demon Ancestor sounded as if it had spotted a mortal enemy, its voice filled with rage. ’That Old Universal Transformation’s Thunder Technique!’
The next moment, the Five Directions Barbaric Thunder Spell crashed down. Filling the Demon Ancestor’s vision was not only the overwhelming Purple Gold Thunder Light, but also a faint, almost imperceptible, profound aura.
’Wait, that’s...’
BOOM!
The Purple Gold Thunderbolt struck, scattering the Ink Flood Dragon’s Demon Qi. It landed squarely on the creature’s head, snapping one of its Dragon Horns.
The Ink Flood Dragon let out a pained shriek, its body plummeting as it howled, "Ancestor, save me!"
’Save you? My ass!’
The Demon Ancestor’s Divine Thought left behind one last sentence before abruptly vanishing.
Ink Flood Dragon: ???
The great sun and the image of the Demon Venerable faded from the Ink Flood Dragon’s eyes, and its own consciousness returned—just in time to see another thunderbolt crashing down on its head.
KABOOM!
Its other Dragon Horn was snapped off.
ROAR—
The Ink Flood Dragon’s Demonic Qi dispersed while its Demon Qi churned in chaos. Not only were its Dragon Horns broken and its Dragon Scales shattered, but even the Origin within its Dantian was grievously wounded. Wisps of black energy swirled around it, attempting to heal the damage.
Filled with indignation, the Ink Flood Dragon struggled to raise its head and gaze at the thunderbolts, flames, Sword Qi, and netherworldly powers surrounding it.
"I refuse to accept this... I refuse to accept this..."
"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS!"
The Ink Flood Dragon let out a final, deafening roar. It opened its mouth and spat out a bead larger than a person.
The bead itself was crystal clear, and what looked like black mercury seemed to flow within it. Its surface shimmered with an ever-changing, iridescent black. It was wreathed in streams of black vapor that formed a smoky cloud, making the Dragon Pearl seem neither righteous nor wicked.
"A Dragon Pearl?"
"My god, what a huge Dragon Pearl!"
"Of course it can shrink."
"It’s full of Demonic Qi. I don’t know if we can even use it."
"Let’s just get our hands on it first!"
"Wait! Blessed Infinite... Dammit! That worm is going to make its Dragon Pearl self-destruct!"
BOOM!
Although the Demon Ancestor’s Divine Thought had vanished, although the Ink Flood Dragon had exhausted most of its Magical Power and was heavily injured, although the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array was sealing the space, and although the old Daoists now had it completely suppressed...
...they were still unable to stop the Ink Flood Dragon from self-destructing its Dragon Pearl.
With a tremendous bang, the Ink Flood Dragon’s Dragon Pearl detonated. The resulting surge of Demon Qi and Magic Power was so incredibly potent that it blasted a crack in the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array, revealing the real world to the Ink Flood Dragon.
SWOOSH—
Without a moment’s hesitation, the Ink Flood Dragon twisted its body and shot through the opening.
Hope for survival gleamed in its eyes. Although it had destroyed its Dragon Pearl, it knew that as long as it could return to Mo Lake, the waters of the Eight Hundred Li Mo Lake would provide the ultimate advantage. It was confident it could use the lake to preserve its life.
As long as it lived, it had a chance to heal. And once it healed, it could make a comeback!
Then, it saw a youthful figure suddenly appear ahead. The figure seemed to have taken but a single step, yet now stood directly in its path.
A crazed look filled the Ink Flood Dragon’s eyes. Its jaw gaped wide, revealing concentric rows of monstrously sharp teeth, and it lunged forward to devour the young figure in its path.
Gu Zhao stood calmly in the void. He gently raised a hand, extended a single finger, and pointed at the Ink Flood Dragon.
Then, Bai Fei and Li Qingshuang, flying in from the north, saw a slender yet dazzling beam of Purple Gold Thunder Light shoot from Gu Zhao’s fingertip.
The Ink Flood Dragon, a creature with over three thousand years of Dao Practice, was utterly obliterated by that single beam of light, its body plummeting from the sky.
The Ink Flood Dragon, dead!