The God-Slaying Spear

But now, as several Quasi-Sage experts fell one after another, the fiendish Qi between heaven and earth grew ever denser, while Luohu's cultivation continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As one side weakened and the other grew stronger, Hongjun and Yang Mei were certain to be the ones who ultimately perished.

Hongjun, however, had not yet despaired. He still had one trump card.

"Hahaha, Hongjun, Yang Mei, today is the day you die!"

Seeing their disappointed expressions, Luohu could not help but let out a sinister cackle.

As long as the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus continued to suppress and refine the fiendish Qi of heaven and earth, he could raise his cultivation and realm without limit, until he broke through the final barrier and became a Sage.

The lotus now stood guard in the Demon Palace, on Mount Sumeru, where the spiritual veins of the entire Western World converged.

Endless fiendish Qi from heaven and earth flowed along the spiritual veins and gathered in the Demon Palace, where the black lotus refined it, forming the foundation for his ascension to Sagehood.

Naturally, he had made thorough arrangements for such an important place.

He had not forgotten that, besides the two great enemies before him, there was also Fuxi.

If Fuxi dared to go to his Demon Palace, he would naturally have a great gift waiting for him.

On Mount Sumeru, the battle between the Quasi-Sages still raged like wildfire.

From time to time, a heaven-shaking boom erupted in the sky, rocking the entire Western World. An enormous blood-colored formation stretched across the firmament, its killing intent filling every corner of the world. Cracks spread across the sky, as though the world itself were about to shatter.

Standing atop one of Mount Sumeru's main peaks, Fuxi glanced up at the battle overhead, then calmly headed for Luohu's cultivation ground.

With one step, he appeared at the entrance to the towering, majestic Demon Palace.

His goal on this trip was clear: to ruin Luohu's plans and seize the fruits of his work.

Besides, this was where the Western World's spiritual veins converged. If Luohu wanted to gather the Primordial World's Calamity Fiendish Qi to support his breakthrough to Quasi-Sage, this was the best place to collect it.

At the Demon Palace gates, a million Demon Clan guards patrolled and kept watch without the slightest slackening, surrounding the entire palace like an iron wall!

The weakest of these Demon Clan members had reached the Golden Immortal level. There were also quite a few Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, and more than twenty experts at the Daluo Golden Immortal level.

Yet Fuxi walked right past them, and not one of them noticed him. It was as though he existed in another, parallel space-time, with no connection to this world.

"Jidu Palace! So this is Luohu's cultivation ground. It looks far inferior to Pangu Hall."

Fuxi looked up at the huge plaque above the Demon Palace and made a casual remark.

But on second thought, Fuxi understood. Comparing Luohu to Pangu was giving Luohu far too much credit!

Who was Great God Pangu? He was the son of the Great Dao, a being who had slain the Three Thousand Chaos Gods and split heaven from earth. He had nearly become one with the Great Dao.

Even if Luohu achieved the Sagehood he longed for, his realm would only be on the level of the Three Thousand Chaos Gods, still countless miles behind Great God Pangu.

After such a mighty being fell, the hall formed from his heart held endless mysteries. It even retained Dao Rhymes of the Law of Force.

Naturally, Luohu's cultivation ground, whose owner had not even reached Sagehood, could not compare.

At the main entrance to the Demon Palace, Fuxi paused, an interested expression appearing on his face.

"A hidden restriction. It seems only members of the Demon Clan can pass through freely. Any outsider who comes here is bound to trigger it!"

"It's quite cleverly arranged, but it's no use against me!"

The Primordial Ancestral Qi Fuxi cultivated was the beginning of all Qi, the ancestor of all Qi. Demon Qi was naturally included within it.

Thus, he stirred the strand of Primordial Ancestral Qi in his body, and Demon Qi naturally rose from him, instantly dyeing his white robes black.

Now Fuxi's presence and appearance were no different from those of an ordinary Demon Clan member.

"That should take care of it!"

Fuxi smiled faintly and took a step, entering Luohu's palace.

Strolling leisurely through the empty Luohu Hall, Fuxi looked around curiously.

The inside of the Demon Palace seemed deserted, dark and cold, without a trace of life, like a tomb that had stood for ten thousand years.

But deep within the Demon Palace, a vast and majestic power was being suppressed by something. That immense power shone like a beacon in the darkness, dazzling to behold!

Fuxi could have found the place with his eyes closed.

Taking a step, Fuxi crossed the boundless space in an instant and arrived in a vast hall.

At the very center of the hall, a Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform emitting a purplish-black glow hung upside down in the void, turning slowly like a millstone.

What it ground was the boundless fiendish Qi drawn from deep within the spiritual veins.

"The Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus!"

Fuxi's eyes lit up. He knew then that this was his target.

As long as he obtained the Calamity Fiendish Qi gathered within the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, his cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds. It was highly likely that he would directly complete the Qi Refining Stage, the first step of the Hongmeng Scripture.

But though the great treasure lay before him, Fuxi did not act rashly.

After all, this place had been Luohu's stronghold for countless primordial epochs. Even if he had not deliberately turned it into a fortress, it was certain to have the necessary defenses.

Besides, Luohu's arrangements for becoming a Sage were here. Fuxi did not believe he had left them completely unprotected.

At that thought, black and white light flashed in Fuxi's eyes. The Way of Creation surged within him, and the power of Chaotic Bagua slowly began to circulate.

In an instant, the whole world changed before Fuxi's eyes, as though a black curtain concealing it had been lifted.

Things he would once have overlooked became clear to him.

Fuxi's gaze sharpened, as though he had noticed something!

Under his gaze, faint traces of cold, murderous power circulated through the air, their presence barely perceptible. Together, they formed a boundless killing formation!

Its blood-colored light was extremely dim. If Fuxi had not possessed the Way of Creation and used Chaotic Bagua to deduce the secrets of heaven, it would indeed have escaped his notice.

Seeing these sword formations, so similar to the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, Fuxi's eyes flashed with understanding.

"This formation is a Pseudo-Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, created from a strand of Source Qi drawn from the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords. It may not have the original's full power, but it can certainly unleash sixty or seventy percent of that power for a short time."

"But isn't it a little naive to think a single formation can stop me, even if it is a copy of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"

"Hehe... Naturally, it wouldn't be just a copy of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. That would be looking down on you far too much, fellow Daoist!"

A sinister laugh rang out, and Luohu emerged from a concealed spot.

A spear radiating blood-red light appeared in his hand. Boundless killing intent spread with the red glow throughout the hall, while strands of the Slaughter Law coiled and swirled around the spear. It was none other than the famed God-Slaying Spear.

This time, however, it was not a strand of Source Qi, but the God-Slaying Spear itself.

"You certainly think highly of me, fellow Daoist Luohu. Not only did you set up a copy of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, you also stationed an Avatar here."

Fuxi looked at the God-Slaying Spear, his expression grave.