The Demon Lord Slain, Celestial Master Li Mo's Name Shakes the World

Chen Du raised his hand and pressed down gently.

The Taiyi Xuanhuang Grand Celestial Master Position] was like a crack appearing in the sky, with countless streams of divine light pouring down.

The light was not as fierce as thunder, nor as scorching as flames, but like sunlight shining into darkness—clean, silent, and without anything superfluous.

But the moment the light shone on them, all the demonic and monster cultivators in the army simultaneously had a very thin and faint golden flame ignite all over their bodies, as if their souls had been ignited by an invisible thread.

Their demonic, monster-like, and evil aura evaporated instantly in the light, like snow meeting the sun.

"No!"

"Run!"

Some tried to escape, but before they could even take a step, flames had already licked their entire bodies.

There were no screams, no struggles; those people simply turned into wisps of smoke quietly and silently in the light.

From above, it looks like a black tide being evaporated inch by inch by the golden sunlight.

The army of tens of thousands, including tens of thousands of demonic and monster cultivators, was completely annihilated by that single strike.

A large area at the foot of the mountain was empty, leaving only charred marks, as if those people had never existed.

The remaining allied forces completely collapsed. Most of them were ordinary sect disciples who had come under imperial orders and had never seen such a scene before.

Some dropped their weapons, some knelt and kowtowed, some turned and ran wildly, trampling each other, crying and screaming.

Banners were broken, war drums fell silent, and the army of tens of thousands scattered like birds and beasts.

Meanwhile, in the dark clouds behind the army, Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen felt icy cold all over.

He watched helplessly as his elite demonic forces were wiped out by that single blow, and as his clone stood frozen like a puppet in the crowd.

He suddenly realized that all the previous strange occurrences were simply a stroke of luck for the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

Only then did he realize that it was never a coincidence, but an inevitability.

The word "escape!" had barely crossed his mind when his body moved.

With his Peak Stage Eighth Realm cultivation unleashed at full power, his figure transformed into a streak of dark red light, shooting towards the distant horizon.

Fast, unbelievably fast.

This was the fastest escape he had ever made in his life. He had almost exhausted all his demonic powers, just to leave Longhu Mountain and that terrifying being.

But after he had flown only a few miles, a person suddenly appeared in the sky ahead.

The old Daoist priest in the worn robe was already standing in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a long time, or as if he had just arrived.

His face remained calm, and his eyes remained indifferent, but that indifference terrified Zhang Yanzhen more than any murderous intent.

"You..." Zhang Yanzhen opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word.

The Taiyi Xuanhuang Grand Celestial Master Position crashed down, as if the sky had collapsed.

Countless streams of divine lightning emerged from the void, pouring down like a celestial river or a torrential downpour, their purple and golden light intertwining to form an endless sea of thunder.

Zhang Yanzhen tried his best to unleash his demonic power to resist, but when the sea of lightning encountered his demonic energy, it was like a red-hot iron chopstick being inserted into tofu, penetrating, melting, and annihilating without any resistance.

He let out a hoarse scream, but before it could be heard, it was swallowed by the thunder.

His entire body exploded in the light, like a crushed fruit; blood, broken bones, and demonic energy all vanished into nothingness in the sea of lightning.

Nothing was left behind.

Chen Du withdrew his hand, the sea of lightning dissipated, and the sky returned to its clear state.

Dusk slowly crept in from the distance, turning the charred foothills into a dark gold.

He glanced down at the people kneeling, fleeing, and collapsed on the ground below, without saying a word.

Where Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen fell, the sky has returned to its clear state.

Chen Du did not leave immediately. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, then with a flick of his fingertips, he forcibly pulled out an extremely thin and faint black thread from the void.

The black silk, as thin as spider silk, twisted and struggled in my palm, like a snake whose vital spot had been pinched.

Chen Du glanced down at it and felt that the demonic intent contained within was unfathomable, cold, ancient, and vast, far surpassing Zhang Yanzhen's demonic skills.

He twirled it between his fingers, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I see."

He murmured to himself.

The reason why Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen was able to reach the Peak Stage the Eighth Realm in just a few decades was not entirely due to his own talent, nor entirely due to his "Blood Demon Soul-Refining Scripture".

What truly transformed him was this wisp of demonic thought.

This thought existed long before Zhang Yanzhen; perhaps it was a remnant from some ancient demon cave, or perhaps a projection of some indescribable being.

By chance Zhang Yanzhen integrated it into himself, which led to the later Blood Motian Sect and gave him the confidence to devour millions of people and sweep away the righteous path.

The master of this demonic thought is the true "demon" of this world, the very end of all demons.

That thing may still be dormant, or it may be sealed in some unknown place, but as long as it exists, the demonic path in this world will never truly be eradicated.

Chen Du sealed that wisp of demonic thought deep within the Heavenly Master Divine Seal, temporarily suppressing it.

There's no rush. He's already at the Grand Celestial Master Realm. No matter where the real demon is hiding, it will come knocking on his door sooner or later.

At this moment, the outside world was in an uproar.

Tens of thousands of soldiers fled in disarray, shouting as they ran, spreading the news of the scene on Longhu Mountain to every city along the way.

Some say that the old Daoist priest simply raised his hand, and dawn broke, and tens of thousands of demonic cultivators vanished like smoke.

Some say that person's figure is taller than a mountain, and when his gaze sweeps over, even one's soul seems to flee.

Some people knelt on the ground, repeatedly chanting, "It's terrifying, it's terrifying, that wasn't even human."

Fear spread like a plague, but something else gradually emerged from that fear.

Those ordinary people who had been oppressed by the demonic path for too long, those rogue cultivators whose relatives and friends had been slaughtered by demons and evil spirits, and those weak sects who had survived half their lives under the power of demons, when they heard that an army that had wiped out Longhu Mountain had been defeated by a single palm strike from a Celestial Master, were first shocked, then disbelieving, and finally overjoyed beyond words.

"It's the Celestial Master! The Celestial Master of the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu has made a move."

"It turns out the rumor that the Celestial Masters' Mansion had no Celestial Master in charge was false; they had been hiding all along."

"What's that Celestial Master's name? Does anyone know?"

Soon, a name spread by word of mouth.

Li Mo!

An ordinary name, no prestigious family background, no extraordinary origins, and before this, no one had ever heard of such a person in the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu.

But this man Li Mo, when he made a move, annihilated tens of thousands of demonic cultivators and killed the Demon Lord of the Blood Motian Sect with a single palm strike.

The world was shaken. Those sects that had been observing the situation changed their banners overnight and sent envoys to Longhu Mountain to congratulate the Celestial Masters' Mansion on its success in quelling the rebellion.

Those forces that had participated in the encirclement and suppression were terrified. Some sealed off the mountain to apologize, while others simply disbanded on the spot, some running away and others fleeing.

Meanwhile, everyone in the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu was still in a daze.

The disciples, supporting each other, watched as the old Daoist priest slowly descended back into the courtyard from mid-air, unsure whether to kneel or welcome him.

Lord Zhou Xuanzhen stood at the front of the crowd, his lips moved, but in the end he only bowed deeply. "Senior... no, Celestial Master."

Chen Du glanced at him, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything more.

He turned and walked towards his secluded little courtyard.

Behind him, countless eyes followed his retreating figure across the entire mountain, filled with awe, gratitude, and awe—a complex mix of emotions too indescribable to express.

Old Zhou, Old Zhao, and Old Sun were still standing at the gate of the courtyard.

They watched Chen Du approach step by step, the three of them pushing and shoving each other, until finally Old Zhou spoke first, his voice trembling slightly. "Li... Mo..."

Chen Du stopped in front of him and smiled, "Yes, is the food ready?"