The Might of Divine Water, the Vase Slays Demons

Cihang directly appeared in Hundred Flowers Valley.

He had once again been directly sent away from the main peak of Western Kunlun, but unlike Yuanshi's malice, Queen Mother of the West had not harmed him.

Cihang wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he kept recalling his experience meeting Queen Mother of the West.

Queen Mother of the West's final attitude and words made Cihang ponder deeply.

He could be sure that Queen Mother of the West bore him no ill will; her letting him stay in Western Kunlun to cultivate was for his protection.

'So the tribulation clinging to me is also real?'

With Queen Mother of the West's strength and cultivation, she wouldn't speak idly.

Cihang knew very well that after he refused Yuanshi, the cultivators from Eastern Kunlun would not let him off.

It wasn't that Yuanshi himself would do anything, but rather the outer disciples and rogue cultivators of Kunlun who were attached to Yuanshi would not spare him.

Kunlun was vast and boundless; besides the main peak, there were many cultivators cultivating within the mountain ranges.

Even if the Three Pure Ones did not acknowledge them, they had always considered themselves Kunlun cultivators. They would not miss such an opportunity to curry favor with Yuanshi.

However, Queen Mother of the West had specifically mentioned the tribulation, making Cihang realize the matter was not that simple.

Recalling his experiences after leaving Jade Void Palace, a realization gradually dawned in Cihang's heart.

"No matter how I disregard it, I am an Innate Deity. I possess innate destiny to protect myself, and under normal circumstances, evil cannot touch me, and tribulations will retreat.

Now that calamity has befallen me, it clearly means my destiny has been damaged!"

"It seems this journey will truly not be peaceful!"

Cihang's expression also became solemn.

Destiny was ethereal and untraceable. If it were the original Cihang, he naturally wouldn't have been able to discover it.

But now, Cihang possessed many memories of the future and the insight of a Quasi-Saint, making it not difficult to deduce the truth of the matter.

"Cihang thanks Your Ladyship for your protection and guidance!"

Cihang bowed once more in the direction of Western Kunlun.

With his damaged destiny, there would inevitably be numerous tribulations. The reason he had been able to recover his injuries smoothly this time was mainly because he had accidentally entered Western Kunlun and was protected by Queen Mother of the West's destiny.

Otherwise, even with the foresight from his memories, he would likely be fleeing in disarray right now.

"Tribulation? Then this time, I shall meet the tribulation head-on and break through it to transform my fortune!"

Even though he knew his destiny was damaged, Cihang still controlled his escape light and headed out of Kunlun Mountain.

His destiny was only damaged, not dissipated.

As long as he overcame this tribulation, his damaged destiny would not only recover but even increase significantly.

Moreover, he was not heavily injured now; he had recovered and even broken through to the Mysterious Immortal Peak.

If he couldn't even overcome this minor tribulation, how could he ever control his own fate?

Cihang flew for dozens of days before finally leaving the range of Kunlun.

It was at this moment that he completely confirmed his deduction.

Previously, due to the concealment of Kunlun's grand momentum, Cihang had not noticed anything.

But as soon as he stepped out of Kunlun, a sense of oppression surged into his heart.

"So soon? Have the consequences of destiny's backlash already arrived?"

In just a moment, a dense demonic aura was seen speeding from afar.

"It's not rogue cultivators from Kunlun, but the Demon Race!"

Cihang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Hmm, it's actually an Innate Deity at the Mysterious Immortal realm!"

The group of demons also discovered Cihang and quickly surrounded him in the center.

"What is the meaning of this, fellow demon cultivators?"

As he spoke, Cihang was also observing them. Although there were several thousand demons, the leaders were three demon generals at the Mysterious Immortal realm.

"I am Chiyan of the Demon Race. May I ask if you are a cultivator from Kunlun!"

A demon general wearing a crimson robe stepped forward to speak with Cihang.

Although the Demon Race was powerful now, there were still many existences they could not provoke.

For example, Kunlun Mountain, not far away.

"No, Cihang is merely a rogue immortal!"

Cihang replied calmly, having no intention of hiding his identity.

"You are a rogue cultivator? In that case, why not join my Demon Race?

My Demon Race is currently in need of people. With your cultivation, as long as you join the Demon Race, you will definitely be valued. This is much better than cultivating alone.

What do you think, fellow cultivator?"

Chiyan's words carried a sense of arrogance and dominance.

The Demon Race had just been established and was currently expanding its territory and recruiting powerful cultivators.

"Thank you for your kind offer, fellow Daoist, but Cihang has no intention of joining the Demon Race. If you have nothing else, I shall take my leave now!"

He hadn't even joined Western Kunlun, so naturally, he wouldn't join the Demon Race, which was destined for ruin.

"Fellow Daoist, have you thought this through? Are you truly going to refuse our invitation?

You should know that if you join the Demon Race, we will be of the same kin. If you refuse, then you can only be an enemy!"

Chiyan's attitude changed instantly, his threat evident.

The other demons also unfurled their Spiritual Treasures.

Indeed, the Demon Race was currently expanding aggressively, and they feared no one, regardless of their origin or race.

At the same time, the Demon Race was incredibly domineering, strictly adhering to the principle of "those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish."

"Yes, I am sure."

Cihang brought forth the Glazed Pure Vase, and silver and purple light instantly enveloped the demons.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

In an instant, screams echoed endlessly. The demons were unable to even stay airborne and fell to the ground one after another.

The next second, the pure vase emitted a hazy clear light, instantly drawing the demons into it.

The moment he encountered the Demon Race, Cihang knew this matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully.

The Demon Race had a strong presence, and he wouldn't wait for them to make a move and put himself at a disadvantage.

As for the two-colored light, it was the Moonlight Divine Water and the Starlight Divine Water.

Unlike the preciousness of the Three Lights Divine Water, the pure vase contained a large amount of the divine waters of the sun, moon, and stars.

Moonlight devoured souls, and starlight seized spiritual essence, perfectly targeting the physically powerful demons.

In an instant, out of thousands of demons, only three Mysterious Immortal demon generals remained, who unfurled their Spiritual Treasures to resist the vase's absorption.

"How dare you attack my Demon Race!"

"Damn it, what exactly did you do?"

"You're seeking death!"

"You lot don't have the strength for that!"

Cihang guided his hand seals, and the Glazed Pure Vase's suction power surged, instantly drawing the three Spiritual Treasures into the vase, severing their connection to their owners.

Simultaneously, the Willow Branch transformed into a long whip and lashed out at the three.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

With their primordial spirits damaged, Chiyan and the other two had no power to retaliate and were instantly suppressed by Cihang.

The Willow Branch weaved through the air, leaving wounds on their bodies.

At the same time, a surge of life force was converging towards the Willow Branch.

Compared to external injuries, the loss of life force was the most fatal.

"Damn it, we are of the Demon Race! Do you not fear retaliation from the Demon Race for attacking us?"

"Stop! It's not too late to stop now, or don't blame me for being impolite. My Demon Race is not something a lone immortal like you can provoke!"

"No, you can't kill me! I am the son of the Chiyu Demon King! If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"

Under the attack of the Willow Branch, Chiyan and the others went from their initial angry curses to weak pleas for mercy.

"The enmity has been forged. Would letting you go resolve it?"

Cihang brought forth the Glazed Pure Vase again, directly drawing the three heavily wounded and dying individuals into it.

Afterward, he waved his palm, disrupting all traces of their presence, and then controlled his escape light to leave.