This is a deadly technique he unleashed by burning his own Essence Blood and using the accumulated essence of demonic resentment!
A massive net descended, covering everything in its path, causing the space to hiss and corrode. Even the resilient legal barriers of the Netherworld began to dissolve and collapse! It was a vicious curse aimed purely at the primordial spirit!
"Ha!"
Facing the Essence Demonic Net that could instantly kill even a peak Daluo Golden Immortal, Qing Huan let out a short, light laugh, as if he were watching a child's clumsy trick.
They stood still, without moving an inch.
The demonic net, radiating a malevolent light, crashed down, completely enveloping Qing Huan from head to toe!
The shrieking curses of billions of vengeful spirits were like billions of poisonous needles, frantically piercing his primordial spirit!
A gleam of wild joy and cruelty erupted from the single eye of the Bone Demon Venerable:
"Die, you ignorant brat! Your physical body belongs to me now! And so does your Lotus Platform!"
He even envisioned a future where he would devour his opponent, wielding two great Lotus Platform, and dominating the Primordial Wilderness!
However, in the next instant, his ecstatic expression froze, as if he had been petrified.
Beneath the terrifying demonic net, powerful enough to corrupt the primordial spirit of Daluo Golden Immortal, Qing Huan's figure, shrouded in it, rippled slightly like a reflection in water before becoming completely transparent and finally vanishing without a trace like a bubble!
The spot remained empty, with only the Karma Red Lotus still floating silently, its divine flames leaping even more joyfully, as if silently mocking.
"A phantom... a phantom image?!"
The Bone Demon Venerable stood there, stunned, his mind blank.
How is this possible? We clearly locked onto the opponent's aura! The opponent didn't use any escape techniques!
The deadly attack unleashed by burning the very essence of existence struck empty air?
"Ancestor, are your eyesight not so good?"
A mocking voice, like a ghost, rang out, almost touching his withered ear!
A cold breath brushed against his decaying neck bones.
The Bone Demon Venerable trembled with fear, an unprecedented chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
Before it could even think, the withered claws instinctively, carrying the remaining demonic energy, tore wildly toward the source of the sound!
"Sizzle!"
The claws pierced the air, stirring up demonic energy. However, they missed again!
Qing Huan's figure appeared and disappeared around him like a ghost, each time leaving behind only a light, sarcastic remark:
"Left."
Too slow.
"Later."
"Oh? Wrong again."
"I'm right here, you old, blind fool."
The Bone Demon Venerable, like a trapped beast that had been provoked and completely lost, frantically waved its withered claws, stirring up a vortex of violent demonic energy that continuously pulverized the surrounding chaotic beast skeletons.
It roared, its demonic voice piercing the netherworld, attempting to lock onto the enemy with sound waves, but to no avail.
Every attack hit empty air, and every time that damned sound rang out precisely from the blind spot of his attack.
"Enough!!!"
Finally, after futilely expending a large amount of primordial demonic energy, the Bone Demon Venerable let out a roar as if his mind had collapsed. His single eye was bloodshot, filled with despair and madness.
"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail! If you have the guts, come out and fight me, your ancestor, fair and square! Use your fire! Burn me to death! Come on!"
A frenzied roar echoed in the deathly Netherworld, crashing against countless cold skeletons.
The annoying, ubiquitous mocking voice finally disappeared.
The Bone Demon Venerable was breathing heavily, his emaciated chest heaving violently, his single eye scanning the empty surroundings with a mixture of wariness and despair.
The Karma Red Lotus still hovered not far away, its divine flames burning quietly, as if unchanged since time immemorial.
It was deathly silent, like a tomb.
In the suffocating silence, Qing Huan's figure emerged as if slowly drawn from an ink painting, stepping out from the halo of the Karma Red Lotus.
With a strange pity on his face, he looked down at the panting, dimming Bone Demon Venerable below.
"Old bones, all I wanted to say was to let you die knowing why."
Qing Huan's voice calmed down, yet carried a detached indifference that seemed to penetrate eternity.
"Do you know what the Daoist Hongjun, who utterly destroyed you and forced you to flee here barely clinging to life, did afterward?"
The Bone Demon Venerable's single eye suddenly narrowed, staring intently at Qing Huan, his decaying throat bone bobbing with difficulty.
A faint yet extremely pure celestial light swirled around Qing Huan's fingertips as he slowly touched the old man's brow and dantian.
"Merged with the Heavenly Dao, I became a part of the operation of this Primordial Wilderness. In the Purple Cloud Palace, I preached to Three Thousand Mortal Guests, establishing the Universe lineage. From then on, I held the reins of the Mysterious Gate, Words Follow Law."
The Devil Dao? It has become a forbidden evil, and everyone has the right to kill it. There is no place left for the Rahula's Lineage in the world."
Each word was like a cold iron hammer, slamming heavily into the already decaying mind of the Bone Demon Venerable.
The Bone Demon Venerable's body trembled violently, as if he were enduring pain far worse than being burned by karmic fire.
"Body... Merged with the Heavenly Dao? Spreading the Dao to three thousand?"
He muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping.
"No... impossible... that old thief Hongjun... he... he actually..."
This news was more devastating for him than death itself.
This means that everything they believed in, the glory of the Demon Ancestor for which they fought and died, and for which they lived a life of ignominy, had long been trampled underfoot by their nemesis, utterly crushed, and turned into dust of history!
His unwavering dedication to the underworld, Kalpa, had become a complete joke! He was consumed by a profound sense of absurdity and the rage of being utterly fooled.
"And what about you?!"
The Bone Demon Venerable suddenly raised his head, his single eye burning with the last trace of madness and unwillingness, staring intently at Qing Huan.
"Oh."
A soft sneer broke the silence, carrying a nonchalant mockery, like a final announcement before crushing ants.
"You mean me? I'm a dying man, why should I know too much? Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."
They had long lost any interest in investigating the skeletal monster before them, which had been dormant for countless eons and had only now been disturbed and awakened.
Before he could finish speaking, Qing Huan casually flicked his finger.
There was no earth-shattering display, only a beam of light, condensed to its extreme and containing the essence of the Great Dao Laws, suddenly burst forth!
Wherever the beam of light passed, space silently vanished, revealing the raging, chaotic void beneath. The aura of Destruction was overwhelming and irresistible, instantly locking onto its target.
The two clusters of crimson soul flames that had been dancing in the empty eye sockets of the skeleton demon suddenly solidified, then flickered wildly, as if they were about to go out at any moment.
A primal, bone-deep fear caused its pale, bony body to tremble uncontrollably, its hoarse, dry voice filled with unbelievable despair:
"This oppressive aura... You, you are... Primordial Origin Golden Immortal?!"
Having just awakened from its long slumber, greedily inhaling the turbid Turbid Qi of the Netherworld for less than a hundred years, is it destined to be utterly reduced to dust by a casual strike from such a supreme being?