Emperor Formation Stuns the Demon Ancestor, Brahma Seeks Opportunity

Golden streaks of light raced through the chaotic rocks of Demon Mountain, their sharp, piercing whistling sounds echoing through the air. They whipped up clouds of black dust like surging, inky waves, carrying away fragments of rock and withered wood like a barrage of Demon Rock that struck the jagged Demon Rock with crackling sounds and Mars. The Demonic Might behind Ren Xiaoyao pressed down like Mount Tai Crushing Down, the Three Heads Six Arms Demon Ancestor Phantom of the Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong almost within reach. A jet-black Demon Blade, carrying a deathly aura that seemed to annihilate life, was less than three feet from the Golden Light Shield behind him. A chilling, malevolent aura emanated from it, carrying a Bone Erosion coldness that even caused the flowing golden Dao Patterns on the light shield to freeze slightly, as if threatened by this Baleful Evil Force power. The light of the Indestructible Emperor Formation flickered violently, like a candle burning in the wind. Fine golden Dao Patterns swirled wildly across the surface of the light shield, their speed transforming into streaks of golden light, weaving together a fragile yet resilient protective net. Each Dao Patterns was operating beyond its capacity, emitting a faint hum, as if it would collapse and shatter at any moment. The continuous escape and defense had already pushed the Primordial Chaos Origin to its limit, and even spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the light shield. Strands of pure demonic energy, like venomous snakes clinging to bones, took the opportunity to seep into his body through the cracks, traveling and spreading along his meridians. Wherever it passed, he felt a series of needle-like stings. The walls of his meridians were slightly numb from the Demonic Qi Erosion, even turning a faint black, causing his blood to surge violently. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he forced down this mouthful of blood, clenching his teeth, but his expression remained calm.

"You brat, don't you dare run!" The Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong shook the mountains and the entire Demon Mountain. The rocks beneath his feet crumbled and tumbled down in fist-sized fragments. Black demonic energy surged from the crisscrossing cracks like boiling black water, forming thick columns that shot straight into the sky, darkening the already gloomy heavens. Even the distant demonic trees trembled under this terrifying pressure, their withered branches snapping and falling to the ground with dull thuds. His Three Heads Six Arms exerted force simultaneously. Veins bulged on his six withered arms, twisting and turning like gnarled roots of an old tree. Black Demonic Essence surged beneath his skin like a rushing dark river, and countless eerie green demonic flames condensed, intertwined, and coiled in his palms. Finally, it coalesced into thick, jet-black chains, each about the thickness of a wrist. The chains were covered in twisted, writhing Demonic Runes, constantly contracting and expanding like living things. Highly corrosive Demonic Fluid dripped from their surfaces, sizzling as it hit the ground, corroding small pits and emanating a terrifying aura capable of annihilating the soul—even a mere touch would cause the soul to burn and decay, never to find peace again. These demonic flame chains, like a vast spiderweb, shot out from all directions, their ends bearing sharp, gleaming barbs, like deadly traps, relentlessly binding Ren Xiaoyao, blocking all escape routes. Once entangled, the fate was Soul Annihilation and body, leaving no chance for Reincarnation.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his pupils gleaming like Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice. His deep eyes held no fear, only a desperate resolve, knowing he was now on the brink of death, with no room for retreat. He whirled around, his movements lightning fast. The sudden turn created a visible vortex around him, swirling up dust and debris, forming a temporary black barrier. The golden patterns of the Indestructible Emperor Formation between his brows suddenly surged, like an ancient star awakening, bursting forth with dazzling golden light, dispelling the surrounding darkness by several feet. The golden halo illuminated his resolute face, outlining his cold, hard features, his killing intent tangible. The remaining Primordial Chaos Origin like a bursting river into the Emperor Array, roaring and pouring into every pattern. The Emperor Array's light grew ever brighter, even illuminating the space itself. The holy power shone faintly, and the demonic energy in the air melted away rapidly like snow meeting the blazing sun. The golden light screen, originally only half a zhang square, instantly expanded to several zhang in area. On the light screen, countless golden Formation Blade densely condensed, each shimmering with a holy and sharp luster. The blades flowed with profound Primordial Chaos Dao Charm, pouring down on the Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong Glory like a torrential rain, densely packed, blotting out the sky and almost covering the entire sky. This attack exhausted the remaining thirty percent of his Primordial Chaos Origin. The Formation Blade not only contained the supreme power to purify all Evil Filth, but also carried the unique Dao rhythm of suppressing the universe of Emperor Array. The air was cut by countless Formation Blade at the same time, emitting a sharp and piercing wail, as if the entire space was about to be torn apart, rippling with layers of spatial folds. The black demonic energy was completely annihilated in the Space Cracks, leaving not even a trace.

Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong of Withered Glory's expression hardened further. His three heads simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar. The left Demon Head spewed forth raging demonic flames, reaching several meters high, carrying an aura of utter destruction. The middle head roared obscure incantations, its voice like a demonic whisper piercing the mind, sending shivers down one's spine. The right head condensed powerful Demonic Essence, its palm radiating a surge of black light, containing destructive power. All six arms swung in unison, demonic flames surging like a tsunami before him, intertwining with countless black Demon Blade to form a black defensive barrier several meters high. The barrier was covered in flickering Demonic Runes, writhing like living creatures, emanating a strange aura that devoured all energy. This barrier, forged with a thousand years of cultivation, was powerful enough to withstand the full force of Golden Immortal Peak cultivator; even ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal would find it difficult to budge. However, the golden Formation Blade formed by Ren Xiaoyao's Emperor Array, like a dawn -Dawn Sharp Sword cleaving through darkness, contained the supreme power of the Primordial Chaos Origin. The power of Yang, the nemesis of demonic energy, pierced directly through the scorching demonic flames and struck the black barrier with a deafening clang, like thousands of war drums beating simultaneously. The shockwave made the surrounding rocks tremble, and tiny pebbles rained down, striking the ground with a series of loud thuds. The black barrier was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, from which golden light flickered, constantly eroding the barrier's Demonic Essence foundation. The Demon Ancestor Phantom let out a painful wail, its three heads simultaneously spewing out thick black mist, mixed with specks of dark red blood, clearly indicating it was severely injured. The Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong was thrown back several feet by the immense impact, the rocks beneath his feet shattering, creating a deep crater several feet deep. His pursuit abruptly halted, his eyes filled with unbelievable rage and horror, clearly not expecting Ren Xiaoyao to unleash such terrifying power in such a desperate situation.

"Now's the time!" Ren Xiaoyao dared not delay for a moment. His fingertips rapidly formed hand seals, a series of profound hand gestures intertwining before him. Golden light flowed from his fingertips, forming complex runes that swirled and danced in the air, radiating a vast spatial power. The remaining Primordial Chaos Origin was pushed to its limit, his body surging with golden light, almost solidifying, enveloping him like a dazzling golden sun. The surrounding demonic energy melted away like ice and snow under the golden light, turning into wisps of green smoke. The void before him rippled violently, like a lake surface tossed with a boulder. Where the ripples spread, space itself distorted slightly, groaning under the weight, as if it might collapse at any moment. A ten-foot... Xu Kuan's Space Cracks was forcibly torn open, its edges flashing with dangerous Space Turbulence, spinning and cutting like sharp blades. Pure and vast immortal power overflowed from within, cascading out like a waterfall, violently colliding with the surrounding dense demonic energy, emitting sizzling and burning sounds. White Immortal Mist and black demonic energy intertwined and eroded each other, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the air, emitting a faint smell of burning. He glanced back at the raging, distorted face of the Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong, a cold mockery flashing in his eyes. His figure transformed into a condensed golden light, diving into the Space Cracks without hesitation, leaving only a golden afterimage that vanished in an instant amidst the demonic energy.

"No--!" The Great Demon Ancestor Kurong was so angry that the three capitals were twisted and deformed. The canthus of the left demon eye was cracked, and the eyeball almost protruded from the socket, with scarlet bloodshot eyes covering the whites of the eyes; the fangs of the middle one were exposed, and they gritted loudly, sparks bursting out from the friction of the teeth; the right head's saliva flowed horizontally, and the dripping saliva corroded small pits on the ground, with black bubbles rising. The murderous intent in his eyes almost turned into a raging flame, burning everything around him. The demonic power surged to the extreme. The demonic energy around him was like a boiling black wave, setting off a demonic wave tens of feet high, shattering all the surrounding rocks within tens of feet, turning into powder and flying in the wind. The ground was forcibly blown down several feet, revealing the dark rock formations below. He He stretched out his withered palms like ghost claws and grabbed them towards the crack in space. The fingertips were filled with demonic flames, and the black demonic energy condensed into sharp claws, carrying the power of tearing the space. He wanted to forcefully prevent the crack from closing, but he could only watch the crack shrink rapidly in the violent collision of the immortal and demonic qi, and Ren Xiaoyao's figure completely disappeared. His ferocious face was full of unwillingness and resentment. He looked up to the sky and roared. His voice was like a roar from the Nine Nether Hells. It made the monsters in the depths of the Demon Mountain tremble. They all crouched on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads or even dare to breathe loudly. "Hongmeng Zhazai, even if you escape back to the fairy world, I will definitely make you die! Your soul will be destroyed and you will perish forever!"

Before the words were finished, the Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong sat cross-legged on the rubble, his black robes billowing and rustling without wind. Countless Demonic Runes swirled and shimmered on the fabric, emanating a dense, eerie aura, writhing like living Demonic Insects. The Three Heads Six Arms phantoms behind him slowly merged, transforming into a grotesque Demonic Curse Totem over ten feet tall. On the Totems, the three Demon Head heads were twisted to the extreme, displaying extreme rage, Bone Erosion resentment, and greedy desire, respectively. The six arms intertwined into bizarre hand seals, radiating a chilling, eerie aura. The surrounding demonic energy surged wildly into the Totems as if summoned, making Totems light even more intense. He chanted incantations, his voice obscure and eerie, like the simultaneous hissing of thousands of Demonic Insects, or the lowing of countless wronged souls. The words, piercing the deepest fears of the human heart, stirred the surrounding demonic energy, forming small vortexes of Demonic Baleful Energy shadows howled and struggled. The dense demonic energy around him condensed into countless pitch-black runes, shimmering with an eerie, ghostly green light. Like a tidal wave, these runes continuously surged into the Totems, each carrying a terrifying Curse, containing the primordial power of his millennia of cultivation and Essence Blood. This was the forbidden "Blood Soul Curse Kill Technique" of the Demon Realm realm. It required the user's own Essence Blood and primordial energy as a catalyst, sacrificing a thousand years of cultivation to cross the barriers of realms and lock onto the target's soul. Even if the target fled to the ends of the earth, hiding beyond the Three Realms and Six Paths, their soul could still be cursed and annihilated, condemned to endless suffering and never to be reborn.

However, just as the incantation was about to take shape, transforming into a thin, jet-black Soul Threads energy, carrying an aura of annihilation, like a lurking venomous snake, about to cross the boundary barrier and lock onto Ren Xiaoyao's divine soul, a sudden change occurred! Within Ren Xiaoyao's body, far away in the turbulent Space Passage, the Indestructible Emperor Formation seemed to sense this deadly divine soul threat and instantly activated automatically. Without his conscious effort, it displayed the wondrous power of the Emperor Array in protecting its master. A golden Emperor Mark, condensed to the point of being tangible, flew out from the depths of his divine soul. On the Emperor Mark, the Primordial Chaos Dao Charm flowed endlessly, like a vast Star River, spreading... Employing supreme power to suppress divine souls and purify Evil Filth, it surged upstream along the energy trajectory of the curse-killing technique, its speed surpassing the limitations of time and space, instantly traversing the vast distance between the realms of immortals and demons. Wherever the Emperor Mark passed, the pitch-black incantations melted away instantly like snow meeting the blazing sun, leaving not a trace. The Evil Filth power contained within was instantly purified, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the void. Even the raging turbulence in the Space Passage was smoothed out by this holy power, making the passage somewhat stable, and the previously rampant Space Fragments quieted down.

"Pfft—!" The Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong suddenly spat out a mouthful of Black Blood, mixed with specks of Black Blood Origin Fragments, like ink mixed with gold dust. The blood splattered on the ground, corroding small pits of varying depths, hissing and emitting black poisonous gas. His face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his aura suddenly weakened, as if all his essence and spirit had been drained away. The demonic energy around him also became dim and lifeless, no longer the violent surge it had been, only a faint fluctuation remained, like a candle flickering in the wind. The Blood Soul Curse Kill Technique had been forcibly backfired, not only causing him to lose a large amount of Essence Blood and a thousand years of primordial cultivation, but also severely damaging his soul. His sea of consciousness was churning, as if being tossed about by countless... The steel needle pierced him, causing excruciating pain. His vision blurred, and he struggled to maintain his balance, his body swaying precariously, held aloft only by sheer willpower. The Demonic Curse Totem on his back let out a mournful wail, shattering like glass, dissipating into specks of demonic energy that could never coalesce again. He stared at the void in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment, as if witnessing the most incredible thing in the world. His voice, hoarse as a broken gong, roared with boundless resentment, "What kind of formation is this? It can actually backfire on my Blood Soul Curse! This child must not be allowed to live, or he will surely become a great scourge to my Demon Realm! Issue the order: search the entire realm for cultivators of the Primordial Chaos Realm. Anyone who sees this child, kill him without mercy!"

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao had passed through the turbulent Space Passage and landed on a boundless sea of clouds in the Immortal Realm. As soon as he steadied himself, soft, cotton-like white clouds beneath his feet felt like sinking into fluffy brocade. Strands of immortal energy flowed into his body through his feet, bringing waves of comfort and dispelling the lingering demonic energy. He was surrounded by pure and vast immortal energy, which enveloped his body like warm water, a stark contrast to the filthy demonic energy of the Demon Realm. This instantly eased his tense nerves and alleviated much of his fatigue from the past few days. The moment he landed, he felt a slight stinging pain in his soul, like being gently pricked by a fine needle. Though fleeting, it was clearly discernible. Then, a golden Emperor Mark flew out from his body, circling once in the air, emitting a faint golden light that bathed the surrounding immortal power in a golden glow, like a layer of dazzling light gilding the boundless sea of clouds. It then slowly dissipated, merging back into his divine soul, nourishing his sea of consciousness and making his divine soul increasingly solid. He understood; it must have been the Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong had used underhanded tactics behind his back. Fortunately, the Indestructible Emperor Formation was infinitely wondrous, automatically protecting its master, which prevented the old demon from succeeding in his scheme and suffering a backlash from the curse. He imagined that the Old Devil was now in a sorry state, severely weakened, and unable to cause him any more trouble for the time being.

He sat cross-legged above the sea of clouds. The clouds, as if possessing sentience, automatically gathered to form a comfortable lotus platform, supporting his body. Celestial light flowed across the platform, constantly nourishing his flesh. He raised his hand and took out the fist-sized, azure Demonic Core. The Demonic Core felt cool and smooth to the touch, yet carried a perfectly balanced warmth, dispelling the lingering chill. Its surface was covered with delicate, natural Dao Patterns, like runes drawn by the very fabric of heaven and earth, profound and unfathomable. The azure light was pure and intense. The darkness, like the deepest night sky, seemed to conceal a dazzling Star Sea, radiating a vast and boundless Origin Power. Strands of energy seeped into his body through his palm, causing a slight tremor in his dantian, his Primordial Chaos Origin stirring restlessly. Ren Xiaoyao activated the Indestructible Emperor Formation, and a soft golden light overflowed from his palm, enveloping the Demonic Core like a veil, as gentle as spring rain nourishing all things, slowly purifying the violent demonic nature it contained. The black impurities were stripped away by the golden light, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating. Amidst the sea of clouds, pure Origin Power, like a rushing stream, slowly flowed into his body through his palms, coursing along his meridians. Wherever it passed, the damage from the previous battle and the hidden injuries caused by demonic energy were rapidly repaired. The residual demonic poison in his meridians was completely cleared, leaving only pure energy to nourish his body, making the Damaged Meridians walls even more resilient and wider than before. In his dantian, the previously somewhat empty Primordial Chaos Origin rapidly filled up like rain after a long drought, and his aura steadily rose, even surpassing his peak strength, faintly showing signs of breaking through to the mid-stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them like exploding stars, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, "Great Demon Ancestor Ku Rong, I will remember this grudge for now. Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! The most urgent task is to quickly improve my strength and break through my current realm, lest I fall into such a passive and dangerous situation again in the future."

Recalling the High Antiquity array fluctuations he had sensed deep within the Demon Mountain, the ancient and mysterious Daoist aura left a deep impression on him, etched into his heart like a brand. This, combined with the recent rumors circulating in the Immortal Realm about the Secret Realm, resonated with him, and Ren Xiaoyao made his decision. The Brahma Secret Realm was a top-tier Secret Realm passed down from Ancient Times in the Immortal Realm. Legend had it that it was the place where the High Antiquity Brahma Sage attained enlightenment. Within the Secret Realm, not only were there Primordial Chaos- level inheritances, countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and Ancient Divine Artifacts, but also the profound principles of Supreme Principles of Heaven and Earth gleaned by the sage, inscribed on the stone walls and Spirit Vein throughout the Secret Realm. This was enough to allow cultivators to achieve twice the results with half the effort, saving them considerable time and effort. The Thousand-Year Detour. Each time it opens, it attracts countless top cultivators from the Immortal Realm, and even some reclusive old monsters will appear, all vying for that one sliver of Heavenly Secrets. The Secret Realm contains both immense fortune and deadly danger, filled with High Antiquity restrictions and powerful guardian Demon Beast. Over the years, countless cultivators have perished within it, their No Existence, yet this does not deter their fervent pursuit of fortuitous opportunity. Now, with this extremely high-quality azure Demonic Core in his hands, and possessing the Indestructible Emperor Formation and the Primordial Chaos Origin, this is the perfect opportunity for him to explore the Brahma Secret Realm, seek fortuitous opportunity, and break through to a higher realm. He absolutely cannot miss it.

Composing himself, Ren Xiaoyao rose and stood atop the sea of clouds. With a wave of his hand, his divine sense spread out like a tide, covering an area of a hundred miles in Fang Yuan. He carefully sensed the fluctuations of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi heaven and earth), discerning the direction of the Brahma Secret Realm. The Kunlun Mountains, shrouded in immortal energy and billowing with clouds, were one of the regions with the richest Spiritual Qi in the Immortal Realm. Majestic peaks pierced the clouds, their summits perpetually covered in snow. High Antiquity immortal trees were everywhere, their branches and leaves lush and vibrant, exuding a rich vitality. Immortal Crane Spirit Deer frequently flew through the forests, creating a scene of celestial beauty. The Brahma Secret Realm was hidden deep within the mist of the mountains. This mist was formed from Ancient Spiritual Energy and the residual power of saints, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to penetrate. Only on specific days would the Secret Realm Entrance reveal itself. It emanated a unique Daoist aura. With the Secret Realm about to open, the Spiritual Qi energy in the world had become exceptionally active. Following this unique aura, imbued with High Antiquity principles, he quickly pinpointed its location. Then, his figure transformed into a dazzling golden streak, shooting towards the Kunlun Mountains —the location of the Brahma Secret Realm—like an arrow released from a bow. The sea of clouds swept past beneath his feet like surging white waves. A celestial breeze, carrying pure and rich energy, brushed against his face, invigorating him and dispelling the fatigue of days of fleeing. Although the road ahead was fraught with unknowns and dangers, and the Secret Realm was teeming with powerful figures and murderous intent danger, a single misstep could lead to death, his eyes burned with a fervent light, like burning stars.