"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
King Pan's Remnant Soul remained utterly unmoved. If Demon God Xiao Mang had not invited the wolf into the house, how could the Pan Hu Clan, under his protection, have been drawn into this great calamity?
Since he had done wrong, he had to pay the price for his mistakes.
"You old bastard, I'll fight you to the death!" Demon God Xiao Mang knew that King Pan's Remnant Soul would not change his mind. He immediately used his innate divine ability to draw upon Lunar Power. His body abruptly expanded by tens of thousands of feet, then he opened his mouth and inhaled, intending to swallow all the poisonous miasma within this Minor World into his belly. He roared, "Heavenly Demon True Body, Sun-Swallowing Secret Art!"
Demon God Xiao Mang had comprehended the Dao of the Lunar, allowing him to temporarily strengthen himself with Lunar Power. Yet swallowing poisonous miasma like this was no different from courting death.
He was gambling!
He was gambling that before his physical body and primordial spirit completely decayed, he could find King Pan's Remnant Soul and destroy it. Only then would he have a chance to survive.
King Pan's secret art might be powerful, but without anyone to cast it, it would be water without a source. With his Heavenly Demon True Body, he still had a chance to endure it.
"Courting death!"
King Pan's Remnant Soul sneered. "Since you're in such a hurry to die, this ancestor will grant your wish!"
Before his words had faded, a high-grade innate spirit sword carrying terrifying curse power descended fiercely upon Demon God Xiao Mang's Heavenly Demon True Body amid boundless baleful qi.
Where the sword light passed, even the void let out sizzling sounds of corrosion. This Innate Spiritual Treasure was one of King Pan's three treasures: the King Pan Yuan Gu Sword!
It was also what Demon God Xiao Mang had coveted.
"No!"
Demon God Xiao Mang let out a miserable scream. If he had remained in his Innate Dao Body form, he might have been able to evade this strike. But now, in the form of a gigantic hound standing tens of thousands of feet tall, he had pushed his Heavenly Demon True Body to its limit. He was nothing more than a living target.
The King Pan Yuan Gu Sword, filled with boundless resentment and baleful power, was sinister and vicious. Under King Pan's Remnant Soul's control, it pierced straight through Demon God Xiao Mang.
Xuan Qing's Other Self Incarnation watched the scene with lingering fear. He realized that he had still underestimated the power of a quasi-saint.
Even as a mere remnant soul, even with the authority of the Plague God and no fear of countless poisonous miasmas, King Pan's Art of Curse was truly impossible to guard against.
Even now, he could not figure out how Demon God Xiao Mang had fallen victim to the Bloodline Poison.
"It was all because of you!"
As if knowing that he would certainly die, Demon God Xiao Mang immediately turned toward Xuan Qing's Other Self Incarnation. "If you hadn't conspired with that old bastard King Pan, how could I have ended up like this?"
"Die!"
At the final moment of his life, Demon God Xiao Mang chose to charge at Xuan Qing's Other Self Incarnation. His mana surged wildly as he intended to detonate his Heavenly Demon Dharma Body and drag Xuan Qing's Other Self Incarnation down with him.
Xuan Qing remained unmoved.
He had long guessed that he might be caught up in this. What remained here was only an Other Self Incarnation, and Demon God Xiao Mang's self-destruction would not affect his true body in the slightest.
Boom!
The Minor World formed from King Pan's cultivation could no longer maintain the stability of space under the dying counterattack of a Great Luo Demon God.
Countless spatial cracks appeared within the King Pan Bead. The poisonous miasma turned into vortexes of void, as though everything would completely collapse in the next instant.
"Is it all over?"
Only after half a day did Xuan Qing's true body emerge from the void to inspect the area. He saw a jade-green bead covered in cracks flying toward him.
"The King Pan Bead!"
Xuan Qing did not allow it to approach. Instead, he sent out a strand of mana and held it suspended a hundred feet away, quietly observing any changes in the bead.
Sure enough, King Pan's Remnant Soul slowly manifested. Like a candle flickering in the wind, it seemed as though it would dissipate at any moment. "Little friend, you have fulfilled what you promised me, and I will not break my word! This King Pan Bead was formed from my insights into the Great Dao of plague poison, curses, and the like. Once you refine it, you will naturally gain something from it!"
"As for the King Pan Yuan Gu Sword and the Heavenly Gu Yuan Yu Banner, they are also within the King Pan Bead. However, they suffered some damage from Xiao Mang's dying counterattack and will need to be nourished with your mana for a time!"
Xuan Qing nodded at once. "Then many thanks for your gift, Senior!"
King Pan's Remnant Soul slowly dissipated.
After another moment, Xuan Qing finally activated his mana and drew the King Pan Bead into his hand.
However, rather than refining it, he tossed it into the Innate Thunder Pool.
He had an ominous premonition!
Cultivators often experienced sudden intuitions. Xuan Qing had comprehended the Innate Eight Trigrams and possessed the authority of the Plague God, making him especially sensitive in this regard.
The Innate Eight Trigrams were originally a method for deducing Heavenly Secrets. To a certain extent, they could predict fortune and misfortune, helping cultivators seek fortune and avoid calamity.
The authority of the Plague God was not as simple as it appeared. Refining poisons and spreading miasma was plague; raising gu and controlling evil spirits was plague; causing someone to suffer terrible misfortune without them realizing it, weakening their Fortune, was also an application of the Great Dao of Plague and Pestilence.
Fortune was mysterious and profound, yet it truly existed. Those blessed with flourishing Fortune could often turn danger into safety, while those whose Fortune had fallen to rock bottom might choke even when drinking cold water. They could be sitting safely at home when disaster fell from the sky, struck at any time by unexpected calamity and a life-or-death Karmic Tribulation.
The authority of the Plague God included Dharma Gates for weakening another's Fortune, sensing fortune and misfortune, and avoiding calamities.
It never hurt to be cautious!
Although King Pan had fallen and his remnant soul had dissipated into nothingness, who knew what he had truly been thinking? What if he had intended to drag Xuan Qing down with him?
"Refine!"
Xuan Qing shouted and immediately activated the Innate Thunder Pool, using its vast thunder power to continuously scour the cracked King Pan Bead, which could collapse at any moment.
Thunder was the most rigid and yang energy, while the Innate Thunder Pool contained boundless Heavenly Might. Xuan Qing believed that any sinister scheme would fail before it.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, an enraged roar sounded from within the King Pan Bead. The phantom of a gu insect flickered into view. If it was not King Pan, who should have long since fallen, then who was it?
The gu insect was purple-black and shaped like a silkworm cocoon. Countless strands of poisonous miasma wrapped around it, while strange and terrifying dark-green patterns were branded across its surface.
Xuan Qing opened his Dharma Eye and looked toward the gu insect, only to discover that Old Ancestor Panwang's remnant soul dwelled within it. It was an incomparably vicious three-headed Pan hound.
"Ancestor, we meet again!"
Xuan Qing was not at all surprised to see King Pan's remnant soul, because the authority of the Plague God and the Innate Eight Trigrams had already warned him earlier!
An existence of this level was indeed extraordinary. Everyone had believed that he was dead, yet none had noticed that another remnant soul of his was dwelling within the gu insect.
This time, Xuan Qing did not hesitate in the slightest. The Innate Thunder Pool operated frantically, and tens of thousands of divine thunderbolts poured down upon the remnant soul like a torrential rain.
Boom!
Thunder was vast and mighty, especially effective against evil beings—particularly against Old Ancestor Panwang in his remnant soul state.
"You..."
Old Ancestor Panwang still wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the thunder filling the sky annihilated him. The ultimate power of destruction instantly struck the gu insect.
To be safe, Xuan Qing also used the Purple Lightning Hammer, a top-grade spirit treasure, and gave the King Pan Bead a "tribulation baptism" with Purple Firmament Divine Thunder!
This was no ordinary thunder. It was a Heavenly Dao divine thunder, possessing the terrifying power to destroy everything.
Finally, after half an hour of thunderous baptism, the ominous feeling that had made Xuan Qing's heart palpitate gradually receded like the tide.
Only then did Xuan Qing dare touch the King Pan Bead and attempt to refine the Dao essence within it.
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