Duanmu Ji Driven Mad by Consecutive Restraints

Ancient God Land, Forbidden Mountain.

Duanmu Ji looked at the restrictions before him, his aged face etched with a hint of fury. "What I loathe most are these convoluted restrictions."

"I broke through once a millennium ago, and now I must do it again. It truly makes my head ache with rage!"

Duanmu Ji crushed a spirit stone in his hand, turned to the side, and glared at the surrounding restrictions, his brows arching. "The energy of these restrictions has been increased... Such a ruthless, underhanded move must be the work of that degenerate brat, Devil Lord Six Desires."

"When I catch you, I will make sure you experience every torture in this world before you die!"

Duanmu Ji stepped forward, but suddenly sensing something amiss, he tried to halt his pace, only to trigger the Wind-Thunder Restriction of this place.

"Wind-Thunder Restriction?"

Duanmu Ji sneered at the sight, flicking his sleeve casually to raise a thick barrier of spiritual energy around his body.

"Mere superficial Wind-Thunder restrictions. I could shatter them with my bare hands a thousand years ago; does this pathetic power think it can stop me now?"

Purple lightning and cyan wind blades struck his barrier in rapid succession, but they merely stirred up a few ripples before vanishing without a trace.

Duanmu Ji walked on with his hands behind his back, his pace never faltering, treating the restrictions as nothing more than a child's plaything.

Yet, the moment he stepped into the core area of the restrictions, the temperature plummeted. A bone-chilling cold seeped through the gaps in his spiritual energy, instantly wrapping around his limbs.

"Hmm?"

Duanmu Ji's expression shifted slightly as he realized ice crystals had already formed on the ground, and countless ice spikes were shooting toward him from all directions.

"Not good."

Duanmu Ji's face stiffened. He hurriedly formed hand seals to activate the bronze gourd hanging at his waist. The gourd's mouth spewed rolling heat, intending to melt the frost, but he had not expected the extreme cold profound energy hidden beneath the ice layer.

The heatwave was frozen the instant it collided with the ice spikes, and the gourd itself was violently shaken by a massive force, a fine crack appearing on its surface before it shattered into two pieces with a crisp snap.

"My Zhenyuan Gourd!" Looking at the fragments scattered on the ground, Duanmu Ji's aged face twisted instantly, the fury in his eyes nearly erupting.

Duanmu Ji suddenly looked up toward the depths of the restrictions, his voice hoarse with rage: "Devil Lord Six Desires! You dare destroy my treasure? This grudge is irreconcilable! Today, even if I have to tear down this Forbidden Mountain, I will grind your bones to dust!"

Luo Chuan, who was closest to Duanmu Ji, heard the commotion from behind. He turned around with a suave air and said with a smile:

"It seems the old ghost Duanmu Ji has caught up. Perfect. Let's use him as a tool to deal with the barriers and formations left behind by that Devil Lord Six Desires ahead."

To make Duanmu Ji even angrier, Luo Chuan had increased the energy of the local restrictions; anyone who touched even a hair's breadth of this area would face unimaginable restrictive attacks.

Although a Spirit Transformation expert could easily pass through, it would still require the consumption of a vast number of treasures and spirit stones. This act of shifting the disaster onto another would surely make Devil Lord Six Desires so happy he'd want to fly.

As time passed, Duanmu Ji caught up to Luo Chuan, but he no longer possessed the composure of a Spirit Transformation expert; instead, he walked forward in a disheveled, wretched state.

Duanmu Ji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glaring ferociously as he gritted his teeth. "Damn bastard... Devil Lord Six Desires, I will surely tear you limb from limb!"

Xu Liguo, hiding in the shadows, watched Duanmu Ji's position, then carefully turned around and transmitted his voice:

"Master, with your strength, why not just kill these fellows? Then no one would be able to block our path."

Luo Chuan smiled indifferently. "Having someone help us clear the path ahead is naturally the best-case scenario."

"Besides, neither Duanmu Ji nor Devil Lord Six Desires are good people. Letting them exhaust each other's treasures will give us enough time to break the final restriction."

Hearing this, Xu Liguo raised his brows. Although he didn't know exactly what Luo Chuan was planning, he could tell this guy was shifting the trouble onto others.

At this moment, a disheveled Duanmu Ji walked to the final restricted plaza and, seeing Devil Lord Six Desires still sitting cross-legged, let out a sharp shout.

"Devil Lord Six Desires, I really must thank you for your 'care' along this journey!"

Duanmu Ji did not hesitate, summoning his treasure and firing it ruthlessly at Devil Lord Six Desires, intent on obliterating him right there.

Devil Lord Six Desires frowned, his fingers dancing as a special barrier appeared, easily blocking Duanmu Ji's attack.

"Old thing, have you lost your mind? If you destroy the restrictions here, we'll all die!"

Duanmu Ji didn't care. His fingers moved rapidly, and several special flags appeared in the surroundings, trapping Devil Lord Six Desires firmly within.

"Devil Lord Six Desires, this is a trump card treasure I found in a Level 5 cultivation nation. Being able to die by its hand is a fitting end for you!"

Seeing Duanmu Ji's relentless assault, Devil Lord Six Desires' face turned livid. He had no choice but to stand up reluctantly and control the puppets beside him to launch a counterattack.

Devil Lord Six Desires formed seals with both hands and shouted in a low voice: "Abdominal Desire!"

Instantly, a yellow aura surged out from the young man's seven orifices, forming a flying sword that collided with the spiritual light spat out by Duanmu Ji.

A ripple of spiritual energy immediately spread out, triggering several nearby restrictions, and waves of pressure emanated from within them.

Duanmu Ji's eyes were filled with hatred. Unable to continue his attack, he immediately lunged toward a restriction, doing his utmost to prevent it from activating.

Devil Lord Six Desires did the same. After some frantic patching, they finally managed to calm the restrictions that had been triggered by the spiritual fluctuations. At this point, he was pale, staring at Duanmu Ji with a savage expression.

"Old ghost Duanmu, if you're looking for death, just charge into the restrictions right now!"

"Today, even if I have to burn my soul to nothing, I will refine you, you degenerate bastard, to death!"

The two clashed repeatedly, the surging energy waves spreading outward like a raging sea, distorting the very air wherever they passed.

Duanmu Ji gripped his treasure tightly and said coldly: "Devil Lord Six Desires, for a thousand years I have watched you slaughter countless formation sects and keep the Demon Cultivation Sea in turmoil, all just to refine these pathetic restrictions of yours!"

"Today, I will show you that your so-called convoluted formations are, in the end, nothing but external trifles!"

Devil Lord Six Desires clenched his fists and spoke coldly: "Old thing, how dare you criticize my restrictions? Even if I perish today, I will ensure you have no place to be buried!"

"Shut up! When you were setting up these interlocking formations, did you ever think this day would come? Even if I have to self-detonate, I will make sure your soul is scattered to the winds!"