Great Demon Born

To ordinary people, Black Python Mountain was incredibly dangerous, but the two Nascent Soul cultivators did not take it seriously in the slightest.

They brought out their magical treasures as if no one else were around, bombarding each other with various high-powered spells.

As the saying goes, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer.

This action not only startled countless birds, but even the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards were caught in the crossfire, fleeing in panic in every direction.

Trees on the mountain were flattened in swathes, fires ignited in some areas, and boulders tumbled down; if they continued to fight like this, several nearby peaks would surely collapse.

However, the two of them naturally did not care; they had eyes only for each other, both wishing to put their opponent to death.

Yet, the strength of these two fellows seemed to be on par, so after fighting for a long time, they remained evenly matched, unable to determine a victor.

Suddenly, the mountain in front of them seemed to move.

Neither of the two Nascent Soul cultivators paid it any mind; their eyes were fixed only on each other, both assuming that the tremors were caused by their previous spells shaking the mountain body.

In front, the cultivator dressed in green robes wore a grave expression.

The person before him had to die.

He reached into his robes and took out a spiritual talisman, a trace of reluctance flickering deep within his eyes.

"A talisman treasure refined by a Deity Transformation ancestor?"

The middle-aged woman in red robes who was pitted against him saw this scene, and a look of fear flashed through her eyes.

"This treasure... where did you get it?"

The green-robed cultivator did not answer, a cruel sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

"Madam Wei, today is your death day."

"Did you deliberately lure me here?"

The middle-aged woman was struck with great terror, her heart filled with regret; had she known, she should not have been so eager for revenge that she separated from her companions to pursue a powerful enemy alone.

But it was too late to say such things now.

She knew clearly that a talisman treasure crafted by a Deity Transformation ancestor was something she could never hope to contend with.

Was she truly going to perish today?

What should she do?

However, before this thought could even fully form, she suddenly widened her eyes in astonishment, her mouth hanging open, as if she had seen something inconceivable.

"Fool!"

Seeing her opponent looking past him with such a strange expression, the green-robed cultivator remained unmoved, instead cursing her silently in his heart.

What a clumsy trick; did she think she could use such a method to fool him into turning around and distracting him so she could escape?

Don't be naive!

"H-h-h..."

Madam Wei was already pointing a finger behind him, her entire arm trembling incessantly, while only strange, meaningless sounds escaped her throat.

Her eyes grew wider and wider, as if she were too shocked to speak.

The green-robed cultivator finally felt that something was wrong... this acting was just too good!

Although he was worried that this was a ruse to distract him, he ultimately could not resist and turned his head.

Then, the green-robed cultivator felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight up his spine to the top of his head; his scalp tingled, and he likewise widened his eyes, gasping and stuttering, unable to utter a word.

He saw that about ten yards behind him, a mountain peak had actually stood up from the ground.

That was right, the mountain peak had stood up.

Even as a Nascent Soul ancestor with vast experience, the green-robed cultivator was left dumbstruck by this scene.

But soon, an even more horrifying image met his eyes.

Rumble!

The mountain peak trembled, and large chunks of rock fell away, along with all the flowers, grass, and trees attached to it.

Then, the peak that had risen from the ground finally revealed its true form.

It was actually the head of a gigantic python.

What mountain peak rising from the ground? It turned out to be nothing more than the giant python before them raising its head.

"Ch-chatter..."

Their teeth chattering, the faces of both cultivators turned deathly pale.

They could hardly believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

What kind of monster was this?

What kind of snake was this?

Why was a mere head as massive as a towering mountain peak?

ROAR!

The python suddenly reared its head, emitting a thunderous hiss.

The mountains echoed, sounding just like rolling peals of heavenly thunder.

"Pfft..."

The two Nascent Soul cultivators flushed crimson and spat out mouthfuls of blood in unison.

They trembled all over, drenched in cold sweat.

It was not as if they had never seen great demons before, but the one before them—a single head rising from the ground like a mountain—meant that its body...

The two felt a chill run down their spines and dared not think further.

"Black Python Mountain..."

The woman muttered to herself.

She recalled hearing mountain travelers and hunters nearby speak of a demon in the mountains.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, she had originally paid it no mind, but as she gazed at the undulating mountain range now, she wondered...

Could it be...

She was struck with terror, realizing the most inconceivable yet most horrifying possibility.

RUMBLE!

A deafening sound reached their ears once more.

But this time, it was not the python's hiss; the entire undulating mountain range before them had suddenly begun to move.

Trees toppled, boulders tumbled, and the earth was churned open.

A colossal python came into their view.

Its body, vast as a mountain, was covered in massive scales that shimmered with a black luster, stretching far into the horizon.

No one knew how long it was.

A hundred miles?

Several hundred miles?

Or perhaps over a thousand?

It had already exceeded the reach of the two Nascent Soul cultivators' divine senses.

A great demon had emerged!

Black Python Mountain had finally revealed its true face; the endless mountain range stretching to the sky was actually the Black Python Demon King itself.

Who could have imagined it?

Everyone said there was a demon in the mountains.

Yet, the mountain range itself was the king of demons.

Pinned by those two eyes, each as large as a small hill, neither the green-robed cultivator nor the red-clad woman dared to move a muscle.

Moments ago, they had sought to kill one another, but by now, that hatred had been cast aside, forgotten somewhere unknown.

"A... great... demon..."

The two felt a bitter taste in their mouths, their bodies turning limp. They never imagined they would be buried in a demon's belly today.

Above the nine heavens, amidst the gale winds.

A Locust Wood Immortal Sword, plain and even somewhat crude in design, rode the wind, cutting through the sky.

There was no spiritual light flowing upon it, only a heaven-piercing sword intent.

But then, that sword intent slowly receded, no longer leaking a single trace, yet it became even more dense, coating the surface of the blade like a physical substance.

It tore through the sky, the gale winds acting as its vanguard, pointing straight toward Black Python Mountain.

With the sword intent concealed, it naturally went unnoticed by the great demon.

Meanwhile, the two Nascent Soul cultivators were on the verge of collapse.

The green-robed man, in particular, was only a few dozen feet from the python's head, watching as it slowly opened its blood-red maw.

It was bottomless, as if it led to the nine netherworlds of the Yellow Springs.

Huge fangs dripped with foul-smelling snake saliva.

"AH!"

The green-robed man could no longer endure the terror in his heart.

He did not want to perish like this.

He certainly did not want to be buried in a snake's belly.

And so, he made an incredibly unwise choice.

He suddenly turned his body and fled for his life.