A Line Severing Heaven
With a thunderous boom, a fierce aura rushed straight at him.
Within that aura was killing intent like a reeking storm of blood and gore. Then, a mass of demonic shadows surged forth! In mere moments, they gathered into dense black clouds, mixed with chilling currents and howling gales as they descended. The sight was truly terrifying.
"Not bad." A strange gleam flashed in Jin Chengliang's eyes.
"It seems these demonic cultivation scriptures contain the lingering wills left behind by experts of crooked and heterodox paths. These secret manuals may well retain the spiritual thoughts of certain powerful masters."
Whoosh, whoosh! Amid the howling wind, the humanoid demonic shadows pounced, accompanied by rolling black mist that engulfed everything.
Some of these ancient scriptures came from the Middle Ages; some were works left behind by World-Staying Fiends; others had been restored by Heavenly King Chenling. No one knew how long they had rested in this great library. Nurtured by time and absorbing the boundless spiritual essence of books, they had gradually developed sentience, becoming demon spirits and cultivating strange divine abilities of their own.
The power unleashed by these demonic cultivation scriptures working together was no weaker than the assault of dozens of experts who had cultivated Manifestation. Even the aftermath was enough to scatter a cultivator's soul.
"Come at me."
Jin Chengliang gave a cold smile and suddenly unleashed his might. He activated the Eight Extremes Spirit-Returning Immortal Art, and eight shadows abruptly flew out, weaving into a dense web of seals that enveloped all the demon spirits within the books.
"This is bad! What kind of method is this?! This man is actually sealing us instead?"
"Impossible! Why is he so overbearing? What spell is this? How could he possibly do such a thing?!"
"This