The Cauldron Suppresses the Devil Lord, the Nan Household Falls
Town!
This single word is like a law of heaven.
The trajectory of the bronze cauldron as it crashed down was completely unpretentious; it was simply the purest form of overwhelming force.
In the eyes of the remaining members of the Nan Household, with each inch the cauldron sank, the surrounding world collapsed inwards.
Nothing could be more cruel and oppressive than this!
Even the laws of heaven and earth, which had been eroded, rewritten, and solidified by the aura of the Nine Netherworlds, were repelled under the suppression of the Immortal Cauldron, and the two similar forces were canceling each other out.
Holding the Immortal Cauldron Yu Tunzhou could clearly sense that this Devil Lord's realm was slightly higher than the Immortal Cauldron's, but in terms of the power that could be unleashed in the world at that moment, the Immortal Cauldron had the advantage!
The Nine Netherworlds ' erosion of heaven and earth was stopped in time. This Devil Lord's power was limited, remaining only at the level of Immortals and Gods, and he could not take action himself, so he could only rely on the bodies of the Nan Household disciples.
With this thought in mind, he didn't pause for a moment. He brought the cauldron down again, his power unmatched, intending to first wipe out the Nan Household before suppressing the rift.
A chilling will surged forth from the cracks like a tide, no longer the indifferent gaze of before, but filled with naked rage and murderous intent.
That will swept over the prostrate disciples of the Nan Household below, devoid of any hint of "blessing," leaving only pure, indiscriminate taking from all things.
[Sacrifice]
These two words are like ice that has stood for millennia.
Among the Nan Household disciples kneeling on the ground below, some more of their bodies exploded.
Blood mist surged into the edges of the fissures, filling the healing cracks and slowing the rate of contraction once again.
The leading elders of the External Scenery shuddered, their fear finally taking over.
"Devil Lord..." an elder began to plead, his voice trembling, but before he could finish speaking, his body swelled up like an inflated sack, and dense black lines appeared on his skin, as if something was growing wildly inside him.
It wasn't just him.
The remaining hundreds of Nan Household disciples present, regardless of their cultivation level, age, or gender, all began to swell at the same moment.
The Devil Lord bloodline within them, once seen as the key to unlocking a new era, has now become a deadly curse.
Some screamed in terror, some tried to resist, but most were obsessed and insane, their minds already twisted.
"No... no! Your Majesty, I too can fight for you like Nan Zhongwei..."
Dark demonic energy was already emanating from the seven orifices of an old man from the External Scenery Realm.
He frantically crawled toward the crevice, trying to pray, but his body exploded silently halfway there.
Flesh and blood, along with the Primordial Spirit, disappeared into a scarlet bloodline that shot straight into the crevice.
Then, figures exploded one after another, even the elders of the External Scenery Clan were no exception.
Hundreds of blood-red lines rose simultaneously, weaving together into a bizarre crimson net that enveloped the rift.
Twisted human faces, faintly visible within the blood streaks, wailed and struggled silently, yet were unable to break free from the shackles deep within their bloodlines.
Until the fissure swallowed everything.
This Nan Household is now devoid of life.
The entire fissure became more solid, like a truly open eye, embedded between heaven and earth.
Nan Zhongwei, with only his severed head hanging in the Void, witnessed all of this.
He saw familiar faces vanish into nothingness in the blood mist, without even a scream, before disappearing into the deep rift.
The vertical pupil in the rift never once glanced at the Nan Household members beneath its feet.
Just like a person wouldn't look at the ants at their feet.
Just as firewood doesn't need to know why a flame burns.
Nan Zhongwei's lips moved silently.
The last thing he thought of wasn't the desolation of his clan's annihilation, nor the anger of being abandoned, but rather why, even though he had clearly obtained the power of Immortals and Gods, he couldn't even stop Yu Tunzhou from using the cauldron?
Utterly ridiculous.
"I fear there may be trouble in the mountains. I urge the mountain lord to return to the mountain gate immediately to guard it. I will suffice to stay here."
Shouzheng heard the sound of Yu Tunzhou and immediately became serious, understanding the situation perfectly.
But before he left, there was one more thing he needed to do.
He looked at Nan Zhongwei, sighed softly, and said nothing more, only throwing a punch.
This punch wasn't fast; at least in Nan Zhongwei's perception, it felt as if it had traveled through countless years to reach him. Wherever the fist passed, those ancient figures that seemed to live in the past came to life.
The clanging of clashing weapons, the echoes of shouts on the battlefield, the prayers of our ancestors... countless flashes of light and shadow streaked along the sides of the fist's path.
Nan Zhongwei wanted to close his eyes and wait for death.
But among those blurred figures of the ancients, he vaguely saw a few familiar outlines—
Those were several figures standing at the forefront, walking on the frontier of the Eastern Wilderness, cutting through thorns and brambles, pointing their swords at evil. Although their faces were blurred, the outline between their brows was exactly the same as the portraits of the ancestors enshrined in the Nan Household.
Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Nan Household entered the Eastern Wilderness together with Floating Hill Mountain, drove out evil spirits, turned the tide, and won the support of countless people in the Eastern Wilderness.
Back then, the Nan Household took pride in protecting the Eastern Wilderness and the Human Race. How could they have imagined that their descendants would invite wolves into their home, sacrifice their entire clan, and willingly become servants of demons?
"Ancestor..."
Nan Zhongwei stared blankly at the illusory figures, the resentment in his eyes gradually disappearing, replaced by bewilderment, fear, and a deep-seated sorrow.
Only at this moment did he completely break down.
If successful, the Nan Household will rule the Eastern Wilderness and eye the Central Plains!
But what if we lose?
The Cangling, which our ancestors had guarded for thousands of years, were destroyed in his hands; the Nan Household bloodline, which had been passed down for thousands of years, ended in his generation!
Boom--!
Without the protection of demonic energy or the blessing of the Devil Lord, this solitary head was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of the Shouzheng Fist Intent.
The remaining head turned to dust and vanished into the world, completely erasing Nan Zhongwei's presence from the world.
At this point, the Daoist Shouzheng glanced once more at the location of the Yu Tunzhou, his heart filled with emotion. He had never imagined that the Ancestral Artifact would cooperate so perfectly.
The next moment, his figure tore through the Void and disappeared from the spot.
Yu Tunzhou held the Immortal Cauldron, its immortal light surging like a tide, its power boundless.
With the full cooperation of the spirit of the Immortal Cauldron, this power moved as smoothly as an extension of his own arm, giving him the illusion that he held the "heaven and earth" in his hands.
It seems that whatever lies ahead will be reduced to ashes with a single smashing of the cauldron!
This power was almost as great as when he used the power of the Dragon Race in the Dragon Gate to activate the Vajra Bracelet!
A chilling voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth at that moment. "The legacy of the Human Emperor, you wish to prevent my descent?"
Yu Tunzhou, known for his actions rather than words, gathered his strength and smashed the cauldron into the deserted Nan Household.
Just then, a burst of blood-red light shot into the sky, and a figure emerged from below the rift.
She was enveloped in a dense crimson aura, her presence even stronger than Nan Zhongwei's from before. Clearly, the Devil Lord had completely abandoned the now-useless Nan Zhongwei, instead pouring all his power into the more powerful Nan Feng.
"Yu Tunzhou."
Nan Feng spoke, her voice eerily calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"You destroyed the foundation of my Nan Household, causing all my Nan Household members to perish in the Nine Netherworlds today. Today, I will show you what it truly means to..."
Before he could finish speaking...
A cauldron swept in.
Like brushing dust off a desk.
It also resembles sweeping away insects and flies from inside the house.
Yu Tunzhou was too lazy to waste words with her. To deal with this kind of puppet that had been forcibly piled on, one cauldron wasn't enough, so he would use another.
Boom--!
The ancient cauldron crashed down, unleashing a torrent of celestial light.
To the slight surprise of both him and the Immortal Cauldron, Nan Feng actually withstood the attack!
A dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth, and water vapor filled the surrounding hundred miles, quickly turning the area into a vast swamp.
Behind Nan Feng, a true dragon seemed to awaken, its eyes opening wide, exuding a fierce aura. The dragon, a thousand feet long from head to tail, coiled beside Nan Feng, its scales dark and dull.
With a furious roar, the dragon lowered its head and arched its back, gathering its strength, and pounced towards the Yu Tunzhou. As it leaped, the water vapor in the sky surged and churned, like a ten-thousand-foot wave crashing down from the sky!
Yu Tunzhou swung the cauldron backhand.
The Immortal Cauldron cooperated perfectly, its celestial light soaring into the heavens. The clear light hanging down from the cauldron resembled strings of silver rivers, dazzling and incredibly heavy, directly pressing down on the true dragon's essence, preventing it from turning over!
The true dragon spirit roared angrily, its claws and teeth sharp. Although it was a spirit, it still possessed terrifying brute force. Furthermore, it was protected by boundless water vapor, forcibly supporting the clear light, and fiercely pounced on the weakest part of the Yu Tunzhou.
Buzz!
"Don't panic, Great Immortal!"
The Immortal Cauldron erupted instantly, unleashing boundless celestial energy that cascaded down like a waterfall, vast and endless, like a boundless ocean, fixing the true dragon's essence in the Void before collecting it into the cauldron.
It thought to itself that by cooperating so well, it should at least be able to salvage some of the impression it had made regarding its previous slip of the tongue.
Before his departure, the former Human Emperor sighed that if he wanted to advance further, his future hopes would still rest on the Daoist School. This is the reason why the sect has been stationed at Floating Hill Mountain for many years, and therefore, it is even more unwilling to offend this high-ranking Daoist School.
Yu Tunzhou transmitted his voice, "This creature is just right for one of my little pets to devour. Temporarily subdue and suppress it; do not kill it."
From the moment he entered, Huntian was overjoyed, recognizing that this was at least a true dragon essence of the immortal Immortals and Gods level. If he could swallow it, it would greatly replenish his foundation.
Yu Tunzhou asked for it on their behalf, but inwardly he wondered, where did the Nan Household get a true dragon essence of Immortals and Gods- like rank?
Was it a gift from the Devil Lord, or a treasured possession of the Nan Household?
There is no true dragon of the immortal Immortals and Gods level in the four seas nowadays; it is only rumored that there is a true dragon of the Dharma Aspect level guarding the overseas regions.
This strange phenomenon made him think of the true purpose of his trip to the Eastern Wilderness.
The spirit of the Immortal Cauldron was taken aback. "I wonder what the Great Immortal's pet is...?"
It also planned to refine the essence of a true dragon at the peak of Immortals and Gods, since the losses from this operation would be considerable, and this would make up for some of the losses.
"A Golden-Winged Great Peng."
The spirit of the Immortal Cauldron was filled with awe. Judging from its exposed identity, could it be a descendant of one of the Great Sage demon sages from the ancient times?
Nan Feng's face twisted in disbelief. That thousand-foot-long true dragon was a trump card bestowed upon her by the Devil Lord, yet it couldn't even withstand a single exchange before being captured by the opponent's cauldron?!
"Impossible!"
Nan Feng shouted, and Nine Netherworlds energy around him exploded, unleashing his Immortals and Gods pressure without reservation.
She launched a full-scale attack, unleashing a variety of Divine Ability, including the Six Desires Devil Flame and the Nine Netherworlds Foul Qi... Each strike was enough to tear apart the defenses of an ordinary Dharma Aspect.
However, all attacks landing on the celestial light descending from the Immortal Cauldron were like waves crashing against rocks.
The waves shattered into countless pieces, but the reefs remained completely still.
The spirit of the Immortal Cauldron was now completely unleashed.
Because it discovered that this true dragon's essence was not a being from the Nine Netherworlds, but rather bore the imprint of this world, and had only been dead for a few thousand years!
This proves that the Devil Lord's power has already invaded this world, most likely overseas. If so, why would He go to such great lengths to invade the Eastern Wilderness?
A thought suddenly exploded in the cauldron spirit's mind—could it be this Nine Netherworlds Devil Lord who had been secretly watching him all these years?
Therefore, it held nothing back. The clear light hanging down from the cauldron layer upon layer, in Nan Feng's eyes, it was not a barrier, but an entire sky pressing down!
Boom--!
The clear light surged like a tide, and the tripod's momentum collapsed like a mountain.
"Yu Tunzhou, why did you come to the Eastern Wilderness?! You ruined my Nan Household!!"
Nan Feng's face was crazed, her hair was disheveled, blood was spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes burned with a crazy hatred.
But at that very moment, the madness on her face froze.
She could clearly feel the immense power bestowed upon her dissipating, flowing uncontrollably towards the crack.
Not only physical strength, but also the Primordial Spirit and physical essence were being forcibly extracted by a cold will.
She screamed in terror, trying desperately to suppress her screams, but to no avail. Her body withered away at a visible speed, and the light in her eyes dimmed rapidly, until only resentment and unwillingness remained. She stared intently at Yu Tunzhou, only to find that he hadn't even glanced at her once.
"As expected of the Nine Netherworlds Devil Lord."
Yu Tunzhou looked towards the crack, his expression slightly serious.
After realizing that Nan Feng could not stop him, the other party directly withdrew all the power he had poured into Nan Feng, including Nan Feng's own bloodline and Primordial Spirit, in order to reduce the loss.
At this moment.
A vast and terrifying will, as boundless as the sea, surged forth from the crack, carrying an oppressive aura surpassing even that of Immortals and Gods.
"Youngster, do you truly intend to fight me to the death?"
"Can this cauldron protect you for a time, or for a lifetime? When my true form descends, even the Human Emperor cannot save you."
In response to Him, Yu Tunzhou raised the ancient bronze cauldron once more.
"Noisy."
He took a step into the air and rose into the air, raising the Immortal Cauldron high with one hand.
Boom--!!!
With the Immortal Cauldron unleashed without reservation, the power of this attack far surpassed that of the previous ones!
Even though the Devil Lord extracted all the Immortals and Gods bloodlines from the Nan Household to reinforce the rift, he still easily shattered the ancestral land's defenses.
Boom!
Suddenly, a pitch-black hand emerged from the rift, shrouded in Nine Netherworlds demonic energy, obscuring the sky and severing the essence of heaven and earth. In the instant it appeared, it completely reversed the underlying laws of this world!
The entire Cangling City, which had been cleansed and purified by the Immortal Cauldron, was once again tainted by the demonic energy of the Nine Netherworlds in an instant. Even with the return of immortal light, it was difficult to restore its original appearance.
And the area affected by this erosion is still expanding wildly outwards!
Terrifying demonic energy engulfed the entire world, and layers of demonic realms emerged in the sky. There were passages to the Yellow Springs, the Netherworld Underworld, and scenes of demons wreaking havoc. Rolling demonic intent disrupted the secrets of heaven and submerged all things.
The Nine Netherworlds descend.
Previously, this Devil Lord had been holding back, lending his power to people like Nan Feng and Nan Zhongwei, creating the illusion that he could not directly interfere with Yu Tunzhou.
At this moment, He had finally accumulated enough power, delayed until this point, and unleashed a powerful attack, forcibly opening the passage between the two realms, and grabbing at Yu Tunzhou, who was holding the Immortal Cauldron.
If the heavens and earth hadn't instantly suppressed it, the power of this attack would probably have exceeded the limits of Immortals and Gods!
The Immortal Cauldron flew out of his hand and hovered above the Yu Tunzhou. With a loud tremor, wisps of mysterious yellow energy flowed from the cauldron, and even a single wisp blocked the Devil Lord's massive hand!
"The Human Emperor's Human Dao Fortune!"
The next moment, it was as if a terrifying being slowly rose from behind the rift.
An overwhelming aura of the Nine Netherworlds surged forth from the depths of the rift, and the giant hand reached down once more, this time targeting the Immortal Cauldron itself.
At that very moment, within the Netherworld Underworld scene conjured by the Nine Netherworlds auras, a dazzling blade of light slashed out.
The black and white energy flowed in perfect unison within the blade's light, like the first sharp edge at the beginning of creation, transforming from illusory to real, severing the passage to the Nine Netherworlds in that instant!
"Who is it?!" A furious voice boomed from the depths of the rift.
The Immortal Cauldron seized that fleeting moment and barely managed to pour out a wisp of primordial yellow energy.
This wisp of primordial yellow energy was so heavy that it could crush everything. At this moment, the Void suddenly collapsed. The space within a hundred feet around the rift was like a shattered mirror, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly in all directions from the rift as the center.
Each crack leaked out a dazzling celestial light, illuminating the entire ruins of Cangling City like a canvas that had been torn apart and then stitched back together with golden thread.
When collapse reaches its extreme, utter destruction follows!
A furious demonic roar echoed from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, carrying the rage and resentment of a failed attempt.
"You ant, I will remember you."
"When the world changes drastically, and I myself descend upon you, I will make you wish you were dead—"
Boom!
A beam of celestial light suddenly slammed into the depths of the rift, and the Immortal Cauldron returned to Yu Tunzhou's hands.
Yu Tunzhou didn't tolerate it at all, forcefully shutting down the Devil Lord's last harsh words.
See you next time?
When we meet again, I won't be treating this person to a meal in a cauldron, but rather to a meal in a jade-like vessel.
He ignored the losers' comments and looked at the source of the previous blade strike, his expression solemn.
That glint of light just now gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Floating Hill Mountain, a Daoist temple that enshrines Ancestral Artifact.
Zhang Buyu stepped out of the Daoist temple, his mind still shrouded in a subtle and complex mix of emotions.
He had thought that this time he would sacrifice himself for the sect and fall into a deep sleep for at least thirty years. Even if he never woke up, it would just be death...
He had made all the preparations and was emotionally prepared, but at this very moment he saw Brother Yu forcefully lift the Immortal Cauldron, pick up the Ancestral Artifact, turn around and walk out of the Daoist temple, asking him to wait there for a moment before leaving.
Unfortunately, the Ancestral Artifact has yet to resist...
This scene gave him a disillusioned feeling, as if his life had been shattered.
This dazed feeling made him somewhat absent-minded.
After walking out of the Daoist temple for a while, he realized that there was a figure outside the temple at some point.
Upon seeing the figure and face clearly, Zhang Buyu was stunned, then overwhelmed with joy:
"Master! When did you return from the Western Desert?!"
Standing before him was none other than his master, Daoist Long Yan, who had been transferred from the sect to the Western Desert long ago.
Zhang Buyu was overjoyed and rushed forward to greet him.
Since he entered Floating Hill Mountain to cultivate, he has been practicing on the mountain with his master. Although the relationship Mortal Realm the two is that of master and disciple, it is no different from that of father and son.
At this moment, he had a thousand words to say—the dangers of Dragon Gate, the changes in the Eastern Wilderness, and that Brother Yu he couldn't understand.
However, as he approached, his steps involuntarily slowed down.
Daoist Long Yan stood with his hands behind his back on the blue stone steps outside the Daoist temple. His gray-white Daoist robe fluttered gently in the mountain breeze. His face was exactly the same as he remembered—refined and elegant, with gentle features and a faint smile always on his lips.
For some reason, Zhang Buyu subconsciously stopped.
It was an instinctive alertness, indescribable and inexplicable, as if something extremely subtle was vibrating in the air, making his hair stand on end.
"Master?" he called out again, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Daoist Long Yan finally turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhang Buyu. His eyes remained gentle, like a deep, still pool of water, the surface of which was calm, but nothing could be seen beneath.
"Buyu," he said, his voice as calm as ever, "You've had a hard time these past few days."
Zhang Buyu finally realized where the problem lay.
Today, his master no longer had his usual smile; he just looked at him with a regretful expression, seemingly very disappointed.