Beneath the ink-stained sky of Spirit Mountain.
A mountain-sized corpse lay silently amidst the rubble and debris.
Its head was completely crushed, and foul-smelling black blood pooled into a river, winding along with a sizzling sound.
In the distance.
The Old Flood Dragon and White-Eye Demon Emperor, who had been plotting how to stall for time, were now frozen in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat.
Stall?
Stall my ass!
The two old Demons, who had lived for countless ages, didn't even need to exchange a glance.
"Go!"
Boom—!!!
Two streaks of light erupted almost simultaneously.
One, wreathed in rolling Black Thunder, fled toward the eastern horizon without looking back, while the other transformed into a sky full of white mist, its form flickering as it escaped toward the west.
They clearly intended to flee in different directions.
As for who would live and who would die, that depended entirely on this young lady's mood and... whose life was tougher.
The young girl stood in place and slightly tilted her head up.
Her gaze flickered between the two streaks of light for a moment.
Then.
The Void Realm beneath her feet exploded.
Her figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, heading straight for the cloud of white mist in the west.
The Old Flood Dragon, who was fleeing frantically, felt the killing intent suddenly recede and was instantly overjoyed.
A fifty-percent chance of survival had actually fallen on him!
"White Eye, oh White Eye, don't blame this Emperor for being heartless. Better a Fellow Daoist die than I. On the anniversary of your death every year, this Emperor will surely burn a few more stacks of spirit money for you!"
The Old Flood Dragon muttered to himself, his escaping light speeding up even more.
Meanwhile, the White-Eye Demon Emperor's heart sank.
Feeling the Aura approaching from behind like a maggot on a bone, it felt only bitterness in its mouth.
Why?!
Why ignore that Old Loach and chase this Emperor instead?!
Is it just because I'm white and stand out more?
"You go too far!"
Seeing the figure in black robes getting closer and closer, escape was definitely impossible.
Since there was no escape.
Then there was nothing left but to fight for its life!
As the overlord of Spirit Mountain's Second Cave, the White-Eye Demon Emperor naturally possessed the pride of a powerhouse.
Even a clay man has a bit of temper, let alone a Demon Emperor.
The White-Eye Demon Emperor abruptly stopped and ceased its flight.
Ang—!!!
A neigh, sounding like a horse yet not quite, echoed through the clouds.
Rolling white mist condensed frantically around it.
Upon its Primordial Spirit, thousands of pale eyeballs opened in unison.
Buzz—
Countless pale beams of light shot toward the charging girl.
At the same time.
A massive hoof rose high, like a towering mountain, carrying an Aura that could crush mountains and rivers as it trampled down fiercely.
A dual attack of Divine Soul assault and Physical Body suppression!
However.
At the very moment the white light was about to hit her.
A shadow of interwoven gold and blue light stepped out from the crown of the girl's head.
Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body!
In the next moment.
The Primordial Spirit's right hand swept out in fury.
Hualala—
Rolling Silver Liquid surged out of the Void Realm from thin air, instantly condensing into a Silver Spear a hundred zhang long.
"Go."
The Silver Spear pierced the air, tearing through the white light and pointing straight at the Demon Emperor's body.
And below.
The Physical Body, having lost the guidance of the Primordial Spirit, did not fall.
The girl's eyes instantly turned pitch black.
Facing the descending, sky-propping hoof.
Her petite body blurred in the air, charging straight into it.
Boom—!!!
Hiss—!!!
The White-Eye Demon Emperor let out a pained neigh; at this moment, it finally understood the despair the Jiu Ying Demon Emperor had felt.
The fist continued to push upward, causing its leg bones to shatter inch by inch.
Before it could even react.
The girl shifted her fist into a claw, her five fingers like hooks, gripping the edge of the hoof.
Immediately after.
The girl gave a thunderous shout.
She actually dragged the massive hoof, swinging it in a semi-circle through the air as if wielding a whip.
Then.
She slammed it down fiercely toward the ground below!
Rumble—!!!
The earth shook and the mountains trembled.
A massive mushroom cloud of dust and smoke rose into the air.
At the bottom of the deep pit, the White-Eye Demon Emperor felt as if its internal organs were on fire. Most fatally, the massive force was now pouring into its body, leaving its Primordial Spirit teetering.
It struggled to lift its head.
In the next moment.
It roared with glaring eyes, "You dare!!!"
Responding to it was a sharp, shrill whistle of air being pierced.
Shiu—!!!
The Silver Spear fell.
The hundred-zhang Silver Spear pierced through the White-Eye Demon Emperor's brow and out the other side, pinning its massive Primordial Spirit firmly to the ground.
Then.
Boom—!!!
The once incredibly solid Silver Spear suddenly disintegrated.
Turning into countless scalding silver droplets, like mercury spilling across the floor, it instantly exploded within the Demon Emperor's body.
Hiss—!!!
The Primordial Spirit, which had been struggling frantically just a moment ago, was torn to shreds under the wash of the Silver Liquid.
[Killed an Ascending to the Tower Realm Creature, gained 903,944 years of Dao Cultivation]
The cold notification sounded in her mind right on time.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained indifferent, not showing the slightest ripple of emotion at the massive number.
[Unrecorded Demon detected. Consume Dao Cultivation to record?]
"Yes."
She murmured in her heart.
She ignored the scene below for the moment and returned her Divine Soul to her body.
Her eyes, which had been as black as ink, regained their clear, distinct black and white.
She slowly turned around and cast her gaze toward the eastern horizon.
The girl let out a light scoff, and a brilliant golden light suddenly erupted from beneath her feet.
She seemed to transform into a blazing sun walking the Mortal world.
Boom—!!!
In the sky, a magnificent golden rainbow suddenly stretched out.
The rainbow pierced the sun, traveling ten thousand miles in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, she had left the vast sea of clouds far behind.
...
Qingluan Mountain.
On the mountain path, two figures walked one after the other toward the back of the mountain, stepping over the rubble and debris scattered across the ground.
Walking in front was a middle-aged man in a long robe, his face unable to hide his anxious expression.
"I say, Old Zhou, slow down a bit."
Running Ox casually slapped to death a fox Demon that blindly tried to ambush them. "I'm fairly familiar with this Spirit Mountain... one peak, one Demon Emperor. Now that the Azure Fox Demon Emperor has been slapped to death by Her Highness, the rest on this mountain are just small fry; they can't run away."
Zhou Xuan ignored the oaf, his feet moving like the wind, wishing he could reach the back of the mountain in a single step.
Five hundred years ago, the entire Pill Cauldron Sect was abducted, becoming slaves for these Demons to perform Alchemy.
A full five hundred years.
For a Mortal, that was the passing of over a dozen generations—a total transformation of the world.
Even for a Cultivator, it was a long enough period to erode any spirit.
"We're here... just ahead..."
Zhou Xuan looked ahead, his voice trembling.
Outside the main hall, over a dozen small Demons stood guard, wearing long robes but possessing fox heads.
Although these small Demons were scared out of their wits by the previous commotion, seeing someone intrude upon the Forbidden Land, they still bared their teeth and surrounded them, forcing a fierce appearance.
"Stop! This is a sacred Alchemy site. Intruders will..."
Before it could finish.
Bang—!!!
A cloud of blood mist exploded.
Running Ox withdrew his fist, shaking the blood from his hand with a look of disgust. "Noisy."
Seeing this, the remaining dozen or so fox Demons felt their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, turning to flee.
"Moo—!"
Running Ox snorted two streams of white air from his nostrils and let out a low roar.
Thud, thud.
The dozen small Demons didn't even make a sound as their heart meridians were instantly shattered. They collapsed limply to the ground, reverting to their original forms.
For the current Running Ox, who was already in the Denglou Realm, killing these small Demons was indeed a bit like bullying...