Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 536 Evil Abyss
Sindhu, also known as Magadha.

The volcanoes are like a forest, spewing forth black clouds. This place has changed hands. The Pira who used to be stationed here has left silently and disappeared.

Then a large serpent with wings and red scales crossed the sea and entered the holy city, becoming its master.

This region has suffered from a severe drought for decades, and almost all the mortals have perished; those who survived have long since departed. The once solemn and sacred Buddhist pagodas are now filled with all sorts of evil creatures, turning into a paradise for demons.

The hot winds howled through the sky, causing the trees to wither and the rivers to dry up, but the city in the center was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, a scene of great splendor.

An extravagant black jade dragon statue stood in the city, its light shimmering, majestic and solemn. Countless demons dared not desecrate the statue, but knelt in reverence. On the platform beneath the dragon statue stood a man clad in heavy maroon armor.

This man had a rough and rugged appearance, but his eyes revealed a hint of shrewdness. He was holding a decree with a purple current swirling in his hand and reading it aloud.

"I, Wu Yan, have been ordered by the Dragon Court of the Great Sea [Changmu Youhai Dragon King] to take over Shendu and govern this place. From now on, all demons in Yunmoga must abide by the rules of my Dragon Court."

His voice was like a giant wave, spreading throughout the area. Instantly, all the Rakshasa demons on the ground knelt down to thank him for his kindness.

Mu Wude nodded slightly, then rose into the air and entered a magnificent and beautiful white bone palace suspended in mid-air behind him, where black flames rose and evil energy swirled.

The flames of the Bing fire flickered, and a large red-feathered eagle flew over, remaining in its original form as it landed beneath the treasure platform. It was none other than the demon king's top demon general, [Eagle Blazing Feather].

"The king has decreed that from this day forward, you shall all go and collect sacred objects to build a temple, according to the highest standards."

His tone was filled with a sense of excitement at gaining power. The many demons below dared not disobey, but they were somewhat puzzled. In the end, it was a senior Rakshasa who stepped forward.

This Rakshasa was grotesque and malevolent, with a human-like body but bare blue skin and two horns on its head. He stepped forward and respectfully asked:

"May I ask what kind of temple it is? And which deity or Buddha is enshrined there?"

The eagle's head turned, its pupils shining brightly.

The Rakshasa in front of me is not practicing the orthodox rituals, but has borrowed some divine secrets, comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage. However, he has been practicing for a long time and has some knowledge, unlike those fools next to him.

“Build it according to the standards for worshipping the holy deity. It must not be any different. For now, do not erect any statues of the deity. Just build the temple. There is no need for worship.”

"This"

Hearing this, the Rakshasa below was puzzled. Although this place was chaotic, the hierarchy was extremely strict. This temple of the Holy One should not be a place that the Demon King dared to enter. So who was being worshipped here?

Is it the Golden Elixir of the Dragon Court?

"Do everything according to the King's orders. If you do it well, you will be rewarded. But if you cut corners or do anything wrong, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

Unwilling to get entangled with these demons on this issue, Jiu Chiling gave a shout and ordered them to plunder the land and start large-scale construction.

The central square was immediately empty, and the dragon statue shone brightly, with thunder and dark water intertwining, making it clearly visible even from a great distance.

"Demon General".

Black flames flickered, and another armored giant emerged, spewing out malevolent breath. Black light swirled in his eyes, adding to his mystique.

“Taqian”.

When Jiu Chiling saw the divine guard in front of him, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The other party's aura was strange. This divine guard had only gained cultivation by relying on the divine power of that great Asura in the past, but now he had turned to the path of immortality, cultivated evil energy, and achieved the immortal foundation [Mo Guang Yuan].

Taqian did not leave with Piluo, but stayed in the city and was taken under Wu Yan's command as a divine guard, with a status equal to that of Jiu Chiling.

This naturally displeased Jiu Chiling, but he dared not show it in front of the king, and now he was not happy to see the other party.

"You didn't leave with that Asura, and now you've switched to cultivating the Purple Gold, which is quite strange."

The divine guard, however, seemed oblivious to the mockery, his tone fervent as he gazed into the distance:
“We will build temples to welcome His return. At that time, the holy river flowing from Mount Sumeru will dry up, the earth will crack open with thousands of wounds, the corpse demons buried deep underground will revive and fight alongside the living. Even Indra will prostrate himself before His esteemed presence.”

"Are you crazy? What are you spouting?!"

The red feathers on Jiu Chiling's body stood on end in fright. It was one thing for the other party to spout other nonsense, but to actually mention that [Emperor Shi] was another matter.

Even though this ritual has been taken away by the monk and transformed into a Dharma protector in the Buddhist realm, which is not comparable to the True Lord's rank, it is still at the Golden Core level.

In the past, this great man resided in Sumeru and merely established the [Good Vision Temple], but now that he has clashed with the Heavenly Dragon, it means that his attention has turned to India.

Is this divine guard not afraid of a golden lightning bolt striking down and reducing him to ashes?

But the sky was calm and there was nothing unusual, which made Jiu Chiling pause for a moment. Meanwhile, the tone of the Taqian in front of him became more and more fanatical, almost like he was possessed.

“You don’t understand. In the most ancient times, Indra killed the great serpent that represented drought on a peak of Mount Sumeru. Now the master of the Abyss of Drought will come to settle this score with him.”

"You're crazy."

A hint of pity flickered in Jiu Chiling's eyes. The fact that the Fiend Qi position was unclaimed was common knowledge among cultivators worldwide. The other party's claim of being the master of the Fiend Abyss was utter nonsense; it seemed to be nothing but ravings from beginning to end, not to be believed.

He sneered, flapped his wings and flew away. He had matters to attend to regarding the king, so he had no time to waste with Taqian on such nonsense.

With a crazed expression, Taqian slowly turned his head and bowed to the suspended bone hall behind him, prostrating himself on the ground in extreme piety.

The Hall of White Bones was filled with malevolent energy.

Wu Yan sat on a throne made from a white elephant skull, his expression solemn. In front of him was a sand table showing the current situation in India.

The "Ten Wonderful Lands" located in the north has fallen into the control of the Shanjian Temple. They have even placed the Pure Land within it, erected an image of Indra, and made a grand display, intending to take over India.

The [Sacred Land of Reincarnation] in the central region is in the hands of that celestial dragon's clan, and Naga are everywhere.

Although this clan did not bring the Pure Land here, they did erect a statue of Shesha and even took out the magic weapon of the former Dragon Lord.

Others may not know much about this Heavenly Dragon Venerable, but Mu Wude, having followed the master, learned a lot of secrets and thus knew a bit about him.

Among the five waters, Kan and Gui are both flawed lineages. This Tianlin Dragon Lord, who occupies a subordinate position, was originally a respected figure in both the immortal and demonic paths. However, due to a major upheaval, he had to seek another way out.

So he entered Mount Sumeru, embraced Buddhism, shed his dragon form, transformed into an ancient snake, and became a venerable one. Yet this great man seemed to be able to secretly manipulate the position of the Gui Water, and even his magical treasures could be activated as usual.

Now that He has obtained Shesha's ritual, if He refines it, His cultivation will surely advance greatly, and He will then overpower Indra and become the true master of Sindhu.

On the contrary, Indra's prospects were not good, and could even be described as bleak.

The reason lies in the divine thunder.

The so-called ritual, or what ancient cultivators called the divine status, is actually the same as the Moon Goddess and Sun Official, Yin Marshal and Thunder General created by immortal cultivators. They are all under the golden position, sharing some of the immortal wonders, and are just larger versions of Vajra.

Back then, the Wrathful Heaven paid an extremely high price and made a Dao oath to borrow some of its power from many True Monarchs, thus creating a series of divine beings, which is the origin of the Poisonous Orthodox Method.

Now that the wrathful heavens have lost their response, how could many newly promoted True Lords be willing to acknowledge this cause and effect? ​​Many rituals have lost their effectiveness and completely dissipated. Of the Holy Steps, only [Indra], [Shesha], and [Rahu] remain, corresponding to divine thunder, celestial bodies, and supreme fire, respectively.

These positions are all unclaimed, but the Dao oaths remain, so the divine status still holds power. However, that divine lightning is destined to find a master, and changes are inevitable. It's uncertain how much power the position of Indra will retain. Not to mention, if the ancient Indra had a karmic connection with a great demon in the Abyss of Fiends, you might have to take action against him as well.

Thinking of the adults, Wu Yan suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He had not been able to contact the great man who was the embodiment of the Golden Crow's bones for several years, but the mark left by the man still existed in his true spirit, forcing him to act according to the will left behind.

Anyone who dares to disobey will surely die.

"Could something have gone wrong? After all, it's not a true Golden Crow incarnate; its rank is even lower than that of a demon."

Wu Yan was, after all, from the Dragon Court. Although he was confused when he got involved in this big event back then, now that he has mastered supernatural powers, he is gradually coming to his senses.

The [Jiaoyang] he followed didn't seem to be formed from a Golden Core. Instead, it resembled something like a paper doll, lacking even the status of a Golden Core and possessing only cultivation. Its intelligence also seemed to be impaired.

Logically speaking, someone with a Purple Mansion level like him should have no way of understanding Golden Core, but the fact that he can carefully ponder the doubts here means that the demon who escaped from the Demon Refining Tower actually has no connection with the Abyss of Evil.

This situation also made him feel uneasy. In the past, he had been aiming for the completion of the Zao Yang technique, hoping that he could at least reach the peak of the Zi Fu realm. But now, he was starting to have doubts.

Was he truly a subordinate of the second son of the Golden Crow, or had he become a pawn used by others to test him?

If that were the case, his path would likely be over. Offending the True Lord above him would mean his life would be in danger in the future. Therefore, he tried to contact the Dragon Court to curry favor and find a way out.

As Wu Yan pondered, he did not notice that the evil energy around him was becoming increasingly dense, and the sunlight shining from outside the hall was becoming dimmer, leaving only a sliver before gradually fading away.

The hall was plunged into complete darkness.

He awoke as if from a dream, only to find the world turned upside down. In an instant, he fell into an unknown place, causing his supernatural powers to surge violently and the mark on his true spirit to begin to burn painfully.

The sky was filled with a bleak, malevolent light, with a magnificent black sun hanging in the sky. Beneath their feet lay a vast expanse of cracked, barren land, where all sorts of hideous and malevolent corpses lurked, and thousands of red-glowing eyes turned toward them.

Wu Yan's life began to tremble. He dared not look directly at the majestic and terrifying black sun above, and knelt down, his body withering and his flesh decaying.

There was a sound of footsteps.

A woman appeared ahead, a strange smile on her face, staring at them intently.

Her appearance was both beautiful and sacred, yet also extremely ferocious. She wore a strange blue-black dress that revealed large areas of skin covered with black and red scales, radiating a terrifying aura of a drought demon.

There was a deep wound in the opponent's chest cavity, with golden lightning emanating from it, as if it had been pierced by some blunt instrument. There was also a layer of shimmering foam, and malevolent energy kept surging in, filling the wound and suppressing it.

Wu Yan stared blankly, only to see a skeleton shrouded in malevolent energy fall from above and land in front of him, the skeleton still glowing with the light of the sun, Ren water, and Li fire.

"grown ups."

He was terrified. The woman in front of him was clearly a high-ranking Asura, seemingly at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, on par with the one who had overcome obstacles.

And this demonic bone was none other than the one he respected every day, the "Master".

"You did well."

The woman in front of him helped him up, her face always bearing a strange smile. Her voice was twofold, a mixture of male and female voices, which was quite peculiar.

"Complete the temple as soon as possible, and I will personally visit India. The Black Sun already knows what you have done. If the Great Way is achieved, there will be opportunities for you."

This single sentence filled Wu Yan with unprecedented joy, almost bringing him to tears. He bowed again to express his gratitude.

"May I ask who you are?"

Wu Yan looked at the woman in front of him. He now understood his situation. He had been dragged into this abyss of evil and had truly become that person's subject.

But the person before me seemed to have been here all along, and I wondered what his origins were.

“I am an enemy of Indra, my divine name is [Anhan], I am a great Asura, a serpent that obstructs the flow of the river. I once blocked the holy river at the foot of Mount Sumeru, and was killed by Indra through a treacherous scheme.”

"Now that I have been reborn, I shall avenge this humiliation."

These words greatly alarmed Wu Yan. Just as he had guessed, the other party was a former deity who was probably in charge of the evil energy and was here.

'That temple was originally built for her, but this Indra has been envied.'

Wu Yan looked at the other person, about to ask him some more questions, but the man had already walked up to him, gently raised his hand, and placed it on Wu Yan's head.

"God, this is..."

He was filled with fear. Even though he was a Purple Mansion cultivator, all his supernatural powers were useless in this place. He had no ability to resist at all when he fell into the hands of his opponent.

“Your bloodline is inferior and your cultivation is shallow, so you are incapable of accomplishing anything. Therefore, the master ordered me to bestow a favor upon you.”

Yan Han gradually laughed, his voice like a demon, echoing throughout the place. The life of the demon king before him was already in his hands. Instantly, countless evil energies surged forth, engulfing the opponent.

Intense pain struck, and even the soul in the Purple Mansion could not withstand it. Wu Yan could not utter a scream. His soul was trapped in this cage and could not escape. He could only keep begging.

The other party's behavior was more like torture than a blessing.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and Wu Yan's physical body and soul were refined by this evil energy into a lotus bud about to bloom, taking root in the ground.

When the drought was contained, he would gently raise his hand and sprinkle demonic blood onto the ground.

A black and red serpent emerged from the lotus flower, transforming once more into the appearance of Wu Yan. He now felt his bloodline greatly improved and his cultivation increased, making the previous pain worthwhile.

"You cannot stay here any longer. Return to the mortal world and first build my [Temple of Obstruction]."

"Yes."

Wu Yan was already somewhat frightened from the torment, and could only agree.

"Also, continue to contact Renlong and pretend to be compliant."

Yan Han's tone was chilling. Before Wu Yan could reply, a beam of murderous light swept him away, sending him back to the mortal world.

"Hopefully it will be of some use."

She seemed to be deep in thought, then turned and walked to a towering pillar that seemed to pierce through the abyss and reach the dark sun.

This pillar pierced the skeleton of a magnificent and majestic golden crow, with boundless black light spreading out and black fire scorching the void.

A man stood silently ahead, his appearance majestic, dressed in a crimson royal robe, with several black feathers at his temples. He stood on a black stone mountain, gazing at the magnificent scene before him.

Yan Han landed beside him and whispered:
"How is it? Fellow Daoist Huiming, this is the sacred relic left behind by the great master in the past."

Yang Yuanyi's gaze was intense, and he remained silent. An extremely terrifying divine power was brewing within his body. It was neither a malevolent nor a malevolent force, but incredibly hot, far surpassing the power of Mu Wude from before.

(End of this chapter)