Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 676 Demonic Abyss
Sindhu, in the southwest.

This place is called the Pure Lotus Land, one of the twelve lands of India. To the east is the Cloud Magadha Land, and to the west it faces Fenglin Continent across the distance, separated by the Sea of ​​Cause, which is tens of thousands of miles away.

Right now, Jinglian has become a living hell. All that can be heard are screams of agony, and the stench of blood is carried by the wind to the sea, attracting countless aquatic creatures.

Dark flames and gloom enveloped everything in sight; everything was burning and dying. Only the sacred mountain at the very center of Pure Lotus Land was still radiating lightning, barely holding on.

The only outpost of Shanjian Temple in southern India is located here. It is a "Guardian Mountain" that rises into the clouds. Many magnificent golden temples are located on the peaks, and monks and nuns are working together to maintain the formation.

Hundreds of cracks appeared on the Pure Lotus Earth, writhing like living things, seemingly connecting directly to the deepest abyss, from which countless dark baleful energies and burning winds spewed forth.

Bizarre demons and corpse puppets emerged from the thousands of miles of fissures in the earth, marching along the dark cliffs toward the human world, emitting howls and buzzes that shook the mountains.

The dragon-bird, with only one wing remaining, soared into the sky, stirring up fierce winds that caused the pagodas surrounding the sacred mountain to collapse one after another; the tiger-bear, now only a shell of its former self, wielding crimson fire, rampaged and slaughtered the monks; and countless serpents, their heads and tails linked, emerged, beginning to strangle everything that could breathe along their path.

The black sun hung high in the sky, seemingly about to fall from the heavens and press down on the earth.

Blood, fire, and malevolent light continuously fell from the edge of this black sun, causing the sea to boil and all aquatic creatures to perish.

In the vast void, a treasure ship as large as a mountain floats, supporting a magnificent palace within, which, like a sun, radiates brilliant light.

The ship was entirely black and gold, luxurious and ancient, with sun and golden crow patterns engraved on its surface. Two people stood on the top of the ship.

Yang Yuanyi was clad in dark armor, wielding the Sun Heavenly Halberd. His pupils were as black as night, and his brows exuded an unstoppable aura of killing intent. A black stone sun mirror hung on his chest.

Beside him was an extremely terrifying supernatural power gathering, neither fire nor evil, but the Dao of Dry Yang, which existed only in his imagination and was not yet perfect.

"What does the general think?"

A man in a long robe with golden feathers stepped forward. He had a noble face and an aura as bright as the sun. A golden-black spirit sword was hanging at his waist.

Yang Chongzhou of Yanggu Yang Clan.

While they are called the Golden Crow, it would be more accurate to say that they are people who are born with the Golden Crow's fortune. Although they can be considered the same, there are still some differences.

If he encounters immortals, Yang Chongzhou is an ancient immortal, a descendant of the sun, thus belonging to the immortal path. If he encounters demons, he possesses the blood of the Great Xia Emperor, a true descendant of the Golden Crow.

At this moment, Yang Gu sent him alone to carry out this mission, which made the Golden Crow feel uneasy. Who knows what that ancestor was thinking?

"Should I lend a hand and help take down this Guardian Mountain?"

He then spoke, but Yang Yuanyi shook her head and replied instead:
"No rush. There is someone who hates this Shanjian Temple to the bone and wants to personally exterminate this sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange change occurred in Yunmo to the east. The evil that had shrouded the place for many years dissipated, revealing a magnificent temple.

The temple was entirely black and blue, with the words "Obstruction of Flow" written on a golden plaque. A spiritual fire burned and shot into the sky, causing the interior of the temple to shake and churn, as if an endless drought was erupting from it.

Yang Chongzhou's gaze sharpened slightly as he carefully observed the changes in the temples in the distant eastern sky.

Suddenly, a surge of malevolent fire appeared beside him, and a burly man in maroon armor landed, half-kneeling in salute, his eyes revealing a cunning glint in them.

"My lords, the temple has been sacrificed and is sufficient to support that one who descends from the abyss."

"good."

Yang Yuanxin's expression shifted slightly as she looked over and said softly:
"From now on, you no longer need to stay in India. Return to the South China Sea and obey the orders of Tianchi."

"Yes."

Mu Wude's crimson scales on his neck stood up slightly, and he looked somewhat regretful, but he dared not disobey. He immediately harnessed the black light and fled to the South China Sea.

"Mingze and Yanggu have reached an agreement to assist each other in fulfilling the immortal prophecy, but we don't know which lord will be in charge."

Yang Chongzhou glanced at the fire crow beside him, his tone slightly hesitant.

Although the Golden Crow and the Dark Dragon had some cooperation due to that immortal proverb, the true intentions of the Demon Lord of Jiaoyang were still unknown.

Yanggu and Jiaoyang do not necessarily share the same attitude towards Longting.

"I don't know either."

Yang Yuanyi's tone was also filled with deep uncertainty. Although she had gained the favor of that great man, she did not actually know the Golden Crow's attitude towards the Immortal Proverb.

There was only one thing he was absolutely certain of: this great man would completely transform Sindhu into a demon kingdom, expel the immortals, and rebuild the imperial dynasty. The temple in the Cloud Tower suddenly exploded, and from it rushed out countless giant serpents formed from black and blue flames. They had sharp membranes on their heads and iron fins on their bodies, and they were so vast that they almost covered the entire sky.

From within these endless fire serpents, a female demon as tall as a mountain slowly emerged, her naked body covered in black scales, the black and blue fire serpents transforming into her long, flowing hair, and a terrifying wound on her chest, from which golden lightning surged.

On the Dharma Protector Mountain, the Pure Land light emanated, and a tall, thin monk dressed in a golden robe emerged from the broken mountain. He held a precept knife, and his aura was already at the first level of Bodhi, equivalent to the middle stage of the Purple Mansion realm.

Good insight into the Dharma, Great Master of Thunder.

This person's true form is the Divine Thunder Noble [Pot Light Bat], with a powerful physical body. He once represented the Good Insight Sect to target Shangxiao, but now he has come to preside over the Dharma Protector Mountain.

"You are... Yan Han!"

The demonic monk's jaw began to chatter violently; he recognized the female demon before him almost instantly.

The murals in the mountain temples also record how Indra subdued and killed the enemy.

This should have been a great merit of the Venerable One before entering into enlightenment, and it is also a history that the Sudarsana school of thought likes to tell the most.

The great Asura, often mentioned in sermons as one of Indra's achievements, the demon of drought, truly emerged from history.

Thousands of black and blue fire snakes surrounded the guardian mountain. The female demon lowered her head slightly and looked at Ji Lei.

"You have a keen eye for the Dao and still remember me. It's a pity that I have now entered the Purple Gold Realm and am no longer on the Divine Path."

Her aura was already at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, causing the entire divine mountain to shake violently.

Whether it's the Maya Righteous Dharma of Sindhu or the Nine Songs Divine Court of Ancient Chu, they both originated from the divine path, and at most they could create a Divine Lord realm, which was only the power of the first generation.

The sacred ritual and the divine status of the Chu shaman are actually what Taoist immortals call the "divine elixir".

The elixir of the divine lord is at least self-cultivated, only borrowing the power of all living beings, while the so-called rituals and divine status rely more on external forces and are difficult to maintain for long.

Having been reborn from drought, he naturally harbored thoughts of seeking a higher position, but for the time being, he would not pursue the ritual.

The entire Sindhu region actually only has four rituals: [Yanhan], [Rahu], [Indra], and [Shesha]. For practitioners of the Divine Path, these are essentially things similar to the element of metal.

The blue-green flames rolled and flowed, and as Yan Han made his move, his aura transformed from four to one, causing Ji Lei below to be momentarily stunned.

"You fiend, how dare you covet the heavens—"

Before he could finish speaking, countless blue-black fire snakes descended, densely packed, engulfing the sacred mountain. The deafening roar of explosions echoed continuously, ultimately reducing the entire guardian sacred mountain to ashes.

One by one, strange phenomena appeared as monks and Vajras fell, with a continuous rain of light filling the sky. Occasionally, some escaped, only to be devoured by demonic corpse puppets crawling out from the ground.

Hiding his laughter, he was unrestrained and arrogant. His long hair, formed from fire snakes, danced wildly, and his beautiful yet ferocious face seemed to be filled with endless joy.

"Indra, do you think that by obtaining the position of the Venerable One, you can rest easy!"

With a flick of her wrist, a vajra wreathed in lightning materialized, which the female demon then hurled forcefully to the ground.

Boom!

The earth cracked open, revealing abysses. Tens of thousands of miles of land from Jinglian to Yunmo collapsed one after another, plunging into the abyss filled with malevolent light.

The dark sun in the sky slowly descended and returned to the abyss of the earth. Countless demon corpses could be faintly seen lurking within, all exuding an ancient aura, and many of them were of noble birth.

"South of Sindhu, all have entered the abyss of demons. By order of the sovereign, we will conquer the barbarians, exterminate the immortals and monks, and establish our earthly demon dynasty, called—Xia."

Her voice resounded throughout the entire region of Sindhu, causing the air to thicken and the clouds to disperse.

In the vast void, a new person appeared at the tip of the Sun Treasure Ship. She was a woman draped in a golden veil, with eyes like snakes and wrists covered in golden scales.

She smiled and looked at the fire crow and golden crow beside her.

"Gentlemen, if you want my clan to retreat, you'd better show some sincerity."

Yang Chongzhou seemed to have anticipated the other party's arrival, and with a slight smile, he replied first:

"As long as Lord Tianlin is willing to support me, I will offer you that item from the Void Qi Path."

(End of this chapter)