Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 160 I am Li Feiyu

Wei Wuxian frowned; this old demon was indeed quite skilled. With a thought, his Heavenly Demon Body unleashed its six arms, each forming a hand seal.

In an instant, the six different forces of desire materialized and spread outwards like a tide.

"Lustful desires!"

"Appearance can be deceiving!"

"Awe-inspiring!"

"The sound is chaotic!"

"Smooth and silky!"

"People are confused by each other!"

The six layers of desire barriers stacked upon each other, causing all twelve figures of Ancestor Yunlu to freeze simultaneously.

In that split second, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords merged into one, transforming into a blood-red sword beam that pierced through the heavens and earth, heading straight for the true body of the Cloud Dew Ancestor.

"puff--"

The protective magic treasure that Ancestor Yunlu hastily summoned was shattered by a single sword strike, and blood splattered from his left shoulder. He was filled with shock and anger, and finally abandoned his contempt.

"Good! Very good! Today I'll show you the true strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Ancestor Yunlu formed hand seals, and nine pink halos suddenly appeared around her. Within each halo emerged a phantom image of a man and woman engaging in intercourse, emanating an eerie fluctuation that stirred the mind.

"The Nine Revolutions Harmony Technique!"

Wei Wuxian felt a tremor in his mind, and countless lewd illusions uncontrollably surfaced. He held nothing back any longer, running his fingers along the blade of his sword.

"The sea of ​​blood is boundless, the path of slaughter is limitless!"

The two swords intertwined, sketching a phantom of a blood-red ocean in the void. Countless corpses floated in that sea of ​​blood, the very embodiment of the killing intent accumulated from slaughtering tens of thousands of lives in the Great Ming World.

The overwhelming killing intent collided with the alluring charm, distorting the entire sky.

Ancestor Yunlu finally revealed a look of horror: "Such killing intent, such murderous aura!"

In comparison, he is even more demonic than this demonic path.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance and arrived in an instant.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait a moment."

The newcomer, dressed in white, was none other than Linghu Patriarch of Yellow Maple Valley. He stood in mid-air, unleashing his undisguised mid-stage Nascent Soul aura.

Ancestor Yunlu's eyes darted around, and he immediately withdrew his cultivation technique, smiling as he said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Linghu. I was just exchanging Daoist techniques with this young friend. May I ask what brings you to my Hehuan Sect?"

Wei Wuxian sheathed his sword as well, but his wariness remained. Linghu Patriarch seemed to be mediating, but he didn't know whether Linghu was friend or foe, after all, he was now a member of the demonic path.

Linghu Patriarch replied to Yunlu Patriarch: "I saw the spiritual energy gathering earlier, and a fellow Daoist broke through, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."

Of course, what Linghu Patriarch said was only the surface, because the six sects of the demonic path have been making moves in recent years, and Linghu Patriarch's purpose in coming here was actually to investigate.

Although he cultivates health and is not good at fighting, the seven sects and six clans have not yet fought a single battle, and the situation is still unclear, so Patriarch Linghu still has some confidence.

Previously, Linghu Patriarch had only considered intervening when he saw Wei Wuxian and Yunlu Patriarch fighting, since the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

He asked Wei Wuxian, "This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. May I ask which school he belongs to?"

Wei Wuxian cupped his hands in greeting: "I am Li Feiyu, a rogue cultivator. I have obtained the inheritance of a predecessor by chance. I hope you will forgive my poor performance."

"Oh?"

Linghu Patriarch became interested, "Then, would Fellow Daoist Li be willing to come to Huangfeng Valley for a chat?" If Wei Wuxian really had no connection with the Six Sects of Demonic Cultivation, Linghu Patriarch wouldn't mind if Wei Wuxian practiced demonic cultivation techniques. In that case, it wouldn't be impossible to invite Wei Wuxian to be an elder in Huangfeng Valley.

After all, some of the sects among the Seven Schools originated from the Six Sects of the Demonic Path, such as the Hidden Moon Sect and the Spirit Beast Mountain.

Seeing this, Ancestor Yunlu said sarcastically, "Old ghost Linghu, are you trying to steal it?"

Linghu Patriarch laughed and said, "How could I dare? I just thought this young friend looked kind and wanted to make his acquaintance."

Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian's lips curled into a cold smile. He stood with his hands behind his back, his twin blood-red swords swirling around him, and said calmly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I am used to being alone and do not like being constrained by others."

A cold glint flashed in Ancestor Yunlu's eyes as she chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Li, why be so heartless? The cultivation world is treacherous; traveling alone is not a wise move."

Linghu Patriarch also advised, "Fellow Daoist Li, the six sects of the Demonic Path act unpredictably. If you are alone, you may be ambushed by them. Why don't you come back to Huangfeng Valley with me, so that you can have someone to look after you?"

Wei Wuxian remained unmoved, simply shaking his head slightly: "Thank you both for your kind offer, but I have my own plans."

Before he finished speaking, his demonic energy surged suddenly, and his Heavenly Magic Body reappeared.

The hundred-foot-tall demonic figure roared to the sky, its six desires and illusions intertwining and flowing, actually splitting into countless demonic shadows in the void, each one lifelike and indistinguishable from the real one.

"He transforms into ten thousand demons, creating countless phantoms!"

In an instant, countless demonic shadows spread in all directions like a tidal wave, obscuring the entire sky.

Both Ancestor Yunlu and Ancestor Linghu were startled and hurriedly used their divine sense to investigate, only to find that each demonic shadow exuded the same aura, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

"What a brilliant technique of creating clones!" Ancestor Linghu frowned, his cyan sword light sweeping across, slaying several demonic shadows, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

Ancestor Yunlu was even more enraged. With a sharp cry, nine pink halos swept out, shredding all the surrounding demonic shadows. However, there were simply too many demonic shadows, and they vanished into the sky in the blink of an eye.

By the time the two came to their senses, Wei Wuxian's true form had already vanished without a trace.

Ancestor Yunlu's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Well done, Li Feiyu! I'll remember you!"

Linghu Laozu gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

He thought to himself, "This boy's methods are unpredictable. If I can win him over, he might become a great help in the fight against the Six Demonic Sects. But if I can't win him over..."

Meanwhile, in a valley a hundred miles away, Wei Wuxian's figure slowly emerged. He sheathed his Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, a trace of weariness flashing in his eyes.

“Nascent Soul cultivators are indeed troublesome. If it weren’t for the secret techniques in the Six Desires Heart Demon Scripture, I would probably have had to summon my true form today.”

He paused briefly to catch his breath, then looked into the distance and murmured, "It seems the cultivation world isn't peaceful either. I should find a place to cultivate in seclusion and break through to the Nascent Soul stage first."

After saying that, he flashed and transformed into a black streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.

Countless paper figures, carrying its aura, transformed into various forms and headed in other directions.

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A world beyond human comprehension.

After receiving Han Yun's "Six Desires Heart Demon Sutra" and the original "Otherworldly Demon Mantra", Master Mingkong meditated on it for days. According to his own foundational Dharma, he finally gained some understanding and transformed it into the original vow sutra.

Its name is: The Sutra of the Original Vow of the Paranirmitavasavartin!
Master Mingkong sat upright on a lotus platform, his body surrounded by a strange harmony of Buddhist light and demonic energy. He held the "Sutra of the Original Vows of the Demon of Other-Transformation" in his hands, his eyes sometimes showing compassion and sometimes looking malevolent.

"One thought can make you a Buddha, another a demon; only by becoming one with Buddha can you achieve perfection!"

As the scriptures were chanted, countless phantom images of celestial demons appeared in the void, each one solemn and dignified, yet concealing allure.

These illusory demons, some smiling with flowers in hand, others with lowered eyes and brows, bear a striking resemblance to Buddhist Vajras and Bodhisattvas.

(End of this chapter)