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

Chapter 266 The Wang family... is about to be wiped out?
The mist was colorless and odorless, blending silently into the rich incense smoke inside the tower.

The mist contains the Nue's sorcery, "Breath of Indolence," which can subtly amplify the weariness and laxity of living beings, stirring up the indolence deep within their hearts.

The Wang family members, already weakened, became even more alert under the influence of this sorcery. Some began to nod their heads unconsciously, while others' eyes glazed over, and the breath they had been holding onto gradually dissipated.

Even Wang Ai felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over him. He shook his head violently, a slight alarm bell ringing in his mind. But looking around, he saw that everything inside the tower was as usual, the incense was still burning, and the murals were calm. He simply attributed it to his own overexertion.

He forced himself to give a few more instructions to the clansmen on duty, then sat down cross-legged to prepare to regulate his breathing and recover.

In that moment of utter silence, when everyone's minds were most relaxed—

The cere in the shadows moved!

He descended from the top of the tower like a ghost, his movements so gentle that he didn't make a sound, his target the huge "Demon Subduing Transformation" mural at the center of the tower's base.

As the pheasant fell, its body began to twist and deform, as if something was wriggling beneath its skin. Finally, its form froze in a state between reality and illusion.

Its ape head is ferocious, with blood-red eyes; its body is like a raccoon, with smooth and eerie lines; its limbs have the outline of sharp claws like tigers and leopards; a slender snake tail sways behind it.

This is the true form of the Nue, a demonic creature that combines the characteristics of many different monsters!
"It's now!"

Nue roared inwardly, and its pale, slender hands with sharp nails suddenly shot out, its fingertips swirling with a dense, inky demonic aura, directly grabbing at the heart of the demon king Bo Xun in the mural.

He did not intend to destroy the mural, but rather to "steal" it. Using his own demonic power as a guide, he forcibly extracted the demon king's will and demonic energy sealed within the mural and made it his own.

"Om-!"

Just as Nue's fingertips were about to touch the mural, a sudden change occurred!
The entire "Subduing Demons" mural seemed to come alive. The originally calm Buddha light suddenly became intense. The Buddha's earth-touching mudra in the painting seemed to sink slightly, and the phantom of the earth goddess under his seat raised his head with lightning-fast eyes, staring directly at the Ye.

"Roar--!"

The demon king Mara and his countless demon followers in the mural seemed to be greatly stimulated, letting out a silent yet soul-shaking roar. The demonic energy was like a boiling pot of oil, frantically impacting the boundary of the Buddha's light.

"Oh no! Seal it!"

Wang Ai suddenly woke up with a start, her eyes wide with fury.

He never expected that there would be an enemy lurking so deeply, and that they would choose to launch a fatal attack when everyone was most tired and relaxed.

He spent all his time hunting geese, but ended up getting his eyes pecked by one; someone had actually tried to outsmart him.

"Stop him!"

Wang Ai roared angrily, forcibly interrupting his breathing adjustment. The remaining Qi in his body erupted, and he was about to use the Divine Painting Technique again.

The other Wang family members who were awakened also changed color and hastily used their respective methods, shooting streams of Qi towards the Ye.

However, Nue seemed to have anticipated this, or rather, he didn't care at all.

A crazy yet resolute smile appeared on his face.

"Too late! With my soul, I summon the power of demons!"

Nue neither dodged nor evaded, letting the attacks land on his body. His demonic body rippled, but it was as if he were in a mist, without any harm. His sharp claws had already dug deep into the mural.

It is not an insertion in the physical sense, but an intrusion at the conceptual or spiritual level.

His hands seemed to merge into the mural, connecting with the boiling demonic energy.

The next moment, a massive, chaotic torrent of demonic energy, filled with endless evil and destructive intent, surged wildly into Nue's body along his arm.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

The nue let out a howl that was a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

His body swelled up like an inflating balloon, and countless distorted, painful demonic faces appeared on his skin. His eyes were completely filled with crimson, and his demonic and monster energy intertwined, forming jet-black whirlwinds.

He was forcibly absorbing and devouring the demon king's will that had been sealed for thousands of years.

"You're insane! You're playing with fire!"

Wang Ai was filled with shock and anger. He could feel the demonic energy in the mural being rapidly drawn away, while the aura of the Ye was rising at a terrifying speed, but it was also becoming extremely unstable, filled with destructive agitation.

"Quick! Stop him! We can't let him succeed!"

Wang Ai recklessly activated the divine paint, and scrolls lit up once more, revealing illusory figures of gods and Buddhas who attacked the Nue.

But at this moment, under the influence of demonic energy, the strength of the Ye has increased dramatically. Its body is surrounded by raging demonic flames. With a casual wave of its hand, it unleashes a pitch-black shockwave mixed with demonic energy, which forces the approaching phantom of gods and Buddhas to retreat repeatedly.

"Hahaha! Power! This is the power of the Demon King!"

Nue laughed wildly, his voice becoming hoarse and overlapping, as if countless voices were roaring inside him at the same time.

His form further mutated, and scales resembling those of demons in murals began to appear on half of his body, making his aura increasingly terrifying.

However, is the Demon King's will so easily controlled?
Just as Nue was feeling triumphant and thought he was about to control this power, the demonic energy within him suddenly went out of control.

The demon king's will that he had absorbed seemed to awaken suddenly, and began to erode his soul and vie for control of his body.

"No! How could this be... I am Nue, I am the one in control!"

The Nue is actually a kind of spirit or monster born from nothingness and nightmares. It can be said that it feeds on negative emotions such as resentment and fear in humans.

They can travel between dreams and reality, kill in nightmares, manipulate people's hearts, trap souls in dreams, and even take souls as their subordinates, similar to acting as accomplices to evil.

Of course, the Nue is not without its weaknesses; its physical body is not very strong, which is why it chooses to use this "waiting for the bird to catch it" tactic.

In his view, the so-called Demon King was nothing more than a mural that had come to life and was born from absorbing human essence, just like him, and could use human souls as a means.

However, he clearly underestimated the Demon King!
A look of terror appeared on Nue's face. His consciousness began to blur, countless illusions appeared before his eyes, and seductive whispers rang in his ears.

His body convulsed and twisted violently in the air, with demonic energy and evil energy clashing wildly within him, causing him to sometimes swell like a mountain and sometimes shrink like a ball, with bursts of black energy constantly exploding from his body.

"Chance!"

A glint flashed in Wang Ai's eyes as she realized that something was wrong with Nue.

Without hesitation, he bit his tongue again, spitting a mouthful of his life essence blood into the scroll in his hand that had just suppressed the earth spider and fused with the black qilin.

"Divine Coating - Myriad Laws! Qilin Thunder Strike!"

As the scroll unfurled, the phantom of the black Qilin roared forth. This time, it was no longer a guardian, but rather carried thunder, transforming into a Qilin phantom that commanded lightning and crashed violently into the out-of-control Nue.

At the same time, the other members of the Wang family also did their best, concentrating all their attacks on Nue.

At this moment, Nue is beset by internal and external troubles. He has to suppress the rampaging demonic energy within his body and the backlash from the Demon King's will, while his illusory body is completely solidified, and he also has to face deadly attacks from the outside.

He let out a venomous roar filled with extreme resentment, barely managing to raise his arms, which were shrouded in demonic energy, to block.

"boom--!!!"

The lightning transformed from the black Qilin struck first, followed by attacks from countless phantoms of gods and Buddhas, as well as the Qi energy of the Wang family disciples.

All the energy in Nue exploded completely.

The dazzling light devoured everything, and the violent energy turbulence swept through the Demon-Slaying Tower once again, causing the tower to shake violently as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The light dissipated.

The figure of Nue had vanished, leaving behind only a swirling, wailing mass of dark demonic energy. Within it, Nue's shattered demonic soul could be vaguely seen rapidly dissolving under the erosion of the demonic energy.

Finally, with a barely perceptible cracking sound, the demonic energy, along with the remnant soul of the Nue, vanished into nothingness.

He ultimately failed to control the Demon King's power, and instead, he was destroyed both in body and soul by the backlash of the power and the siege of the royal family.

Inside the tower, all was deathly silent. Wang Ai staggered backward, barely managing to stand by the wall. He looked at the place where the gradually calming demonic energy had disappeared, and then at the "Demon Subduing Transformation" mural, its light dimmed and the demonic energy, though weakened, still stubbornly persisting. There was no joy on his face.

Although two divine masters were killed, the seal was ultimately shaken. The Buddha's light in the mural was much dimmer than before, and the outlines of some demons seemed to have become clearer and more restless.

"Immediately, immediately send a message to the company and the Ten Elders Society!" Wang Ai's voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak. "Report the situation here truthfully, request support, and reinforce the seal."

"Otherwise, my Wang family... will be in grave danger!"

After saying this, he could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"Homeowner!"

Chaos erupted inside the tower.

“Buzz——!!!”

At that moment, the entire Demon-Slaying Tower let out a mournful cry, overwhelmed by the immense burden.

Inside the Demon-Slaying Tower, the deathly silence was broken by a soft "click".

A member of the Wang family, who was supporting Wang Ai with a look of anxiety on his face, suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head in disbelief and looked at the "Demon Subduing Transformation" mural in the center of the tower.

On the mural, the face of Shakyamuni, who was originally shrouded in Buddha's light and presented a compassionate and serene appearance, began to peel and crack like a dried clay sculpture.

The demon king revealed an extremely ferocious and venomous demonic appearance, full of resentment and mockery.

"Ho... ho ho..."

An eerie low laugh emanated from the mural, no longer a silent roar, but resounding directly into the depths of everyone's hearts, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down their spines.

At this moment, on the demon king's dark blue hand, the nails became sharp and curved, swirling with viscous, almost tangible, dark red demonic energy.

"Not good! Let's go!"

An elderly member of the Wang family, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was roaring wildly, tried to pull the unconscious Wang Ai out of the room.

But it's too late.

"Tsk-!"

It was as if cloth was being forcibly torn apart, or as if space itself was emitting a mournful cry.

The dark blue demonic hand suddenly broke through the boundaries of the mural, truly emerging from the two-dimensional plane.

The demonic hand spread its five fingers, and dark red demonic energy coiled and writhed like a living thing. Wherever it passed, the air hissed as if it were being corroded, and the rich incense and prayer power inside the tower dissipated and retreated instantly as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Next came an arm covered in the same dark red demonic energy, with bulging muscles, and then another arm…

"Boom!!"

The mural trembled violently, as if unable to withstand the arrival of the being within. Under the despairing gazes of the remaining royal disciples, the demon king suddenly struggled forward.

His entire upper body was forced out of the mural.

Its appearance was extremely ferocious and terrifying:
All three heads are in a "wrathful" state, with three eyes on the main face, wide open in anger, red hair like fire, fangs exposed, and wearing a seven-jeweled skull crown. Each skull eye socket is burning with eerie green demonic fire.

Its six arms stretched out, and dark red demonic energy manifested four magical treasures, each held in one of its four arms: a burning sword symbolizing wrath, a twisted chain symbolizing bondage, a broken Buddhist rosary symbolizing rebellion, and a Rakshasa head symbolizing death.

The remaining arms were pressed against the mural.

It let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the sound wave mixed with the smell of blood, directly causing the closest members of the Wang family to bleed from their seven orifices and fall to the ground dead.

"The Wang family of Langya, I've finally come out!"

It suddenly swung its arms and broke free from the final restraints of the mural.

"boom--!!!"

The enormous demonic body descended completely, its heavy footsteps stomping on the ground at the base of the tower. The entire Demon-Slaying Tower groaned as if it were on the verge of collapse, and countless cracks instantly spread across the inner walls of the tower like a spider web.

As the Demon King fully revealed himself, the murals behind him burst forth like a floodgate, unleashing countless demons sealed for millennia: three-headed, six-armed Rakshasa, yakshas spewing poisonous flames, beast-headed, human-bodied Asuras, alluring and seductive witches... all surging forth like a tidal wave.

They roared and howled, their demonic energy coalescing into a dark tide that instantly filled every inch of space within the tower.

"My demon army, return!"

The Demon King raised his demonic claws and roared to the sky.

"Roar--!!!"

The thousands of demons responded in unison, their roars coalescing into tangible sound waves that spread outwards like a tsunami.

"Run!"

The remaining members of the Wang family were already terrified and had no intention of resisting whatsoever.

They carried the unconscious Wang Ai, stumbling and crawling like stray dogs towards the tower gate, wanting nothing more than to get away from this descending demon king.

Just as the last person was scrambling to escape the Demon-Slaying Tower—

“Rumble——!!!”

The Demon-Slaying Tower, which had withstood the arrival of the Demon King and the onslaught of the demon army, finally collapsed completely.

Bricks and rubble fell like raindrops, and dust billowed into the sky.

However, a strange thing happened.

The thousands of images of gods and Buddhas hanging and inlaid inside the pagoda did not perish along with the pagoda itself. At the moment the pagoda collapsed, they seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, fluttering and scattering into the air.

The scroll unfurled slowly, without any wind.

The gods and Buddhas in the painting, whether they are solemn bodhisattvas, fierce vajras, or carefree Taoists, all reveal a hint of determination and compassion in their eyes at this moment.

A faint yet resilient spirit, imbued with unwavering conviction, rises from those drifting paintings.

Those were the last thoughts that the ancestors of the Wang family poured into these "swan song" paintings, which were the embodiment of their lifelong will to protect the family and suppress evil.

"With painting as its bones and calligraphy as its sinews... I offer my remaining thoughts to protect future generations..."

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless aged yet resolute voices were chanting in unison.

The next moment, all the paintings floating in the air burst into flames at the same time!

But what is burning is not the paper, but the thoughts and spirits, the incense and vows of thousands of years contained in the scroll and the cultivation of the Wang family ancestors.

At this moment, everything is sublime!

Golden flames shot into the sky, vast and bright, filled with a tragic will of sacrifice and protection.

Regardless of whether the Wang family ancestors were good or evil in their lives, at this moment, everything is for the continuation of the family.

This is what a noble family is like!

In the flames, the images of gods and Buddhas did not turn to ashes; instead, they became clearer and more sacred in the raging fire.

Indra, Arhat Subduing Dragon, White Tiger Star Lord, Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Eight Immortals, the gods of Heaven... one after another, the phantom images of gods and Buddhas who had been invited before reappeared.

But this time, they were no longer scattered attacks, but rather they were connected by their own energy and intertwined with light, at the cost of burning their own existence.

A magnificent and dazzling structure was constructed in mid-air, covering the entire ancestral land of the Wang family—

[The Great Formation of All Gods Burning Demons]!
(End of this chapter)