Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 90, Section 89: To Prove Yao Guang
Lu Changyuan's sword strike sent several black spirits wielding knives and axes flying.

"The spirits are in turmoil; is the River Styx about to emerge?"

wrong.

Nothing is right.

First came the Tree of Three Lives, then the River Styx; something accelerated the entire Underworld.

Lu Changyuan hooked his sword with a backhand motion, the sword strike was extremely fast. Before Mei Zhaozhao could even see his movement, he frowned and looked up at the sky. His sword strike did not stop. With a backhand hook and pull, the tip of his sword was already pointing at the three ghostly figures that had quietly gathered behind Mei Zhaozhao.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mei Zhaozhao saw a dark figure suddenly emerge from the boy's shadow, holding a round hammer, seemingly about to strike Lu Changyuan from behind.

"careful!"

She said it involuntarily.

The dim lantern light shone on the hammer, reflecting Lu Changyuan's profile.

The ancient well was still.

Lu Changyuan dodged the hammer by sidestepping, and his whip kick created a sonic boom, sending the hammer spirit and its armor flying.

He shouted loudly, "What kind of cultivation does Xiao Qingfeng practice?"

Mei Zhaozhao paused only for a moment: "The Path of Transformation."

"The Path of Transformation?"

Lu Changyuan's pupils suddenly widened, and he beheaded the spirit in front of him with a single sword stroke: "This is a big problem."

Xiao Hai suddenly charged again, his thick, sharp teeth seemingly about to pierce Lu Changyuan's skin and crush his bones.

Sonorous.

Duan Nian met its teeth, leaving a trail of terrifying fire.

Xiao Hai has already reached the fifth realm of strength purely through physical power.

Suddenly, a rift tore open in the illusory sky of the Underworld, and a terrifying aura of the underworld emanated from within.

A river comes from the sky.

The gates of hell open, and the River Styx emerges.

"These monsters are not spirits, but monsters created by Xiao Qingfeng using the Transformation Technique!"

Lu Changyuan swept past the endless stream of black armored spirits, repelling Xiao Hai once more, then looked up at the sky: "The sundial obscures the secrets of heaven? Using the power of the Styx River to trace back to the past? What exactly is Xiao Qingfeng trying to do!?"

Mei Zhaozhao hurriedly said, "I don't know either. The sect only told me to come and find Xiao Qingfeng."

Xiao Hai suddenly stood still, his face contorted in agony, blood breaking through his skin once more, staining the ground beneath his feet a pool of blood.

Holding the Broken Thoughts in his hand, Lu Changyuan murmured, "The River Styx has stopped!?"

Based on past experience, the River Styx should pour down from the sky after the Gates of Hell open, and then all of it should flow into the void outside the palace. At that time, as long as one sails into the void, one can use the River Styx to illuminate one's own path.

But now the River Styx in the sky has not fallen; instead, it seems to be stuck in the sky. However, the power of tracking brought by the River Styx has taken effect, and the surrounding houses are gradually solidifying into reality.

Mei Zhaozhao asked incredulously, "What is that?"

Suddenly, an unknown melody filled the air.

A golden skeleton flew out of the thick fog and stood before the rift created by the River Styx. It pointed a finger at Xiao Hai from afar, and Xiao Hai exploded completely.

Xiao Hai's blood stained the memorial tablet inside his stomach. After he swallowed it, the tablet had already broken into pieces. But when his abdomen exploded, these pieces naturally fell out and slowly floated in the void.

The blood-stained fragments slowly condensed in the air to form the three characters "Xiao Qingfeng," then suddenly transformed into a drop of golden blood, which shot into the sky in an instant.

The golden skull reached out, caught the drop of blood, and placed it between its eyebrows.

A weary, long sigh followed.

"After 372 years of being trapped in the underworld, the wait has finally come."

Lu Changyuan stared blankly.

She murmured:
"To turn death into life, to prove Yao Guang's existence?!"

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Fifteen hundred years ago.

The Taoist priest of Chang'an appeared out of nowhere and killed or defeated all the Yao Guangs who were openly present in the world at that time.

And so the world became Chang'an.

And because of the indiscriminate killing by the Taoist priest of Chang'an, regardless of whether you are corrupted by lust, once you commit evil deeds, you will be punished by a sword from beyond the heavens that will destroy your body and soul.

The chaos was effectively contained by the Taoist priest of Chang'an through severe punishments.

Therefore, the demonic path can only hide, and thus, the only righteous path that can be seen in the open is the one that cultivates the method of eliminating desires.

A thousand years have passed, and many powerful demonic cultivators have perished in the process.

But eventually, a number of outdated things lay dormant. It was impossible for the Taoist priest of Chang'an to thoroughly scan every corner of the world, and in the end, there were still omissions.

Under these prerequisites.

Five hundred years ago, the Taoist priest of Chang'an disappeared.

The demonic path, suppressed by the Taoist priest of Chang'an for a thousand years, finally bared its fangs and launched a full-scale counterattack.

Not only that.

For a thousand years, the Taoist priest of Chang'an used his own body to suppress the demon, keeping the demon of desire firmly in the sky. If even a scale or claw of it fell to earth, it would be detected by the Taoist priest of Chang'an's "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique".

After being suppressed for a thousand years, the lustful demons, driven mad by hunger, also began to stir.

The sect leader of the Daoist sect was willing but unable, especially since she had not yet mastered the final strike of the Xuan Sword. In other words, she was very strong, but not strong enough to take someone's head from a distance. Therefore, she could only learn from her master and begin to vanquish demons.

But these demons are not so easily eliminated.

This time, countless evil forces from the shadows emerged in droves, throwing the world into chaos.

under these circumstances.

A boy was born in Huangshi Town.

The boy's name was Xiao Qingfeng. He was quite talented and soon joined a small sect called Changchun Sect. By the age of thirty-five, he had already reached the third realm.

Unfortunately, the leader of the Changchun Sect later fell into demonic possession, and the entire sect was shattered overnight, leaving him without a sect or faction.

In such a chaotic world, as long as one does not fight or scramble, one can live longer alone. However, Xiao Qingfeng was not the kind of person who was satisfied. He wanted to climb to the top step by step, so he desperately fought for opportunities. Once, when he was being chased, he stumbled into a small mountain village.

The pursuers arrived at this point, looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally left. The mountain village was filled with peach blossoms, birdsong, and the fragrance of flowers—a rare paradise on earth.

Xiao Qingfeng wasn't stupid. In this chaotic world, the existence of such a peaceful place must mean that there was an extraordinary person guarding it.

Soon, Xiao Qingfeng discovered that the powerful figure was the hunched old man who sat at the village entrance watching the smoke from the chimneys year-round.

He immediately stepped forward and asked to become his disciple.

At first, the old man was unwilling, because he didn't have much time left, but Xiao Qingfeng made up his mind and knelt in front of the old man's house for a whole month until he turned pale and fell into a coma.

I woke up again.

Xiao Qingfeng was led into the old man's room, and he knew he had succeeded.

The old man was a powerful and virtuous man.

From that day on, the old man began to carefully teach Xiao Qingfeng, and soon Xiao Qingfeng entered the fourth realm, just as he was about to come into contact with the Dao.

The old man asked him, "Why do you cultivate immortality?"

Xiao Qingfeng replied, "I want to live."

"Longevity?"

"I just want to live."

He didn't have time to think about immortality or the distant future; he just wanted to survive in this chaotic world until peace was restored.

The old man nodded and patted Xiao Qingfeng on the shoulder.

The next day, Xiao Qingfeng comprehended the Dao of Transformation and Creation.

When this path is cultivated to its ultimate goal, a single drop of blood can bring about rebirth; as long as the blood is exhausted, the person will not perish.

This perfectly echoed his desire to live.

Just as Xiao Qingfeng was about to tell the old man the news, he found that the old man was on his deathbed. Only then did he realize that the old man did not have much time left, and yesterday he had used his own lifespan to help him break through the Dao barrier.

As he was about to pass away.

The old man told him, "My name is Chen An, and I used to be a hall master at the Sun and Moon Palace."

Xiao Qingfeng then learned a secret that had been buried for many years.

The Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace shattered the precious Sun and Moon Dial and sent Chen An to return it to the Underworld. Chen An tampered with the Sun and Moon Dial, and by possessing Chen An's jade bracelet, one can accurately determine the location of the Sun and Moon Dial in the Underworld.

Although the Sun and Moon Palace has been destroyed, and the Palace Master and his two protectors have disappeared from the mortal world, there is naturally no great concern about taking the sun and moon sundial.

However, the time for the opening of the Underworld is far from here, so it would be better to seek other opportunities.

Therefore, Xiao Qingfeng had not yet considered such a treasure at this time.

Another fifty years.

Xiao Qingfeng became Daoist partners with a woman from the Hehuan Sect, and his life was considered complete. He even broke through to the sixth realm.

But he was still not satisfied, and even somewhat desperate. Xiao Qingfeng knew that he would never have the chance to break through to the Yao Guang realm in his lifetime. Several years ago, he was eager to break through to the Kai Yang realm, which exhausted his efforts. His path had come to an end, and it was difficult to take another step forward.

If you don't have enough talent, you simply don't have enough; that's the cruelest thing in the world.

Chen An died before Yao Guang, must he suffer the same fate?

Amidst his confusion and distress, he heard some news.

"The Underworld is about to appear."

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The flesh and blood of the golden skull sprouted little by little, and finally grew back piece by piece, soon transforming into a rather handsome man.

"finally."

He sighed softly, and with a wave of his hand, the dark energy embroidered a garment onto his body.

Xiao Qingfeng remembered many things.

He entered the Underworld, and after the Underworld closed, he vanished into nothingness along with it.

The Dao of Transformation in the Kaiyang Realm is already incredibly versatile.

In order to obtain the sundial, Xiao Qingfeng dissected dozens of spirits. Then he cut himself, turning his body into a skeleton to resist the erosion of the netherworld energy.

His consciousness, through the method of transformation, became a spirit.

The spirit is the last wisp of thought of a dead person. It is born from its own thoughts and seamlessly merges into the underworld.

He followed Ling day and night, chanting: "The Underworld Queen will eventually return, her feathers will eventually shine upon the entire Underworld Kingdom, and the people of the Underworld Kingdom can give everything for the Underworld Queen."

I chant it day and night, wandering in the underworld, oblivious to spring, autumn, summer, and winter.

Until his bloodline, carrying his memorial tablet, entered the underworld. In the tablet, he hid a drop of his blood, which could serve as a last resort or as a trigger for awakening.

So Xiao Hai's arrival completed the last piece of his puzzle.

"Nearly four hundred years. That's an incredibly long time."

Xiao Qingfeng stood in the air, his voice resounding throughout the entire Underworld.

Countless black spirits fell to the ground and were born as his voice faded.

His body, his thoughts, everything about him, has become a part of the underworld.

Xiao Qingfeng murmured, "I can attain enlightenment."

He said it with absolute certainty.

Transformation into life, turning death into life, the underworld is a place where life and death are separated by a fine line, which perfectly aligns with his Dao.

He held the sundial high, the waters of the River Styx constantly washing over him, the power of the Underworld was gradually shifting away, and the entire city would soon fall under his control.

The black spirit that had been created bowed to him and chanted in a new language: "Lord of the Underworld".

This is his spirit, and also his people.

Is he Xiao Qingfeng?
No.

He is the King of the Underworld! The newly reborn King of the Underworld!

Xiao Qingfeng said, "Purge the former king's ministers."

The black spirit, having received the decree, raised its spear and fiercely attacked the ethereal, mindless spirit of the Underworld Lord.

(End of this chapter)