Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

"Senior brother has done his best," Master Cangsong said in a deep voice. "The rest is up to us."

Wan Jianyi struggled to his feet.

He looked at the battlefield—although three demon kings had fallen, the demon army still had the upper hand in numbers.

The remaining six demon kings are watching with predatory eyes, while the alliance's high-end combat power has been severely depleted.

No refunds.

If they retreat, Qingyun will surely fall, and humanity will surely perish.

A resolute glint flashed in Wan Jian's eyes.

"Elder of Qingyun Sect, heed my command!" His voice was hoarse, yet each word was firm and resolute. "Help me... with one last strike!"

Tian Buyi and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"Senior brother, you mustn't! You've already..."

"Help me!" Wan Jianyi interrupted sharply, "If we lose this battle, Qingyun's thousand-year foundation will be destroyed in an instant, and the world will be plunged into chaos!"

I would gladly die ten thousand times over, but I will never allow this demon to set foot on Qingyun Mountain!

The elders looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Tian Buyi was the first to step forward and placed a palm on Wan Jianyi's back.

"Tian Buyi of Dazhu Peak is willing to follow his senior brother to slay demons!"

"I wish to follow you, pine tree!"

"May the moon reflected in the waters of Xiaozhu Peak follow me!"

"Shang Zhengliang of Chaoyang Peak..."

"Zeng Shuchang of Feng Huifeng..."

One by one, the elders stepped forward, and more than a hundred people surrounded Wan Jianyi.

Spiritual power, magical power, and primal power flowed like rivers into the sea, converging into Wan Jianyi's body.

"Ugh—!!!"

Wan Jianyi roared to the sky, blood seeping from every pore of his body, yet he stubbornly straightened his spine.

The Zhuxian Sword was raised once more, its blade humming as its seven-colored light shone anew.

The fourth sword strike.

This sword strike was aimed at the Succubus Queen.

The succubus queen turned pale and screamed, "Stop him! Stop him now!"

The other demon kings reacted and attacked in unison.

The Flame Demon King unleashed the Myriad Demon Banner, the Crimson Demon King unleashed a sea of ​​blood, and the other two Demon Kings also used their unique skills to try to block this sword strike.

But once the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is activated, how could it be so easily stopped?

A giant, seven-colored sword rose from Tongtian Peak, this time.

It absorbed the power of the hundred elders of Qingyun.

The sword materialized from the void, as if a divine sword capable of splitting the heavens and opening the earth had truly descended upon the world.

The sword fell.

Silently.

The succubus queen, along with the 30,000 demon soldiers surrounding her, vanished instantly.

There was no explosion, no screams.

Only a clean, blank area proves that they once existed.

Four swords, four demon kings.

Wan Jianyi could no longer hold on, and the Zhuxian Sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, where it was caught by Xiao Yicai beside him.

He himself fell backward like a kite with a broken string.

"The rest... is up to you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already fainted.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation has dissipated!" The Crimson Demon King was the first to react, shouting with wild joy.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

Although the remaining four demon kings were still shaken, they also realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

With the Zhuxian Sword Formation broken, Qingyun has no more trump cards left.

With Wan Jianyi unconscious, the spiritual power of the hundred elders was exhausted, and the alliance's high-end combat force was reduced by more than half.

"You demon lads, follow me and slaughter Qingyun!"

"kill!"

The black tide surged again, this time even more frenzied and violent.

"Set up the formation!"

"Form the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle!"

"Flame Dragon Formation, activate!"

Master Puhong, Zen Master Fahai, True Man Hansu, True Man Ziyin... leaders of various righteous sects stood at the forefront.

They knew the decisive moment had arrived.

There was no way out but to fight to the death.

Yama, the King of Hell, led the leaders of the demon and ghost realms against the remaining demon kings.

The million-strong demon army clashed violently with the righteous alliance.

Sword light and demonic energy intertwined, magical artifacts and demonic weapons clashed, and roars and screams mingled together.

Every moment, lives are lost, and every inch of land is soaked in blood.

This is a war with no mercy and no way out.

The demons will annihilate Qingyun and wash the world in blood.

Either the righteous path must defend to the death and keep the demon army outside Qingyun Mountain.

There is no third way.

The endless sky, above the sea of ​​clouds.

The battles here are beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators.

Chonglou stopped wielding his twin blades, and a flame of rage ignited in his demonic eyes.

"You actually dared to leave your natal divine weapon behind..." He stared at Dao Xuan, his voice as deep and cold as ancient ice, "Truly arrogant to the extreme."

Dao Xuan stood suspended in the void, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, a yin-yang symbol of water and fire slowly rotated.

The Taiji diagram spans thousands of feet, with the left half representing the true fire of the sun, as blazing as the sun descending; and the right half representing the true water of the moon, as cold as the netherworld.

Water and fire complement each other, yin and yang generate each other, thus evolving the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

"Weapons," Dao Xuan said calmly, "should naturally be used where they are most appropriate."

"Arrogant!" Chonglou laughed in fury. "Today I'll show you what the power of a Demon Lord truly is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed color.

This is not a metaphor—it is a real change in the world.

Throughout the entire land of China, including the human realm, the demon realm, the immortal realm, and the ghost realm.

All living beings raised their heads and looked at the sky, which was gradually being stained black and red.

Demonic energy.

Pure, extreme demonic energy erupted from Chonglou's body, sweeping across the sky like a tsunami.

That was not the filthy demonic energy of ordinary demonic cultivators, but rather the primordial demonic source that existed since the beginning of chaos.

He is the progenitor of all demons, the source of all darkness and destruction.

Dao Xuan's expression was solemn as he formed a hand seal.

The water and fire yin-yang symbol behind him suddenly expanded, instantly covering the vast sky.

The true fire of the sun transforms into the golden crow, and the true water of the moon condenses into the dark abyss.

The two energies of Yin and Yang evolve into Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, which suppress Heaven and Earth.

One side seeks to corrupt the heavens, while the other seeks to cleanse the universe.

Meanwhile, the bloody battle at Qingyun Mountain continues below.

Xiao Yicai held the Zhuxian Sword in his hands; the blade was warm, as if it still retained Wan Jianyi's body temperature and determination.

Xiao Yicai put away the Zhuxian Sword.

The top disciple of Qingyun surveyed the battlefield.

Most of the elders of the sect were seriously injured, and the fellow disciples suffered heavy casualties, yet the demon army still surged in like a tide.

But he did not back down.

Because this is Qingyun.

Because behind us lies the human world.

"Qingyun disciples, heed my command!" Xiao Yicai's voice echoed across the battlefield, "Follow me—"

"Fight to the death, never retreat!!!"

High in the sky, two figures stood like the sun and moon.

Each collision caused the clouds within a radius of thousands of miles to churn and shatter.

Chonglou crossed his arms, and his crimson demonic blade slashed out a cross-shaped crack.

It forcefully tore apart the swirling sphere of water and fire in front of it.

That Yin-Yang sphere contains Dao Xuan's supreme understanding of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao.

The sun's true fire blazes fiercely, burning the heavens; the moon's true water freezes all things.

These elements, through mutual generation and mutual restraint, evolved into a terrifying power capable of obliterating everything.

"break!"

With a fierce shout, Chonglou unleashed a surge of demonic energy that soared into the sky, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of a demon god.

He slammed his fists toward the direction where Dao Xuan was.

The space cracked inch by inch like glass, and black void fissures spread like a spider web.

Dao Xuan's expression was solemn and cold, his blue Daoist robe fluttering in the violent air currents.

He formed a hand seal, and the yin and yang energies surged forth from his body.

It transforms into a Tai Chi diagram that covers the sky.

The image not only contains the power of water and fire to destroy each other, but also incorporates the essence of the Qingyun Sect's thousand-year-old swordsmanship.

The ferocity of the Demon-Slaying Technique, the fury of the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique, the profound mystery of the Seven Star Sword Style...

"Chonglou, today I will show you what the Dao truly is!"