Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 117 Creation True Martial

A magnificent city stands tall on this plateau.

A city of demons.

In the past, they had won victories, supreme victories.

A magnificent demon court rose from the ground, and human settlements sprang up like mushrooms after rain. Under the leadership of the supreme Golden-Winged Roc King, all glory will return.

After Dapeng left, Xiangliu and Feiyi guarded the Demon Court, trembling with fear and unease.

The strong fluctuations that came from Xinyu, three thousand miles away, have subsided. What was the outcome?

The intense aura, like that of the holy sun, was no longer there. Yet, the Great Roc King was actually killed by that human.

No, impossible. The two demon kings did not dare to look at each other, and neither dared to voice their inner thoughts.

But by dusk, Xiang Liu could no longer restrain himself.

"The Great Roc King —"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Yi followed up, "His aura is rapidly weakening. Unless he is killed, it is hard to imagine why this is happening."

The Fei Yi Demon King was the first to accept this conjecture.

The two extended their sensory tentacles, trying their best to feel that familiar aura, and suddenly felt everything vanish into the distance like the wind.

It is foreseeable that in a little while, it will be as if this demon had never appeared in the world.

Just as they were filled with horror, a figure in white appeared in the clouds.

"Why—why do these beings always appear when humanity is in danger?"

Xiang Liu slowly rose from the ground, his nine heads emerging to face this peerless powerhouse.

"I sense that you are approaching the person from five hundred years ago."

Xiang Liu's gaze was fixed on the white-clad human before him.

Song Shen seemed to be one with heaven and earth, his gaze covering the two demon kings before him.

"It's good that you didn't run away in defeat."

"Are you referring to Emperor Taizu of the Yongle Emperor?"

Song Shen asked.

Xiang Liu said in frustration, "It's not just you, it's not just him, but every time humanity is about to be destroyed, a savior appears. Why? Why is Heaven so unjust?"

"At the end of the Taikang era, Emperor Yong appeared in the world; when the Tianyuan era collapsed, Emperor Shenkang descended to earth; when the Tang Dynasty collapsed, Emperor Zhao was born. It was always the same."

Even Fei Yi felt helpless.

Humanity is weaker than ever before, but destiny still lies with us.

How could this not fill these demons with despair?

In fact, at the end of the Taikang era and the founding of the dynasty, the power of demons was even stronger than it is today, and the one at the end of the Tianyuan era was even more so.

They directly occupied the Nine Provinces, giving birth to nine great demon saints.

Humanity is confined to a corner of the southeast, and is on the verge of extinction.

At this time, Shen Kang was born. When humanity was on the verge of extinction, he used overwhelming power to fight against nine demon saints alone, and in ten days he killed the nine great demon saints, shattering the demons' fantasy of establishing a kingdom.

At the end of the Taikang era, the human race had declined to a degree ten times greater than it is today. After the demon Zhulong of the Yunmeng Ancient Land became a saint, he was invincible and his power rivaled that of the Demon Emperor of the Primordial Era.

Then Emperor Yong suddenly appeared, capturing the Gu Diao in Shouhua, killing the Qiongqi in Jizhou, beheading the Zhulong in Longzhou, releasing the Peng in the South, and chasing the Peacock in the Western Regions. All the kings were plunged into darkness, and all slept with resentment.

Five hundred years later, the demonic shadow returns.

This time, the terrifying white-robed figure appeared and slew the Great Roc Demon King, who had just entered the semi-saint level.

To be a level above, to be in a completely different field.

Another truly chosen one.

"Are there truly people destined for greatness?"

Song Shen was utterly astonished.

Could it be that other time travelers once appeared in this world?

He was filled with doubt and confusion, countless thoughts racing through his mind, yet he simply couldn't believe it.

Fei Yi stared at Song Shen and said sadly, "In the past, those destined by Heaven were often killed or banished. Heaven also has the virtue of cherishing life. You have already killed the Great Roc and completely wiped it out. Today, the two kings are waiting to be killed. A king has responsibilities, not just for one clan. May I ask the White-Clad King, do you dare to let one of us demons leave, so as to preserve the good name of survival and continuation?"

"No, I have no intention of becoming a king or ancestor, so this virtue of cherishing life is meaningless to me."

The man in white before me said this.

"you----"

"Do you really intend to exterminate them all?"

Song Shen nodded and said, "That's right."

The two demon kings retreated simultaneously.

However, they discovered that the surrounding space was shrouded by a powerful force field, and that earth-shattering true meaning that suppressed everything overwhelmed everything.

"Is it really that powerful???"

All nine heads of Xiangliu were astonished.

"Ignite my demonic blood!!"

"Burn my demonic blood!!" The two demon kings were still full of fighting spirit. Fei Yi held the Demonic Weapon Heaven-Slaying Spear, and Xiang Liu held the Nine-Headed Poison Sword. Their demonic energy surged like a black tide, dyeing the sky above the entire Demon Court a dark red.

Song Shen did not draw his sword.

He simply raised a finger.

Fei Yi's Heaven-Slaying Spear froze in mid-air the instant it was thrust out, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

A golden palm shadow, obscuring the sky, pressed down amidst the triple tribulations of gale, thunder, and raging fire.

Fei Yi's pupils suddenly contracted. He tried his best to unleash his demonic power, but the force suppressing him was like the sky collapsing, pressing him down inch by inch.

"War!! War!! War!!"

"We demons were born between heaven and earth, and there is always a reason for our existence. Even if we die today, we will still be kings!!"

The enormous hand was pierced and disintegrated by the two explosive bursts of fighting spirit that had transformed into a gun and a sword.

Song Shen withdrew his supernatural powers and silently looked at the two kings.

His will to survive is even stronger than that of the roc!

Is it because they don't know the true terror of power?

Song Shensheng felt a sense of respect.

"Very good, your fighting spirit makes me feel a little restless." Song Shen nodded. "Now, I have a suggestion. I wonder if you two would like to hear it?"

Fei Yi was taken aback for a moment: "Tell me about it."

Song Shen nodded and said, "To be honest, with my supernatural powers, killing you would be as easy as turning my hand. But your indomitable will makes me think of letting you go. Now, one of you will choose to stay and fight me, and the other can escape. After I kill the demon, I will not pursue you for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. After that time, I will then take action to kill you. What do you say?"

Fei Yi and Xiang Liu exchanged a glance.

Xiang Liu slowly retreated, rising abruptly from the ground with a deafening roar, and his enormous figure vanished into the clouds.

Fei Yi stepped forward to block the white-clad figures.

His entire body's demonic blood began to burn, burn, burn!!!

Not a drop left!

All of it! Burn!

Roar! ! ! !

"Come on! White-robed King! Today I'll test what a true chosen one is!!"

The next moment, the sound barrier exploded, and a huge spear shot into the sky, heading straight for the powerful white-clad figure high above.

Trembling sounds echoed from the void, resonating with the heavens and earth, and intertwining with the Great Dao. The ink-black blade was drawn, dragons and tigers clashed with wind and thunder, and a powerful blade aura rose up, slashing out diagonally for hundreds of miles.

The scales of the Fei Yi King began to crack, and demon blood seeped out from the cracks.

His limbs began to bend in the opposite direction, as if being broken off one by one by an invisible hand. In his last moments, he heard the sound of his spine cracking, crisp and short, like a piece of dry wood being snapped.

His body split in two and then vanished in the wind like a figure made of sand.

In the distance, cliffs collapsed, dust flew, birds and beasts took flight, and countless demons turned to ashes.

Demonic blood rained down like a torrential downpour, turning the entire sky above Dragon City a dark red.

"Since we have nothing else to do, we might as well—cram our weapons at the last minute."

Song Shen opened the panel again.

[Essence Dao Fruit: 12,900 years]

[Skill and Dao Fruit: 6,300 years]

"The True Understanding of the Primordial Chaos and All Things in Heaven and Earth".

[The universe is boundless, and so is the way of martial arts. Your thoughts have exhausted the universe and chaos, and you feel that everything has reached its end.]

[In the first hundred years, you walked among the masses, abandoning this glory, becoming one with the mortal world, witnessing the grandeur of history, kings and generals, peddlers and laborers, all becoming extensions of human existence.]

A thousand years later, having witnessed the lives of all beings, your heart now yearns for martial arts.

Three thousand years later, you reach the end of nothingness, your yin and yang within you are out of balance, your six senses are extinguished, and you are experiencing the five signs of decay. You are about to die a natural death.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck you. Amidst the immense resistance, you found a crack. In the void between all living beings and the heavens and earth, you finally understood a truth: the heavens and earth, under no circumstances, would allow any powerful being to be equal to themselves.

[When Yin and Yang intertwine, you attain enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, and live another century in the face of impending death.]

[From the desolation, another life is born; you suddenly realize that this time it's as if you've given birth to yourself.]

You have gained your first understanding of the Creator's divine powers.

Three thousand years later, the barrier between all living beings and heaven and earth broke down, and you were completely embraced by heaven and earth, becoming one with them, no longer just one of the living beings.

You have already risen above all living beings.

You have named your new realm: Creation True Martial.

【The Primordial Creation True Martial Scripture - Minor Completion】

[Another three thousand years have passed, and the Primordial Creation True Martial Scripture has been completed.]

"Deducing the true meaning of various things."

[Seven thousand years later: Fire, Thunder, Wind, Nine Tribulations Completed]

All wisdom resides in one's own heart.

Song Shen's gaze turned south.

Golden feathers scattered across the mountains and fields.

The vast mountain range stretching before us is stained with scalding demonic blood.

Is the Golden-Winged Roc King really dead?

King Xiangliu trembled with fear; his heart nearly burst.

It's fate!

Such immense power! Even saints and kings were reduced to dust.

Do not!

I must survive!

Back then, the Roc was banished from the Southern Lands, and the Peacock was banished from the Western Regions. Today, I am also the hope of the demon race!

With this thought in mind, the enormous demonic body crossed the Green Lake and set foot on Flying Dragon Mountain.

A flash of light pierced through the clouds.

Silently, like the wind brushing past a stone. Its eyes were still open as its head slid off its neck.

what! ! ! !

King Xiangliu let out a miserable howl, and the other eight heads turned around at the same time. A lone figure in white was staring at him from the clouds.

"You can't kill me! I have nine lives!!"

Xiang Liu burrowed into the earth's veins, unleashing his earth-traveling technique, fleeing for an unknown period of time.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the wild beasts of the world trembled at the same time, fish darted to the bottom, and eagles went into their caves.

The willows stretch for eight thousand miles, carrying a hint of antiquity.

Who is crying out in sorrow?

Who is weeping blood?

Looking up, at the end of the Canglang River, the skeleton of an ancient snake lies across the plain, like a frozen river.

An arrow pierced through the mountain rocks, its sharp point penetrating the earth's surface, severing the flow of energy between heaven and earth, making it impossible for demons to attach themselves to it, and leaving no monsters for a thousand miles.

It is unknown who erected this, but the words "Tomb of the Bashe" are written on a blood-red cliff.

"How did I get here?"

King Xiangliu was terrified. He heard the sound of wind behind him, and a blade of light slashed through the clouds as if it came from a thousand miles away, reaching everywhere in the world.

The second, third, and fourth heads were severed on the spot.

The splattered demon blood landed on the remains of the Bashe, hissing as if paying its final respects to its ancient kin.

In the blink of an eye, the waters of Dongting Lake stretched to their end, and before us lay a desolate wasteland, seemingly burned to the ground, with countless wild birds soaring high in the wilderness.

Five hundred years later, the enormous skull is still being pecked at by vultures for the blood and marrow flowing from the rocks.

Everything went black, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh heads were severed by the flash of the blade.

With only the head remaining on the neck, he cried out, "No—there must be a way out, I can definitely find a way out—"

Xiang Liu leaped from the ground, his body disintegrating in mid-air. A drop of his essence fell into a mountain stream at the edge of the wilderness, where it was swallowed by a large fish. The fish then traveled through the rapids of the river to the long river, disappearing into the boundless expanse of misty waters.

"I—I've actually arrived in Yunmeng—"

It all started here.

He was once a member of the Ancient Saint Zhulong, but now only a drop of his essence remains, hidden in the world of martial arts.

It plunged into the water, and the surface returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. The depths of the swamp were its last chance; this body of water connected to the underground currents, and if it dived deep enough, no one could catch it.

Suddenly, the entire wilderness and marshland began to churn and churn.

The fish looked up at the sky and saw a white-clad figure, about three thousand feet tall, standing between heaven and earth, taking a deep breath.

In an instant, the Milky Way hung upside down, like an inverted mountain range sinking from the sky into the earth, like an endless curtain covering the entire swamp.

This image is pressing down the water inch by inch, as if an invisible hand is pressing down on a water-soaked sponge.

It was not an illusion created by flowing qi, but real flesh and blood pulsating between heaven and earth.

The silt at the bottom of the river began to be exposed, fish struggled in the mud, and aquatic plants lay flat on the dried-up riverbed.

The Yunmeng River dried up, and Xiangliu's last head rose from the mud, his face covered in mud, a trace of black demonic blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with—

There was no will to fight, no fear, only a weary calm.

They've reached the end of the road.

Song Shen stood in the center of the dried-up marshland, looking down at the head, without saying a word. When the blade fell, there was no extra sound.

After the sword light faded, the water in the ancient land of Yunmeng slowly flowed back, like a river that had been awakened and started to flow again.

Only one ripple remained on the water's surface, gradually spreading and subsiding until the entire surface of the lake returned to its smooth state.

A white figure stood forlornly on the water.

The mist and waves recede into the distance.

The world is boundless, the mountains and rivers are vast, and deep within my heart, a slight tremor rises.

It seems someone is thinking of you?

A strong longing, a longing filled with piercing pain, pierced through the barriers of space and reached into one's heart.

He also felt a slight pain. Song Shen took a step forward and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, a girl's figure was thrown heavily into his arms.

"I knew it was you! I knew it was you!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Song Shen scrutinized the face before him.

"Yes, it's me."

Song Shen smiled slightly.

Looking into the distance, familiar and unfamiliar, kind and unkind faces suddenly come into view.

At this moment, Song Shen felt that he was still a person.