The Demon Lord of All Forms

Half a month later, news came that someone had seen the white-haired old Taoist priest in the Cangmang Mountains.

Located in the northwest of Daxia, Cangmang Mountain is steep and rarely visited by people. Yun Weiyang led ten Grandmasters to set off overnight and arrived at the foot of the mountain at dawn.

The white-haired old Taoist was meditating on a blue stone at the mountain peak. He seemed to have known that someone would come. He opened his eyes, looked at the eleven figures flying up from the foot of the mountain, and smiled coldly.

"A bunch of ants from the lower realms dare to try and turn the world upside down?"

The ten grandmasters spread out and surrounded the white-haired old Taoist in the center. Shen Han's hand was on the hilt of his sword, his sword intent ready to be unleashed.

Yun Weiyang stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of the white-haired old Taoist priest, looking him up and down.

"Are you a disciple of the Nine Nether Sect?"

The white-haired old Taoist's expression changed drastically. He stared intently at Yun Weiyang, a cold look appearing on his aged face.

"You are also a disciple of the sect!"

Yun Weiyang smiled and said, "Not bad."

The white-haired old Taoist priest remained silent for a moment, then the coldness on his face turned into a sneer.

"It seems that the sect has not yet discovered the anomaly in the Azure Realm."

"I am Zhang Lengshan." The white-haired old Taoist stood up and flicked his whisk. "I am also a disciple of the sect."

Yun Weiyang looked at Zhang Lengshan with great interest: "Judging from your appearance, are you perhaps nearing the end of your lifespan? How long have you been in this Canghuang Realm?"

"One hundred and twenty years." Zhang Lengshan's tone was calm, but the sinister look in his eyes grew stronger.

Yun Weiyang clicked her tongue twice: "You're only at the Refining Spirit Realm now, with a lifespan of at most three Jiazi (60 years). How many more years do you have left to live?"

Zhang Lengshan's expression was icy, and a sinister smile appeared on his aged face.

"Once I eat you and these twelve mortal ants, I will be able to break through to the Refinement of Spirit stage and condense the Golden Core. At that time, my lifespan will naturally increase by two more 60 years."

Yun Weiyang chuckled lightly: "So you've been holed up in this Canghuang Realm for a full one hundred and twenty years just to devour these mortals?"

"What do you know!" Zhang Lengshan's expression was gloomy, his voice hoarse. "I fought countless battles, facing death many times, just to barely enter the inner sect. I struggled for ten years in the inner sect, yet I still couldn't enter the true lineage. I understand that with my talent, I will never enter the true lineage in this lifetime, but I am unwilling. Why should I watch others rise step by step while I wait for my lifespan to run out in fear of death?"

Looking at Yun Weiyang, Zhang Lengshan's expression turned sinister.

"So I went out and found a disciple of the Blood Sea Sect, and exchanged with him for the Blood Sea Sect's cultivation manual, the Luo Tian Greedy Magic Manual."

"The 'Luo Tian Greedy Magic Technique'?" Yun Weiyang's interest was piqued. "Could you let me, your junior brother, see it?"

Zhang Lengshan sneered: "Even if you don't tell me, I'll show you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lengshan's entire body was filled with dazzling blood light, his flesh swelled, his bones creaked, and his body suddenly exploded, turning into a writhing mountain of flesh.

The mountain of flesh was about three zhang tall, dark red in color, and covered with flesh and tendons, like countless pythons intertwined. At the top of the mountain, Zhang Lengshan's head was still intact, embedded in the flesh, with bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

On the surface of the mountain of flesh, distorted human faces emerged, some shocked, some terrified, some resentful, some desperate. Each face was screaming silently, as if enduring endless torment.

Yun Weiyang's eyes lit up as he looked at one of the faces. He recognized the person; it was rumored that he had been promoted to Grandmaster, but had disappeared after that.

"Did you devour all the Grandmasters born in the Azure Realm?"

A deep, muffled voice, like a growl rising from the abyss, echoed from within the mountain of flesh: "For the past 120 years, every Grandmaster born in the Canghuang Realm has been my sustenance. Otherwise, how do you think these old geezers died in this Canghuang Realm?"

On the mountain of flesh, crimson demonic claws materialized and slammed towards Yun Weiyang.

"Protect His Majesty!" Shen Han shouted.

Ten grandmasters attacked simultaneously, their sword light, fist force, palm wind, and blade aura all striking the blood-red demonic claws with their martial arts essence.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of deafening roars echoed, sending debris flying. The crimson demonic claws were mostly shattered, splattering blood and staining the ground a dark red. But the mountain of flesh writhed, and new demonic claws visibly reformed, larger and more numerous than before.

Zhang Lengshan's voice came from within the mountain of flesh, laced with sarcasm: "You newly promoted ants think you can hurt me?"

The demonic claws swept in relentlessly. The twelve Grandmasters fought desperately to defend themselves, but the claws were far too powerful, each one comparable to a Grandmaster's full-force attack. Even more terrifying was that the claws were wreathed in corrosive demonic energy; when sword light struck them, it not only failed to cut through them but was instead corroded by the demonic energy, its brilliance rapidly dimming.

A grandmaster, without careful attention, had his ankle grabbed by a demonic claw.

"what!"

The demonic energy from the demonic claws invaded his body, and his flesh rotted at a visible speed. The grandmaster struggled desperately and managed to sever the demonic claws with his sword, but more demonic claws had already surrounded him.

Shen Han's sword light flashed like rain, severing the demonic claws that lunged at him one by one, but his breathing had become rapid. The other Grandmasters were also struggling to hold on, and they were all injured to varying degrees.

A demonic claw broke through the defenses and grabbed Shen Han's right arm.

Shen Han grunted and slapped out with his left hand, shattering the demonic claw, but the skin on his right arm had already begun to turn black.

Yun Weiyang stood at a distance, watching all of this without making a move.

On the mountain of flesh, more demonic claws materialized, like countless tentacles, reaching out from all directions to grab the ten Grandmasters.

A grandmaster was grabbed by both arms by two demonic claws and dragged into the mountain of flesh with a scream. The mountain of flesh writhed and the grandmaster's body slowly melted away in the layers of flesh and blood. His screams grew weaker and weaker until he disappeared.

The second, the third, the fourth...

One by one, the ten Grandmasters were dragged into the mountain of flesh. Shen Han held on the longest, his sword flashing and severing dozens of demonic claws, but in the end, he was grabbed by the neck by a demonic claw that attacked from behind.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Han's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment.

Then they were dragged into the mountain of flesh.

On the mountain of flesh, ten new faces emerged: Shen Han's face, and the faces of the other nine Grandmasters. Their eyes were closed, their mouths slightly open, and their faces were distorted, as if they were roaring silently.

The mountain of flesh writhed, rapidly healing all the sword and knife wounds on its body. Zhang Lengshan's voice rang out again, tinged with smugness: "An ant is just an ant. Now, it's your turn, junior brother."

The mountain of flesh moved toward Yun Weiyang, while dozens of demonic claws simultaneously reached out to grab it.

Yun Weiyang chuckled lightly, raised her index and middle fingers together, and slashed down with her sword fingers.

A white dragon flew out from the fingertip, baring its fangs and claws, its roar shaking the heavens and the earth. The sword light cleaved down, severing dozens of demonic claws, and blood splattered like a torrential rain.