The Demon Lord of All Forms

The millstone continued to rotate.

Before Feng Daochen's sword light could fly more than a hundred feet, it was extinguished by the surging pure and turbid energies. The sword light was like a candle flame meeting water, and it went out with a hiss. Feng Daochen himself also groaned, and the energy on his body continued to shrink. He was suppressed by the invisible pure and turbid forces, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to move.

Zhang Zihe sheathed his One Heart Sword and walked up to Feng Daochen. The pure and turbid energies swirled around him, causing his purple robe to flutter in the wind.

Looking down at the bound Feng Daochen, Zhang Zihe's expression was indifferent.

"Senior brother, I've already told you, you're no match for me."

Raising the One Heart Sword, its tip aimed at Feng Daochen's brow, the silver blade reflecting Feng Daochen's aged face and his still calm eyes.

"The One Heart Sword, this is the sword I forged for myself. One Heart means single-mindedness. Senior Brother, I have no way back, I can only move forward."

Feng Daochen's back was straight, without the slightest bend, and he looked at Zhang Zihe, slowly shaking his head.

"It's nothing more than stubbornness and a path to certain death."

Zhang Zihe did not refute, but simply nodded.

"Perhaps, but in any case, you probably won't live to see that day."

"That's not necessarily true."

A smile suddenly appeared on Feng Daochen's face, his eyes shining brightly like two fiercely burning candles.

"Zhang Zihe, you underestimate me!"

Rumble!!

Feng Daochen's aura suddenly exploded, like a volcanic eruption or a tsunami. The pure and turbid energies that were entangled on him were shattered by this violent force, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

With his arms outstretched, four-colored flames suddenly burst forth from Feng Daochen's bosom.

The four pillars of the Hun Tian trembled in unison, emitting a deep hum, as if a sleeping giant beast had been awakened. From the depths of the pillars, strands of supreme treasure essence separated from the four pillars, transforming into four thin yet dazzling threads of light, blue, red, white, and black, which converged in Feng Daochen's arms, like four dragons returning to their nest.

The moment the light thread entered Feng Daochen's embrace, the entire world fell silent for a moment. Then, the four-colored flames suddenly expanded, enveloping Feng Daochen and transforming him into a huge sphere of light, like the sun.

Flames swirled across the surface of the sphere, accompanied by lightning and thunder, emanating a terrifying and suffocating pressure.

Zhang Zihe's pupils contracted sharply. He had not expected what he was seeing, and he had never heard of the supernatural power that Feng Daochen was using.

The four-colored essence surged like boiling water, and four pillars of light—blue, red, white, and black—soared into the sky, turning the entire heavens into a magnificent tapestry of interwoven colors. In the center of the pillars of light, Feng Daochen's figure reappeared.

At this moment, Feng Daochen's figure became tall and majestic, like a god statue that had walked out of ancient times. His whole body was bathed in golden light, his face was as majestic as if carved by a knife and axe, his eyes were filled with vast golden flames, his breath was accompanied by wind and thunder, and his every move had the power to overturn the world. The sun, moon and star patterns on his robes flickered and slowly rotated, as if he alone was a vast world.

Feng Daochen's aura surged, exceeding ten times its previous strength. The immense pressure was almost tangible, causing the rocks of the entire Yellow Heaven Divine Mountain to creak and groan, as if they could not withstand this power and would collapse at any moment.

In that instant, several enormous divine thoughts awakened simultaneously in the sky above Cangzhou, and several Great True Persons turned their gazes toward the direction of Huangtian Divine Mountain, their faces showing surprise.

At the summit of Huangtian Divine Mountain, Zhang Zihe looked at Feng Daochen, his pupils suddenly contracted, and an uncontrollable look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Zhonghuang Taiyi! You've finished?"

Zhang Zihe's voice was filled with disbelief. The Feng Daochen in front of him was completely different from the calm and mediocre senior brother he remembered!

The so-called Zhonghuang Taiyi was a divine power conceived by Feng Daochen when he had just passed through the Nine Heavens Tribulation and was in a state of communion with heaven and man. Its essence is to gather the power of the four elements of earth, fire, wind and water to form its own universe and world, possessing overwhelming power that is close to the realm of heaven and man.

Given Feng Daochen's cultivation level at the time, even with the help of the profound state of communion between heaven and man, he was far from being able to complete this divine ability. Zhang Zihe even thought it was just an impossible idea. He never thought that Feng Daochen would actually have a way to create this divine ability.

A vast expanse of golden light bloomed in Feng Daochen's eyes, like two blazing suns embedded in his eye sockets. He looked at Zhang Zihe, his voice booming and echoing between heaven and earth.

"By harnessing the essence of the Four Pillars of Heaven, I have indeed completed this supernatural power, which I name: The Great Divine Appearance of the Yellow Heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Daochen waved his sleeve.

A vast and magnificent burst of lightning erupted between heaven and earth. Each golden bolt of divine lightning was as thick as a water bucket, tearing through the void and emitting a deafening roar.

Thousands of blazing lightning bolts bloomed in the void, like fiery trees and silver flowers, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day.

Lightning and thunder spread in all directions, ionizing the air wherever it passed, emitting hissing sounds, and leaving behind scorch marks that lingered for a long time.

Zhang Zihe unleashed an endless sword light from his palm, the silvery-white sword energy condensing into a black-striped white tiger with blood-red eyes, roaring with a sound that shook the surrounding area. It was dozens of feet long and pounced towards the sky full of lightning.

As soon as the white tiger charged out, countless bolts of lightning roared in. The golden divine lightning was like a net, wrapping the white tiger layer by layer. The lightning exploded on the white tiger's body, causing it to tremble violently. It opened its mouth and let out a mournful howl, before being pierced by countless bolts of lightning at the same time, exploding into countless silvery-white light spots that dissipated.

Lightning roared, and the momentum became even more violent.

Zhang Zihe's expression was solemn. The four treasure maps in front of him reappeared, and the four sacred beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, rushed out from them. Their energy was connected, and the four colors of spiritual light intertwined, transforming into a long rainbow of four colors that stretched across the sky and blocked the countless golden lightning.

Rumble!!

Countless golden bolts of lightning collided with the four-colored rainbow, creating a deafening roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth. The lightning spread, turning the entire sky into a golden ocean.

Amidst the endless golden lightning, one after another, menacing lightning dragons flew out, their bodies entirely golden, scales and claws clearly defined, their eyes like torches, their roars shaking the heavens, as they angrily pounced towards the four-colored rainbow.

A thunder dragon crashed into the rainbow, its claws tearing through the rainbow's light; two thunder dragons struck simultaneously, causing cracks to appear on the rainbow's surface; ten thunder dragons roared in unison, their cries like a tidal wave, shattering the four-colored rainbow into pieces.

Countless thunder dragons danced and writhed, hundreds and thousands of them, like a golden tide, covering the sky and engulfing Zhang Zihe.

Endless lightning arcs exploded, leaping and exploding in the void, illuminating the world in a blazing white light. Thunder, explosions, and dragon roars rose and fell, like hundreds of drums beating simultaneously, shaking the earth.