The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 83 Testing

After the beam of light pierced through the Heavenly Demon, its momentum continued, and it crashed onto the mountain peak.

The mountains trembled, the sky shook, and flames erupted everywhere. The four forces of earth, fire, wind, and water roared and raged in the ruins. The four colors of light and flame—blue, red, white, and black—intertwined, turning the entire mountaintop into chaos.

The rubble was vaporized by the flames, the ruins were torn apart by the shockwave, and even the air was ignited, emitting a hissing sound.

Zhang Zihe and Shen Zhi had no time to dodge. A burst of light and flames exploded before their eyes, and boundless power engulfed them like a tsunami.

Inside the side hall, Gu Changyuan looked at the surging earth fire and wind water, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and rushed out of the side hall, leaping down the cliff. His figure was like a falling leaf, swaying and falling in the violent shock wave.

After a long while, the fire and feng shui on the mountaintop finally dissipated.

Countless palaces have vanished completely. The once magnificent and splendid summit of Huangtian Divine Mountain is now nothing but a charred ruin, with rubble scattered everywhere. Deep ravines and huge pits are everywhere on the ground, and the air is filled with a pungent smell of burning and a heavy demonic aura.

Amidst the ruins, Zhang Zihe and Shen Zhi struggled to their feet. Their bodies were covered in a layer of black liquid resembling tar, which was the result of Jumoyuan automatically protecting its master at the last moment, blocking the fatal blow. Even so, their faces were pale, their essence almost exhausted, and they could barely stand.

The two looked up at the golden eyes looking down at them from the sky, their expressions extremely unpleasant.

Without hesitation, the two turned and left. The Demon Gathering Abyss shrank into a black light and entered Shen Zhi's body. The two transformed into two streams of light and sped off to the east.

At the same time, in the White Tiger Palace complex.

Shi Jiujing and Yi Qianyu are locked in a fierce battle with Xuan Mobai and Qin Youwei, and the two have already gained the upper hand.

Suddenly, Shi Jiu's expression froze, and the sword in his hand paused slightly. He received Zhang Zihe's telepathic message, and his face turned ashen.

"Walk!"

Shi Jiujing let out a low shout, and his aura suddenly erupted, unleashing a sky-covering azure sword light that forced Xuan Mobai back several steps.

Yi Qianyu's expression was cold as he attacked simultaneously. Flames erupted in front of him, transforming into a giant fire phoenix with its wings spread, forcing Qin Youwei back continuously.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the two retreated rapidly, transforming into two long rainbows and flying eastward.

Xuan Mobai and Qin Youwei exchanged a glance, but did not pursue them. Instead, they began to deal with the disciples of the Azure Dragon Palace and Vermilion Bird Palace who had no time to escape from the White Tiger Palace group.

At the mountain peak, Feng Daochen struck out with his palm, a golden palm print stretching across the sky, attempting to intercept the two fleeing streaks of light.

The Demon Gathering Abyss transformed into a black barrier, blocking the palm print. Although it only blocked it for a moment, this brief delay was enough. Zhang Zihe and Shen Zhi's figures disappeared into the horizon, leaving only a trail of gradually dissipating demonic energy.

Feng Daochen's body trembled violently.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, trickling down his pale cheeks. The golden light in his eyes suddenly dissipated, transforming back into the four colors of earth, fire, wind, and water, which flickered a few times in his eye sockets before returning to the distinct black and white of a mortal.

In that instant, Feng Daochen seemed to have all his strength drained away, and his body slowly fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the ruins on the mountaintop.

With a face as pale as paper, Feng Daochen leaned against a broken stone tablet, his back hunched, his breathing weak. The Shengxie Sword had slipped out of his control and was stuck in a pile of rubble. The ancient luster on the sword had dimmed, making it look like a piece of rusted iron.

Feng Daochen opened his eyes and looked at the desolate scene before him. The palaces were reduced to ashes and the rocks were shattered. He closed his eyes in pain.

In just the time it takes to fight a major battle, Feng Daochen seemed to have aged twenty years. His hair was gray, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as if they had been carved by a knife, and his skin hung loosely like dried tree bark. He looked like he was on his deathbed, barely breathing, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Footsteps approached, making a rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

Feng Daochen opened his eyes wearily, his cloudy gaze looking at the newcomer. His vision was blurry, and he could not see the newcomer's face clearly, only a blurry black robe.

His lips moved a few times, and a hoarse voice squeezed out from deep in Feng Daochen's throat.

"You... are you a disciple of the Xuanwu Palace?"

The newcomer walked up to Feng Daochen, stopped, and bowed.

"Gu Changyuan, an inner disciple of Xuanwu Palace."

Feng Daochen squinted, his life force rapidly dwindling, his consciousness gradually blurring. He could no longer even see Gu Changyuan's face clearly, only a hazy, young figure.

The Yellow Heaven Great Divine Appearance was not a supernatural power he could use at this stage, nor did he have the ability to bear the precious essence of the Four Pillars of Heaven. He was already exhausted from quelling this internal strife.

"Go...find Xuanmo...Bai..." Feng Daochen raised his arm with difficulty, following his senses, and pointed to the Shengxie Sword stuck in the rubble not far away. "He...is the next...master...of the sect."

The Victorious Evil Sword was stuck in the rubble, its blade slightly tilted. The patterns on the hilt were covered with dust. This was the token of the Yellow Heaven Sect leader, symbolizing the position of leader.

Gu Changyuan looked at the Shengxie Sword, walked over, bent down and pulled it out of the rubble. As he held the sword, a heavy, icy coldness came from his palm.

Holding his sword, Gu Changyuan walked back to Feng Daochen.

"Sect Leader, Senior Uncle Xuan is currently fighting against the rebels. I think it would be better to wait a little longer."

"Yes... wait a little longer... wait..."

Feng Daochen's consciousness became increasingly blurred, the world before his eyes seemed to be turning upside down, the boundary between heaven and earth became indistinct, and the last bit of strength in his body rapidly declined, no longer able to support his body.

Slipping off the stone tablet, Feng Daochen collapsed onto the scorched ground, his back against the rubble, motionless.

Gu Changyuan squatted down.

"Sect Leader," Gu Changyuan's voice was soft, "how are you?"

Feng Daochen's eyes were half-open, his pupils unfocused and unfocused. He seemed to be looking at Gu Changyuan, or perhaps at the void behind Gu Changyuan. His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Sect Leader," Gu Changyuan asked again, "Are you still conscious?"

Feng Daochen made a muffled sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, or as if he didn't say anything at all. His fingers twitched slightly, and then he stopped moving.

"Master Xuan is the next sect leader, right?" Gu Changyuan asked.

Feng Daochen's eyes darted around, as if confirming the question. After a long while, he nodded slightly, his chin almost touching his chest.

"Master Xuan is the next sect leader, right?" Gu Changyuan asked again, his tone exactly the same as before.

Feng Daochen nodded again, but the gesture was smaller than before, almost imperceptible.

"Sect Leader, Xuan Mobai has also defected."

Feng Daochen did not answer; his eyes were already closed, and his breathing was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.