nownovels Chapter 57 The Inner Demon Emerges
Chapter 57 The Inner Demon Emerges
"Thump!"
A dull, loud thud, like a giant hammer striking the earth.
Everyone saw a blur before their eyes, and a figure shrouded in dense blood-red light was walking step by step through the void toward the small mountain.
With each step he took, the air beneath his feet emitted a loud, unbearable crack, as if he were crushing something.
The man was dressed in blood-red armor, his full head of red hair danced like wild flames, and his body exuded a nauseatingly strong bloody stench, like a demon that had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"That's... Blood River Heaven!"
Someone recognized the distinctive aura and exclaimed in horror, "It's Blood River Heaven's Holy Son, Blood Without Trace! That ruthless madman has come too!"
Xue Wuhen paid no heed to the stares of those around him. His crimson eyes were fixed on the two figures atop the mountain, a bloodthirsty laugh curling at the corner of his lips, his voice booming like rolling thunder:
"Women of the Heart Demon Heaven, rats of the Unborn Heaven... Perfect, my Blood God Child hasn't had his fill yet, today I'll use you two as a sacrifice!"
"One I took back to warm my bed, and the other I fed to my Blood God Child."
Wang Dao turned his head, his gaze beneath the mask like two unsheathed swords, piercing straight at the blood-red figure that was walking through the air.
The instant their eyes met, his blood and qi began to surge uncontrollably, as if a dormant volcano had sensed a vibration originating from the depths of the earth's crust.
An even stranger feeling welled up inside me—a familiar feeling that originated deep within my blood, strong and clear.
He could sense that Xue Wuhen carried a piece of the puzzle that should have belonged to his body.
This strange and absurd feeling caused even Wang Dao's rock-solid mind to tremble slightly.
"What is it...? Could it be related to my past?"
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, giving him, for the first time, a strong desire to explore his vague past.
Liu Ruyan, who was standing to the side, had completely lost all her seductive charm.
In her alluring eyes, capable of captivating all beings, all the spring colors and charm receded like the tide, leaving only cold frost.
The six major demonic sects have never been friends.
Each demonic sect represents a path taken to the extreme; those who follow different paths become mortal enemies.
Blood River Heaven cultivates the Blood Nerve and follows the Path of Blood. It is said that one can be reborn with a single drop of blood and be indestructible through countless eons.
The Unborn Heaven cultivates the Sword of Slaughter, walks the Path of Killing, and attains emptiness through endless slaughter, severing all ties of cause and effect.
The Demon Realm where she resides uses the seven emotions and six desires as its furnace and all living beings in the world as its fuel, manipulating people's hearts at will.
But Wang Dao was unaware of all this; he was just an imposter, a greenhorn, and at that moment, he was filled with confusion.
"We're all from the Demonic Sect, yet we're all shouting and killing each other the moment we meet, without even exchanging pleasantries. Blood River Heaven's methods are just too wild."
Although he thought so, he was also clear that there were differences between different demonic sects.
If we're talking about the sheer ferocity of cultivators across the land who are always ready to fight and kill, then the Myriad Tribulations Heaven is undoubtedly number one. They act without any moral compass, and wherever they go, they bring devastation to the land.
The Heaven of No Life ranks second, with assassins everywhere and everyone living in fear. The Heaven of Blood River is undoubtedly third.
These three companies are universally recognized as notorious.
As for the other three major demonic sects, such as Xinmo Tian, their style of doing things is both righteous and evil, far from reaching the point of incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.
Just as Wang Dao's thoughts were racing, the blood-red Asura had already rushed to the sky above the mountain peak.
Looking at the figure enveloped in endless bloodlust, Liu Ruyan's exquisite face revealed a mocking expression:
"A brainless brute who got a little luck and doesn't know his place dares to act recklessly here."
Before she finished speaking, she gently waved her slender, fair hand.
"boom!"
The entire mountain trembled violently, and endless purple mist rose from the ground, instantly enveloping the entire mountain in a purple, crystal-clear dreamscape.
The rocks, vegetation, and even the light all became distorted and blurred in this purple aura, like a dream, full of unreality.
That alluring power, enough to make even a cultivator in the Divine Realm lose their composure, has now transformed into the most deadly killing formation, which is now quietly in operation.
Liu Ruyan had a graceful figure and seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
However, the spreading purple mist contained a terrifying power that sent chills down one's spine.
Even though she didn't intentionally target Wang Dao, her pervasive and seductive music, like venomous snakes, coiled around Wang Dao's mind.
He felt countless illusions appear before his eyes: a peerless beauty gently touching the strings of a zither, fine wine flowing in a golden goblet, and the supreme laws of the Great Dao, within reach.
If one's mind relaxes even slightly, one will easily succumb to it.
At the critical moment, deep within Wang Dao's Qi Sea, the Longyuan Sword, which he had been nurturing daily, suddenly emitted a deep dragon's roar.
The sword was entirely black, and the dragon patterns on it seemed to come alive, radiating a chilling divine light, like invisible barriers that instantly shattered the seductive music that had invaded the mind.
Wang Dao suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze had returned to clarity, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
The methods of the Heart Demon Heaven are indeed impossible to guard against. If it weren't for the Dragon Abyss Sword's divine control effect, he would probably have fallen victim to it as well.
At this moment, the entire hilltop was shrouded in that magnificent and mysterious purple aura, like a huge amethyst, refracting a mesmerizing luster under the sunlight.
The crowd watching from outside the mountain was already in an uproar.
"This is the power of the Heart Demon Heaven! It's terrifying; he can construct such a realistic dreamscape with just a few gestures!"
An old cultivator's face was solemn, and his voice trembled slightly: "Illusions are one thing, but the most terrifying thing about the Heart Demon Heaven is its ability to stir up the deepest demons in people's hearts! That's the truly unsolvable predicament!"
"Inner demons are the greatest enemy of every cultivator!"
"It is said that the 'Heart Demon Summoning Technique' of the Heart Demon Heaven can amplify the demonic thoughts in a person's heart infinitely. Once it is triggered, unless one can subdue the inner demon, one will become a complete puppet of the demonic thoughts, losing all cultivation and even self-destructing to death!"
The murmurs of the crowd were filled with fear of the Heart Demon Heavenly Secret Technique.
Wang Dao peered through the purple aura and locked his gaze on Xue Wuhen's figure.
At this moment, although the blood-red light around Xue Wuhen was still dense, he was as if frozen in mid-air, motionless.
His already ferocious face was now twisted even more grotesquely, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes in pain, and sometimes showing extreme greed and fear. His facial expressions changed constantly, clearly indicating that he was deeply trapped in the mental illusion created by Liu Ruyan.
Seeing this, Liu Ruyan smiled with satisfaction.
She didn't look at Xue Wuhen again, but instead took light steps and walked gracefully down the mountain.
Before leaving, her captivating eyes glanced at Wang Dao again, seemingly unintentionally.
"Next, it's up to the young man from Wushengtian."
Her breath was sweet and her voice so soft it seemed to melt bones. Accompanied by a burst of irresistible laughter, her figure quickly disappeared into the forest below the mountain, leaving only the purple mist-shrouded mountaintop, Xue Wuhen trapped in the illusion, and Wang Dao behind the mask.
Wang Dao's expression changed drastically, and he thought to himself, "This is bad!"
He could sense that when Liu Ruyan left, the misty purple aura covering the mountain not only did not dissipate, but instead seemed to be driven by some force, becoming even more intense, drawing Xue Wuhen's inner demons to their extreme.
Almost the instant Liu Ruyan's figure disappeared, Xue Wuhen, who had been immersed in the illusion, suddenly seemed to have become a different person.
His crimson eyes snapped open, the illusion gone, replaced by endless savagery and murderous intent.
On his ferocious face, all expressions froze into extreme madness, like a ferocious beast that had been completely enraged.
"roar!"
A roar that shook the mountains and forests, filled with endless resentment and killing intent, burst forth from Xue Wuhen's mouth.
A burst of crimson light shot into the sky from his body, tearing a gash through the swirling purple mist.
Blood Without Trace locked onto the only living creature on the mountaintop—Wang Dao.
In his blood-stained eyes, there was only the image of Wang Dao, as if Wang Dao was the deepest hatred in his heart and the target he most wanted to destroy.
"Inner demon! Die!"
He clenched his fists, the muscles on his arms bulging like dragons, and the veins standing out.
His entire body transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, carrying a world-destroying force, roaring as he charged toward Wang Dao.