Chapter 903: Demonic Calamity Rises Again, Plunging the 4 Seas into Chaos
Chapter 903: Chapter 898: Demonic Calamity Rises Again, Plunging the 4 Seas into Chaos
Immortal Pivot, Overseas.
The sun sank in the west over the Vast Ocean, and a streak of Daoxuan hue descended with the veil of night. It silently slipped into the sea and transformed into a majestic man. It was none other than Minor Metal, who had returned to the Immortal Pivot. He narrowed his eyes as he walked across the sea. The waves submitted beneath his feet, giving him a commanding view of the world. No matter how many times he experienced this sensation, it never failed to intoxicate his heart.
However, he quickly refocused his gaze, waking up from that brief moment of peace. His eyes turned sharp and cold. He thought, “The True Demon Body is truly treacherous. It seized the flaw in my heart to make me indulge in comfort. If I had birthed even a single thought of stopping just now, this body would have definitely taken advantage of me.”
This was the cultivation of a True Demon. One’s “rationality” had to clash with the “instinct” of the True Demon Body at every given moment. Only by suppressing the latter could one remain oneself. Once rationality fell, Demon Thoughts would multiply. By then, he would no longer be “Minor Metal,” but just a Demon acting on instinct, wantonly Killing, behaving without logic, and devoid of any desire to pursue the Dao.
Thinking of this, he immediately formed a Daoist Hand Seal. Formless Realm! The five Legendary Techniques of the Heart Demon from the past had all been elevated into his True Demon imagery. Their power had advanced a step further, becoming even more secretive and bizarre.
In an instant, his Demon body disintegrated and melted into the evening wind beneath the night sky, blowing silently toward the Four Seas Sect. Before long, the bustling scene of the Four Seas Sect—which remained as vibrant as high noon even under the veil of night—came into view. The overwhelming demonic aura made Minor Metal immediately furrow his brows. He thought, “They are all Demon Cultivators…”
Immortal Core Cultivators also had their hierarchy. At least to the Four Great Forces of the Immortal Pivot, those beasts with fur and horns Overseas could not be considered Immortal Core People. The region was merely seen as a breeding ground. Among them, the Sword Pavilion held the most severe prejudice. The Dao Court came second. The Stain Sect had relatively fewer taboos, while the Pure Land was the most inclusive, even coming Overseas every year to invite the Demon Race to join the Pure Land.
Then again, although Minor Metal did not discriminate against the Demon Race, it was undeniable that the Overseas Demon Race was truly a grade inferior compared to the mainland. Of course, this wasn’t discrimination.
“Let’s observe first,” Minor Metal said. Hidden within the evening wind, he shook his body, and countless streaks of Profound Light immediately fell. He split into tens of thousands of Heart Demons that flew in all directions.
Before long, these Demons all found hosts. Through the Heart Demons, Minor Metal could borrow the eyes of these hosts to observe the Four Seas Sect. This method of investigation was secretive to the extreme and utterly impossible to detect. After all, Heart Demons were formless and intangible; ordinary methods could never discover them.
Soon, Minor Metal found his target. He thought, “Primordial Origin Great Saint.” It was the only Outer Dao of the Four Seas Sect, and its true form was a Profound Turtle in the prime of its life. The disciples under its tutelage shared its style and disliked to Move on any given day.
Minor Metal sought out an Elder of the Profound Turtle Race. Using a Heart Demon to stir its Heart Thought, he borrowed its body to enter the depths of the Four Seas Sect and laid eyes on the Primordial Origin Great Saint. Minor Metal pondered in his heart, “This old Demon is quite cautious.” Along the way, he had seen no less than a hundred Arrays, layered over one another like a turtle shell, covering the surrounding area beneath them.
Obviously, the Primordial Origin Great Saint also knew that its strength was insufficient, so it specifically created such a stronghold. Furthermore, its attainment in Arrays was clearly not low. With this set of turtle-shell Arrays, it might actually be able to hold its own against a Perfected Lord for a while without being instantly Killed. He thought, “What a pity. It’s useless against me.”
After passing through the countless Arrays and waiting until the Profound Turtle Race Elder parasitized by his Heart Demon met the Primordial Origin Great Saint, Minor Metal smiled and formed a Daoist Hand Seal. Outer Body! Heart Demons had no distinction between an avatar and the main body. All avatars could be the main body; it solely depended on which avatar Minor Metal focused his consciousness on! At this moment, he placed most of his consciousness into the Heart Demon of that Profound Turtle Race Elder. He effortlessly bypassed the Array barriers, then shifted into formlessness and emerged. In an instant, the originally drowsy Primordial Origin Great Saint shuddered and immediately Woke Up.
“Who is it!?” Thunder Sound rolled out, not only echoing within the grand hall but also transmitting directly outside, rumbling throughout the entire Four Seas Sect. The Primordial Origin Great Saint’s reaction could not be called slow.
However, it was still too late.
WHOOSH WHOOSH.
Inside the grand hall, which was supposed to be as warm as spring all year round, a sinister wind suddenly began to blow. No matter what Abilities the Primordial Origin Great Saint unleashed, the wind still brushed against its body.
Inverted Sumeru! Minor Metal had always lived by the principle of either not striking at all, or striking with his full strength, aiming for a certain Killing. How could the Primordial Origin Great Saint, a mere Outer Dao, block the invasion of a True Demon? At this moment, it only felt its thoughts sink, its heart filled with panic and confusion. It thought, “Just who is trying to Kill this turtle?”
Following the panic came a lament. It had been low-key enough. After becoming a Perfected Lord, relying on the longevity of the Profound Turtle Race, it had constantly laid low Overseas. Alas, it was simply impossible to hide in this Broken Place. It thought, “How bitter…”
Before the thought could finish, the Primordial Origin Great Saint’s Spiritual Space completely fell into silence. Even its Soul lost all fluctuations, plunging into a strange, deathly stillness.
On the surface, the Primordial Origin Great Saint was still alive. However, under the bombardment of Inverted Sumeru, its consciousness had long turned to ash. What remained was nothing more than an empty shell, left entirely at the mercy of Minor Metal to manipulate and toy with. Minor Metal did not stop his movements. He immediately controlled his True Demon Body to take over the Primordial Origin Great Saint’s Spiritual Space, slipping into its Soul as easily as putting on an article of clothing.
By the time the Profound Turtle Great Saint and the Bright Pearl Great Saint both rushed over, and even the Old Dragon Monarch quietly cast his gaze over, the “Primordial Origin Great Saint” had already returned to normal. Its eyes became lively again as it smiled and said, “Apologies, apologies. I lost my composure for a moment and thought someone was trying to harm me…”
“Someone wanted to harm you?”
Hearing this explanation, the Profound Turtle Great Saint and the Bright Pearl Great Saint exchanged a glance. They didn’t feel anything was amiss; in fact, they thought it was quite normal. There was no helping it—this was Overseas. Every so often, Cultivators from the Four Great Forces of the mainland would come to extort some benefits. Couple that with the fact that the Primordial Origin Great Saint was the weakest among them, it was perfectly normal to be fearful and on edge.
“Alright, you don’t need to worry, old turtle,” the Profound Turtle Great Saint said.
“With us protecting you, unless those few most ferocious ones come over, no one will be able to take your life. And those few have no interest in you anyway.
“Unless they want to drink turtle soup.
“But if that really happens, it’s simple. You can just chop off your own head and give it to them to boil for soup. You’ll just grow it back afterward. It’s only a matter of an inch or two.”
For a moment, the grand hall was filled with joyous laughter. After a bit more conversation, the “Primordial Origin Great Saint” said with deep concern, “I’m still not at ease. How about… Profound Turtle, you stay behind and discuss the Dao with me?”
The Profound Turtle Great Saint was taken aback upon hearing this. “Me?”
“That’s right. With your strength, if you stay here and protect me for a few days, I can feel at peace. As a reward, I can let you take a few of the Arrays I’ve Refined back with you.”
“Alright.”
The Profound Turtle Great Saint did not refuse. After all, they were old friends. As long as it didn’t damage his own interests, lifting a finger to help was no problem. From beginning to end, the Profound Turtle Great Saint never considered the possibility of danger. After all, he was at the Middle Stage of Golden Core and was Immortal. Meanwhile, the Primordial Origin Great Saint was but a mere Outer Dao. Even if he stood still and let it attack him, it probably couldn’t even knock off a single hair from his body. How could there possibly be any danger?