I Have an Omen System

"Die, Sinful Demon!"

Numerous Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivators roared in unison, surrounding and cutting off his escape.

A sky full of Magical Treasures and Divine Techniques rained down as if they were free.

Wei Qingyi spat out a large mouthful of emerald-green blood. The dark Demonic Qi around him grew thin and faint, and his Escape Light was now tinged with red, making him look even weaker.

A Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivator bellowed, "Fellow Daoist, please show yourself."

A translucent, house-sized Gelatinous Creature with a large cap suddenly appeared before Wei Qingyi.

Its countless, hair-thin tentacles dripped with grayish-black Spirit-Eroding Spirit Weak Water that sizzled as it corroded the void.

Wei Qingyi cried out in terror, "What is this thing?"

"A dying man has no need for words."

The Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivator laughed heartily and jeered, "Fellow Daoists, this beast has no tricks left!"

"He’s the bloodline descendant of a Nascent Soul Demon Monarch from the Demon Sect. He must be carrying countless treasures! If we take him down, they’ll all be ours."

One after another, streams of light streaked across the dark night sky.

The Cultivators’ faces lit up with excitement as they scrambled over one another, afraid of being too late.

They had exhausted all of Wei Qingyi’s life-saving measures, even forcing him to use that infinitely powerful Positional Divine Technique, [Yang Earth·Plague Monarch Burial].

In the eyes of the Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivators, Wei Qingyi was now a grasshopper in late autumn—he wouldn’t be jumping for much longer.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Blood Demon Island, a glimmer of a successful scheme quietly flashed in the depths of Wei Qingyi’s eyes.

The house-sized gelatinous cap enveloped Wei Qingyi, its tentacles flickering with a faint, ghostly-blue phosphorescence and emitting a strange pulsation.

Just as the faces of the crowd lit up with joy, thinking his capture was a foregone conclusion,

BOOM!

A pillar of pure starlight suddenly descended from the heavens.

"Heheheh, luring you into my trap really wasn’t easy," Wei Qingyi cackled sinisterly.

His figure, shrouded within the [Bone-Eroding Spirit Fog], suddenly turned ethereal and was absorbed by the pure pillar of light.

"Starlight Shift, escape!"

Wei Qingyi’s aura surged as he dissolved into specks of starlight. His true body then materialized outside the encirclement like a phantom.

WHOOSH!!

He vanished in an instant, leaving only a faint afterimage of starlight in his place.

"How is that possible? You actually escaped the corrosion of the [Bone-Eroding Spirit Fog]!"

The Cyan Cloud Sect disciples were stunned.

"This is bad! The Sinful Demon did it on purpose!" someone shouted.

"You’re only realizing it now? Too late."

Wei Qingyi sneered. "How naive. Did you really think I couldn’t deal with you?"

’If I hadn’t needed to lure you all to Blood Demon Island to complete my martial uncle’s task, you’d all be dead by now.’

A terrifying light shone from Wei Qingyi’s emerald eyes. He slammed his hands downward and roared.

"[Plague Monarch Burial]—activate!"

BOOM!

A muffled pulse, as if from the depths of the earth, emanated outward.

With Wei Qingyi at the center, a ghastly green toxic mist, saturated with the ultimate aura of plague, expanded in all directions.

Nothing it touched was left uncorroded.

"Aaargh!"

The many Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivators let out agonizing wails.

"How can this be? When this Sinful Demon used this Positional Divine Technique before, it clearly wasn’t this powerful!"

They looked down in horror to find their Flesh Bodies rapidly swelling, with dark green pustules bulging beneath their skin. The Divine Soul Little Man in their seas of consciousness had also rotted away.

Some Cultivators with weaker True Essence even plummeted headfirst from the sky, crashing onto Blood Demon Island.

However, no one noticed that the soil of Blood Demon Island had already turned scarlet, like a Blood Prison.

The moment that Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivator’s corpse hit the ground, it was dragged into the earth and silently eroded.

Qin Xuan’s eyes suddenly lit up.

’What a perfect opportunity!’

He was just about to rush forward and, with a single slash for each, absorb these Cyan Cloud Sect Cultivators into his Soul Banner.

But in the next moment, a terrifying Qi Mechanism erupted from behind him.

"Wei Qingyi, kneel and submit! I may yet grant you an intact corpse!"

A furious roar suddenly echoed.

A majestic pressure, reaching the level of a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Eighth Level expert!

Qin Xuan turned his head, his expression one of utter shock.

’Why is Ye Lan here?’

Without a second thought, he turned and fled.

Like a phantom, he vanished in a near-instantaneous teleportation, leaving only a residual bloody shadow behind.

"I’ve finally lured you out."

Liu Mobai chuckled softly as his figure abruptly materialized from the void. "Ye Lan, your opponent is me!"

With a flick of his wide sleeve, three bolts of Yin Thunder, each as thick as a bowl and ghastly green in color, silently tore through space. They teemed with countless tiny, wailing Resentful Spirits.

They formed a triangular pattern and shot straight for Ye Lan in mid-air!

"Soul-devouring Yin Thunder, go!"

Liu Mobai roared. Before the Yin Thunder even arrived, a bone-chilling, soul-rending, sinister Evil Qi had already enveloped Ye Lan.

Alarm bells screamed in Ye Lan’s mind.

"What potent Soul-devouring Yin Thunder."

’This Yin Thunder is incredibly vicious. It specializes in corrupting Magical Treasures and eroding the Divine Soul. Taking it head-on would be foolish.’

"Profound Light Protection, rise!"

He gritted his teeth and once again activated a palm-sized, silvery-white Talisman that was as smooth and warm as jade.

BUZZ!

A hemispherical shield, so condensed it looked solid and shimmered with a silvery, water-like radiance, appeared.

It instantly enveloped Ye Lan.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

The three bolts of ghastly green Yin Thunder slammed viciously against the Profound Light shield, making a teeth-grinding, sizzling sound of corrosion.

The silver light on the shield’s surface flickered violently, its runes flashing in and out of existence. Despite the intense fluctuations, it managed to block the attack.

"Is this all the great Demon Child of the Demon Sect has to offer?" Ye Lan said with a provocative look.

He stood on his Sunlight Golden Sword, suspended in mid-air. Golden light flowed around him like the rising sun, forcefully dispelling the surging, foul Demonic Qi.

"Heh, that was just an appetizer."

Liu Mobai’s smile vanished. An unsettling, blinding light erupted from his Yin-Yang Demon Pupils as he roared.

His voice was like a horn blast from hell, piercing the clouds!

"Everyone, if not now, then when?"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The moment his voice fell, dozens of pitch-black demonic lights shot up from Blood Demon Island like a volcanic eruption.

Each beam of demonic light was incredibly condensed. It was a group of forty-nine Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators.

The forty-nine Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators wore Demon Robes of various colors.

Some were ferocious and ugly, others deviously charming and bizarre. They wielded Bone Blades, Demon Banners, Blood Pearls, Poison Banners, and other assorted Demon Artifacts, displaying the full might of the Demon Sect.

Qin Xuan’s brows furrowed. Something felt wrong.

’Why am I not among them?’

On the other side, however, Ye Lan seemed to have anticipated this and burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! Don’t get arrogant, you Sinful Demons! Did you really think I came alone?"

Ye Lan crushed the Magic Talisman in his hand and bellowed, "Where are the disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect?!"

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Responding to Ye Lan’s True Inheritance Token were thirty-six clear and soaring sword whistles and the sound of Escape Lights tearing through the sky.

Like meteors rending the darkness, thirty-six Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivators wearing Cyan Cloud Daoist Robes shot out from the clouds behind them! Some carried longswords on their backs, while others held Magical Artifacts.

Their auras were varied—some sharp as a sword, some steady as a mountain, some agile as the wind. Though slightly outnumbered by the Demon Cultivators, each had a determined gaze and a battle intent that soared to the heavens!

These were none other than the elite Cyan Cloud Thirty-Six Guards that Ye Lan had secretly assembled.

"Ye Lan, you just don’t give up, do you?"

Liu Mobai chuckled. At some point, a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, constructed from a ghastly white giant bone and a Human Skin Soul Banner, had appeared in his hand.

On the banner’s surface, countless twisted, agonized faces wailed silently, its aura terrifying.

Ye Lan’s heart skipped a beat. A wisp of black candle smoke suddenly appeared before his eyes, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devour the Heavens, manifest!"

Liu Mobai roared and hurled the Soul-devouring Banner in his hand toward the sky.

The banner’s surface swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a ghastly white canopy that covered an area of several dozen li and enveloped Ye Lan’s figure.

Following it were forty-nine Positional Divine Techniques, which transformed into streams of light and actually formed a Personhood Magic Array.

Not a single one was repeated!

"[Flame Demon]—slash!"

"[Rotting Body Miasma]—activate!"

"[Lament of White Bones]—suppress!"

"[Netherworld Flame]—come!"

...

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be pushed aside by this monstrous demonic might, making the space around them viscous and heavy.

A sky full of scarlet blood and bizarre Demonic Qi spread like a tide, instantly locking down Ye Lan and his Cyan Cloud Thirty-Six Guards.

It seemed Liu Mobai had been planning this for a long time.

He either didn’t strike, or when he did, it was a killing blow.