I Have an Omen System

"How dare you, Sinful Demon!"

Ye Lan’s eyes blazed with fury. With a flip of his hand, the cyan Array Plate he held erupted in brilliant light.

"Cyan Cloud Thirty-Six Guards, form the Cyan Cloud Demon-Subduing Formation!"

BOOM!

The thirty-six Cyan Cloud Guards shot apart, forming hand seals in unison as their Spiritual Power surged.

Pillars of cyan light shot skyward from their bodies, coalescing into the phantom of a colossal cyan lotus platform. Myriad tenacious spiritual threads descended from it, forcibly carving out a patch of clear sky beneath the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Numerous Daqian Cultivators on the periphery answered the call and flew in.

"The Yunjiang Pan Family of Daqian, here on orders to assist Fellow Daoist Ye!"

"The Nie Lin Fang Family of Daqian, here on orders to slay demons!"

"The Profound Cliff Du Family of Daqian, here on orders to carry out Heaven’s will!"

...

In that moment, over a thousand more Cultivators from the Golden Core Families of Daqian arrived, striding through the air.

In an instant, the battlefield erupted!

Countless Positional Divine Techniques clashed.

Streams of multicolored light, Demon Dao Techniques, Righteous Talismans...

The sky was torn to shreds. Black Demonic Qi roiled, and from time to time, a Demon Cultivator from the Holy Sect would cry out in agony and plummet from above.

Even the gray-white Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, stained red by the blood of one Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator after another, began to boil.

The more people died, the more violently the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea churned.

"Liu Mobai, is this the full extent of your Holy Sect’s power?"

Ye Lan’s expression was indifferent. He raised a hand to the sky, and a searing beam of golden light descended from the heavens, coalescing in his palm into an Ancient Golden Seal.

"Cease your pointless struggles. Surrender now!"

The instant the seal formed, the gloom for hundreds of feet around completely vanished.

The black Demonic Qi sizzled away like snow in boiling water. Nearby Demon Cultivators spontaneously combusted, engulfed in inextinguishable Golden Flames.

The Primordial Spirits of countless Demon Cultivators were brutally refined, their agonizing screams echoing endlessly.

But then, Liu Mobai gave a strange, unnerving smile.

"Thank you for your assistance."

Ye Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and a chill shot down his spine. "Liu Mobai, stop playing games! Speak plainly!"

Liu Mobai smiled faintly, and beams of gold and silver light shot from his eyes.

With a CRACK...

The grand demonic array before them shattered like glazed porcelain.

Down below, a vast, boundless Skeleton Altar had appeared in the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea at some unknown time.

Waves of blood churned, as thick as paste.

The color drained from Ye Lan’s face.

’This is bad! It’s a trap!’

But it was already too late.

Ye Lan had already gathered nearly every high-level Righteous Cultivator to this very spot.

In the center of the altar sat Ji Boyan, cross-legged and clad in a tattered Blood Robe.

His aura had already surged to the peak of the Golden Core realm.

Berserk Demonic Essence coiled around him like a blood dragon, its roars tearing fissures into the surrounding space.

"Golden Core Blood Demon Ji Boyan?"

Ye Lan’s scalp went numb with dread, his expression one of utter horror.

In an instant, Ye Lan understood everything.

’This Blood Demon... he’s going to refine the Boundary Heaven here and forcibly achieve Nascent Soul Formation!’

Sure enough, Ji Boyan slowly rose to his feet. His eyes were bright, and with a sweep of his wide-sleeved Blood Robe, he spoke.

"Zhi Xu—Dragon-Suppressing Platform."

RUMBLE—!

From beneath the altar, a platform of mysterious yellow earth erupted from the sea.

A black Flood Dragon seemed to be coiled on the surface of the mysterious yellow platform. Dark red, blood-like patterns twisted and squirmed, emitting a terrifying gravitational force that felt like it could suppress the ages.

The entire Bone-Eroding Demon Sea was crushed down by its sheer presence!

’Such a deep scheme... such a ruthless plot!’

Ye Lan’s voice trembled. He gripped the edge of the Bone Boat beneath him so tightly his knuckles cracked.

He wanted to flee, but discovered he was already immobilized.

It wasn’t just him.

The entire Bone-Eroding Demon Sea was now forcibly suppressed by the Dragon-Suppressing Platform.

It was like an invisible, viscous, blood-red giant hand, holding them in a death grip.

Nearly ten thousand Foundation Establishment Cultivators, regardless of whether they were from the Righteous or Demon Dao, whether they were on the skeleton isles or floating rafts...

...and even regardless of whether they were alive or dead!

At this moment, they were all like flies trapped in amber—their Magical Power solidified, their Divine Souls rigid, and their bodies locked in place.

"Master Blood Demon, why can’t we move either?!" a Demon Cultivator cried out in terror.

"Master Blood Demon, spare us! We don’t want to die!" another Demon Cultivator wailed, begging for his life.

Ji Boyan smiled faintly, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

"Thank you all for helping me achieve Nascent Soul Formation. I am eternally grateful. In your next lives, I shall personally welcome you into my Holy Sect."

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a brand-new, ferocious-looking, blood-red longsword.

The blade glowed like a candle flame, inscribed with four complete Eternal Level Blood Rune Sword Patterns that burned with furious intensity.

"Dunzang—Flame Demon!"

SHIIING—

Ji Boyan slashed the air with the sword in one hand. The void itself tore open, and from the rift gushed a substance of pure, viscous, liquid crimson!

The crimson flames churned and roared.

One moment, it looked like an enraged dragon soaring into the sky; the next, a phoenix spreading its wings. Then it would transform into countless streams of Crimson Gold Sword Qi. The ambient temperature skyrocketed, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"No, no—!"

Boundless terror spread wildly in the eyes of every Cultivator!

"Ghk... Ghk..."

Someone’s eyes bulged, a strangled cry like air from a broken bellows escaping their throat.

They could only watch helplessly as their Protective Spiritual Light shattered like a fragile eggshell, wisps of their Essence Blood uncontrollably leaving their bodies.

The wisps formed scarlet threads of blood that were siphoned toward the Skeleton Altar!

For every person who died, another brilliant Purple Mansion Star Order would appear in the sky above Blood Demon Island, adding another Celestial Vault Fate Star to the heavens!

...

Qin Xuan had been hiding behind a reef, but he too was forcibly suppressed by the Dragon-Suppressing Platform, locked in place.

’So this is the power of someone at the peak of the Golden Core realm?’

Qin Xuan’s heart hammered like a war drum.

He could feel his own Essence Blood stirring restlessly, on the verge of being drawn from his body.

Not far away, Ma Wei, who was a literal mountain of flesh, was already dead.

Before she died, she had let out a piercing shriek, "Junior Martial Uncle Ji, don’t kill me! My grand-matriarch won’t... AHH!"

Before she could finish, she was sucked dry.

Several hundred more Purple Mansion Star Orders appeared in the sky above Blood Demon Island.

Witnessing the death of a Demon Monarch’s Bloodline with his own eyes, Qin Xuan’s face turned deathly pale.