A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother Chapter 314: Two Great Ascension Cultivators

The Lingxu Dharma Form abruptly retracted all sword energy. At this mont, with himself as the center, the flow of ti within a thousand-mile radius slowed down by a hundred thousand tis.

Throughout the entire Cangzhou region, all swords, magical treasures, and weapon spirits trembled simultaneously. Blades, spears, swords, and halberds all bowed toward the source of the sword light.

Burial Armant City shook violently.

Every cultivator in Burial Armant City instinctively tightened their control over their weapon spirits to prevent them from escaping.

At this mont, only a single streak of azure light appeared between heaven and earth.

That wisp of azure light was as fine as a hair, spanning the entire sky.

The instant it descended, it transford into a fissure that cleaved the heavens.

Where the sword passed, the Crimson Sky Demon King's newly condensed hundred-zhang demonic form with nine heads and eighteen arms was shattered by the sword energy.

The sword energy pierced through all the acupoints across the Crimson Sky Demon King's body. Though his demonic form was repeatedly severed by the sword energy, it continuously regenerated within the sword light.

However, what gushed from the wounds wasn't demon blood, but his damaged primordial spirit, now covered in fine sword marks.

The first strike fell.

The Crimson Sky Demon King vomited blood profusely as a strand of his bloodline was severed.

The sea of blood in his chest churned violently.

Then ca the second strike - silent and soundless.

Not daring to underestimate this attack, the Crimson Sky Demon King burned his own feathers.

A pair of enormous wings unfurled behind him, every feather blazing with fire.

He folded these fiery wings tightly around himself like a cocoon.

Simultaneously, the Vermilion Bird divine blood within him and the Great Ascension realm's natural laws activated, surging over his body like a torrent.

This trendous power interwove across his form, coalescing into flowing armor of crimson gold and dark red.

The armor's surface shimred with strange patterns as ancient demonic scripts surfaced upon it.

These demonic scripts squird like living creatures, constantly shifting and flickering.

"Co!"

When the sword's cry finally resounded through the heavens,

The Crimson Sky Demon King froze.

Hmm? Why hadn't the sword fallen yet?

Suddenly he looked down to see a vertical line slowly splitting open across his chest.

That sword had struck its target even before being fully drawn.

"Pfft!!"

The Crimson Sky Demon King's body reford amidst the flas.

He raised his hand, sending a teor shower of fiery sparks raining toward Lingxu.

Lingxu showed no fear. "Have another sword then!"

"........"

One Great Ascension cultivator wasn't enough for you, Lingxu?

Then let's have several more.

The Happy Old Man took a deep breath, his aged fingers like snake skin clutching several chess pieces.

The entire tower swayed precariously under the storm's fury as the Happy Old Man stood alone.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped the void.

Instantly, a dazzling light shot from his fingertip.

As this radiance appeared, an imnse power rippled outward.

Then a broad Great Dao path slowly unfolded across the void.

Without hesitation, the Happy Old Man stepped onto this path.

His figure vanished from this world, entering another realm.

His silhouette gradually receded along the Great Dao until disappearing at its end.

Behind him erged the phantom of an enormous dharma form.

Strangely, unlike others whose dharma forms were projections of themselves,

The Happy Old Man's dharma form was an inverted sundial.

Its hand moved slowly - but in reverse.

This wasn't re reversal of a sundial. As it turned backward, it seed to reverse ti's very flow.

With each rotation of the sundial, the River of Ti rapidly spread across the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory.

The Happy Old Man's hair turned completely white as his lifespan drained away at terrifying speed.

This was irreversible longevity.

Blood stread continuously from his seven apertures.

In the blood pool, the demons who had been sacrificed now began reassembling.

Their bodies moved in eerie reverse motion, slowly returning to the altar.

Ti flowed backward, reversing the River of Ti.

Within this reversed temporal flow, long-dead lives gradually revived.

The Wasted Bone Elder, Luo Zhi, The Toad, the nine-tailed fox Bai Li...

Their figures erged one after another.

This was why they had willingly chosen sacrifice initially.

Lingxu stared in shock at this scene. Even he was nearly dumbstruck.

This...

What kind of move was this!?

The Toad examined his restored body with disbelief.

The other demon kings reacted similarly.

However, they didn't remain stunned for long.

Soon they proceeded with their prepared next phase.

"My turn!!"

The Wasted Bone Elder eagerly extended his hands and viciously tore his own body apart.

In the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory, the blood pool's contents boiled again, roaring and churning.

The demons who had just been sacrificed once more willingly offered their lives to beco offerings for the Wasted Bone Elder's Great Ascension breakthrough.

This ti, the demon kings acted even more decisively.

Clearly, having done this once before, they were more proficient now.

Since they knew they could revive, there was nothing left to fear.

Thus they unhesitatingly sacrificed themselves again.

A path to heaven ford from reassembled blood and bone.

The Wasted Bone Elder's body underwent astonishing changes in an instant as light flowed across him.

Chaos demon marks slithered like snakes across his skin.

Simultaneously, his dharma form rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a towering skeletal demon god.

Compared to the Crimson Sky Demon King's demonic form, the Wasted Bone Elder's resembled the descent of the Thunder Departnt's chief deity.

Each breath triggered storms as countless lightning bolts erupted from his nostrils and mouth, creating terrifying spectacle.

From Tribulation Transcendence peak, he ascended again to Great Ascension.

Only they knew how much lifespan this consud, or how long it could last.

Clearly, they wouldn't resort to such thods unless absolutely desperate.

Two Great Ascension cultivators abruptly descended upon Cangzhou.

Burial Armant City emitted a dull hum as weapon spirits trembled.

The city's ruler extended a hand from his wide sleeve and gave a light wave.

Imdiately, Burial Armant City regained its calm.

Two Great Ascension cultivators?

This was the demons' confidence?

From within the Great Dao of Ti, the Happy Old Man extended another finger.

The star chart beneath his feet grew increasingly distinct.

A black chess piece flew out.

Behind him, the sundial reversed yet again.

The Happy Old Man laughed wildly at the sky.

"Hahahaha!!"

"The most valuable wager in this life is nothing but my worthless existence."

"Burn away the three souls and seven spirits to illuminate destiny's obscurity."

"Even betting my life, I'll still defeat heaven by half a move!!"