Demon God’s fragnts shattered, ten thousand miles of lt Sea reflected a dark red hue across Heaven and Earth.
Underneath what seed like a burning Cloud Do, the Holy Demon Illusion gradually shifted from illusion to reality due to the endless slaughter between Kun Demons and the Demon Nation, countless Blood Sacrifices, and finally An Jing’s arrival, awakening it.
Overlooking the An Jing under the Yun Que, beneath it was the azure-golden Main Sacrificial Lotus. This Kun Demon’s intelligence core appeared sowhat wilted, like petals dried and withered by proximity to Fierce Fla, whereas the Holy Demon was in essence an inexplicable Fierce Fla.
This muddled, dim fla surged and twisted, condensing into a corporeal entity of death. The human form took steps out from the dark fla, clad in a Mystic Robe, crowned with a Star Crown, a fiery collar around the neck, sleeves like clouds, feet subrged in the abyss, waist wrapped with Dragon Snake, wind-combed hair, bearing an aura of luxury, yet upon closer inspection, the face appeared like light shimring through waves, dazzling and ever-changing, utterly indistinct, evoking a familiar yet strange feeling.
If any beings of the Tianyuan Realm witnessed this guise, though completely incomprehensible, they would instinctively feel a sense of endearnt.
The reason was simple.
It was the visage of Ha Yue Immortal Venerable, this realm’s sacred creator!
Or rather, the Holy Demon was the Immortal Venerable’s shadow.
In terms of appearance, the Holy Demon resembled Immortal Gods more than anything An Jing imagined, perfectly living up to the ’Holy’ in its na.
But it was the Holy Demon.
The only true Heavenly Demon in the Tianyuan Realm, the ultimate result of the Demon Calamity, having devoured half of the Tianyuan Heavenly Dao, with its avatar staring at An Jing, smiling.
[Subdue Evil]
It said with a smile: [To witness the World-destroying Divine Sword yet again, indeed a supre honor]
Though smiling, An Jing perceived no positive elent from this smile, much like an aggressor towards a victim, akin to a blade towards flesh, a pure malice emanated, far more refined than simple hatred of an adversary.
Just as if all things were cast into the abyss, they would naturally and endlessly descend—pure malice at its essence.
And this malice was t with An Jing’s sword.
An Jing gripped the Life-taking Sword tightly, raising the long sword aid at the Sacred Demon’s Illusion overlooking everything from above the Yun Que Sacrificial Lotus.
Though it seed the opponent wanted to say more, there was no need for exchange; the battle began at the instant their eyes t.
Guan Bao Hong activated, An Jing transford into a teor tearing through the atmosphere, charging straight towards the Holy Demon. The white shock wave trailing behind like an avalanche, shredding everything in its path with wild winds.
During the charge, An Jing activated the Heavenly Ti Domain, instantly accelerating his speed tenfold.
The Divine Abnormality’s Grasping Heavenly Mont accelerated the soul, whereas in Immortal Dao Purple Mansion, the physique beca Divine Skill, with the Power of Great Void zeroing body mass, enabling simultaneous acceleration, even carrying the adjacent ti and space enveloped by Divine Skill simultaneously forward.
Like a snow globe, outside the Law Domain, flas and dust sway naturally, but within the snow globe, they spun madly at ten tis the speed.
But astonishingly, similar space-ti distortions manifested around the Main Sacrificial Lotus.
The Holy Demon Illusion leisurely raised a hand, space-ti stagnating around it, ashes rising from the lt Sea seed frozen in the amber of ti, immobile, even light twisted visibly.
However, it soon expressed faint wonder.
Though An Jing’s speed indeed decelerated, the pure decrent was rely in the ti slow rate; the intrinsic speed remained unaffected.
anwhile, Subdue Evil was rapidly advising in the Divine Sea: "An Jing, the Holy Demon gains special abilities from the swallowed Heavenly Dao traits, but the Tianyuan Holy Demon didn’t fully devour the Tianyuan Heavenly Dao, it presumably has only several most basic common Divine Skills."
"The first among them is, akin to yours, the ability to grasp temporal flow in the instant bloom and instant wilt manner, and the second is... grip tightly!"
A Sword Light flashed, even the Great Void was cleaved open, Haoming Divine Power still lingered partially on the Life-taking Sword, leaving the imprint on the strike’s trajectory.
The Holy Demon Illusion was engulfed by this Sword Light, but in the next mont, its body shifted from virtual to real within a layer of gray-black ink, appearing alongside An Jing.
[Not rely simple Taibai’s Speed, self-temporal flow, but rather the Power of Four Seasons... power granted by the Heavenly Essence Four Saints?]
It lightly struck a Void Palm Seal towards An Jing, suddenly, space-ti expanded, distorted, condensed, all ashes and light compressed together with an odd fracturing sound, forming a Void Palm Seal.
The palm stamp descended straight, An Jing rapidly accelerated to evade, but strangely, the subjective and actual displacent displayed huge disparity; he thought himself to have darted several miles away, yet had only moved less than a yard.
—Distance within reach, contraction to inches, grasping space.
As the Void Palm Seal barely touched the Taibai Battle Armor, An Jing’s speed surged sharply, dust fragnts splintered on the armor, tracing lines of lateral movent; he erupted with over ten tis ti acceleration and forcibly shifted several yards, narrowly evading the Holy Demon’s attack.
One palm descended, the surging lt Sea transford into a skyward fire pillar, scattering countless flaming rains, while the Holy Demon Illusion vanished in ink ripples, reappearing beside An Jing.
[No, not the Heavenly Essence Four Saints, you are... a person under the Heavenly Dao’s favor from another Great Heaven and Earth]
It observed An Jing with keen interest, while An Jing’s form abruptly vanished, leaving only the ripples from the rapidly closing Void Rift.
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