Chapter 1891: Yang God

The Mortal Realm

Divine thunder passed through the sky.

The beast horde showed obvious stagnation. Fear once again gained the upper hand, and in many places, the beast tide showed signs of retreating.

Fierce beasts collided with each other, creating extreme internal chaos.

Even those terrifying and malevolent great fiends were trembling at this moment.

The lightning didn't strike them directly, but in the eyes of all living beings, the power of the Thunder Ancestor was no different from the might of the Great Dao!

Guifang Nation.

Grand Sage Mansion.

The drumming stopped.

A Demon King held a drumstick, gazing blankly up at the sky, watching the lightning strike into the void.

The other Demon Kings were also in similar postures.

Silence descended upon the mansion.

Despair welled up in the hearts of the demons.

This was the power of the Thunder Ancestor!

If it had struck here, all demon cultivators and Demon Kings would have been annihilated along with the Grand Sage Mansion.

Given the terrifying strength of the Daoist sect, how could Guifang Nation possibly contend with them? Unless the Demon-Calling Drum could summon fiends of the Celestial Master level, what good would their exhaustion do?

Thinking of this, the demons couldn't help but look towards the bright moon.

The Grand Sage of the demon race had not given up; it was still fighting!

Before the South Heaven Gate.

The magical duel between Revered Tianyue and the Grand Sage of the demon race paused due to the divine might of the Thunder Ancestor.

Revered Tianyue leaned against the God-Slaying Sword, his breathing more rapid and erratic than before, yet his eyes shone with an increasingly dazzling and intimidating light.

His entire being was like a drawn sword, ready to slay all enemies!

The Daoist Court True Monarch cast a spell, and a sweet dew descended from the sky.

Revered Tianyue absorbed the sweet dew, and his complexion regained some color. In contrast, for the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, the sweet dew was akin to poison.

As one weakened and the other strengthened, Revered Tianyue's situation improved slightly, but it was still very limited.

Whoosh!

The spirit sword flew back to Revered Tianyue, radiating a cold, sharp gleam.

Revered Tianyue withdrew his gaze from the void, staring at the formidable enemy before him. He noticed the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon's strange behavior and couldn't help but frown, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

Ever since the Daoist sect summoned the Thunder Ancestor, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had ceased its fierce assault. Its dragon body blocked the Heaven Gate, glaring furiously at Revered Tianyue, as if it wished to devour his flesh and grind his bones to dust.

Seemingly intimidated by the Thunder Ancestor's power, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon remained motionless for a long time, but a profound transformation was occurring within its aura.

Before ascending to the Nine Heavens, it had swallowed a golden elixir.

This elixir was refined from the demonic core of the previous generation's Grand Sage.

It could have been used for a breakthrough, but the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, possessing extraordinary talent, achieved the revered position of Grand Sage on its own, and thus treasured the elixir.

Most remarkably, this elixir shared the same bloodline as the dragon, making its refinement far easier than other elixirs.

While entangled in combat with Revered Tianyue, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had been silently refining the golden elixir.

A dragon's roar.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon raised its head high, its golden light illuminating the sky and eclipsing the lunar halo.

It actually broke through in the midst of battle!

Such a breakthrough would undoubtedly leave hidden repercussions, but this was its only chance: to seize the opportunity while the Daoist Court was preoccupied with external enemies and force its way into the Divine Court.

Even if it couldn't monopolize the Divine Court, forcing the Daoist sect to compromise with Guifang Nation would still be beneficial. At least they wouldn't repeat the mistakes of their ancestors and become demon soldier slaves of the Daoist sect.

It was visible even from the ground below.

As the heavenly thunder dissipated, a golden sun replaced the bright moon, hanging high in the sky.

Revered Tianyue straightened up, his expression solemn, but with no intention of retreating.

Facing a powerful enemy, he showed no fear; instead, boundless battle intent surged within him.

His innate spirit sword sensed its master's will, emitting a clear, ringing sword hum, as if eager for battle.

Boom!

A golden dragon claw tore through the air, bringing with it a fierce wind.

Revered Tianyue's robes flapped wildly as he laughed aloud, "Excellent!"

The next moment, a ten-thousand-zhang sword light pierced the heavens!

Baishi Realm Altar.

The Kun Daoist sat cross-legged on the ritual altar, her gaze never leaving the sky.

She knew that new variables had emerged before the Heaven Gate, but she was already at the end of her strength, powerless to assist Revered Tianyue.

She cast one last glance into the depths of the void, where the void storm caused by the Thunder Ancestor's power was intensifying.

She turned her gaze towards Zhongmao Realm.

True Monarch Zhang was still in secluded cultivation for his breakthrough!

Swish!

The Kun Daoist flicked her jade-like finger, and the Baishi Realm Chief Seal flew out of her hand, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the west.

Qin Sang's mind was still in a state of bewilderment, not yet fully recovered from the impact of the Thunder Ancestor's power.

The entire process of the divine descent felt like a fleeting dream.

That sensation was indescribable, beyond his cultivation level and comprehension.

In fact, Qin Sang had to resist the mental impact, and even now he couldn't fully explain how the Thunder Ancestor's power had descended or how it had been unleashed from his fingertips.

If the Thunder Ancestor's power were likened to a river, Qin Sang's body was a section of its riverbed.

The river water flowed through, but there would always be 'watermarks' left behind.

Within these lingering memories, there seemed to be something extremely valuable, having pushed open a crack in a door for Qin Sang.

Behind that door lay an unfathomable mystery, another realm entirely, holding endless temptation for any cultivator, and equally immense attraction for Qin Sang.

He didn't even bother to check if he was injured, eagerly wanting to push it open and comprehend its secrets!

However, the situation didn't allow him that luxury.

The figure's gaze was like a sharp knife, trying to dissect Qin Sang's body, and its tone carried profound malice, jolting Qin Sang awake and sending a chill down his spine.

The newcomer meant ill!

Qin Sang realized he was still in danger and forced himself to regain his composure.

"Emperor Sword? What Emperor Sword? What is this person talking about?”

Qin Sang was bewildered, not even knowing the figure's identity.

Qin Sang was certain that he had never seen this person before, neither in this realm nor in the Storm Realm; there was no past enmity between them.

Immediately, Qin Sang noticed a clue from the other party's gaze.

The figure's eyes burned intently, fixated on Qin Sang's Sea of Qi, with greed and fanaticism in their depths.

"Emperor Sword? Could it be the Earth-Slaying Sword?”

Considering the objects within his body, only the 'Earth-Slaying Sword' fit the other party's description.

What was the true origin of the Earth-Slaying Sword? Why was it called the Emperor Sword? The other party must be from an outer domain; how did they know the Earth-Slaying Sword was on me?

That palm print, which shattered the void right in front of him, so close at hand, was no accident; he must have been targeted in advance!

Too many questions flooded his mind, yet Qin Sang's reaction was swift; he instinctively moved away from the enemy.

Unfortunately, the Sky-Patrolling Divine Chariot was destroyed, having fallen into the cloud sea below, leaving him unable to rely on it for instantaneous escape.

The Thunder Ancestor's power was also exhausted; he could only rely on himself!

Crack!

His Phoenix Wings flapped violently, and Qin Sang instantly transformed into a streak of lightning, shooting backward.

At this moment, he had no other thoughts, simply doing everything within his power and leaving the rest to fate.

The palm print, capable of shattering the void and breaking through the Divine Court's barriers just like the silver threads, indicated that the cultivation of its master was not much inferior to that of the silver threads' owner.

Yet, repelling the silver threads required summoning the Thunder Ancestor!

If the figure was the master of the palm print, anything Qin Sang did would be futile.

However, facing the figure, the pressure Qin Sang felt wasn't as terrifying; it hadn't reached the point where he couldn't even contemplate resistance.

Perhaps the figure's cultivation was originally very high, but breaking into the Divine Court had exacted an extraordinary price, causing too much damage. After all, when the figure emerged from the blood pool, its expression and cries indicated an extremely painful process.

It was also possible that the figure wasn't the master of the palm print but had been forcibly sent in by someone else.

In this critical moment, Qin Sang was unable and unwilling to delve deeper into the matter.

He had to exert all his strength to save himself; even if he could only delay for an instant, there was a sliver of hope for survival!

The fact that he was made to bear the Thunder Ancestor's power indicated that someone had always been watching him—whether it was Revered Tianyue, the Daoist Court True Monarch, or the mysterious person Revered Tianyue spoke of.

He only hoped they wouldn't discard him after use.

The moment he moved, Qin Sang realized his condition wasn't as dire as he had expected; at least he still had the ability to retaliate.

In that instant, Qin Sang couldn't recall how much he had done, but he had pushed himself to his limits.

His blood and qi roared within him, a faint golden light shimmered on his skin, and the faint outline of an inner armor was discernible.

The Great Vajra Wheel Seal and the Bright Mountain Armor protected his body.

Zheng!

The sound of a sword hum resonated through the vast Divine Court.

A flash of sword light shot forth from between his brows.

The Cloud Roaming Sword displayed its full sharpness, its sword light parting clouds and breaking mist, striking towards the enemy.

Within his Sea of Qi.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly unfurled its wings, the Heavenly Eye patterns on them rapidly spinning, blood vessels appearing within the Heavenly Eye, as it fully activated its Heavenly Eye divine ability, locking onto every movement of the figure.

At the same time, Qin Sang was still calling out to the Vermillion Bird young spirit, hoping to gain its help in activating the Divine Sun Tree.

Unfortunately, his calls were like a stone sinking into the sea; the Vermillion Bird young spirit did not respond.

Had the Thunder Ancestor's power harmed it?

Qin Sang could barely protect himself and had no time to worry about the Vermillion Bird young spirit, unleashing all the swift divine abilities and Daoist techniques at his disposal.

Alas, it was all in vain!

Swish!

Sword intent locked onto the figure, and the sword light flashed like lightning.

The sneer on the figure's face turned into a disdainful smirk. A faint bloody light flickered within its body, and it abruptly vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, Qin Sang lost all trace of the opponent; it had vanished from under his Heavenly Eye divine ability.

No, it wasn't entirely without a trace.

Qin Sang was horrified to discover slender blood threads appearing in the void, crisscrossing like an omnipresent, vast net.

The blood net instantly expanded and contracted.

Qin Sang felt a flash of blood light, the blood net reassembled before him, and an eerie human face appeared right in front of his eyes—it was the figure.

The figure's face was practically pressed against Qin Sang's, incredibly close!

His Lightning Evasion technique was meaningless before the figure.

"This is... a Yang God!”

In recent years, Qin Sang had frequently visited the Baishi Realm Altar, gaining permission to read some Daoist scriptures, where he had seen similar records.

Just as body cultivators use the concepts of 'Inner Scenery' and 'Outer Scenery' to vividly describe the Transformation God and Void Refinement realms respectively.

Spirit cultivators also have similar terms, known as Yin God and Yang God respectively.

Extreme spirit cultivators, upon cultivating a Yang God, might even abandon their physical bodies, shedding their mortal shell to exist without restraint as a Yang God.

It is said that powerful Yang Gods can merge with the cosmos and wander through boundless realms.

This meant the figure was at least a Void Refinement realm expert!

Their eyes met.

Blood-red light flickered in the figure's pupils, a dim, grayish hue similar to the blood pool's color, subtly revealing a bizarre rune.

The rune imprinted itself into Qin Sang's eyes, and identical runes appeared in his pupils.

Concurrently, the figure transformed into a blood-red thread again, penetrating an orifice and directly possessing Qin Sang through his eyes.

Qin Sang was utterly powerless to resist.

His consciousness remained clear.

The blood-colored rune clearly had a captivating and controlling effect, but its power was far inferior to that of the Thunder Ancestor, unable to break through the Jade Buddha's flaw, thus rendering it ineffective against Qin Sang.

However, the Jade Buddha couldn't save him.

The moment the figure possessed him, the light in Qin Sang's eyes vanished, and his entire body stiffened.

He felt he had lost control of his physical body; his blood, qi, and true essence within him had almost solidified.

Powerful spirit cultivators were unpredictable and possessed too many methods to deal with him; the Jade Buddha was not omnipotent.

Even when he was just chased by two Demon Kings, Qin Sang had never felt so powerless.

Within his Purple Mansion.

A dull, bloody light abruptly appeared.

The figure re-formed.

"Where did you obtain the Emperor Sword?”

The questioning voice reverberated through his Purple Mansion, its tone chilling.

However, the figure merely asked casually; it could already manipulate Qin Sang at will, so directly seizing his body or soul-searching would be faster.

The figure's gaze locked onto Qin Sang's primordial spirit, but what it saw was a primordial spirit clad in gray armor, causing it to let out a soft exclamation.

"What is this?”

This was the Yin-Yang Armor, formed by cultivating the 'Yin-Yang Heavenly Battle Secret Art'.

When the Thunder Ancestor's power descended, the armor had been the first to shatter.

The moment the figure invaded his body, Qin Sang instinctively condensed the Yin-Yang Armor to conceal the Jade Buddha's spiritual light.

The Jade Buddha was his greatest secret.

But what good was it to prevent the enemy from discovering the Jade Buddha?

The figure could easily break through the Yin-Yang Armor; even if Qin Sang's consciousness was clear and his primordial spirit intact, he would be no match for the figure, and his fate was predictable.

As expected, the figure lunged at Qin Sang's primordial spirit without hesitation.

At this moment, Qin Sang made no attempt to have his primordial spirit escape; his primordial spirit stood motionless, seemingly having given up resistance.

However, within the silent aura, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation.

At the precipice of life and death, Qin Sang completely forgot himself, disregarding the formidable enemy, his mind solely focused on a scripture—the 'Heavenly Demonic Illumination Scripture'!

This scripture was obtained from the Azure Fox Saint King, though Qin Sang had, of course, long known its origin.

Cultivating this scripture allowed one to actively summon celestial demons to temper one's mind and character.

Saint Huiguang had attempted to harm him using this scripture, but unexpectedly, Qin Sang instead used it to condense the Unborn Demon Seal and break through the Transformation God bottleneck!

However, cultivating this scripture back then had also left hidden dangers.

When the altar was set up to summon celestial demons back then, two demonic intents had appeared. The first had vanished without a trace, and before its disappearance, the demonic intent seemed to be screaming.

Qin Sang suspected it might be related to the Demonic Sounds of the Heavenly Dao.

If his suspicion was correct, the master of the second demonic intent must be extremely powerful.

Being targeted by this celestial demon, even with the Jade Buddha protecting him, he couldn't help but feel apprehension.

He hadn't expected that before he could even consider how to deal with the demonic tribulation during his breakthrough, he would have to actively summon a celestial demon again!

According to the scripture's requirements, summoning celestial demons first required setting up a ritual altar.

All great paths are interconnected.

In this world, it's likely few are more proficient in this path than the Daoist sect, as Daoist cultivation is intrinsically linked with ritual altars.

Sects have their sect altars, and the Daoist Court has its realm altars and pacification altars.

Receiving talismans requires the aid of a ritual altar; cultivation involves cultivating a talisman altar; and invoking deities, summoning generals, or performing rituals first requires setting up a profound altar.

To cultivate Daoist talismans, Qin Sang would undoubtedly need to delve deeply into this path.

As the saying goes, "Divine Qi is formless; act here, and it responds there; feel here, and it manifests there; merge with it, and there's no need to cling to external objects."

Within the Daoist sect, as long as one's cultivation is sufficiently high, there is no need to rely on ritual altars for performing rituals or summoning deities.

During the Nascent Soul stage, one had to rely on external objects and refine ritual altars, but now Qin Sang was no longer what he used to be. Having already experienced summoning a celestial demon once, he understood the profound meaning and principles of this scripture, naturally rendering such elaborate procedures unnecessary.

With the power of his divine sense, he established an invisible altar!

In an instant, an endless, chilling cold enveloped Qin Sang.

Qin Sang felt an illusion of his consciousness freezing; this demonic intent from the celestial demon was even more terrifying than last time, seemingly having been waiting for him all along.

The moment the connection was made.

Descent!

At that moment, the figure was practically lunging onto Qin Sang's primordial spirit when it suddenly felt a chilling sensation, abruptly froze, its face filled with horror.