The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 118 Tracing the Past, Flowing Back Through Time

The sword of the Great Master of Fate slashed down, shattering these images one by one.

The image shattered, turning into countless tiny specks of light, which were swept up by the sword light and dissipated into the endless sea of ​​clouds.

The sword light of the Great Fate Sword grew brighter and faster, like a shooting star shooting against the current, leaving a dazzling trail in the sea of ​​clouds as it flew towards the highest point of the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds grew thicker and deeper, and the sword light traversed through it for an unknown amount of time before stopping at a vast vortex of clouds that swirled with both blue and black hues.

The Great Fate Sword emitted a deep hum, its blade trembled, and it sank into the cloud vortex, carrying trillions of Heavenly Demon Pills with it.

Consciousness returns.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes and found herself standing on a huge plaza. The plaza was paved with huge black stones, the surface of which was covered with dense array patterns. A faint light flowed through the patterns, and in the distance were pavilions and towers with carved beams and painted rafters, like a fairyland.

Yun Weiyang returned to the Nine Netherworld Sect in the Nine Heavens Hell, but the Nine Heavens Hell seemed somewhat different from the one she remembered.

"Senior Brother Yun, the Sect Leader is summoning you."

A clear, melodious female voice came from behind him. Yun Weiyang turned around and saw a gentle-looking woman standing behind him, dressed in a black robe with delicate features. Her gaze towards Yun Weiyang carried a hint of barely perceptible fear.

Demonic light surged in Yun Weiyang's eyes as the power of the "Demon Seal Scripture" silently seeped into the depths of the woman's consciousness.

Fragments of memories flooded into Yun Weiyang's mind like a flowing stream: the mid-ancient period, the Seven Heavenly Sacred Gates, the Nine Righteous Sects...

As she read through the memories, Yun Weiyang smiled, her eyes shining brightly.

"Looking back and reversing the flow of time, the Great Calamity Scripture really does have such terrifying power. Are all immortal scriptures this terrifying?"

Following the woman named Sun Youyun, Yun Weiyang crossed the square and stepped onto a long, secluded corridor.

The power of the Great Calamity Scripture has silently integrated Yun Weiyang into this era. His cultivation, his identity, and his memories have all been corrected by a power that transcends time and space, making him a true disciple of the Nine Nether Sect in this era.

At the end of the corridor is a huge square, in the center of which stands a majestic stone statue.

The stone statue is a Taoist priest in a long robe, tall and thin, with a gaunt face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes. He treads on countless struggling demons.

Yun Weiyang stopped and glanced at the stone statue.

Yun Weiyang learned of the name Cang Shi from Sun Youyun's memories. After the great calamity in the early ancient period, the demonic path declined, and the righteous path was also greatly weakened. The demonic path later formed the Seven Heavens Holy Gate Alliance to consolidate the fortune, and Cang Shi was born from this. His cultivation was heaven-reaching and earth-shattering, and he once suppressed the nine righteous sects so much that they could not raise their heads. Unfortunately, Cang Shi did not exist for long before he was sealed by the righteous sects.

Yun Weiyang withdrew her gaze and followed Sun Youyun into the main hall of the sect, the Nine Netherworld Hall.

The main hall was built from a single piece of black stone, without any decoration. Only four huge stone pillars supported the dome, which was devoid of stars, only a deep darkness, like an inverted abyss.

There were already people waiting in the hall.

The first person stood in the center of the hall, his figure as thin as a bamboo pole. His black Taoist robe hung loosely on his body, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any moment. He carried a long sword on his back, the scabbard of which was pitch black. The sword intent emanating from his body was like an invisible blade, gleaming brightly.

Yun Weiyang recognized the sharp sword intent; this person was cultivating the "Nine Extremes Demon-Controlling Path".

The second person was a woman, standing in the shadows of the main hall, her face obscured. She wore a dark purple Taoist robe, and her aura was unpredictable.

Yun Weiyang glanced at the woman but couldn't discern what kind of cultivation technique she practiced.

The three of them looked at each other without saying a word; their relationship was not good.

Darkness descended, instantly enveloping the Nine Nether Palace. In that instant, the entire palace was plunged into absolute darkness, as if an invisible hand had covered everyone's eyes. The darkness was as thick as ink and as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on everyone and making it difficult to breathe.

A moment later, the darkness disappeared, and the dim light returned to the hall. There was another person in front of the three of them.

He was a robust man with a broad back and thick waist. His square face had thick eyebrows like knives and eyes like lightning. His long hair was draped over his shoulders. Standing there, he was like an unshakable mountain, majestic and imposing.

Zhao Qingyun, the current leader of the Nine Nether Sect, a Grand Master.

"The righteous path has gone too far." Zhao Qingyun's voice echoed in the hall, deep and resonant. "What do you mean by taking back Youzhou? Youzhou has been the territory of my demonic path since ancient times. When did it become the righteous path's turn to take it back?"

Zhao Qingyun's gaze swept over the three people in the hall, his eyes flashing with lightning.

"It just so happens that a grotto-heaven has recently appeared in Tianwang Mountain in Youzhou. My Seven Heavens Sacred Sect has reached an agreement with the righteous path. The two sides will join forces to use this grotto-heaven as a battlefield. There are three tokens in the grotto-heaven. The side that can obtain the more tokens will not only be able to occupy this grotto-heaven, but also gain control of Youzhou. The loser will have to retreat on their own and will not be allowed to set foot in Youzhou again."

Zhao Qingyun's tone was filled with suppressed anger. He took a deep breath and looked at Yun Weiyang, Xu Li, and Chu Jiangwei, softening his voice slightly.

"The three of you are the best among the true disciples of my Nine Nether Sect. This time, you will represent the Nine Nether Sect in this battle. The righteous path has been prosperous in recent years, and its disciples are slightly superior to the demonic path in terms of cultivation speed and aptitude. You must be careful. If you have to admit defeat, preserving your lives is the most important thing."

Yun Weiyang stood in the hall, looking at Zhao Qingyun's square and dignified face, and was somewhat surprised. This was not the style of the demonic path. In his impression, the demonic path should be ruthless and spare no expense, not say "I'll just admit defeat" so casually.

Ultimately, the memories Yun Weiyang obtained from Sun Youyun were still too incomplete, and she was not very clear about the current situation of the demonic path. However, Yun Weiyang did not ask any further questions, but simply lowered her head and responded.

Zhao Qingyun gave another round of instructions, explaining everything from the comparison of strength between the righteous and demonic paths to the terrain of Tianwang Mountain Grotto, from the possible opponents to the countermeasures, leaving no detail unexplained. After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and three beams of spiritual light flew out from his sleeves and landed in front of the three people.

Before Xu Li was a large drum, its surface covered with an unknown animal hide, its body engraved with twisted seal script, exuding a calm and steady aura.

In front of Chu Jiangwei was a token, entirely black, with an ancient and simple character "天" (heaven) engraved on the front and dense seal script on the back.

In front of Yun Weiyang was a dusty, unrefined earthenware jar. Its rough surface and lack of decoration made it look like a typical earthenware jar used by ordinary farmers to store water.