The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 77 Going Up the Mountain

On the other hand, the situation at Xuanwu Palace was completely different.

Because of the decline of Xuanwu Palace in recent years, neither Zhang Zihe, Shi Jiujing, nor Yi Qianyu took the palace seriously. They only sent some true disciples to kill the disciples of Xuanwu Palace, while focusing their main force on Baihu Palace.

Gu Changyuan walked out of the Northern Heaven Palace, stood on the steps, and looked at the chaotic scene of fighting before him.

The Xuanwu Palace disciples were putting up a difficult fight, but they were outnumbered and outmatched in both strength. Their defenses were crumbling. The Qinglong Palace and Zhuque Palace disciples surged in like a tidal wave, unleashing a barrage of sword light, lightning, flames, and ice blades.

Gu Changyuan smiled as he looked at the scene before him.

"Dinner is ready."

Gu Changyuan took a step forward, the moon wheel in his eyes swirling. The power from Su Qinghe once again poured into his body, and Gu Changyuan's aura suddenly surged, climbing all the way from the Dao Embryo Realm to steadily stopping at the Refining Spirit Realm.

A chilling aura descended from his body, and rolling frost spread from Gu Changyuan's feet. Before the disciples who were fighting could react, they were frozen into ice sculptures by the frost.

The disciples of both the Azure Dragon Palace and the Vermilion Bird Palace perished in an instant. Wherever Gu Changyuan passed, he left behind a ground covered with crystal-clear ice sculptures, each with a different posture: some were brandishing swords, some were raising knives, and some were opening their mouths to shout, but they were forever frozen in that moment.

As the moonlight fell, the Moon Soul Needles shot out like countless arcs of light from every orifice around Gu Changyuan's body, as fine as cow's hair, silently.

Dozens of disciples were pierced by the divine needles; their physical bodies remained intact, but their souls were shattered, and they fell silently.

Soon, the true disciples of the Azure Dragon Palace and the Vermilion Bird Palace noticed Gu Changyuan's presence. Several disciples at the Refining Spirit Realm attacked from different directions, each displaying their unique abilities.

Gu Changyuan's body opened up into a vortex-like torrent, completely engulfing the oncoming lightning and flames. With a clench of his left hand, the void twisted, and the cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out one after another. Several disciples from the two palaces had their limbs twisted off by an invisible force, and they fell into pools of blood, screaming in agony, their bodies contorted into bizarre angles.

Gu Changyuan slashed down with his right-hand sword, the bluish-white sword light like a bolt of lightning, and heads flew off one after another, blood gushing from their necks, condensing into red ice crystals in the frost.

Three disciples at the Refining Spirit Realm attacked simultaneously.

The first Azure Dragon Palace disciple conjured wind and thunder, unleashing a palm strike that sent wind and thunder roaring and howling. The gale, carrying lightning, transformed into a menacing electric snake. The second Vermilion Bird Palace disciple waved his banner, and flames surged forth, transforming into a giant firebird with wingspans several meters, swooping down on Gu Changyuan with a screeching cry. The third Azure Dragon Palace disciple clenched his fists, unleashing a burst of magnetic energy. Gu Changyuan's Sharp Arrow Sword trembled violently and flew out of his hand.

Gu Changyuan's expression remained unchanged. Moonlight shone from his palm like mercury spilling onto the ground, and a white, cold mist swept in all directions.

The roaring wind and thunder were frozen in mid-air, and the electric snakes turned into ice sculptures and fell; the fire sparrows that pounced were covered by the cold mist, their flames were extinguished, and they turned into a crimson ice sculpture that crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces; the Sharp Arrow Sword, which was controlled by the power of the Yuan Magnetic Force, was also frozen in solid ice, hanging motionless in mid-air.

With a whoosh, Gu Changyuan's figure vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the three disciples. He made a fist with his right hand, and the power of moonlight condensed into a transparent light sword. The sword was crystal clear and exuded a chilling aura.

With a single sword strike, it fell.

The sky and earth suddenly turned white.

The white sword light transformed into an icefall blade, traversing the sky and shattering all the wind, thunder, flames, and magnetic divine abilities that the three had once again manifested.

The sword flashed, and all fell silent.

With three thuds, three corpses fell onto the ice, sliding several meters away and leaving dark red streaks of blood.

The moonlight in Gu Changyuan's eyes faded. He bent down to pick up the Fengdi sword and continued walking forward. The sword light was as bright as the moon and extremely cold. He killed one enemy after another and devoured one soul after another.

Having fought his way out of the Xuanwu Palace complex, Gu Changyuan ignored the fighting crowd behind him and looked up at the summit of Huangtian Divine Mountain, where golden and purple light intertwined, sword energy crisscrossed, and dragons roared and tigers howled. Clearly, Feng Daochen and Zhang Zihe were still locked in fierce combat.

Gu Changyuan walked to the spirit boat berth of Xuanwu Palace, took a small spirit boat, and piloted it towards the mountain peak.

Gu Changyuan was not optimistic about the current situation of the Yellow Heaven Sect. Since Zhang Zihe dared to take direct action, it meant that he was well prepared. It would be difficult for the sect leader, Feng Daochen, to turn the tide.

Gu Changyuan had considered defecting to Zhang Zihe, but his position was rather awkward. As a disciple of the Xuanwu Palace Master, even if someone like him wanted to join, the other party might not accept him. Rather than gambling on an uncertain acceptance, it was better to go up the mountain to see the situation first before making a decision.

The spirit boat continued to ascend, and along the way were traces of battle: collapsed palaces, shattered formations, scattered magical artifacts, and corpses lying in disarray.

Thanks to this rebellion, the layers of restrictions and formations on Huangtian Divine Mountain were almost completely destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle; otherwise, with Gu Changyuan's current cultivation level, it would have been impossible for him to reach the summit.

With the mountaintop in sight, Gu Changyuan maneuvered his spirit boat around the two terrifying energies that were colliding violently, and slowly ascended to the highest point of Huangtian Divine Mountain from the shady side of the mountain.

Gu Changyuan watched the two fighting in the distance, his eyes flashing. He then flashed into a side hall. The hall door was half-closed, and a faint light shone through the crack. Gu Changyuan stood in the shadows and looked out through the broken window.

Feng Daochen and Zhang Zihe both noticed Gu Changyuan's appearance, but neither of them cared. Gu Changyuan was just a disciple at the Dao Embryo Realm, and he couldn't influence the overall situation at all.

Feng Daochen's palm flashed with sword light.

The heavens and earth changed color, and the vast sword light transformed into the crushing force of a world, heavy, boundless, and majestic like an abyss, as if the weight of the entire Yellow Heaven Divine Mountain was condensed into this one sword.

Before the sword light even arrived, the boulders on the mountaintop could not withstand the pressure and shattered, with the fragments rolling down the mountain like raindrops.

Zhang Zihe remained unmoved. Before him, a soaring dragon roared across the sea, and thunder and water exploded, transforming into a vast ocean that swallowed the descending sword light.

The azure dragon emerged from the vast ocean, its mouth wide open, its fangs like swords, biting into the pillar-like sword light, crushing it inch by inch.

The Vermilion Bird soared across the sky.

Its wings burned fiercely like fire, each flap stirring up a sky full of fiery clouds. The feathers on its wings transformed into countless fire meteors that fell, trailing long tails of flame, crashing down on Feng Daochen like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. Hundreds of meteors fell at the same time, dyeing the entire sky crimson.

Feng Daochen drew a line with his left index finger in front of him, and a thousand cliffs appeared. Layers upon layers of void folds stretched across the sky, like a thousand transparent mountains stacked together.