Chapter Fifty-One: One Sword Shatters the Divine Manifestation

Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s sole aim was to secure the Blood Source Stone to purge his inner demons, yet at this moment, nothing at all was happening to him.

Ning Xianyu found it strange—was this stone useless against the great demon lord? Then how would he deal with his inner demons?

Xuan Yuan Tunhan, too, turned to glance at her.

What she didn’t see was that, at this moment, a layer of ice-blue light appeared on her body. The light gradually spread outward, enveloping Xuan Yuan Tunhan and continuously purifying his soul.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan sensed it, and turned toward her in surprise.

Ning Xianyu, bewildered by his gaze, thought he was angry and couldn’t help but reach out to grab him.

“Ancestor, are you all right?”

“Don’t lose hope in life and suddenly go mad on a killing spree!”

The instant she grabbed Xuan Yuan Tunhan, the aura around her shone even brighter, accelerating the purification.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan felt as if the raging fires in his spiritual platform had been extinguished, and something new was being born within him.

He quickly noticed the aura around Ning Xianyu growing, expanding larger and larger, then transforming into a thread that stretched toward the Blood Source Stone.

The moment the thread of light touched the Blood Source Stone, the vortex within it suddenly expanded, its power of absorption surging dramatically.

Many demon cultivators at the periphery immediately felt their demonic energy being swiftly drawn away. Some, startled, wanted to open their eyes, but dared not.

Opening one’s eyes during the ceremony would cause it to fail.

Yet the demon sovereigns above also sensed the change.

They were equally shocked.

The Blood Source Stone’s power had magnified, and it now seemed capable of draining all their demonic energy in an instant—their minds had never felt such tranquility. Was this the world that immortals experienced? Their hearts and spirits were so calm, without roaring flames, without any violent urge to destroy.

Even Zhuntian was astonished; he hadn’t expected Akali to display such power this time.

He hesitated—perhaps he shouldn’t rush Akali into bearing children. The offspring might not possess such abilities; perhaps he should wait a few more years.

The ceremony dragged on, lasting about half an hour.

For cultivators, that was nothing—they could meditate for days on end. But for Ning Xianyu, it was pure tedium.

She stood motionless, unable to do anything but wait for the ceremony to end. It was excruciating.

She wished for a sofa, or at least a chair.

Finally, when half an hour had crawled by and she was on the verge of dozing off, she sensed the wind around her still.

“It’s time.”

Time for what?

Before she could finish her thought, she saw Xuan Yuan Tunhan shove Yi Tianling, signaling him to go.

In the sky, Akali had stopped chanting and fell from the air, the Blood Source Stone descending with her.

Yi Tianling understood, darted upward in an instant, and caught Akali in his arms.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan then pushed Ning Xianyu, urging her on.

Go where?

Ning Xianyu braced herself, gathered her spiritual energy, and shot upward, grabbing the Blood Source Stone.

She’d expected it to be heavy, but oddly, it was soft and light in her hands.

Clutching the stone, she soared upward, flying swiftly.

At the same moment, Xuan Yuan Tunhan sprang up, and with a single move, sent all the demon cultivators, demon sovereigns, and demon kings scattering.

Ning Xianyu glanced back.

“When did the great demon lord become so formidable?”

Xuan Yuan Tunhan caught up and, overhearing her, didn’t have time to argue. “They’re all weakened from the ceremony. Hurry!”

So that was it.

“But, where are we supposed to run?” Ning Xianyu was lost; she had no idea what to do.

“Head for where we entered,” Xuan Yuan Tunhan said.

That was where the portal had opened; only there could they activate the passage back to the human realm.

“Where did we come from?” Ning Xianyu asked helplessly.

Everything in the demon realm looked the same—she had no sense of direction.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan was exasperated and called out, “Yi Tianling, do you remember the way?”

Yi Tianling, holding the unconscious Akali, was tense but replied, “I remember, senior.”

“Take them and go first,” Xuan Yuan Tunhan ordered.

“But what about you?” Yi Tianling cried anxiously.

“I’ll hold them off. Go!”

With that, he shoved them forcefully.

Ning Xianyu and Yi Tianling were sent flying, quickly widening the distance.

Behind them, the demon sovereigns and demon kings gave chase.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan drew a sword and, with a mighty sweep, carved a deep chasm in the ground.

From the chasm spurted a blood-red, lava-like substance, forming a wall that blocked the way.

The demon sovereigns and demon kings soon arrived, surrounding him in a semicircle.

“Who are you?” Zhuntian roared.

Daring to seize the Blood Source Stone and the saintess during the ceremony—this could not be a native of the demon realm.

Even if the cultivator before them appeared to possess only a Golden Core cultivation, they all knew that was a mere facade.

Even his female appearance was likely a disguise.

Gudou scanned him and suddenly said, “You were the one last night. I sensed something on the mountain—I knew it was you.”

He also recognized his strength. Anyone who could evade his detection was no ordinary cultivator.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan replied calmly, “You need not pursue them.”

Zhuntian struck with his palm, a colossal astral form manifesting behind him, exuding an overwhelming force and murderous intent as it barreled toward Xuan Yuan Tunhan.

Xuan Yuan Tunhan merely drew his sword, and with a simple slash, cleaved the astral form in two.

Zhuntian was sent stumbling backward, staring in shock.

“You—you’re that old undying one?!”

Even weakened by the ceremony, for someone to so effortlessly split his astral form—who else but that old undying legend?

Xuan Yuan Tunhan did not answer, only said dispassionately, “Come at me together. Don’t waste time.”

The demon sovereigns realized who he was and dared not be careless. All their astral forms manifested at once, surging toward him.

Never in tens of thousands of years had all the demon sovereigns of the demon realm revealed their astral forms simultaneously.

In the distance, even the fleeing demon cultivators, as well as Yi Tianling and Ning Xianyu, witnessed those titanic, sky-darkening astral forms. The sheer scale left them awestruck even at such a distance.

“The great demon lord won’t die, will he?” Ning Xianyu was anxious.

If the great demon lord perished, she’d surely be doomed as well.

System, he won’t die, will he?

The system replied: No idea. He’s just cannon fodder. By the original plot, his bad luck should be starting now.

As she fretted, a sword light as if to rend the heavens slashed across the sky.

That sword seemed to split the very firmament, revealing the ancient heavens beyond, and before its light, those ten colossal astral forms were utterly insignificant.

Ning Xianyu was left deeply shaken and finally realized the magnitude of the trouble she was in.

Stupid system, you’ve truly led me to my doom.