vstars Chapter 27 Audience, Jade Emperor's Tribulation Sea Killing and Salvation Heavenly Venerable
Chapter 27 Audience, Jade Emperor's Tribulation Sea Killing and Salvation Heavenly Venerable
Xu Changqing's lips moved silently as he uttered his final words of wisdom, as if to himself, to this world, and to the being that was about to descend from the heavens.
"Killing people, killing demons, killing gods, killing monsters, killing ghosts, killing corpses, killing Buddhas, killing spirits, killing the supernatural... killing oneself."
Blurry, indistinct figures began to appear behind him.
The people are human, the black wind is a demon, the old man Huang is a god, the blood sword is a monster, the old ghost is a ghost, the painted skin is a corpse, the blood monk is a Buddha, the jade fairy is a spirit, and the centipede boy is an anomaly...
More and more phantoms appeared, densely packed, almost filling the space behind him.
They struggled, howled, and roared silently, yet were bound and drawn by an invisible force, slowly circling around him, a bizarre and absurd sight.
"This is the feast for the audience."
"Jade Emperor, the Heavenly Venerable Who Saves the World from Calamity in the Sea of Slaughter".
After he finished speaking, his entire body exploded, turning into a dark red blood mist that was thrown towards the flesh and blood pill.
High above, an ancient, majestic, and chilling aura permeated the air.
At the same time, a boundless, churning, roaring sea of blood phantoms emerged from the void, instantly enveloping the entire Black Wind Mountain.
In the sea of blood, one could vaguely see white bones floating and struggling souls, and countless hideous and bizarre shadows darting about, emitting silent shrieks.
A terrifying aura, so powerful it sent shivers down one's spine and made one instinctively want to flee, filled every inch of space.
"A celestial ritual I've never seen before." The Zhen family patriarch looked on in surprise, his gaze falling on the pill below that was undergoing a strange transformation, and then on the spreading phantom of the sea of blood. "This aura is interesting. Truly fascinating."
On the ground, Jia Yu, who was already severely injured and on the verge of death due to the intense pressure from the Blood Sea, was in an even more miserable state. As if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, his half-dragon, half-monster body was slammed hard onto the ground. His black scales shattered, his bone spikes broke, and his whole body made a teeth-grinding "crack" sound. He was crushed flat, almost becoming a meat patty stuck to the rubble.
"Old... Ancestor... Save... Save me... Please save me!" he cried out in despair, pleading for help from the black mist face in the air.
However, the Zhen family patriarch merely glanced at him indifferently, his voice remaining calm, even carrying a hint of inquiry: "What's the panic? This kind of ritual contains unknown wonders, a rare variable in the world. To be able to witness it firsthand is your good fortune."
"No, Ancestor, I am willing to become your dragon beast, to be at your beck and call for eternity. Please save me."
Zhen Yu felt the real approach of death and could no longer care about anything else, so she made the most humble plea.
The man in black mist remained silent, seemingly weighing his options. Several crimson chains slowly emerged from all directions within the sea of blood, poised to pin Zhen Yu down and devour him.
"Good." The patriarch of the Zhen family finally uttered this single word.
Before the words were finished, a beam of extremely condensed black light shot out from the black mist face, faster than one could perceive, and instantly entered Zhen Yu's shapeless body.
"Ho... Ahhh."
The inhuman screams suddenly rose in pitch, then became twisted and grotesque. The mass of flesh writhed, swelled, and deformed violently.
Black scales proliferated wildly, haphazardly merging with flesh and bones to create extra twisted limbs, asymmetrical wings, and deformed mouthparts covered in sharp teeth... In just a few breaths, a monster completely devoid of human form, haphazardly pieced together from black scales, flesh, bones, and wildly writhing internal organs, exuding a strong sense of malevolence and dragon might, appeared on the spot.
It barely maintained a twisted standing posture, emitting chaotic roars, with a trace of Zhen Yu's fear remaining in its eyes, but more so a primal desire for flesh and destruction that had been forcibly instilled in it.
This is the Dragon-Devouring Beast, which, at the cost of completely abandoning its human form and distorting its life essence, manages to barely survive and has become a pathetic tool for pure killing and devouring.
On the other side, Chi Mingzi, who was just thinking about how to make a dashing entrance and save his beloved disciple, suddenly changed his expression and let out a strange cry when he saw Xu Changqing throw himself into that bizarre ritual without hesitation, triggering such a terrifying celestial phenomenon.
"Damn it! My disciple... his murderous intent is just too damn big."
With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of crimson light that was almost impossible to catch, and flew rapidly toward the outer edge of the sea of blood, his speed several times faster than when he arrived.
As it flew, it kept muttering to itself, its cloudy old eyes filled with surprise and joy.
"Humans, demons, gods, monsters, ghosts, corpses, spirits, Buddhas, and otherworldly beings... he killed them all, and in the end, he even sacrificed himself to complete his Dao form. This is to rebuild his body and refine his Qi, to rebuild his foundation. He's truly ruthless."
He glanced back at the flesh-and-blood pill in the sea of blood, its aura growing ever more terrifying, then looked at Zhen Yu, who was pinned to the spot and transformed into a monster, and at the divine sense of the Zhen family patriarch in the air, before slapping his thigh in frustration.
"That old mudfish from the Zhen family, although he doesn't cultivate the proper path to immortality, just based on his 'Huanlong Yutian Yinhuang Scripture,' he can probably be considered an immortal in this ritual judgment. Moreover, he is a remnant of the previous dynasty's royal family, carrying the remaining dragon energy, so he is an emperor. As for Zhen Yu, who has become a monster, he was at least a scion of a noble family and received some education, so he can barely be considered a Confucian."
As Akamiko spoke, his eyes widened, and his speed of flight increased once again.
"In this way, humans, demons, gods, monsters, ghosts, corpses, Buddhas, spirits, strange beings, Taoists, immortals, emperors, Confucianists—almost all forms of beings in this world will be encompassed. If this ritual is completed, won't my disciple's future path of cultivation be one where no one is immune to killing, and nothing is immune to slaughter? Heaven and earth will be the chopping block, and all living beings will be the fish and meat?"
He shuddered and muttered, "No, no, once this ghost ritual is activated, it doesn't discriminate between friend and foe. Anyone within its range will likely be affected. I, this old Taoist, don't want to get a cut. Hehe, but that old mudfish from the Zhen family's divine sense is probably going to be finished here."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a small dot on the horizon and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Above the sea of blood, the Zhen family patriarch stood suspended in mid-air, his crimson dragon eyes reflecting the scene below. Layers of blood-red chains coiled around the dragon-like beast, their surfaces shrouded in countless intricate and twisted runes. Each tightening produced a creaking, squeaking sound. When they touched the black scales, they sizzled, like a branding iron being scalded into grease, leaving charred pits.
"Ancestor...it hurts...save me..." The roar was out of tune, mixed with Zhen Yu's mournful cries.
The black mist face remained silent for a moment, its dragon whiskers moving without wind.
"cut."
As the word was uttered, a jet-black blade, condensed to its extreme and as thin as a hair, suddenly burst forth from the black mist, silently slashing towards the several blood-red chains.
"laugh."
The dark, sharp blade struck the chains, producing a dull thud like a sharp blade cutting through rotten wood.