Chapter One Hundred Ten: The Primordial Heaven-Slaying God

The Five Elements Mountain descended with crushing force. Between its five fingers lay the North Island Prison, shrouded in sin and corruption. No one had the chance to tell the world the tales of despair that unfolded within these walls. All were erased in an instant by Baili Feihong’s Blood Suppression Mountain and River Divine Art, combined with his Demon-Subduing Five Elements Palm—a single strike that obliterated everything.

The demons imprisoned in the Demon-Subduing Prison, suppressed by the Demon-Subduing Division, were slain with that one palm strike.

“Huh? One missing,” Baili Feihong murmured without looking back.

The prompt from his skill manual confirmed that all demons within the prison had been exterminated. Like a great roc spreading its wings, he soared to the heavens in a heartbeat, locating the figure who had slipped from his grasp.

Left Fanghan, the stern-faced Director of the Prison Suppression Division, halted abruptly, his expression one of shock, and took several steps back.

“Who are you?”

Baili Feihong’s gleaming white teeth radiated a chilling aura. His eyes glinted with murderous intent.

The man before him cultivated Blood-Origin Technique. His body refining and primordial embryo stages bore traces of Demon-Subduing Technique—a simplified form of the six-path Demon-Subduing Art, yet capable of reaching divine prowess. Though not as profound as the full six-path classic, it was still a signature and elite martial art of the Demon-Subduing Division.

Besides mastering this Demon-Subduing Technique, he had also cultivated another devastatingly powerful skill.

Left Fanghan was nearly a century old. His aged frame concealed a pure and refined cultivation. Yet now, his condition was dire. Standing before Baili Feihong, a surge of killing intent emanated from him, his blood energy being purified and dissipated. The power of his Seven Kills Soul-Slicing Blade steadily waned.

It was terrifying. Simply being near this man caused his own blood energy to unravel his soul-slicing technique.

Listening to Baili Feihong’s words, Left Fanghan finally sensed his grave error. He wore the official attire of a prison guardian: a white six-clawed python robe and wielded the Demon-Subduing Blade of the prison guardian. But the man before him wore the same garb, yet held a blade far more divine and superior.

“A misunderstanding, honored prison guardian, there must be a misunderstanding,” Left Fanghan hurriedly defended himself.

“Fine, I’ll give you a chance to speak. Give me a reason not to kill you,” Baili Feihong’s killing intent thickened like a gathering storm, far stronger than the rage displayed by demons.

Prison guardian attire, the Demon-Subduing Blade, and the Demon-Subduing Technique—all standard for a prison guardian.

“When did Feiyuan Island gain a new prison guardian? Am I to believe I’m the fake one?” Left Fanghan wiped sweat from his brow. Though encased in ice, he had witnessed Baili Feihong’s terrifying prowess. While they still chased martial will, Baili Feihong had already perfected divine techniques to a peerless degree.

But an idea struck him—a way out. Though he had been confined within North Island Prison for long, his information on Feiyuan Island was surprisingly current. He knew the prison guardian before him was newly arrived, unaware of many matters within North Island Prison.

“Greetings, honored prison guardian. I am Left Fanghan, Director of the Prison Suppression Division,” he declared.

“Prison Suppression Division Director? Does such a post exist? Since when did the prison guards under the Patrol Division form a Prison Suppression Division?” Baili Feihong smiled wryly.

Left Fanghan persisted in his deception. “North Island Prison suppresses demons and houses many ruthless criminals. To ensure its security, the prefecture collaborated with the Southern Water Army to establish the Prison Suppression Division. I was appointed director, responsible for guarding North Island Prison. Unexpectedly, two cultists from the Black Heaven Cult attacked recently, freezing me in ice and breaking through the Demon-Subduing Prison, allowing demons to escape and nearly causing catastrophe.”

Left Fanghan was a crafty old fox.

“Left Fanghan... that name sounds familiar,” Baili Feihong said seriously.

This was no jest. Qin Tiesheng, now in his eighties, had once mentioned that decades ago, the Left Prison Guardian of the Demon-Subduing Division betrayed them and joined the Southern Water Army. North Island Prison was originally established by the first generation prison guardian of the Demon-Subduing Division but was later seized by the Southern Water Army. Since then, the Demon-Subduing Division on Feiyuan Island had been suppressed for decades, declining irreversibly.

The prison guardian post had been vacant for ten years since the last guardian’s death—a decade-long void that rendered the Demon-Subduing Division a shadow of its former self.

“This new guardian only arrived less than half a month ago; it’s natural he’s heard my name,” Left Fanghan bowed low.

“No. The Left Fanghan I know was once a Left Prison Guardian of the Demon-Subduing Division,” Baili Feihong said gently, with kindness and warmth.

Yet Left Fanghan’s body chilled. He recognized me!

Damn it—those old fools were useless; they should have been killed as well. He had refrained only for fear that killing all members of the Demon-Subduing Division on Feiyuan Island would invite attention from headquarters.

The destruction of a prefectural Demon-Subduing Division was no small matter. Years ago, such an event had prompted the supreme commander to personally hunt down the culprits. Thus, the Demon-Subduing Tower had become an untouchable forbidden zone for many factions.

Feiyuan Island’s Demon-Subduing Division had been suppressed to the extreme, yet no faction had wiped it out entirely, leaving only its frail and decrepit guardians behind.

“Do you know how the Demon-Subduing Division deals with traitors?” Baili Feihong asked.

“Skinning, bone-crushing, soul extraction with the Heavenly Lantern,” Left Fanghan replied instinctively.

“What crime is greater than rebellion and murdering a prison guardian?” Baili Feihong’s smile radiated brilliance.

“No, I did not kill the prison guardian!” Left Fanghan suddenly lifted his head and kowtowed deeply.

“Prison Guardian, spare me! Under the circumstances, I had no choice but to continue guarding North Island Prison this way,” he begged desperately.

The hundred-year-old man knelt before Baili Feihong, weeping and pleading.

Baili Feihong felt uneasy.

“Who killed the prison guardian?”

“A prefectural official’s aide, Nangong Zhen,” Left Fanghan admitted. Age had weakened his bones and resolve. Like a weather vane, he betrayed the prefecture when the tide turned.

“Why?”

“Because Nangong Zhen is part of a cult...” Suddenly, black, worm-like evil runes erupted across Left Fanghan’s body. His flesh, bones, organs—even his soul—were consumed by these dark symbols, enhancing his strength severalfold, even tenfold.

“No~~~” Left Fanghan screamed in despair.

“Save me! Save me!!!”

His eyes dimmed, replaced by pure blackness. His pupils transformed into two sinister runes, vertically aligned.

“Seven Kills Soul-Slicing Blade!!” came a cold, malevolent voice.

Drawing the blade, it cut through Baili Feihong’s midsection.

“Afterimage?!” Baili Feihong exclaimed.

“Impressive technique. This must be the Primordial Demon Sect’s Demon-Heart Rune,” he mused.

Baili Feihong pressed his right hand against his blade, his gaze piercing. This was no longer Left Fanghan. The moment he began practicing forbidden magic, his fate was seized by another.

“Having dealt with the Black Heaven Cult, now the Primordial Demon Sect emerges. Feiyuan Island may be small, but it harbors many hidden powers,” Baili Feihong remarked calmly.

The Primordial Demon Sect was the foremost demonic sect of the age, pursuing the most primal demonic path, directly opposing the Taiyi Sect’s philosophy. Their methods resembled cultivation more than martial art.

The Demon-Heart Rune was among their most sinister secrets, capable of seizing will, controlling body and soul, igniting latent power to many times its original magnitude.

Using the primal rune to control Left Fanghan was a shocking revelation to Baili Feihong. Yet he knew the enemy lurking in the shadows was not the master of divine arts. Had it been, the Primordial Demon Sect, given its bold nature, would have acted personally rather than expend this pawn.

“If not for the prison guardian’s meddling, suppressing Feiyuan Island with blood energy, would I have intervened?” Left Fanghan sighed.

“Delaying time to let your master escape?” Baili Feihong drew his blade.

“I will leave—do you dare stop me?” the twisted visage of Left Fanghan curled into a sinister smile.

“How much control do you have over Zhen Nan City? Does your Primordial Demon Sect intend to seize the Southern Water Army?” Baili Feihong’s face darkened, his blade poised like a contained storm.

“Worldly power is laughable to us,” Left Fanghan scoffed.

“Speak plainly. Threats mean nothing to this prison guardian. Don’t think holding the people of Zhen Nan City hostage can sway me,” Baili Feihong said coldly.

A silver light flickered between his brows as his divine eyes narrowed. Streams of black runic traces weaved through the void, entering Left Fanghan’s body. These sinister runes controlled him, their source stretching back to Zhen Nan City, the prefecture’s heart.

“Why do you think the Black Heaven Cult appeared on Feiyuan Island?” Baili Feihong inquired.

“Black Heaven Cult? The Black Heaven Demon God?” Left Fanghan responded through Nangong Zhen’s voice.

“A fragment of the Black Heaven Demon God stele was found here, one of the seeds of the demon god. It records three eras of cultivation history: Primeval, Ancient, and Upper Ancient. Humans triumphed in the Upper Ancient War but severed the path to immortality. Even the human immortals of today span but ten thousand years,” Nangong Zhen relayed a startling revelation.

“The demon god has vanished, only Black Heaven endures.”

“Upper Ancient lasted thirty thousand years; the recent era is no more than ten thousand years.”

“Eight hundred years ago, the Gu Liang royal family seized the world, depleting the celestial mechanisms. Since then, no trace of human immortals.”

“How long were the Ancient and Primeval eras? What is the secret of human origins?”

“Aren’t you interested, prison guardian?”

Left Fanghan’s power surged, his potential burning fiercely. Nangong Zhen had no intention of fighting—only to block Baili Feihong’s return to Zhen Nan City.

“I have no interest in immortality or dusty history. I live for the present, and my greatest interest now is to kill you,” Baili Feihong remained unmoved.

“Very well. This body was meant to test your strength, prison guardian,” Nangong Zhen said through his secret arts, controlling Left Fanghan’s body.

He knew that even while the Demon-Heart Rune burned power, it was unlikely to harm this prison guardian.

Many marveled at Baili Feihong’s terrifying Blood Suppression Mountain and River Divine Art, but his true terror lay in his escape arts—already transcending the divine.

No attack could reach his body. Attempting to kill him with secret arts was folly.

His blood energy, strength, defense, vitality, and speed had reached the utmost peak, cultivation at the primordial embryo stage unlike any other.

“Primordial Demon Sect, outer elder Nangong Zhen, I humbly request your guidance,” Nangong Zhen bowed.

“Demon-Subduing Division, Feiyuan Prison Guardian Baili Feihong,” Baili Feihong responded solemnly.

This was a top-tier sect expert at the primordial embryo stage, stronger and far more dangerous than Yan Fei. Aside from the supreme divine master of the Underworld’s Eastern Marquis Army, Baili Feihong had never encountered a mightier sect member.

Moreover, the Primordial Demon Sect was an even more terrifying demonic power than the Underworld.

To them, the Flower Pavilion Sect was but a small gate among minor schools.

“Primordial Demon Ultimate Path—Original Heaven-Slaying Slash!”

In an instant, countless primal demonic runes surged across Left Fanghan’s body. Pure, ultimate demonic power condensed around his Demon-Subduing Blade, radiating a heart-stopping aura.

What shocked Baili Feihong most was the martial will revealed in this blade technique.

The Original Heaven-Slaying Slash.

In his mind’s eye, Baili Feihong saw Left Fanghan’s life burning to ashes, a colossal primordial demon emerging. He imagined the sweeping strike that once annihilated gods—a supreme slash imbued with primordial demon truths, descending upon the mortal realm to cleave divine abodes.

“Six-Path Absolute: One Slash to End All!”

A blade perfected by supreme martial will, forged from countless techniques, unleashed in one devastating strike.

Absolute Heaven, Earth, God, Demon, Monster, and Human... One slash to eradicate all.

The essence of destruction and ruin, transcending divinity.

Demon slays god, god annihilates demon!

Clang!

Blades clashed with a crisp ringing that echoed across Feiyuan Island, resonating over the sea.

The sky cracked open.

Space was torn asunder.

Earth itself was riven.

At their meeting point, a slender line of black cleaved heaven and earth, extending for miles.

Shards of blade energy rent the primordial demon’s shadow and sprayed onto Baili Feihong, severing his golden aura. Even an invincible body showed cracks.

“Primeval Return Cauldron.”

His dantian’s Return Cauldron spun, absorbing the blade energy with terrifying swallowing power, drawing it inside. It slowly converted the energy into streams of blade path resonance, absorbed by the cauldron’s intricate patterns.

A sudden insight into the blade path blossomed within Baili Feihong’s heart. His One Slash to End All seemed to awaken, absorbing the Original Heaven-Slaying Slash’s intent, growing stronger.

But it vanished quickly—too fleeting.

His opponent’s understanding of this technique was shallow, failing to unleash the true might of the Primordial Demon Ultimate Path.

His divine sense surged, descending upon the prefecture.

The prefectural governor sat like a fool, drooling and mumbling.

“Truly ruthless,” Baili Feihong muttered.

“Killing a prefectural governor is a grave crime,” he continued.

“But since the governor became a fool, the court could only handle matters superficially, avoiding deep investigation into the Primordial Demon Sect.”

Looking over his tattered robe, Baili Feihong regretted deeply. Had he known, he would have dodged the attack rather than test the Return Cauldron’s power.

Picking up the half-broken Demon-Subduing Blade from the ground, Baili Feihong sighed deeply.

It was very likely that this prison guardian had uncovered something and was silenced for it—just as his own enemy now sought to silence him.

The Seven Kills Soul-Slicing Blade was tremendously powerful. To be struck this close would severely damage his divine sense. Its terror lay in its soul-slicing power.

Gathering his focus, Baili Feihong returned to North Island.

A single slash carved a chasm in the earth—deep and unfathomable.

Fortunately, the fissure was narrow; falling through was impossible. Instead, the backflow of seawater quickly filled the trench.

Looking back at the ravaged North Island Prison, Baili Feihong stepped onto the ruins and made his way toward the Demon-Subduing Prison.