Chapter 121: Mysterious Revival
The Six Paths Sutra of Demon Suppression grants a corresponding power at each level.
The first path is the most crucial—the world-renowned Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers divine ability.
The second path is the Sealing of Heaven and Earth, locking away the vital energy of the heavens and earth. Once activated, all vital energy within a hundred-mile radius is sealed. The more you use, the less remains. When completely exhausted, the area becomes a realm of the end times, relying solely on one’s own strength to wield martial secrets, ultimate skills, and divine powers. The consumed energy cannot be replenished, nor can one leverage martial skills or divine powers to pry open the forces of heaven and earth for battle.
The sole drawback of this ability is that with the vital energy locked away, the user is trapped in the same state as their enemies.
Centered on Baili Feihong, the vital energy permeating the heavens and earth solidifies. Simultaneously, a powerful repulsive force isolates the external vital energy. This ability is neither an ultimate skill, nor a secret art, nor a divine power; it is the innate talent of practitioners of the Six Paths Sutra of Demon Suppression.
“Binding yourself in a cocoon—do you really think the vital energy accumulated in your Nascent Soul stage surpasses that of my Divine Power stage?” Xue Ming’s Yin Thunder Demon Fire Sword sliced through the air. His body became a phantom as his sword erupted into hundreds of black thunder blossoms, refining the energy around him. Within a hundred-mile radius, the vital energy was stirred and condensed onto his blade.
With a single strike, Xue Ming unleashed his most overwhelming sword attack ever.
“Skill book, upgrade Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers.”
Sixty-four experience points remained to level up this ability. However, Baili Feihong knew that gaining those 64 points would likely cost more skill points than any other martial art.
[Deducting 6,400 skill points, Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers upgraded to the fourth tier.]
The sword’s edge was like a prison—Yin Thunder Hell, Ice and Fire Hell. Baili Feihong sensed that even the fourth layer of the Invincible Golden Light Horizontal Practice might not fully withstand this assault. To resist purely with brute strength would surely result in injury.
“Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers!”
A roiling tide of blood energy shot into the sky like a vast ocean. Baili Feihong immediately felt a power dozens of times stronger than before blooming within him. In a mysterious vision, he seemed to see the mountains, seas, and rivers of the world connected as one, countless heroic spirits of the Great Yuan Empire appearing behind him. Their indomitable wills roared, merging into this young man before him.
Martial will materialized, striking his soul. The phantom demon energy within him howled in suppression. His blood congealed. The flow of divine power became sluggish. Most terrifyingly, Baili Feihong felt as if he were sealed in the void, unable to move.
This was the might of the Great Yuan Empire, invoked by the Protector using Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers to imprison him.
A sky full of black lotus thunder exploded as a dazzling fist coalesced, embodying half the territory of the Great Yuan with terrifying power, shattering the sword strike outright. The void trembled. The Yin Thunder Flame Sword shattered at the touch, and the invincible fist pierced Baili Feihong’s chest in a single blow.
His internal organs were obliterated, leaving a massive hole in his chest. Baili Feihong’s body flew backward, crashing heavily into a tree.
In a duel between masters, life and death are decided in a single move.
Baili Feihong spat blood, his eyes dimmed, but a pale smile graced his face.
“Twelfth Refinement of Blood, Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers, fourth tier. Invoking the Great Yuan’s national fortune to imprison me—such a blow nearly cost me my life.”
His voice was loud and clear. His body was so badly damaged that an ordinary person would have died instantly, yet his soul remained astonishingly strong.
“No wonder all the sects hate the Demon Suppression Office. Back then, they gathered the top martial experts of the Great Yuan to create the Six Paths Sutra of Demon Suppression. Many sects were unafraid—except for Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers, which they truly feared.”
Baili Feihong wavered as he stood, blood continuously flowing from the massive wound in his chest. Behind him, the branches of the Feiyuan Peak Tower Tree swayed, leaves rustling softly. Baili Feihong’s blood became nourishment for the tree.
“Blame yourself for provoking me,” Baili Feihong said coldly.
Yet he did not advance further.
Slaying a master of Baili Feihong’s caliber is an exceedingly difficult task. Injuries to the body alone cannot kill a Divine Power master. Their soul and divine abilities are the foundation of their existence; only by destroying both can one truly kill such a person—not merely causing biological death.
Baili Feihong touched the bloodied wound on his body.
“The body is ultimately just a shell.”
“But this shell is also a grand elixir of the human body; to discard it would be a pity.”
He stepped back several paces. A chill swept over him, an unknown peril stirring his senses.
At this moment, Baili Feihong was in grave danger.
Yet he watched as Baili Feihong’s body began to wither and decline, transforming into streams of black runes woven into a mansion suspended between Yin and Yang.
“The Netherworld?!”
“One can only descend to the Yellow Springs upon death.”
Baili Feihong felt no fear of death. It seemed this was his fallback and his resolve.
“Defeated by you, I leave you with my resolve. Baili Feihong, I hope the next time we meet, it will not be me binding your soul and escorting you to the Underworld.”
Now in a soul state, Baili Feihong’s body contained half of an ancient talisman, making his current condition extremely peculiar. Without looking back, he pushed open the eerie mansion’s door, stepped inside, and vanished.
Baili Feihong finally felt relief.
Yet when recalling that half talisman, his mind blurred, unable to recall its exact appearance.
“The Netherworld?”
He dared not be certain. The joy of victory was dampened. He pondered deeply what kind of world this truly was.
The strangest thing was that even transcendent humans had never ventured into outer space—to pluck stars by hand or climb the moon. With his current cultivation, on Earth, he could easily traverse space naked. But that was not possible here.
The starry sky might not be outer space as commonly understood, nor the constellation of stars.
The Underworld truly existed, yet no one could clearly describe its composition.
The Netherworld had sought for countless millennia to drag the living down to the Yellow Springs but failed. Only the dead could enter.
Baili Feihong’s state was ambiguous—he was both dead and not dead.
No one knew what death truly looked like. Those who tried could not give answers.
Yet if everyone were like Baili Feihong, death would not be terrifying—it would merely be another form of continued existence.
Thinking of this, Baili Feihong recalled Ji Xiaoqian. If she were still alive, aside from being a ghost, she would be no different from a living person—no body, yet capable of condensing energy into form.
[Slain evil cultivator, gained 10,000 skill points.]
The skill book bestowed upon him a grand reward and cleared Baili Feihong’s doubts: Xue Ming was dead. In this world, he was truly dead.
“The Divine Power master’s skill point reward of ten thousand—what a generous bounty.”
Looking up at the Feiyuan Peak Tower Tree, Baili Feihong suddenly fell silent. They had fought beneath this tree; despite the intense blood energy, vital energy, and divine power, the tree remained unscathed.
Terrifyingly, the tree had absorbed Xue Ming’s blood.
By Baili Feihong’s logic, if he could not understand something, he would simply cut it down to be safe.
But the moment such a thought arose, he sensed a great danger approaching.
If this tree fell, a tremendous horror would descend. Feiyuan Island might even be destroyed.
The Feiyuan Peak Tower Tree was so extraordinary and peculiar, having existed for so long without destruction, its nature was strange in every way.
Baili Feihong did not linger.
He searched again for another Divine Power master of the Huajian Sect but found no trace.
At Xue Ming’s defeat, Shi Jingxuan had fled without hesitation. The sect’s masters he had blocked also retreated.
Xue Ming was dead.
Slain beneath the Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers Divine Power of the Demon Suppression Office.
This divine power added another record to its achievements.
“Is a fourth-tier divine power already capable of touching upon some mysterious forces of heaven and earth?”
To Baili Feihong, the so-called national fortune was an illusion.
Yet this time, invoking Blood Suppression of Mountains and Rivers, he truly felt the vast mountains and rivers of the Great Yuan. Countless heroic spirits who had sacrificed for the nation and its people resided within the national fortune, using their final faith to protect this land.
“No wonder the Gu Liang royal family fears no Tai Yi Sect or any other sect.”
If the sovereign himself could wield this divine power, how terrifying would that power be!
After a moment’s contemplation, Baili Feihong abandoned pursuit of the Huajian Sect’s Divine Power master and began returning to the Demon Suppression Tower.
The West Island was a forbidden land on Feiyuan Island.
Feiyuan Island lay near the Devil Sea, a solitary isle in the deep ocean. It was not surprising that formidable demons and malevolent spirits had come ashore.
The scourge of demons and monsters had always been humanity’s greatest enemy here.
If a truly powerful true demon or ancient demon existed, even Baili Feihong with half a million skill points might not be able to resist.
“A truly... interesting little human creature...”
An ancient face appeared on the bark of the Feiyuan Peak Tower Tree. Watching the vanishing human, it smiled oddly.
“Soon, soon. Just one more opportunity, and the heavens and earth will begin to awaken.”
It glanced at the multicolored vital energy.
“The concentration is too low; a worthy descendant of a demon god cannot exert their full strength.”
“There is too much pollution. The progeny of the demon gods have become contaminated, devolving into primal beasts.”
“That is the death energy emanating from the gods and demons after death.”
“I awaken from a million years’ slumber, hearing the whispers of the Devil Sea—this is the horn of war.”
The ancient face on the tree gradually returned to calm.
“My single desire has even birthed a divine identity—quite the cause for celebration.”
“Humankind will inevitably march toward extinction. Preserving the seed of desire before that destruction is at least a good deed of mine.”
Recording the imprint on this land, generation after generation, each ruling race replaced but none escaping the purge.
“Has the Yellow Springs Road already taken notice of this realm?”
“This is the precursor to a calamity.”
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“Senior Brother, dead?!”
Shi Jingxuan could not believe it.
His father had once said that Xue Ming was destined to be a Martial Saint—the future of the Huajian Sect.
Xue Ming’s death meant the future was severed.
“Senior Brother was truly noble and righteous.”
“Dead, huh? I could easily advance on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.”
Shi Jingxuan recovered from his daze and chuckled softly.
He had once been a genius of the Huajian Sect but had always been overshadowed by Xue Ming.
Now that Xue Ming was dead, he would become the future leader of the Huajian Sect—without rivals.
It seemed the loss was not great; rather, there was some gain.
“Jiang Yuer of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sect escaped quickly. Capturing him would be a great achievement.”
The other party had traveled a long way from the Great Yuan Empire.
They must be greatly disappointed after witnessing the battle. That androgynous fellow was cowardly, likely frightened out of his wits and slinking back to the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sect.
“This matter must be reported to the sect.”
“Baili Feihong carries an aura of strangeness. To have mastered the power to slay my Senior Brother in such a short time—if he continues to grow, he will be another Martial Saint.”
“No, he might even have the chance to break into the realm of Transcendent Humans.”
Shi Jingxuan stepped on a shadow cloud, waving his fan as he analyzed.
He would bring this secret back; then the sect could not blame him.
“The old immortals of the sect will surely favor Baili Feihong.”
Shi Jingxuan revealed a sinister smile.
He could even foresee that those immortals would take a keen interest in Baili Feihong.
It was predictable—either Baili Feihong would be captured alive, or those immortals would meet their demise.
“We must quickly relay this information back.”
The Yin-Yang Heavenly Sect also had elders like those old immortals.
Baili Feihong descended from the sky, landing on Ma Baichuan’s carriage.
Ma Baichuan sensed something and looked up to see Baili Feihong, quickly halting the carriage.
“Sir, I’m so glad you’re unharmed.”
Along the journey, Ma Baichuan had been anxious, only to realize he had taken a wrong route and gotten lost on West Island.
“This opponent was tricky; it took a bit longer to resolve him. By the way, why haven’t you left West Island yet?”
Faced with Baili Feihong’s question, the burly man blushed deeply.
“Sir, I got lost,” Ma Baichuan admitted honestly.
“Alright, I’ll guide you. Follow my directions.”
Baili Feihong climbed into the carriage.
“Head right forward for ten miles.”
The carriage moved briskly. Baili Feihong closed his eyes, replaying every detail of the battle in his mind, beginning to analyze it.
Ma Baichuan dared not hesitate, driving straight right for ten miles.
“Now left, advance thirty miles.”
The voice of the Protector echoed in his ear again.
In Zhongtu, Zhongzhou Province, Mount Tianzhu was one of the few peaks that soared into the clouds. Dozens of experts sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation, surrounding the Tianlong Instrument.
“Xue Ming has fallen.”
“Baili Feihong ranks sixth on the Hidden Dragon List.”
The experts discussed, their mouths unmoving as their divine senses conversed. The changes in the Tianlong Instrument had alerted them to Xue Ming’s death.
“Xue Ming of the Huajian Sect had refined the Phantom Demon Great Method to perfection and was one of the strongest Divine Power masters. Yet he was easily slain by Baili Feihong. This shows how terrifying the Protector’s strength truly is.”
“It seems the Demon Suppression Office chose the right person this time.”
Baili Feihong had risen to sixth on the Hidden Dragon List, while Xue Ming disappeared from it.
Any clear-eyed observer could see that Huajian Sect’s Xue Ming was dead.
This news spread from Mount Tianzhu, rapidly reaching the entire sect. The disciples were shocked, while some elders were stirred with interest.
“Sir, the Governor’s Office has already returned the books to the library.”
Qin Tiesheng burst excitedly into Baili Feihong’s office.
“Governor Yan never disappoints.”
And now, Baili Feihong could learn even more martial arts.