novelsky Chapter 856.32: Immortal-Demon Golden Body
Chapter 856.32: Immortal-Demon Golden Body
...Thunderous Puhua Celestial Venerable.
That was a genuine Celestial Immortal realm being.
Even if his True Form descending to the Lower Realm was weakened by Turbid Qi, he was a bona fide Celestial Immortal!
"This farce should end."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it caused the rocks on the floating peak to crack inch by inch.
The Celestial Venerable raised his hand.
The long whip coiling with world-destroying black lightning in his palm was named [God-Smiting].
The whip rose.
Before the wind moved, the whip had already arrived.
*Crack.*
A crisp sound.
Chen Huaian didn't even see the whip's shadow before his entire body was sent flying into a pile of rubble like a kite with its string cut, struck viciously.
His chest caved in, half his shoulder reduced to pulp.
"Ants."
The Celestial Venerable was indifferent, raising his whip again.
*Crack!*
Rubble exploded into the air.
Chen Huaian's legs emitted a teeth-grating crunch, his kneecaps shattered, his entire body brutally whipped into the dirt.
Did it hurt?
When pain reaches its extreme, it becomes numbness.
This whip didn't just strike the flesh, it struck that breath of defiance.
It wanted to beat him to his knees.
It wanted to beat him into submission.
"Still moving?"
The Celestial Venerable looked at the fingers still twitching slightly in that pile of mush, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
"Then I shall whip your soul apart."
The black whip raised high, lightning transforming into a black poisonous dragon that roared down.
At that very instant.
From that pile of "mush," came a hoarse, beast-like grinding laughter.
"Jie jie... DEVOUR!!!"
That wasn't a human sound.
It was a demon's whisper.
*Hum—*
An aura black as ink, utterly savage and violent, erupted violently from Chen Huaian's shattered body.
Critical moment.
His remaining consciousness fully activated the Heavenly Demon Art.
On the floating peak, the scattered fragments of corpses belonging to the twelve Yuanchen and the nine great Thunder Dukes were now rapidly withering, shriveling up.
The vast Immortal Power and thunder origin contained within the corpses were forcibly plundered by that domineering demonic art, transforming into a surging torrent, madly pouring into Chen Huaian's mouth, nose, and seven orifices!
He was 'devouring' people.
He was 'devouring' immortals.
"As long as This Venerable One doesn't die! Your lives are This Venerable One's medicine!"
"Grrraaaahhhh—!!"
Amidst the beast-like roar, Chen Huaian crawled out from the ruins.
His broken bones cracked and popped under the forced infusion of Immortal and Demonic energies, dislocated and reconnected; his caved-in chest bulged out as if inflated.
Even more astonishing was his ferocious appearance.
The left half of his body was demonic energy, dark as ink, the visage of the Heavenly Demon that devours all.
The right half of his body was resplendent gold, Immortal Qi swirling around it, the True Immortal body plundered from others.
And at the border between black and gold, on his exposed chest and spine,
A golden dragon pattern was surfacing like a living thing, ferocious, domineering, as if about to burst from his body and tear this realm apart.
Half-demon, half-immortal, bearing a dragon pattern.
Thunderous Puhua Celestial Venerable had never seen a mortal like this...
No, it should be said this was a monster that had crawled up from the Nine Nether Abyss.
"You..."
The Celestial Venerable frowned.
The aura emanating from this ant now gave him a trace of a long-forgotten palpitation.
"This Venerable One said."
Chen Huaian spat out a mouthful of clotted blood mixed with bits of internal organs, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper grinding against iron.
Those eyes, one black as night, demonic energy swirling; one fiery gold like fire, dragon majesty vast.
"This Venerable One said to end this damned Cycle of Reincarnation."
"This Venerable One said... to take her to see a fireworks show in this world."
In his mind, that lovely, naive figure flashed by.
Li Qingran.
That foolish disciple who charged into the miniature world alone for him.
He clearly promised to protect her for a lifetime.
How could he die here?
How could he die at the hands of a bunch of beasts who treat all living beings like pigs and dogs?!
"This Venerable One... cannot die..."
Chen Huaian tightened his grip on the Black Scales Sword covered in cracks, took a step forward, the rock beneath his feet instantly turning to powder.
The golden dragon pattern on his body suddenly lit up, emitting a dragon roar that shook the heavens.
"If This Venerable One doesn't die... then you, must die!!"
*Boom!*
His aura surged explosively.
This was an Immortal-Demon Golden Body forcibly piled up by devouring countless immortals and gods alive.
Not cultivating Virtue, not seeking heavenly conferment.
Proving the Dao through slaughter, devouring immortals with demonic power!
"Abomination."
The Celestial Venerable finally moved with genuine anger.
"Since you have already fallen into demonhood, then turn to ashes and vanish!"
He clenched his hands in empty grips, the sky full of tribulation clouds converged, transforming into a thunder spear capable of erasing an entire region's existence, stabbing down directly at Chen Huaian!
This was a certain kill that locked onto Divine Soul and flesh body.
Impossible to evade.
Chen Huaian also didn't evade.
He raised his head, that half-demon, half-immortal face suddenly blooming with an extremely arrogant, carefree, and savage smile.
This scene, this situation.
Wasn't it perfectly suited for that wisp of Sword Intent?
"How can one..."
The chant began.
Chen Huaian gripped his sword with both hands, ignoring the sword's mournful cry, facing that world-destroying thunder spear, charging upstream!
At this moment.
It wasn't for himself.
It was for the backbone of the human race, raised in pens for ten thousand years, for that severed Ancestral Dragon bloodline.
"...bow and scrape to serve the mighty?!"
—Slay the Immortal·Bending Waist Killing Aura.
*Clang—!!!*
Sword light exploded.
That wasn't Sword Qi, that was a bone.
A hard bone that would rather break than bend!
*Boom! Rumble!*
The Black Scales Sword finally couldn't withstand this resolute will, shattering inch by inch the moment it touched the thunder spear.
The sword shattered.
But the intent did not end.
That "unsubmitting" Sword Intent, carrying the overwhelming demonic energy and the Ancestral Dragon's wrath, transformed into a long rainbow of intertwined black and gold, forcefully shattering the world-destroying thunder spear, like a nail shot at the sun, viciously nailing into the chest of that Celestial Venerable's avatar, piercing through the heart!
*Crack.*
Time seemed to freeze.
A crack appeared on the lofty face of Puhua Celestial Venerable.
He lowered his head, looking incredulously at the gaping hole in his chest.
Looking at that mortal who only had a sword hilt left in his hand, his entire body cracked and torn, yet still baring his teeth in a wild laugh at him.
"You..."
"Get back to your heaven!!"
Chen Huaian roared, his left hand transforming into a pitch-black dragon claw, punching out.
This punch would shatter that heaven.
*Boom!*
The hundred-zhang-tall Celestial Venerable avatar, under this fury from the mortal dust, collapsed with a thunderous crash, transforming into a sky full of thunder plasma and light rain, scattering down to the mortal world.
...
The rain stopped.
The clouds dispersed.
At the summit of the floating peak, only a lone figure remained.
Chen Huaian stood there.
Not a single patch of flesh on his body was intact, the ferocious dragon pattern on his body slowly fading away, the demonic energy and immortal light also retracting into his body.
Golden blood flowed down his pant legs, gathering into a puddle.
But he did not fall.
That body, tempered through countless trials, devouring over ten immortal and god corpses to be reforged, was emitting an awe-inspiring pressure under the sunlight that made one dare not look directly.
He casually threw away the bare sword hilt in his hand.
Slowly raised his head.
Looked towards the gradually closing Heavenly Eye that seemed to want to escape.
He stretched out his trembling right hand, from the void, grabbed that which had been silently waiting all along—
[The Sky-Cleaving Axe].
The axe handle was rough, cold.
Yet it gave him an unprecedented sense of solidity.
Chen Huaian took a deep breath, the Turbid Qi full of the taste of rust entering his throat, burning his heart like strong liquor.
He raised the axe, pointing at that lofty heaven.
His voice was hoarse, yet each word was like iron, shaking all heavens:
"Any more?"
Heaven was silent.
The wind whimpered, as if in fear.
"If there are none left..."
Chen Huaian tightened his grip on the axe handle, those half-demon, half-immortal eyes igniting with two flames enough to set the plains ablaze.
"Then this heaven..."
"This Venerable One, is going to open it!"
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