Chapter 58: Demon Cloud Mountain Range

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  The first layer of hell.

  On a ancient mountain peak, two people clashed in a fierce battle. In just a few breaths, four of the Fifteenth Generation disciples of the Zi Yue Dong Tian sect fell dead.

  Qī zǐ yè dào jì rǎn xuè, tā mú yàng líng lì, shēn shàng dào yùn yǐn yuē yǔ shà qì róng hé, cháo zhe qí tiān páo xiào dào: "Nǐmen gǎn dǎ shā wǒ zǐ yuè dòng tiān dì zǐ, wǒ zǐ yuè dòng tiān yī dìng huì jiàng nǐ liǎng rén dǎ rù wú jiàn dì yù, yǒng shì bù dé chāo shēng!"

  He recalled the Scarlet Furnace, pouring all his Taoist powers into it, and then he consecutively cast dozens or even hundreds of Taoist spells. A mouthful of vital energy was spat out, as the scarlet furnace's power surged wildly with cracks, and it expanded again to a size of ten zhang.

  This Inferno Furnace is only a fourth-grade Dao artifact and has not yet produced any Dao rhyme, it can't even withstand the edge of the Qitian Purple Bamboo Sword. At this time, Qiye Ye is also enduring the pain to break through the Dao consciousness, using the Inferno Furnace as the final suppression, exchanging for a thread of life.

  A ten-zhang tall, crystal-clear crimson furnace, activated by the refined blood of the Seven Purple Nights, unleashed a top-grade Dao spell. The entire crimson furnace was filled with scarlet divine flames that distorted the air and enveloped Qi Tian and the other person, almost shrouding the entire mountain peak. The sky turned dull, as if it had sunk into the darkness of night.

  With a solemn expression, Qīzǐ Yè concentrated his strength and struck with all his might. The power of the Crimson Flame Furnace was displayed at 12%, the furnace's divine flame burning fiercely, its intense aura manifesting as a sea of flames that threatened to overturn the earth.

  Recite

  With a single shake, the Purple Bamboo Sword was unsheathed, and his entire being sank into the sword. His eyes gleamed with sharpness, and the two Yin-Yang fish appeared, making the entire world seem much clearer. His gaze fell on a crack in the Scarlet Flame Furnace.

  Rumble...

  The Purple Bamboo Sword's power slashed down, and in that instant, Qitian once again slashed out three swords. Each sword was a fraction of a second faster than the previous one, and each sword possessed the same amount of power as before.

  Triple Battle Power!

  Relying on the Innate Sword Body, its sharpness and grandeur are revealed. As the Mysterious Thunder Tribulation passes by, Qi Tian gradually masters the changes in the Innate Sword Body, and can now freely wield this sword. At this moment, the three swords almost merge into one, emitting a brilliant sword aura that is accompanied by thunderous sounds. A massive silver lightning bolt materializes as an illusory shadow, elevating the realm of the sword aura to its extreme, transforming it into a tangible entity.

  This sword splits heaven and earth, the air is torn apart, silently and soundlessly.

  Hmph!

  As if a giant bell rang out, a fierce gust of air spread in all directions, instantly catching up with the seven purple nights and completely engulfing them.

  Hūn

  The next moment, the entire scarlet furnace burst open, and the divine flames ravaged everything, swept away by the air waves, and fell on the entire ancient mountain.

  Sheathing his sword and standing up straight, he looked towards the seven purple nights. Under the rolling divine flames, there was not even a single trace of remains left, everything had been thoroughly incinerated into ashes.

  He kicked the four corpses into the divine flame, and Yun Fei sighed, "I finally understand why Master said those words when he left that day. The human heart is separated by a layer of skin. In this demonic prison, there are many dangers, the demon head is terrifying, but what's even more terrifying is the human heart."

  He didn't speak, he closed his eyes and opened them again, saying in a deep voice: "So seeking immortality and asking about the Tao, what is being sought is the path of immortality, what is being asked is the Great Tao. But what is truly cultivated isn't the power of the sword or the magic of the sword, but rather the heart. In this boundless red dust, although it can be destroyed by karma and obstacles, one can still gain enlightenment about their own heart, attain the Great Tao. Master, now I understand a bit."

  Zitian's gaze was somewhat distant, Yunfei slightly taken aback, and didn't say much.

  The ancient mountain of the Demon Prison, branded with the aura of endless years, the old years accumulated, and even the divine flame could not last long, and soon went out. At the same time, the breath of the five people in the Purple Moon Cave Heaven also went out, and the Red Flame Furnace collapsed and melted into it.

  There was a wisp of blue smoke, and two people sat cross-legged in the misty smoke. After half an hour, the two stood up.

  A crystal clear spirit stone was thrown down from the mountain top, and Qi Tian couldn't help but shake his head: "It's just one big war, plus dozens of Red Devils and Poison Devils, and it takes a whole spirit stone to consume, and it's still unknown how many will be consumed in half a year."

  Yun Fei nodded: "We need to hunt and kill more demon heads. Although it seemed before that the Chi Soul Pearl could be exchanged for spiritual stones, we also need a large number of Chi Soul Pearls to absorb and enhance our recognition. Before our recognition reaches its limit, I'm afraid there won't be many that can truly be exchanged."

  In this vast demonic prison, even if one stays for a long time, the sword energy will be worn away. The two no longer lingered and left the ancient mountain, continuing to head east. The demonic prison had no sun or moon, only a blood-red sky, like an upside-down sea of blood. Often, ominous clouds condensed and poured down bloody rain.

  In this vast land, ordinary people who enter will naturally wither away in a short time, or be tainted by the demonic energy and become one of the weakest human demons. This land has no vitality, only endless demonic energy.

  The demon heads are not powerful, as long as they are not over a hundred demon heads, both Qitian and the other person can handle them with ease. Half a day has passed, and the two of them have killed three groups of demon heads, obtaining more than 240 red soul beads.

  They also wanted to refine one or two Chi Soul Pearls to enhance their sword consciousness, but unfortunately the demonic energy here was too heavy and the demonic heads kept emerging endlessly, making it difficult for them not to be disturbed and disrupting their minds. The two decided that after three days they would return to Zhenmo Valley and continue refining, exchanging some spiritual stones.

  As they journeyed on, the two of them encountered many Daoists, all heading east in an attempt to enter the second layer of the Demon Prison.

  Three of his disciples, two of whom he had seen before, but they all avoided him, not wanting to have any contact with him, lest it cause more trouble.

  After walking for two more hours, the ancient mountain became even more majestic. The blood-colored ancient mountains formed a mountain range, stretching across the land. In the midst of the mountains, eerie howls echoed continuously, and the ominous energy condensed into clouds. As the howls stirred, they transformed into terrifying demonic faces that hung in the air for dozens of miles, overlooking the vast expanse of the demon prison.

  "Beyond the Demon Cloud Mountains lies the entrance to the second layer of the Demon Prison!"

  In the distance, in front of the mountain range, a considerable number of practitioners had already gathered. The robes of the three sects could be vaguely seen, but there were more loose cultivators among them. Among these loose cultivators, many were ordinary people from the Devil's City who, due to a combination of circumstances and good fortune, obtained some fallen practitioners' Daoist treasures and thus embarked on the path of immortality. This was also the fundamental reason why the three major sects allowed them to enter the Devil's Prison. To say it, these loose cultivators could be considered outer disciples.

  Two people walked closer and found many familiar faces. The Qingyun Sect had dozens of groups, with over a dozen gathered in front of the mountain range. Among them were Lei Gang and seven other 17th generation leaders. As for Bu Qingtian, his whereabouts were unknown, he was alone, and it's likely that no one knew where he was at this moment.

  "Top of the world! Clouds flying!"

  Almost as soon as they saw Qitian, Yun Biyan's delicate eyebrows rose in a cold voice. She was among the crowd, her body fragrant with a hint of musk, surrounded by a halo of light, and was surrounded by many young disciples, but she was not with the other Lotus Peak disciples.

  "I didn't think you'd actually dare to enter the Devil's Prison and make it this far!"

  Qitian glanced at the woman and said coldly, "The sky is vast and the earth is wide. Wherever we want to go, that's where we'll be."

  "How dare you!"

  Before the blue-green clouds had a chance to open their mouths, one of the 16th generation disciples by his side immediately shouted: "A mere junior apprentice, how dare you speak so boldly! Walking outside, today I will teach you how to respect your elders!"

  After finishing speaking, this person took a step forward. A poetic charm overflowed and condensed into a lush ancient tree on his head.

  "The Tao's rhyme condenses into form, and Elder Brother Qingmu has indeed advanced to the Recognizing Spirit realm after all!"

  "This kid will definitely be suppressed, having just entered for less than a year, it's also time for him to eat some bitter fruit."

  Some disciples sneered, thinking that Qingmu was a sure win. On the day of the small competition, Qitian seemed to be only in the middle of the sword embryo stage. Even if he had a pre-heavenly sword body, it wasn't enough to be feared.

  The mighty power surged, and regardless of whether this was the Demon Prison Continent, a gigantic foot with a seven-zhang-square cyan giant hand appeared above Qi Tian's head. The cyan wood palm pressed down, opening up the air with continuous ripples. The Wood Trigram's power was vast and unending, like a spring vine entwining everything. At this moment, Qi Tian felt that the surrounding air had become thick and sticky, as if he was deeply trapped in a swamp.

  "Mid-grade Taoist Fist: Green Vine Hand!"

  "Qingmu Shixiong's Dao rhyme condensed into shape, stepping into the realm of recognizing the divine, this Qingteng hand gesture has already evolved to the extreme, not inferior to ordinary top-grade Dao techniques."

  At this moment, many disciples looked at Qitian, waiting for him to be captured. (Three updates as usual today, seeking recommendation votes, those who haven't voted yet come quickly! We continue to charge!)