Chapter 1 Heart Sword

嗡~

The scriptures flowed within the mind of the Eagle King, each word radiating brilliant light, interwoven and crisscrossing.

They transformed into a blade of light that he was both intimately familiar with and unspeakably terrified of!

Its color was dark red, seemingly soaked in endless blood, and as if stained with the blood of countless immortals, demons, and deities. Once it appeared, it erupted with a terrifying killing intent that ordinary people could not imagine.

It was this killing intent that rendered the Eagle King immobile, petrified.

"When? When did this happen…"

The Eagle King felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, roaring frantically in his heart.

With a blade hanging over his heart, how could he resist?

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, but he couldn't think of any solution, nor did he know when he had been struck.

Or perhaps, he hadn’t truly escaped that blade twenty years ago?

Or was there a hidden treachery within the scriptures?

Impossible, it couldn't be hidden within the scriptures. He had never cultivated this technique, and even if there was some hidden move, it was impossible for it to be imprinted in his heart after only seeing it once.

嗡~

As the Eagle King trembled in fear, the dark red blade of light in his mind trembled slightly once more.

"Ah!"

With that tremor, the Eagle King let out an earth-shattering scream, as if he was being flayed alive. Even a demon king like him couldn't endure it. He plummeted from the sky.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

It felt as if his flesh and primordial spirit were being ground to dust. Even the Eagle King couldn't bear it.

As he fell, he continued to utter earth-shattering screams.

Boom!

Dust billowed, and trees snapped.

The Eagle King, lying on his back, roared with unwillingness:

"Don't even think about killing me!"

Forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain, the Eagle King rolled over and transformed into his human form.

At the same time, a hand suddenly pierced through his chest!

"Ah!"

With a roar, the Eagle King pulled out his blood-soaked hand, clutching a still-beating heart between his fingers!

He had ripped out his own heart!

噗~

The Eagle King crushed his own heart, his body convulsing, his face twitching wildly:

"It's not there? How could it not be there…"

His heart trembled in terror as his primordial spirit swept over his body again and again, but he couldn't find the blade of light.

"What kind of divine power is this?"

The Eagle King's heart trembled, his demonic aura surging in waves, trying to force the blade of light out of his body.

But even after exhausting all his means, he achieved nothing.

嗡~

Just then, the sound of the blade rang out once more.

In an instant, even with his demonic aura pushed to its limit, the Eagle King was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, pounding the earth with his fists, causing the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles to rumble.

"Ah! Ah!"

Finally, he could no longer bear it.

He soared thousands of feet into the air, transforming into his eagle form. Ignoring the blood still flowing from his chest, he flapped his wings and shot into the sky.

He was heading towards the direction of the Mo Long Cave (Desert Dragon Cave), moving even faster than when he fled before.

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Mo Long Cave.

Sunlight, filtered through the clouds, shone upon the mountains.

The Eastern Continent had recently experienced all four seasons in a single day. Although it wasn't yet midday, there wasn't a trace of coolness in the air.

But the hearts of the many demons, big and small, in the mountains were filled with bone-chilling cold.

They trembled in fear as they looked at the Daoist standing in the sky, his form somewhat transparent.

A boundless and powerful aura, like a curtain, covered the Mo Long Cave mountains, almost trapping all the monsters and demons within.

Any demon or monster that tried to escape was immediately killed.

At this moment, countless demons, big and small, trembled in fear, not daring to attack or flee.

"Eagle King…"

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

In his eyes, scenes from the distant sky were reflected, showing the Eagle King's struggles and escape.

Techniques cannot be learned haphazardly.

Especially the Cheng Dao (Path Bearing) methods.

The Taiji Induction Chapter, only one thousand two hundred words, but each word has a different meaning, and different combinations of words create even more meanings. An Qisheng had improved it based on the unique Dao script from the Dragon Erosion Realm.

Learn my method, inherit my Dao.

Words carry the Dao; seeing the words is like seeing the person.

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng opened his palm. Within his increasingly transparent fingers, a miniature three-inch-tall monkey struggled incessantly.

It was none other than the Water Ape King.

This old ape was violent and fled quickly, instantly escaping thirty thousand miles. If he hadn't been prepared, he might have truly escaped.

"Chunyi, he has already surpassed the Dharma Idol…"

At this moment, the Water Ape King sat cross-legged in An Qisheng's palm, his heart filled with endless hatred.

Just a little bit more.

Just a little bit more, and this person's "incarnation" would have collapsed, leaving him unable to pursue him.

But it was just that little bit.

His physical body was destroyed, his primordial spirit captured, and his millennium of cultivation was lost in a single day. From now on, his life and death were no longer his own, and he would be manipulated at will.

There might be differences between primordial spirits, but there couldn't be such a vast difference.

Among those of the same rank, some might be unparalleled in killing, but for a mere incarnation to suppress and kill a primordial spirit was rare throughout history, almost unheard of.

And this Taiji Daoist didn't even come as an incarnation…

There was only one explanation: this person had embarked on the path of the Lord of the Netherworld, who had appeared at the end of ancient times.

But in his heart, regret ran even deeper.

If he, Qi Molong, and the Eagle King had joined forces, would it have been possible to defeat this person's incarnation?

But there were no ifs in this world…

"You've won, but you can't stay for long. Once you leave, your subordinates and that so-called Fengshen Platform (Investiture of the Gods Platform) will all be reduced to ashes!"

The Water Ape King's primordial spirit fluctuated, thousands of resentments swirling in his heart:

"The Eagle King's escape speed is unparalleled in the world. After so much time, you can't possibly find him!"

An Qisheng remained silent, looking into the distance, and was about to close his hand.

He would seal it into the "All Requests Answered Altar."

The Water Ape King's primordial spirit was mediocre, but he had lived long enough, making him slightly stronger than the Different Evil Daoist. Naturally, he wouldn't waste it.

Boom!

The moment his palm closed, a wave of energy rolled in from the sky like a sea, as if the heaven and earth's spiritual energy within thousands of miles was being forcibly pushed over.

"Wh-what?"

The Water Ape King was shocked. He had already sensed the giant eagle, with wings spanning thousands of miles, behind the wave of energy.

He, he actually came back?

Now, the Water Ape King was completely shocked!

Had this old eagle gone mad?

Or had he made some unimaginable breakthrough?

Even the Water Ape King, who had lived long enough, had never imagined that such a thing would happen.

Not only him, but all the demons, big and small, in the mountains were stunned by this scene.

They couldn't understand what the Eagle King wanted to do at all.

"Great King, the Great King has come to save us!"

But there were exceptions. The many demons, big and small, under the Eagle King, were overjoyed to see the Eagle King coming across the sky.

Of course, they didn't think the Eagle King had come back to die.

Then, he must have brought some trump card to save them.

Boom!

The earth shook and the mountains swayed as countless sonic booms exploded in the sky.

The Eagle King came crashing down, carrying endless power, with a rumbling sound, landing headfirst into the mountains:

"Spare me, Real Person, spare me!!!"

The earth-shattering wails even drowned out the sonic booms and the massive sounds of the earth shaking and the mountains collapsing.

It also stunned all the demons, big and small, in the mountains.

"噗!"

The great demon under the Eagle King who had shouted wildly before was also stunned, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Begging for mercy?

After escaping for so long, he actually came back to beg for mercy?

"No, impossible!"

Between the closing of his fingers, the Water Ape King was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that the Eagle King, who had fled before the battle, would actually come back at this time, begging for mercy.

呼~

An Qisheng retracted his palm.

With a flick of his body, he landed in the center of Myriad Demon City, on top of a palace that had not been destroyed.

"Real Person!"

"A-An Real Person!"

"Real Person…"

On top of the palace, Old Daoist Lian Sheng, Huang Qing'er, and the other five had different expressions. Seeing An Qisheng landing, they bowed respectfully.

Sixty years ago, when facing An Qisheng's true body, they dared to sneer, but now, even a mere shadow that wasn't even an incarnation…

They no longer had the slightest disrespectful thought.

"You have all worked hard."

An Qisheng smiled slightly and returned the greeting.

After running around for sixty years, even though the lowest among them was a Real Person who had cultivated supernatural powers, the hardships they had endured were self-evident.

This greeting of his was sincere.

"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare."

How could they dare to accept his greeting? They hurriedly dodged.

"This time, we must thank the Real Person for saving our lives. But how should we deal with the demons in these mountains?"

Old Daoist Lian Sheng looked at An Qisheng's increasingly dim form with some concern.

Divine Descent to the Mortal Realm was, after all, just a method of inviting a god. It only borrowed An Qisheng's power and wasn't a true incarnation descending.

Continuously beheading two primordial spirits and using great magic power to seal the mountains, preventing countless demons, big and small, from escaping, had consumed a great deal of energy.

But at this time, there were as many as a hundred great demons above supernatural powers in these mountains, and there was also the Eagle King.

If An Qisheng disappeared at this time, he wouldn't have the ability to invite the god again in a short period of time.

Confucian Daoist, Huang Qing'er, and the others also had this concern and looked at An Qisheng, waiting for his instructions.

"All living beings are born with their own nature. Among the demons in this place, those with bloody karma should be killed and buried in the mountains. If there is no killing karma, you do not need to create wanton slaughter…"

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, replying casually, his gaze already falling on the ruins in front of the palace.

The Eagle King, his face as pale as paper, was staggering forward, trembling.

"Real Person, this…"

Not only the demons in the mountains, but also Old Daoist Lian Sheng and the others were puzzled by the Eagle King's return.

It was already very surprising for a primordial spirit demon to flee without a fight. After escaping, he actually ran back to beg for mercy, leaving them completely bewildered.

The Eagle King walked to the front of the palace, utterly miserable. He raised his head, saw An Qisheng, and his body twitched reflexively.

An Qisheng didn't answer Old Daoist Lian Sheng's question. He looked at the Eagle King indifferently:

"Not escaping anymore?"

The Eagle King's chest rose and fell for a moment, a trace of struggle flashing across his face, then he sighed wearily and knelt heavily on the ground:

"Not escaping anymore, not escaping anymore…"