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Boom! Boom! Boom! Countless medicinal pills surged toward the grand formation like a tidal wave, instantly disintegrating into immense energ
Boom! Boom! Boom! Countless medicinal pills surged toward the grand formation like a tidal wave, instantly disintegrating into immense energ
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless medicinal pills surged toward the grand formation like a tidal wave, instantly disintegrating into immense energy. Eventually, the formation's interior seemed to form an ocean of liquefied energy, and as it flowed, it emitted deep, thunderous rumbles.
"Ancestor, return to your place!"
Yao Wanhuo rapidly formed hand seals, his expression twisted in intensity as he roared.
"Crash!"
As his shout fell, a vortex emerged at the center of the grand formation. Boundless liquid energy poured into it, and simultaneously, an ancient aura began to seep out. The vortex spun faster and faster before quietly dissipating. When it vanished, a phantom figure of an old man in coarse hemp robes appeared in the sky.
"Buzz!"
At the moment the old phantom appeared, every member of the Yao Clan trembled violently—deep in their souls. A pressure originating from their bloodline instantly brought countless figures in the mountain range to their knees.
"Ancestor!"
The elders of the Yao Clan wept with joy as they looked at the phantom figure, reverence flooding their faces. Under the influence of their bloodline, this figure seemed divine—untouchable and sacred.
"What a waste. With all that energy from the pills and herbs, I could've broken through to nine-star Dou Saint. And all they summoned was this remnant soul." Qian Renhan mocked.
The Medicine Emperor's remnant soul only retained the strength of an early peak nine-star Dou Saint. It wasn't that the energy sacrificed by the entire Yao Clan was insufficient—but rather that the remnant soul itself was only a millionth of its former self, and its limit could only reach this level.
"Ancestor, protect our Yao Clan!" Yao Wanhuo knelt in the sky, shouting respectfully.
"Yao Clan..."
The robed elder in the formation murmured faintly. The passing of time had eroded most of his memories, leaving him dazed. Fortunately, he still remembered the clan he had founded. His ancient gaze slowly swept over the people below, before letting out a quiet sigh.
"To think… we've fallen this far."
Hearing this murmur, shame flooded Yao Wanhuo's face. Though the present couldn't compare to the ancient past, he offered no defense.
"You… you're one of the foreign evil demons!"
The Medicine Emperor stared at Qian Renhan—who stood cloaked in black mist, twelve wings spread wide, his presence seemingly capable of devouring all life and corrupting all energy between heaven and earth. The daze in the old man's eyes vanished, replaced by fury.
The members of the Yao Clan were confused. The phrase "foreign evil demon" meant nothing to them, but some primal fear in their blood caused a chill to crawl down their spines.
"To think those demons weren't completely eradicated during the war back then. Today, I'll eliminate you—for the sake of the Dou Qi Continent, for the lives of its countless beings, and for the Three Thousand Realms of the Great World!"
As the old man raised his hand, the entire Medicine Mountain trembled. The earth cracked, and amidst the shifting soil, an enormous cauldron the size of a mountain emerged above the grand formation. Its surface was covered in mysterious runes, radiating an ancient aura.
The Yao Clan resided in the far south of Central Plains, cut off from the core of the continent. Though their region had the densest spiritual energy, it was the efforts of the Medicine Ancestor that turned the Shennong Mountain Range into the most fertile land on the Dou Qi Continent. The rarest herbs for refining ninth-grade treasure and mysterious pills likely owed their existence to this cauldron.
The cauldron fell, blocking out the sky. A sharp whistle filled the air, and all the strange runes on it lit up. An overwhelming pressure, one belonging to an emperor, spread outward—above heaven and earth.
"Am I darkness? Am I a demon? Am I a disaster? Hahaha—think what you want. I am who I am. I act by my will. Whether you are creatures of the Three Thousand Realms, or the 'foreign evil demons' you speak of—those who block my path shall die. Those who oppose me shall die."
"Yellow Springs Palm!"
With a flap of his twelve wings, Qian Renhan charged toward the massive cauldron. Earth-colored light glowed from his palm as he slammed it into the cauldron. A deafening hum echoed across the sky.
"Pfft!"
The terrifying soundwave caused weaker cultivators to spit blood on the spot. Some had their eardrums ruptured, blood streaming from both ears—a tragic sight.
The two forces collided. The Yellow Springs Palm dissipated, and the massive cauldron was sent flying several hundred meters. Many of the golden runes on it dimmed, and even the Medicine Emperor's phantom grew faint—clearly drained of considerable energy.
"All members of the Yao Clan, channel your Dou Qi into the formation!"
Seeing that Qian Renhan feared not even the Ancestor's remnant soul, Yao Wangui's face changed drastically. He shouted loudly as his Dou Qi condensed into a dazzling beam, shooting into the formation. Across the mountain, countless similar beams followed. The fading phantom of the Medicine Emperor grew solid once more, and the towering cauldron descended again, crushing everything within a thousand meters.
Qian Renhan clasped his hands, pressing against the cauldron, his twelve wings flapping violently behind him.
"Evil demon, this time you'll fall here!" the Medicine Emperor declared coldly. As Dou Qi continued to pour in, the cauldron pressed downward. The runes upon it tried to bind Qian Renhan's entire body.
"Hmph. You think a single cauldron can kill me? Is this all the so-called 'foreign evil demons' were capable of?"
As dark light surged from Qian Renhan's twelve wings, they transformed into countless black threads—like snakes—which shot toward the Yao Clan's elders who were channeling energy into the formation. Each Dou Saint elder was instantly bound.
The elders' eyes widened in fear. They could feel their Dou Qi rapidly draining from their bodies, flowing along the black threads and into Qian Renhan.
The Medicine Emperor blinked, searching his fragmented memory. "This… this is the power of the Void Devouring Flame! You've refined the Void Devouring Flame!"
"You're not worthy of knowing that."
Inside Qian Renhan, the energy core shifted from channeling soul power to Dou Qi. It circulated rapidly along the Yellow Springs Palm's trajectory. His hands turned completely earthy yellow, and he struck the cauldron again and again with the technique, pouring vast amounts of Dou Qi into each strike like it cost nothing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Like a whip lashing a wooden spinning top, the cauldron began to spin at high speed under Qian Renhan's rhythmic strikes. Even the Medicine Emperor couldn't stop it. The golden runes on the cauldron gradually dimmed, one by one, slipping from his control.
(End of Chapter)