strictlysupreme Chapter 216 The Old Demon of 3 Years
Chapter 216 The Old Demon of 3 Years
Chapter 216 The Three-Thousand-Year-Old Demon
After Xiahou Wende's soul was absorbed into the altar, a flash of light appeared on the gray hand that was holding Wang Shanlong, and it became even more solid.
"Ancestor!" Wang Shanlong roared, baring his teeth and pulling hard on the hand, as if channeling all his strength into it, forcefully pulling a gray-white figure off the altar.
It was the spirit of an old man, standing amidst the eerie flames, nodding and grinning menacingly at Wang Shanlong.
"You've finally come back to life! Which generation of my great-grandson are you? You can actually perfectly merge with my remnant soul?" The old man stared at Wang Shanlong with an appreciative expression, but his tone was filled with intense desire, as if he had seen a delicious meal.
Wang Shanlong knelt before the old man and respectfully replied, "Ancestor, I am your sixty-second generation great-grandson. I have been communicating and merging with your remnant soul since I was a child. A few days ago, I finally fully merged with your remnant soul and immediately came to the Five Fire Demon Soul Secret Realm to activate the formation!"
"Hmm, not bad!" The old man chuckled sinisterly, poked his head out of the yin fire, and pressed it onto Wang Shan's head. "Don't you regret it? Being devoured by me is equivalent to being annihilated, body and soul!"
Wang Shanlong gritted his teeth and grinned maliciously, "Reporting to the Ancestor, I have no regrets. Giving my soul to you is equivalent to gaining eternal life!"
"You're quite clever, understanding that what I mean by 'devouring' is more about merging into one!" The old man nodded with satisfaction.
The next moment, he transformed into a wisp of smoke and rushed into the top of Wang Shanlong's head.
The raging eerie fire descended, engulfing Wang Shanlong's body, burning away his clothes, and scorching his flesh.
The pain of being tempered by Yin Fire caused Wang Shanlong to let out a series of miserable screams.
Then, streaks of gray light shot out from the altar, enveloped by the Yin Fire and poured into Wang Shanlong's body. With each wisp of light that entered, the speed of his body's regeneration increased.
After the stream of light poured in, Wang Shanlong stood up in the Yin Fire. His dark skin looked like it was covered with a thick layer of armor. He roared to the sky, and demonic wings suddenly spread out behind him. His fleshy wings trembled and absorbed all the Yin Fire in the sky into his wings.
The cave space fell silent at this moment, with only the sound of churning lava remaining.
"Hahaha……"
A deafening burst of laughter erupted as Wang Shanlong pounded his iron-like chest, "A thousand years! I've finally come back to life!"
The flesh and blood of thousands of cultivators were sacrificed, their souls were used as nourishment, and three different kinds of strange fire were used as the basis to finally revive the ancient demon who had lived for a thousand years.
With a wave of his hand, thick, inky flames rose into the air, enveloping Wang Shanlong's body, and then transformed into a long black robe, filling him with a terrifying and mysterious aura.
That handsome face had changed, becoming sinister and ferocious; one look was enough to tell that it belonged to a demon who had committed countless evils.
"Zhuo Yang, where are you? Do you dare to fight me?"
Wang Shanlong soared into the air, his back now bearing a pair of jet-black fleshy wings that flapped continuously, sending streams of ink-like flames shooting in all directions before finally turning to ashes and dissipating.
The ancient demon was resurrected, merging with Wang Shanlong's soul and inheriting his memories. In other words, Wang Shanlong did not die, but was reborn in a different way.
A streak of fire shot in from the far distance, enveloped in lightning, moving as fast as a meteor streaking through the air.
As the flames subsided, two elegant and upright figures stood tall in mid-air.
"Wang Shanlong?"
Zhuo Yang frowned slightly and shook his head, saying, "No, the demonic infant has manifested. You are a demonic cultivator, and your cultivation is comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!"
"I am Wang Shanlong, I always have been, and I always will be!" Wang Shanlong grinned maliciously, extending his arm and pointing it at Zhuo Yang. His fingertips, like sharp claws, were actually gleaming with a cold light. "Today, I'll kill you first!"
Zhuo Yang gave a cold snort, flicked his arm, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky, circled in the air, and returned to his hand.
The dragon's roar resounded, its killing intent palpable.
"I don't care who you are, you are an evil demon cultivator, and I will kill you!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yang transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged straight at Wang Shanlong.
With the sword in front and the man behind, man and sword become one. The tip of the sword gleams coldly, seizing the righteous energy of heaven and earth, determined to break through all obstacles.
"Nascent Soul stage, you really are a genius!" Wang Shanlong chuckled sinisterly. "The most satisfying feeling is the one of annihilating a genius, come on!"
With arms outstretched, black flames surged into the sky behind him, transforming into sharp swords that hurtled towards Zhuo Yang Fisher.
A series of black swords, trailing ash behind them, instantly obscured the entire cave ceiling.
dang dang...
With a series of crisp sounds, Zhuo Yang shattered the black sword with each of his sword strikes, his figure never stopping as he headed straight for Wang Shanlong.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm here to help you!"
Lu Qianqian shouted sharply, and the fire phoenix merged with her, soaring straight into the sky. However, it flew close to the top of the cave and landed above Wang Shanlong, then plummeted down like a meteorite.
Two powerful attacks came crashing down on him. Wang Shanlong grinned and his wings began to tremble violently.
Countless black flames, carrying large amounts of ash, spread fiercely, enveloping the two attacks.
The next moment, muffled sounds came from the black fire, and then a beam of fire fell. Just before it crashed into the sea of lava, a bolt of lightning struck at lightning speed and stopped the fire.
"Little Phoenix, that guy is an old demon in the Infant stage, and his strength is still increasing rapidly!" Zhuo Yang flew to a distance, his face as solemn as iron. "You are no match for him now. You can't withstand even one of his attacks. Retreat to a safe distance!"
No matter how proud Lü Qianqian was, she was only a Golden Core cultivator at this moment. Facing a demonic cultivator on another level who was at the same level as the Nascent Soul cultivator, she was no match for him at all.
"Be careful, I...I'll wait for you!"
Lu Qianqian left through gritted teeth, not even wiping away the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth.
Zhuo Yang faced the ball of black flames and gave a cold laugh: "Wang Shanlong, you've reduced the Five Fire Demon Soul Array to three fires. Without those two strange fires, can you recover even 30% of your strength?"
"How do you know about the Five Fire Demon Soul Formation? Could it be that you are a cultivator who returned from the Demon Realm?" The black flames dispersed, revealing Wang Shanlong's horrifying figure. "Or perhaps, you are also a demonic cultivator?"
"Tch!" Zhuo Yang scoffed. "Do you think all the strong people in the world are demonic cultivators? It seems you're just a nobody cultivator from the mortal realm, you've never seen anything like this!"
"I have cultivated the Heavenly Demon Unfettered Technique for three thousand years, and my strength is approaching the Tribulation Transcending stage. What makes you think I've never seen the world?" Wang Shanlong roared furiously, his sinister voice causing the lava sea below to churn violently.
With a flick of his longsword, Zhuo Yang said indifferently, "Do you know that besides the mortal realm, there are also four other realms in the universe: the immortal realm, the demon realm, the monster realm, and the underworld realm?"
"Do you know that there are four Immortal Emperors who rule the world in the Immortal Realm, eight Demon Emperors in the Demon Realm, ten Underworld Emperors in the Underworld, and countless Demon Kings in the Demon Realm?"
"Do you know that there are omnipotent saints in this universe?"
"Do you know, no, you don't know, that you are just a lowly mortal cultivator who has been dead for countless years and has been reborn using a mere evil technique."
Every word was filled with contempt. In Zhuo Yang's eyes, the so-called strength of mortal cultivators was nothing more than children playing house.