347: Chapter 347 The Final Battle (Part 2)

For over three hundred years since the red comet descended upon this planet, it had never responded to the prayers of the demons.

Yet the demons still regarded it as their only deity, because it was the one that created the demons, and the storm stirred by each of its breaths was enough to greatly advance the strength of king-tier demons.

Youji lowered his body and kowtowed, bowing three times to his Emperor.

Beneath the glacier, the red comet remained quiet for a long time.

The prayer... received no response!

"Youji, pay with your life!"

Shen Xingchen's lethal move was already closing in; it was a towering grand array that quickly formed in the arctic sky.

The inner circle of the array presented a Taiji phase.

Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun... Eight ancient characters were engraved on the periphery of the array patterns, symbolizing the eight most fundamental attributes between heaven and earth.

Qian is Heaven, Kun is Earth, Xun is Wind, Zhen is Thunder, Kan is Water, Li is Fire, Gen is Mountain, and Dui is Marsh!

This was the Cantongqi, the supreme treasure manual of Taoism!

Sitting cross-legged on the Taiji diagram at the center of the array, Shen Xingchen looked at Youji, who was somewhat stunned and helpless within it: "Next, you shall peacefully accept being refined within this array!"

Within the Cantongqi array, the scenery within the lifelike illusion constantly shifted, turning into scorching lava at times, muddy swamps at other times, and vast oceans at others...

Within the illusion, Youji's cultivation was completely stripped away, his various treasures scattered to unknown places, and even the life-saving Imperial Molted Shell was lost within the illusion.

He was like a child abandoned in extreme terrain, able only to grieve silently.

This was the rule-based world of the Cantongqi; every single layer of the world would strip away a certain ability of the person trapped within, which could be cultivation, martial skills, treasures, or even life itself!

Billowing thunderclouds gathered in the sky.

Scorching bolts of lightning struck down one after another, leaving nowhere to dodge, for the entire heaven and earth were shrouded within the domain of thunder.

Youji wailed in despair: "My Emperor..."

This time, after his cry that originally held no hope, the glacier suddenly trembled for a split second, as if the creature within the red comet was truly responding to the prayer.

An avalanche rolled over the mountains thousands of feet tall.

A crimson aura flowed out from the red comet, drifting unrestrained by the rules toward the Cantongqi array.

The moment this crimson aura appeared, the originally icy heaven and earth seemed to grow a few degrees colder, and an extremely bloody and bizarre stench spread through the air—that was the power originating from the crimson.

"Hahaha—"

Frenzied laughter came from within the array. Youji's body trembled slightly with excitement, and he laughed hideously, "Shen Xingchen, my Emperor has responded to me! That is the power from the deities; you cannot kill me today!"

Youji's aura surged layer upon layer, and the two kings bound by his purple chains instantly shriveled up as all their demonic qi poured into his body, including that trace of crimson!

Four forces surged frantically within his body.

Youji's skin, flesh, and even facial features were changing at a rapid pace, turning somewhat bizarre and bloody!

If Youji previously looked like a gentle youth with the sun and moon in his eyes, then at this moment, under the influence of the crimson, he had transformed into a demon ready to devour people!

Facing such a change, Shen Xingchen only felt a slight trace of surprise.

He hadn't expected that this crimson monster slumbering for three hundred years would actually respond to the demons' prayers.

Youji smashed the barrier of the Cantongqi array with a single punch, rushing out abruptly while carrying a light of black tinged with red, his smile growing wide: "Shen Xingchen, come, come, let us match moves once again!"

He now possessed absolute confidence; throughout history, no demon had ever been able to reach the realm he was currently at.

As the conglomerate of the four king-tiers You Ye, Xuanshen, Quling, and Mengchen, holding three great authorities, apart from the Emperor, he was the supreme existence within the demon race!

Shen Xingchen stepped calmly into the void, clusters of azure lotus flowers emerging beneath his feet: "You should understand a fact: from the very moment I appeared in Snowfield Dragon City, the demon race was already declared doomed."

In fact, from the beginning of the battle until now, he had always appeared extremely calm.

Just as he had said before, after his arduous cultivation in the Heavenly Dome Dao Palace ended, his enemies were no longer these demon kings of the demon race, but rather that red comet that fell upon the Arctic three hundred years ago.

The moment his voice fell.

Behind Shen Xingchen, high above the sky, golden-armored deities continuously stood among the clouds. Some wore golden armor, stood a hundred feet tall, and held miraculous long spears, while others wore plain robes, pressed their hands together, and possessed benevolent expressions.

The arctic sky, gloomy for hundreds of years, finally let through a ray of light. Thousands of golden-armored deities stood at the horizon like heavenly gods descending from heaven.

Gods and Buddhas of the heavens!

Youji's loud laughter came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at Shen Xingchen with a cautious gaze.

Shen Xingchen let out a soft chuckle, and a single petal drifted down from the azure Dao lotus beneath his feet.

Following closely was the second petal, the third... Although it was clearly just a tiny lotus flower, it actually filled the heaven and earth of the Arctic, with flower clusters all over the sky.

A single petal landed on Youji's shoulder.

Youji's surging demonic qi was like water droplets poured into magma, making a sizzling sound and emitting blue smoke as if being burned.

He finally felt that something was amiss and wanted to flee into the distance once more.

"Go!" Shen Xingchen chanted silently.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens behind him drifted down, forming three inner layers and three outer layers of circles, surrounding Youji in the center.

The Great Dao's Sanskrit sounds materialized, drifting into Youji's physical body, ears, and even soul in the form of golden characters!

"Ahhh—" Youji let out a painful wail.

Those Sanskrit characters seemed naturally opposed to him, causing unbearable headaches whenever they touched even a bit, yet at this moment, they drilled into his body from all directions, penetrating every pore.

It was just like a grand torture!

Shen Xingchen looked at Youji with a hint of pity and softly said, "It's over!"

Those Great Dao Sanskrit sounds wove together, constructing a large golden net that snared Youji within it.

The demonic qi within Youji's body churned frantically, no longer able to endure those golden Sanskrit characters, and seeped out along the gaps of the golden net, but Youji himself was unable to break free.

Sizzle.

Sizzle.

Sizzle!

Long afterward, the Great Dao's Sanskrit sounds ceased. Youji had been completely smelted, leaving behind only a sun and moon alternately rotating where he had vanished, along with three clusters of points of light, respectively symbolizing the Divine Oracle, Daydream, and Distortion.

Shen Xingchen restrained the three clusters of light in his palm, just wanting to inspect them.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror hidden within the gilded bracelet emerged on its own.

The three clusters of light actually returned into the bronze mirror without the slightest hesitation, patching up the three gaps of the bronze mirror.

Crimson gold, gray-white, and pure white—three rays of light flickered on the bronze mirror...

"What is going on here?" Shen Xingchen examined the bronze mirror for a long time without detecting any changes, and could only guess that the bronze mirror had an inexplicable connection with the authorities.

Wind and snow beat against Shen Xingchen's face.

Realizing he couldn't see any clues, Shen Xingchen could only put away the bronze mirror first, turning his gaze instead toward that red comet.

Even the Great Dao's Sanskrit sounds could not purify those demonic qi, allowing the demonic qi to escape and ultimately return into the red comet.