Chapter 129: Primordial Divine Art Inscription!

Chapter 129: Primordial Divine Art Inscription!

A look of surprise flashed across the Supreme Being's eyes.

The scene within the ancient mirror was beyond her comprehension.

Even now, she couldn't understand how the Blood Lord had managed to escape from the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils.

Even if she were to enter that gate, she would become a Great Demon.

How did the Blood Lord manage to get out?

Ning Tou's heart suddenly ached for no apparent reason.

She couldn't help but recall that day outside No Return City, where she had seen a figure in blood-red robes.

Was it a coincidence?

The scene shifted again.

On Nine Coils Mountain, a small bird with vibrant plumage flapped its wings and landed next to a blood droplet.

Curiosity filled the bird's eyes.

The story continued.

"I'm Golden Canary, beautiful, right? I'm the first beauty of Nine Coils Mountain!"

"You round little fellow, I'll name you... Blooddrop."

"You left without a word, and I won't go looking for you, nor will I miss you!"

"Blooddrop, it's raining..."

If the previous scene was like a sad song in a winter snowfield, the current one was like a gentle spring rain, refreshing yet carrying a hint of faint melancholy.

"Blooddrop, you're back!"

"Blooddrop, you're amazing! Quickly tell everyone that in the eighteen mountains, Golden Canary is the first beauty!"

"He's not a Great Demon, he won't die!"

"I'll believe you this once!"

"How do you enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons..."

The girl left through the gate, her face, usually adorned with a proud and vain expression, now bore the Demon Mark.

"I'm so stupid, I can't even apply makeup properly, it looks so bad..."

"Am I really ugly? Why won't you come to see me?"

The scene abruptly ended here.

Ning Tou covered her left cheek with her hand, feeling intense pain.

Countless memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

Memories spanning thousands of years, an endless stream.

There were whispers of Blooddrop in her ear and the cold, ruthless swing of the blood-red robe.

She remembered.

She was Golden Canary, the first beauty of Nine Coils Mountain.

Blooddrop, the object of her admiration and her childhood friend.

Life after life, a cycle of illusions.

She entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, watching Blooddrop succumb to the illusions and repeatedly trying to wake him.

"Blooddrop..." Ning Tou covered her face, her heart filled with hesitation.

She recalled the day she saw the blood-red figure outside No Return City, and the gentleness in his eyes.

"Are you Golden Canary? She's a very proud and vain girl, and I've been looking for her."

At that moment, a smile played on the Supreme Being's lips as she looked at Ning Tou and asked, "Demoness, have you remembered everything? Do you hate the Great Demon now?"

Ning Tou seemed to care deeply about this.

She lifted her head and stared coldly at the Supreme Being, "He's not a Great Demon!"

Blooddrop had said he wasn't a Great Demon!

She believed him!

Even in the illusions, where she saw him slaughter countless lives and stab with his sword, she trusted that he wasn't a Great Demon.

The world might view him as a Great Demon, but Golden Canary knew he was her childhood friend, and he was no one else.

"Haha, another self-deceiving fool." Shang Yanran laughed and turned to Bai Ze, "You and I were once husband and wife, and they are my junior disciples. I'm willing to let them go, but... Demoness, I must either take you away or..."

A terrifying aura emanated from Shang Yanran, enough to make even a Great Supreme Being falter.

The seven powerful figures behind her stepped forward, pressing towards Bai Ze.

"This time... no one can save you, Demoness." A cold light flashed in Shang Yanran's eyes, "Only by eliminating the Demoness and the Great Demon can this realm truly find peace.

Bai Ze... Are you really going to stand in my way?

Can you stop me?

Or are you putting your personal feelings first and disregarding the well-being of the world?"

A terrifying aura emanated from Shang Yanran.

The Demoness had to be taken away.

Previously, she had thought the Blood Lord was dead, so she simply let the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends roam freely, treating them as pawns.

But recently, her avatar in the mortal realm had sensed a trace of the Blood Lord's presence.

Therefore, Golden Canary must be kept under her control.

In this life, she coveted Bai Ze the most, and now, there was also the Blood Lord.

Bai Ze looked at Shang Yanran, a moment of hesitation flashing in his eyes, then said, "She's not a Demoness, and even if she was... it was in the previous life.

If you want to take her away, you'll have to go through me!"

Shang Yanran's face twisted into a hideous grimace, "No one can stop me today!"

No matter who came, she would take Golden Canary away!

The White Emperor felt desolate.

Shang Yanran was right.

He couldn't stop her.

Shang Yanran's avatar and the seven powerful figures could easily take Ning Tou away.

Even if her master came, they couldn't stop Shang Yanran.

This matter... had become an unsolvable puzzle.

...

Underground, Qi Yuan sat with his eyes closed, contemplating the Primordial Divine Art.

Ten years had passed.

His understanding deepened, but he still couldn't truly inscribe it, and the Great Forget Dharma couldn't reach the Minute Entry level.

"Forget... What am I forgetting?"

He racked his brains, but to no avail.

Suddenly, a disjointed voice sounded in his ear.

"Blooddrop..."

"Blooddrop..."

The voice was filled with misery and helplessness.

Qi Yuan's heart suddenly felt as if Golden Canary's face was stained with tears, her eyes red from crying, yet she stubbornly lifted her head, looking at him helplessly.

Countless scenes flooded his mind like an avalanche.

He saw himself trapped in the cycle of the Great Demon, following the Great Demon's path of slaughter.

He saw himself in blood-red robes walking through the desert, with a figure whose face was obscured chasing after him, only to be pierced by his sword.

He saw himself bound to a stone pillar, enduring the torment of a million fires, and that figure, without hesitation, rushed to his side, sharing his endless suffering.

He witnessed the figure leap into the surging lava without hesitation, embracing him.

He saw himself wounding that figure over and over, yet it remained unwavering, coming to him in every lifetime, facing the world's enmity together.

Within the illusion, the figure existed as a reality, not a figment of his imagination.

He understood—that figure was the Golden Canary.

"Golden Canary..."

The endless illusions were like cycles of reincarnation.

These... were the illusions, the life of the Great Demon.

Initially, upon entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils, he had experienced the Great Demon's life.

The Golden Canary intruded, intending to awaken him.

"I remember now."

All the scenes transformed into an endless surge of emotions.

In Qi Yuan's eyes, a hint of pity emerged.

And a trace of agitation.

His desire to see the Golden Canary's heart grew more urgent.

"After we sank together into the illusions... where is she now?"

Countless emotions surged within Qi Yuan's body.

The Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon seemed about to erupt uncontrollably.

As Qi Yuan recalled everything that transpired within the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, the Great Forget Dharma also fully entered the realm of Minute Entry at this moment.

Qi Yuan's heart was filled with mixed feelings, accompanied by deep self-blame and pity.

He calmed himself.

"Why can I hear the Golden Canary's voice..."

He had heard the Golden Canary's voice, and only then did he recollect all his memories.

Why could he hear it? This was crucial.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, Qi Yuan's ears could perceive peculiar sounds.

Even before entering this game, he had heard Ning Tou's voice.

Where was the source of these voices? Where was the Golden Canary?

And who was she now?

Suddenly, a pitiful voice, tinged with tears, reached his ears.

"Am I that ugly, that you won't come to see me?"

The Golden Canary's voice struck him like a thunderbolt.

Qi Yuan suddenly remembered.

At Seven Color Peak, he had heard Ning Tou's whispers in her dreams: "Am I that ugly, that you won't come to see me?"

He had heard such dreamtalk more than once.

At that time, he had treated it as a joke and even mocked Ning Tou, a Supreme Being, for speaking in her sleep.

During the Ten Thousand Mile Great Escape, Ning Tou, carrying a blood-colored ball, fought against a Great Supreme.

As night fell, she curled up like a kitten, and Qi Yuan stood guard by her side.

He had also heard Ning Tou's tearful dreamtalk.

Understanding dawned! Complete understanding!

Ning Tou was the Golden Canary.

On Ning Tou's face, the Demon Mark was etched.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends, despised by all.

In the eyes of the world, she was a hideous monster.

How could the beauty-loving Golden Canary become the "Demon," despised and hated by all, considered the ugliest monster?

How could she bear such pain?

How could she bear his repeated strikes in the illusion?

At that time, influenced by the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils, he had fallen into the Great Demon's life, slaughtering countless lives like the Great Demon.

Unlike the Great Demon, someone had been waiting for him all along.

"Golden Canary... Ning Tou..."

A mighty aura swept through his body, and at this moment, the sky above No Return City turned blood-red.

Qi Yuan had found the path to the Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon's inscription.

Within the barrier, a White Emperor's Avatar was restrained by Shang Yanran.

Seven Supreme Powerhouses also approached the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends, advancing towards Ning Tou.

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Shang Yanran's lips curved into a smile: "In the past, the Blood Lord protected you. Today... who can protect you now?"

Ning Tou stared at Shang Yanran, her eyes filled with intense killing intent.

Just then, a hoarse voice, laden with endless self-blame, resonated.

"Golden Canary, I'm too late."

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

The chain clutched tightly in the Golden Canary's hand trembled.

The blood-colored meatball emitted various terrifying auras.

Shang Yanran's eyes widened as she saw the blood ball, revealing a hint of surprise: "The Blood Lord? No, you're a drop of the Blood Lord's blood!"

In the past, the Blood Lord, upon entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils, had severed his own arm, leaving it with the Golden Canary.

Later, the Blood Lord perished within the Gate of Ten Thousand Devils, and only a single drop of blood escaped.

The blood ball before them was that very drop of the Blood Lord's blood!

Ning Tou's slender figure trembled, clutching the chain tightly. She glanced at the blood-colored meatball, her gaze seemingly crossing an eternity of time and space.

Finally, she saw him again—the person she had yearned for endlessly in her heart and dreams.

The blood-colored meatball also condensed into a figure wearing a blood-red robe.

"Blooddrop!" She tightly embraced the figure in the blood-red robe.

Just as when the fire raged, she had embraced him without hesitation, and together, they had perished in the flames.

Shang Yanran's lips curved slightly: "Truly a tragic tale, Great Demon... you've finally revealed yourself."

Qi Yuan, in his blood-red robe, stared at Shang Yanran, his lips also revealing a cold smile: "Today, you will die!"

Shang Yanran's smile widened upon hearing this: "Don't speak of a mere drop of blood. Even if the Blood Lord himself were here, he might not be a match for this Avatar of mine.

Moreover, is your true self even here now?"

The Golden Canary clutched Qi Yuan's arm tightly.

The White Emperor gazed at Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with excitement. She, too, had not expected to encounter her master here: "Master, if you haven't reached the Sixth Realm, you must not come to this place! Shang Yanran has obtained the Destiny Slate, and she is no longer herself!"

Shang Yanran's smile was radiant.

Just a drop of blood, and even a Supreme Being couldn't harm her.

How dare they take Ning Tou away from her?

"Great Demon, I've taken the Golden Canary away today. If you wish to see her, come to the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons with your true self!"

Qi Yuan's expression was filled with intense killing intent, as his previous endless self-blame and guilt transformed into surging murderous intent.

"A single drop of blood can kill you!"

With Qi Yuan's voice, a terrifying change occurred in the figure formed by his drop of blood.

Soul Blood!

The Soul Blood that fell from the Great Void was used by Qi Yuan at this moment.

The Soul Blood obtained from the ancient demon chicken could be infused into a treasure.

By condensing the treasure into a Soul Blood artifact.

What kind of treasure could be more precious than his drop of blood?

This is a drop of blood from the foundation of the Heavenly Dao!

At this moment, Qi Yuan transformed himself into a Soul Blood artifact.

As the Soul Blood fell, Qi Yuan's blood underwent a tremendous transformation.

He glanced at the Golden Canary, "Wait for me!"

After becoming a Soul Blood artifact, he could no longer have consciousness descend upon this artifact as you did with the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?"

The blood-red robed figure constantly changed.)



Inscribe!

Within the No Return City.

Qi Yuan shouted.

He finally understood why he couldn't inscribe his Primordial Divine Ability.

In the illusion, he severed an arm, forgetting the consciousness that the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons had forced upon him. That consciousness was the consciousness of the Great Demon.

That arm transformed into a drop of blood.

That drop of blood was the endless demonic beast, the Great Demon, the root of all demonic beasts.

That drop of blood was the only one that truly matched the Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon.

He wanted to inscribe this divine ability onto that Soul Blood artifact!

Within the barrier, the blood-red robe had already disappeared.

Ning Tou's eyes were filled with reluctance.

The blood-red robed figure transformed into a blood-red longsword.

Shang Yanran's eyes revealed a greedy expression, "To transform yourself into a Soul Blood artifact, what a marvelous method.

This sword, if wielded by a Supreme Being, could even injure a Great Supreme!"

Unfortunately, such a sword can only be considered marvelous. Forget about killing me, you can't even hurt me!"

As Shang Yanran spoke, the blood-red sword emitted a strange aura once more.

Greed, lust, pride...

Various kinds of auras emanated from the sword.

Within the entire barrier, including the White Emperor, everyone felt their hearts stir.

They gazed at the blood-red sword, their eyes revealing astonishment for the first time.

"Primordial Divine Ability!" Shang Yanran's eyes widened, "You actually inscribed the Primordial Divine Ability onto a sword, you... you really... dare to!"

Inscribing the Primordial Divine Ability onto a Soul Blood artifact was unheard of.

But Shang Yanran knew that it was possible.

"Blood Lord, haha... Your actions have indeed exceeded my expectations.

However, inscribing the Primordial Divine Ability onto a Soul Blood artifact.

Your Primordial Divine Ability is now gone!

Without the Primordial Divine Ability, your original body... even an ordinary Supreme Being can slay you!" Shang Yanran laughed.

In her heart, her evaluation of the Blood Lord dropped even lower.

Cultivators, easily deluded, where could they achieve greatness?

"I just want to see, how powerful your Primordial Divine Ability truly is!"

Even facing the Blood Lord's Primordial Divine Ability, Shang Yanran was not the least bit afraid!

After all, her cultivation had already reached the limit of this world.

If she broke through further... something bad would happen.

All her plans would come to naught.

Ning Tou held the blood-red sword, and her figure grew taller at that moment.

Holding the longsword, she felt a connection, as if their blood was linked.

"This sword is named Primordial Divine Art of the Overlord Heart Demon!"

Ning Tou stepped forward, like an unparalleled female swordswoman.

After so many years, she could finally... fight alongside the Blooddrop.

"Die!"

With a single sword strike, endless blood energy filled the entire barrier.

Greed, pride, gluttony... various emotions surged.

The faces of the seven powerhouses finally revealed shock.

Shang Yanran's eyes widened in disbelief, "Heart Demon? Great Demon? How is that possible!"

How could he possibly be the true Great Demon!

Such a Primordial Divine Ability was impossible to refine.

Only the Great Demon, the former Buddha, could refine it.

Because all demonic beasts in the mortal world were the Great Demon's origin.

What was going on?

Shang Yanran's eyes revealed astonishment, followed by a light laugh.

Was he really the Great Demon... then it would be even more interesting!

With a single sword strike, the seven powerhouses behind Shang Yanran became like fragile porcelain dolls. They merely glanced at the sword, and cracks appeared on their bodies.

They howled and cried, as if they had fallen into the Hellish Demon Realm.

The seven powerhouses couldn't even withstand a single sword strike.

On Shang Yanran's back, a white demonic beast crawled out.

That demonic beast was unlike any of the others.

Her eyes showed no fear, only a smile, "Blood Lord, this time you outmaneuvered me. I'll give this avatar to you.

But without your Primordial Divine Ability, what do you have to fear?

I'll wait for you in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

If you don't come quickly, the Golden Canary... will fall into my hands."

With her voice, Shang Yanran struck herself with a palm, killing her physical body.

After all, if that sword strike continued, it would be enough to injure her original body through her avatar.

Shang Yanran's avatar dissipated at that moment.

The seven powerhouses, struck by that sword, had their bodies shattered and fell.

With a simple sword strike, eight powerhouses were slain.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends' group stared at each other in shock.

What happened today was truly beyond their expectations.

At this moment, the White Emperor looked at the blood-red sword, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of sorrow.

That sword stirred up endless heart demons.

Was the Master truly the Great Demon? If it was true...

He didn't know how to face it.

Ning Tou's small hand tightly gripped the longsword, her pale face forced a smile, "Blooddrop... everything in the illusion was false."

All the pain was caused by the curses of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons after entering.

The Blooddrop's sword strike was also just an illusion.

(End of Chapter)

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