Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Chapter 304: Total Victory (Second Update)_2

This mass of black mist carried an extreme death curse. After sweeping across the land, anything it touched rapidly aged, decayed, dissipated, and crumbled.

Trees turned into rotten wood, the earth turned into ashy white dead land, with all vegetation withering away, devoid of any life force or vitality, much like land after nuclear radiation.

Zhang Xin, covered by the black mist, couldn't even scream; his flesh and blood aged and decayed rapidly, like snow melting in the early spring sun.

His face also became old and haggard, his teeth, nails, and hair all fell out, his entire being withered and aged as his life force continued to dissipate, and his body emitted a rotten smell, no longer possessing the imposing aura of the Secret Realm.

This was indeed the curse capable of aging and withering all things, the Death Decline Curse Cloud.

Su Jie, seizing the opportunity, used a Reverse Talisman, accelerating the spread of the Death Decline Curse Cloud.

Even though Zhang Xin was of the Secret Realm Cultivation, once entwined by the Death Decline Curse Cloud, the curse spread through his body in the blink of an eye, affecting even his Divine Soul, dulling its shine.

Bian Yannan was stunned; he watched as Zhang Xin fell immediately upon entering the scene, his lips trembling, not sure if he intended to scold his incompetent teammates.

Glancing at his Top Grade Flying Sword still being gnawed on by the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Bian Yannan gritted his teeth and turned to flee at an increased speed.

He even abandoned his own Top Grade Flying Sword, Zhang Xin, and the hundreds of Righteous Disciples below, wanting to give up everything else for the sake of his own life.

“Tsk tsk, so this is your comradeship!”

Su Jie clicked his tongue twice; despair appeared in Zhang Xin's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but in just a few seconds, the curse had already spread throughout his body.

His life essence completely extinguished, he fell into Su Jie's hands.

“Don't be anxious, I'll send him to accompany you. Going to the Netherworld alone is always a bit lonely. I am kind-hearted, can't stand to watch such tragedies among humans.”

Su Jie grasped Zhang Xin's Divine Soul with his left hand while wiping his forehead with his right, as the Primordial Spirit inside his sea of consciousness burst forth with a myriad of golden radiance.

“Heavenly Eye! Heavenly Dao! Heavenly Might!”

In the center of Su Jie's forehead, a bloodline split open, as if a vertical pupil had opened.

This was the true power of the Primordial Spirit, linking with the Heavenly Dao through the Primordial Spirit. On the level of the Tao River, Su Jie's Primordial Spirit was merely like a microscopic organism, but even so, for ordinary souls, it represented a fundamentally different level of life, a dimensional crushing force.

When Su Jie had first achieved his Primordial Spirit, he was still just in the Yunling Realm, yet he used the power of Heavenly Dao to counterattack Secret Realm Elders.

Especially now, as Su Jie had advanced to Secret Realm level and his Primordial Spirit had undergone several stages of growth, doubling in power.

The opened vertical pupil connected with the Heavenly Dao, opening a crack in the Tao River, allowing the power of this parallel stream, separate from the real world, to seep into reality.

Swish!

A faint light drifted from the vertical pupil, causing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to surge violently, forming a storm around Su Jie as the center.

In this moment, wielding the power of the Tao River, Su Jie became the sole sovereign of this part of the world.

Although Su Jie's Primordial Spirit could only withstand the pressure of the Tao for about ten seconds, it was enough to annihilate his enemies.

“Purple Light Ray!”

Su Jie's eyes emitted a purple radiance, and two beams of Purple Light Ray shot forth from his pupils.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy, like iron filings attracted to a magnet, automatically aligned and fused into the Purple Light Ray.

The Purple Light Rays emerging from Su Jie's eyes initially were as thin as chopsticks, but in the blink of an eye, they expanded exponentially to ten meters in diameter, engulfing Bian Yannan's entire body.

“Primordial Spirit, you are an Immortal Seed…”

Bian Yannan's pupils contracted drastically; in the Secret Realm, those with a Primordial Spirit were powerhouses.

Su Jie, just earlier still in the Yunling Realm, advancing to the Secret Realm realm not long ago–such a terrifying Primordial Spirit could not possibly have developed in such a short time.

There was only one possibility: Su Jie had developed his Primordial Spirit while in the Yunling Realm, a standard for an Immortal Seed.

If he had known earlier that Su Jie was an Immortal Seed with a Primordial Spirit, he would have fled far away the first time he saw him.

But now, it was too late for regrets. Under the cover of the Purple Light Ray, he couldn't even make a sound before his body explosively disintegrated, leaving behind only a nebulous light group escaping, which was Bian Yannan's soul.

Su Jie stretched out his right hand and captured Bian Yannan's soul in his grasp.

At that moment, Su Jie was holding the Divine Souls of Zhang Xin and Bian Yannan in each hand, and the tragic fate of the two Secret Realm Elders, seen by the disciples of the Righteous and Demon Paths clashing below, brought an immense shock.

The morale of the Righteous Disciples collapsed one by one.

The only motivation driving the army, already decimated by the human-faced moth,

was relying on the two Elders to defeat Su Jie, come to their rescue, and turn the tide of the battle.

But who would have thought, their highly esteemed Elders would be killed first.

Two against one, yet counter-killed, and by an elder who had just been promoted.

The Righteous Disciples began to doubt whether their own Elders were even capable of fighting–how could they be so inept?

These disciples obviously couldn't perceive the secrets of the Primordial Spirit.

Conversely, the morale of the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples soared, every one of them watching Su Jie fervently; bolstered by Su Jie's valorous achievements, it seemed they empathized, ruthlessly pursuing and slaughtering the demoralized Righteous Disciples.

Su Jie paid no heed to the battle below, pulling the Ten Thousand Soul Banner from his chest pocket, absorbing souls generated by the battle and inserting the Divine Souls of Zhang Xin and Bian Yannan into it.

Zhang Xin's Divine Soul, affected by the Death Decline Curse Cloud, had its consciousness dissipated.

However, Bian Yannan's Divine Soul still retained a flicker of consciousness, and seeing the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Su Jie's hands, he screamed a miserable curse.

“Even in death, you manipulate our souls. I will not forgive you even as a ghost.”

Su Jie smiled faintly and straightforwardly dropped both souls into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

“You want to be a ghost? That's easy, I'm making it happen right now. Yin Souls are ghosts too. Or do you think you're too good for Yin Souls?”

As Su Jie spoke, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner rustled as it absorbed the powerful souls.

On the banner, within the Netherworld Hall on Ghost Mountain Palace, seven or eight more Ghost Generals appeared, fiercer than the original ones.

This increased the number of Ghost Generals inside the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to an astonishing twenty.

Su Jie could feel the banner's enhancements and was very pleased; he put it away and turned his gaze to the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

Sizzle!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede clenched the Sky Sea Gang Sword in its mouth, which had accumulated dense cracks during the previous clash.

If the fight had lasted any longer, the sword would have been bitten into pieces.

“The damage is too severe; it can only be melted down for materials.”

Su Jie, seeing the state of the Top Grade Flying Sword, shook his head in regret.

One hundred thousand Spirit Stones just like that–it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt.

But Su Jie's pain lasted only shortly, for he still held the Storage Bags of Zhang Xin and Bian Yannan.

Upon opening and checking each Storage Bag, he found abundant resources; even without the destroyed Sky Sea Gang Sword, the combined value of Magic Artifacts, spiritual materials, talismans, elixirs, and more in Bian Yannan's bag amounted to about two hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

Zhang Xin's assets were half that, a wealth of one hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

Together, they provided Su Jie with a profit of three hundred thousand Spirit Stones–a true gold coin explosion.

“These Righteous noses are just richer than those on the Demon Path!”

Su Jie exclaimed; now was the time of the Righteous Sects, with the good Spiritual Mountain Blessed Lands and Secret Realm Spiritual Veins mostly under their control.

Naturally, they were considerably more affluent than those on the Demon Path.

Such enormous wealth was enough to ease the pain of losing the Sky Sea Gang Sword, not to mention he could scavenge the camp.

Su Jie landed on the ground and made his way into Ding Shier Camp.

The battle on the ground had also ended, with the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples claiming a sweeping victory, energetically clearing the battlefield; seeing Su Jie approach, they looked at him with reverence and admiration.

The glorious feat of beating two in combat tremendously elevated Su Jie's status in these disciples' eyes, reaching an almost blind idolization.

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