Chapter 517
by fanqienovelChapter 517: The Fall of the Young Master (Part 4)
Bang!
With a flick of her wrist, Luo Qianchen perfectly merged the Reincarnation Dao with her divine spear. She thrust the spear towards Eighth Young Master. Heaven and earth were pulled into the cycle of reincarnation; the Netherworld manifested, imposing and awe-inspiring.
The Reincarnation Dao’s power seeped into every pore, invading Eighth Young Master’s body and Purple Palace, even attempting to devour his primordial spirit and plunge him into endless samsara.
Clang!
Within Eighth Young Master’s eyes, sword light shimmered. Two beams of sword radiance intertwined—one yin, one yang—and slashed out. Sword light crisscrossed everywhere; with a single slash, he shattered Luo Qianchen’s cyclical powers.
He activated his profound art. One hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds manifested. Eighth Young Master stood atop them, like a sacred god descending to the mortal realm. He held a sword in one hand while his robe fluttered wildly.
Commanding the Great Dao World with the Path of Oblivion, streams of sword radiance, brilliant like rainbows, flew chaotically around him.
"Old Six!"
Third Young Master let out a fierce shout. A Three Legs Dao Cauldron manifested from his offering, incense smoke curling upward, destiny and providence flourishing, giving shape to myriad visions of living beings and all phenomena of heaven and earth.
Third Young Master stood like the Heavenly Emperor, receiving the veneration of all beings!
Boom!
He made a grasping motion with his large hand. Golden dragons of providence soared out from the Cauldron of Destiny and Providence, charging headlong into Eighth Young Master’s Great Dao World. They rampaged wildly, attempting to crush the one hundred and eight layered Great Dao Worlds.
Whoosh!
Simultaneously, Sixth Young Master manifested a golden book.
Countless ancient characters were inscribed upon the golden book. He channeled his magic power, and one ancient character flew from its surface; it was the character for “Seal.”
Boom!
The character “Seal” landed within Eighth Young Master’s Dao Realm. The sealing power violently erupted, instantly and temporarily locking down his magic power, Great Dao, and primordial spirit.
With just this combined move from the three, Eighth Young Master was immediately forced onto the back foot.
"Young Master!"
The expression of the old man in black underwent a great change. Although Young Master possessed the Celestial Lord’s divine power, this was a fair contest among peers of the same rank; its activation was absolutely impossible.
If things continued like this, defeat was a minor concern—Eighth Young Master’s life might be at stake.
"Daoist friend, remain composed," Xu Taishou chuckled. "This is their affair."
"If you feel lonely, why not let this servant keep you company?" Yun Niang giggled sharply, her voice ghost-like, carrying boundless allure.
The old man in black tightly guarded his mind and spirit.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four young masters fought with their full power. Eighth Young Master summoned one magic treasure after another – bells, drums, zithers, swords…
Each Great Dao he mastered was projected as a supreme treasure.
One hundred and eight Great Daos erupted simultaneously. They crushed the golden dragons of providence, shattered the seal cast by the Book of the Era, and shattered Luo Qianchen’s powers of reincarnation.
"Pfft!"
Eighth Young Master spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell into the Great Dao World, igniting one of its layers like Dao Fire. Surging pure yang power manifested, coalescing into countless suns that hurtled towards the three young masters.
He stretched out his hand. From the Realm of Oblivion, he grasped a demonic sword. Where its blade pointed, the Great Dao ceased to exist.
"How refreshing!"
Eighth Young Master’s battle spirit soared. With a single step, he shattered one magical power, his sword tip pointing straight at Sixth Young Master.
"The bastard’s gone mad!"
Sixth Young Master’s expression darkened. Eighth Young Master was fighting with his lifeblood, relentlessly draining the strength of his Great Dao World. Once this power was exhausted, his Great Dao would be like rootless duckweed—without foundation—and his world would collapse.
Then, even if not killed by everyone, he would become a cripple.
Third Young Master also discerned the crisis.
"What is Eighth Brother doing?" he wondered, utterly perplexed.
Luo Qianchen too saw the strangeness.
But.
She didn’t care.
If Eighth Young Master sought death, that suited her just fine.
Clang!
Luo Qianchen stirred her magic power. One hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds blossomed, layers of worlds like lotuses, while the reincarnation world became the lotus platform—the foundation of all worlds.
She too was ready to exert her full strength.
Boom!
The power of one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds poured violently into her divine spear. Under the arcane mechanism of the Reincarnation Dao, they merged seamlessly into one force, aimed to strike Eighth Young Master.
"Ninth Sister, I’ll lend you my aid!"
Sixth Young Master activated the Era Scripture. Ancient characters flew out one after another, transforming into Great Dao True Dragons that blocked the demonic sword’s energy. He sent a fist crashing toward Eighth Young Master.
Thump!
His fist ripped through the Great Dao World, shattering one Dao fruit into wisps of escaping energy.
Third Young Master drew out a brush.
Each wolf-hair bristle condensed from sheer fortune. The moment his brush touched void, flowers bloomed as he traced a slanting stroke.
Swish!
A sword light descended from beyond the heavens.
One sword’s gleam chilled three thousand worlds!
A sharp ‘shriek’ pierced the air as the sword energy tore through Eighth Young Master’s Great Dao World, cleaving one Dao fruit cleanly in two.
"Young Master!"
The black-robed elder could restrain himself no longer.
To act now was Eighth Young Master’s only chance at survival.
Rumble!
He summoned a demon banner. Instantly, heaven and earth wailed with the sounds of ghosts and gods. Black clouds blotted out the sky as demon gods crawled forth from the banner, bodies wreathed in world-destroying demonic flames. They lunged straight at Xu Taishou and Yun Niang.
"How ridiculously presumptuous!"
The two Grand Dao Sovereigns sneered coldly and charged at the black-robed elder together.
Bang!
As the three Grand Dao Sovereigns clashed, their terrifying power tore through heaven and earth. Demonic flames melted the primordial chaos into raging lava that blotted out the skies with savage destruction.
Yet to their astonishment, they discovered the residual energy of their divine powers couldn’t affect the outside world even slightly.
Inside Canglan City,
people came and went, completely oblivious.
"Do not panic. You may proceed," Ye Xu’s voice echoed in their minds.
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion!"
Their scalps tingled.
Every move they made remained under Ye Xu’s surveillance.
Whoosh!
Seizing the momentary distraction of Xu Taishou and Yun Niang, the black-robed elder summoned a demonic banner and sucked both inside.
However,
before he could catch his breath, a dazzling blade radiance shattered countless demon gods. Xu Taishou gripped his sky-piercing blade, his Great Dao coiling like a dragon around him.
His muscles bulged as he burst from the demonic banner, layer upon layer of Great Dao Worlds unfolding behind him. Heaven and earth crumbled under the pressure of his Great Dao’s might, compressing wildly.
The terrifying power surged into his blade as he slashed toward the black-robed elder.
Meanwhile, Yun Niang flicked her wrist. An Ancient Mirror hovered mid-air, its Dao rhythm swirling as it illuminated the black-robed elder, revealing his weaknesses.
"The Mirror of Cosmic Scrutiny?"
The black-robed elder paled in horror.
This mirror stood among the supreme treasures beneath the Heavenly Reverence realm, capable of exposing all flaws in existence—perfection for both combat and cultivation.
Clang!
But he reacted too late.
Xu Taishou’s blade strike, perfectly complemented by Yun Niang’s Mirror of Cosmic Scrutiny, worked in lethal tandem.
The sky-piercing blade descended. The black-robed elder’s Great Dao World fractured, and an arm was severed.
A vicious gash tore through the layers of his Great Dao World, stretching top to bottom.
"Time to depart, Eighth Brother."
Just then,
the Third Young Master’s voice rang out.
He brandished his fortune brush like a divine spear, piercing through Eighth Young Master’s brow and impaling his primordial spirit.
Simultaneously, the Sixth Young Master activated the Tome of Aeons.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Ancient characters streaked into Eighth Young Master’s Great Dao Worlds, scattering across all one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. Then—boom!—the characters erupted, shattering the realms into splinters and shaking his Dao fruit to near collapse.
Finally, it was Luo Qianchen’s fatal strike.
Whoosh!
Gun in hand, her eyes blazing with killing intent, she perfectly channeled the power of her one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. With one thrust, her spear pierced Eighth Young Master’s beating heart.
Thump!
Luo Qianchen twisted her spear, shattering the heart.
As Third Young Master withdrew his brush, countless cracks suddenly appeared across Eighth Young Master’s primordial spirit.
His skull split open, blooming with streaks of mysterious light.
The crowd saw a Talisman.
This Talisman, imbued with the supreme might of the Dao of heaven, stood loftily above, overlooking all living beings. It was the very Celestial Lord’s Talisman personally inscribed by the Celestial Lord and placed within Eighth Young Master’s Purple Palace.
Yet, right up to Eighth Young Master’s death, this Celestial Lord’s Talisman did not unleash even a shred of its power.
"Now, we’re even."
Luo Qianchen stood leaning on her spear, her posture heroically imposing, her expression impassive as she spoke.
Eighth Young Master’s vision slowly blurred.
Looking back on his life, a myriad of scenes flashed through his memory.
Regret, reluctance, and even a touch of resignation mingled in a swirl of mixed feelings.
Finally, now, it had come to an end.
Eighth Young Master slowly closed his eyes.
"Young Master!"
The black-robed old man screamed himself hoarse.
He rushed forward, circulating his magic power, desperately trying to preserve the Young Master’s physical body. But his body was already fading into nothingness bit by bit. The one hundred and eight Dao fruits and the primordial spirit entirely vanished into extinction.
"He should be well and truly dead," Xu Taishou chuckled.
"The man is dead, but his backer remains."
Yun Niang frowned slightly.
"If that existence becomes enraged, things look very grim for us."
"Then divert the trouble onto another," Xu Taishou said with a slight smile.
A subtle curve touched Yun Niang’s lips.
Her thoughts mirrored Xu Taishou’s.
After all, it was the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion who had revealed the information. From start to finish, they hadn’t intervened at all. They could easily wash their hands clean of the entire affair.
Eighth Young Master’s death filled Sixth Young Master with wild excitement.
But Third Young Master remained grimly silent.
"Don’t rejoice too soon. Things likely aren’t as simple as they appear," Third Young Master cautioned.
Remembering Eighth Young Master’s earlier strangeness, a weight settled over Third Young Master’s heart.
Luo Qianchen remained unconcerned.
Even if Eighth Young Master could somehow return to life, she had still killed him once. That settled the score between them.
"Brothers, overthinking serves no purpose," Luo Qianchen stated. "Second Brother is about to break through to Dao Sovereign. We can’t afford to dally any longer."
"Let us prepare."
"Ninth Sister makes a valid point," Sixth Young Master agreed, turning to Third Young Master. "Third Brother, let’s go."
"Mhm," Third Young Master replied distractedly, clearly troubled by grave thoughts.
They departed Canglan City one after another, leaving only the black-robed old man behind.
"Young Master…"
The old man stood trembling, his eyes bulging with fury.
"Has the Young Master truly died?"
A question stirred deep within him.
He turned his gaze towards the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
For the old master, he held only the deepest reverence and fear.
Besides, the old master remained deep in seclusion. He dared not disturb him.
"Best to ask the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
Only the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion could give him a definitive answer.