Chapter 579

Chapter 579: The Golden Needle Calls the Traveling Realm

The sect leader of the Hongmo Sect, Shang Feiran, withdrew his gaze with a cold smile and said, “You give Hongmo Zheng vast fortune on the battlefield, allowing him a chance to break free from Blood Moni’s restraints. Are you so confident that this kid can turn the tide?”

Li Hui shook his head, “I don’t know what the outcome will be, but I believe in Hongmo Zheng.”

“Ha ha ha!” Shang Feiran laughed loudly, “I can’t understand why you exert all your strength to strike against demon cultivators yet choose to be brothers with Hongmo Zheng, simply because he is a True Demon? Do you not know that true demons are even more terrifying? In the end, they become a great calamity for heaven and earth, causing the suffering of the living to turn into a true demon ruin.”

Li Hui smirked, “Who doesn’t have demonic thoughts? I strike against demon cultivators fiercely because I can take action against them, using them as shields against various calamities. This is not a blanket attack against all demon cultivators; after all, there are good people among them who can withstand the interference of demonic thoughts and show a kind heart. Hongmo Zheng helped me in a time of crisis, so naturally, I will help him in his time of need.”

Shang Feiran agreed, “Your accomplishments today prove you are no fool and understand the path of adaptability. Let’s head to Wan Nest Island for a showdown and decide our fates.”

“That’s the plan. Everything began at Wan Nest Island, so it should end there as well.” Li Hui spoke as he shifted his form.

“What swift steps! But you will surely die today…” Shang Feiran shifted his position as if the heavens and earth had to make way for him, exuding overwhelming authority.

Both leaders possessed a majestic aura befitting their status.

Arriving in the ocean area of Wan Nest Island, Li Hui inserted a golden needle into his neck and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his aura turned profound as he said, “Nothing has changed! At this moment and place, I will engage in a fierce battle with the Hongmo Sect leader, Shang Feiran. In the Traveling Realm, I have returned to before the great calamity started. Be cautious; this guy can control the formations on the outer perimeter of Wan Nest Island, which is why he chose this place as the battlefield.”

Shang Feiran had just arrived when he saw Li Hui extend his hand to summon something, startling him for three breaths. His expression turned grave, “You actually found a way to summon your Traveling Realm self to battle here, drawing upon all the nearby time force to prolong your stay.”

“Long time no see, Sect Leader Shang.” Li Hui produced a cloud brush and casually waved it, causing nine pillars of flame to rise, instantly transforming into nine golden crows, each with feathers and heads resembling that of the Immortal Bird.

Shang Feiran quickly regained his composure, stating solemnly, “I genuinely didn’t expect you to possess such fortune! However, it’s not surprising; only in this way can you confront me, a Traveling Realm novice, with your Late Wanxiang Stage power.”

Li Hui replied indifferently, “In truth, you have won today’s battle; however, it’s merely a pyrrhic victory and won’t provide you the strength to prevent the Hongmo Sect from declining. I narrowly escaped and endured with great resolve. Fifty years later, on a night of tempestuous magic rain, I finally slew a generation’s demon lord under my blade and arose with calamity power to obliterate all your incarnations.”

Shang Feiran remained unfazed, sneering, “That is just one possible outcome. Since you can articulate it, you have already indicated a different path.”

“Indeed, within time, there are various possibilities. In the end, whoever possesses the stronger power shapes history. I’m not even the real deal, just a shadow cast by time,” Li Hui clenched his fist, glancing at the silver snake on his wrist, contemplating, “All the variables lie with you, containing two-tenths more talisman power than I had when I faced the Hongmo Sect; this additional power can accomplish much.”

“Whoosh!” Shang Feiran made his move.

He knew Li Hui would be tricky, so he didn’t entertain the idea of holding back; a trial would only give his opponent the chance to strike him down, so he attacked with guaranteed kill tactics, leaving no trace behind.

“Bang…” Li Hui took the hit and fell into the sea.

At this level, regular defense methods proved utterly ineffective—each strike unleashed Dao Traces and Dao Rhythms, pitting creations against each other, comparing chances, and testing achievements.

Just as Shang Feiran prepared to seize the advantage, he trembled and fell into the sea as well, a blue sword mark cutting through his path, and his protective robes shattered instantly.

“Splash, splash…” A vortex formed beneath both men, quickly lifting them up. They exchanged glances from a distance of over a hundred yards while unleashing their immense abilities, displaying a terrifying scene.

Li Hui released the nine undying golden crows, expanding his form against the wind. As he spread his wings to fly forward, he evaporated the seawater, lowering the sea surface by ten zhang.

Shang Feiran waved his hand, summoning a hundred otherworldly demonic creatures that materialized from thin air to strike at the golden crows.

The two launched their next moves; six beams of light shot behind Li Hui. Feeling his demonic power diminish by half, Shang Feiran refused to back down. A massive demonic frog emerged behind him, swelling its cheeks to breathe in power; no matter how formidable the six beams were, they could not diminish his demonic energy.

“Boom…” Shang Feiran unleashed an ancient mirror that reflected the sun, moon, and landscape, almost capturing Li Hui within it when suddenly his robe fluttered, forming a curse on the other side.

“What kind of curse is this?”

Shang Feiran was alarmed and quickly pulled out a magic bone to crush.

Within the crushed bone were twenty-four magic bone relics, instantly emitting purple light to disperse the curse.

Li Hui, in the Traveling Realm, snapped his fingers, and Shang Feiran’s body trembled violently, retreating twenty-three steps, his face pale as he came to a sudden stop, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Prime Minister Turtle shouted, “Hey! You’re being too wasteful! With my capabilities, I can only manage twenty-three strikes; you should’ve used that when the enemy was down, why now?”

Li Hui unleashed six beams of light behind him; though he was in the Traveling Realm, his form only had some characteristics of that realm, and his cultivation remained at the Late Wanxiang Stage, making it difficult to defeat the leader of the Hongmo Sect.

In order to maintain immense combat power, the Six Paths of Reincarnation frantically drained the nearby sea’s dark energy, demonic energy, ghost energy, and spiritual energy. The disciples of the Hongmo Sect previously sent into the Yin prison naturally became objects for him to harvest, their cultivation continuously dropping, clearly on the brink of losing even their Condense Essence Stage strength.

“Ha ha ha, is this your trick?” Shang Feiran boldly stepped forward with pride in his heart: “Indeed, impressive! If it were an ordinary Traveling Realm practitioner, under such might, they would have likely perished already. But you are far from being able to eliminate this sect!”

Li Hui’s expression grew serious as he waved the cloud brush to unleash the undying golden crows while the curse surged violently across the other side. Shang Feiran smirked disdainfully as he countered with his ancient mirror and magic bone relics, his steps unwavering.

“If that’s all you’ve got, you can head to the Yellow Springs.” As his words fell, terrifying demonic flames erupted, even suppressing the undying golden crows summoned by the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique.

Li Hui floated back, every acupoint on his body glowing. He then executed an unusual hand seal, summoning magnificent silver light, amplifying the six paths of reincarnation a hundredfold, preparing to unleash a deadly attack drawing on the power of a million miles of sea.

Shang Feiran squinted, suddenly halting his steps, feeling the silver light bore something extraordinary, as if it concealed the greatest secret of this boy.

“Punching through the six paths, battling the heavens and the earth!”

Massive footprints emerged on the ocean surface, where fist strength and talisman power surged through three thousand layers of addition, further amplified by the Heart Talisman, reaching twenty thousand times the strength of the Late Wanxiang Stage, producing a terrifying force.

“Close combat? Body Cultivation?” Shang Feiran, distracted by the hidden secrets within the silver light, unleashed all his skills and began to trade blows with Li Hui, feeling the momentum surge violently with each passing breath, ravaging his Demon Lord’s domain.