Chapter 792

Chapter 792: The Return of Demonic Energy

As Ye Yun watched the figure transform into a beam of white light and part ways with him, he sighed lightly. He realized he needed to address some matters, starting with refining the Thunder Spirit God. If not, he would encounter issues in the future.

Thinking about the nearby Red City, Ye Yun recalled how Hong Qianji had played a trick on him and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Is this woman joking with me, or is she really trying to take my life?”

"Hehe, who can say? But that woman must’ve invested great effort into you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have used her life essence blood to craft pills for you," the Ancestor remarked, eyeing Ye Yun’s troubled expression. "But wipe that look off your face. Even if you’re anxious, your carefree attitude won’t help at all."

“Life and death are fated; wealth lies in heaven’s hands. Though I, Ye Yun, hold little attachment to this mortal world, I still have ties. If my body were to return to the earth, who knows what might unfold? It remains… intriguing.” Lightning crackled across Ye Yun’s Immortal Garment as he transformed into a bolt, streaking across the sky.

“Tch. Let’s see if you end up as a handful of dust,” the Ancestor muttered inwardly.

Gazing at the thousand-zhang city before him, Ye Yun remembered the Demon Emperor from Nine Demons Burning. If the Golden-winged Roc unleashed its full power, even this colossal city could be devoured in one gulp.

“Best to relax first, even if it seems wasteful.” Though restricted by Hong Qianji’s Three-Month Blood, Ye Yun felt increasingly at ease. At Red Qian Building, he smiled at the blue-robed attendant leading him to a private seat. “No need. Take me to the common area.”

“But Sir, your status… Wouldn’t the common seats be improper?” The attendants hesitated, having been ordered by Hong Qianji to treat Ye Yun with utmost respect.

“If seats remain, I’ll take one. Blame me if she questions you.” Ye Yun waved dismissively.

“Thank you, Sir.” The attendant bowed, cheeks flushing as she met his warm gaze.

“Kid, since when did you become so charming? Flirting now?” the Ancestor teased as Ye Yun settled among wandering cultivators. “Finally awakening to life’s pleasures?”

Ye Yun sighed. “Ancestor, let me breathe. Facing a Demon Emperor weighs on the mind.”

“With me here, fear nothing!” The Ancestor eyed Ye Yun’s cup of Moonlit Pond thirstily. “Alcohol clouds judgment. What if you’re ambushed?”

“Then blame me, not the wine.” Ye Yun drank deeply, the cold essence soothing his organs like a lone boat adrift under the moon—a rare, wordless tranquility.

“Rare to see you so relaxed.” The Ancestor noted Ye Yun’s drowsiness but held his tongue, aware of the immense pressure within him.

Watching Ye Yun ignore the True Dragon Feast in favor of wine, the Ancestor mused, “Did I lead him right?” Ye Yun’s achievements dwarfed Lingyao Continent’s prodigies, yet his weariness hinted at a deeper toll.

“Who’ll walk this dusty path with me…?” Ye Yun stared at the empty wine flask, burdened by expectations. Cultivators were thought fearless, but true composure demanded icy focus—a lesson from forgotten tales.

“Sir, more wine?” The attendant gestured at his untouched feast, a waste of two thousand top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones.

“How much Moonlit Pond remains? I’ll buy it all.” Ye Yun’s voice slurred slightly.

As she left, coldness flashed in his eyes. The Three-Month Blood’s deadline loomed. He fought to suppress the blood beads within, true qi surging to reclaim essence blood. Yet the beads’ sinister aura persisted, agony ripping through him like serrated blades.

Gripping the table, white light enveloped him. Space twisted, and he reappeared above Red City, clouds churning beneath. Rage-fueled true qi erupted in waves, the Purple Shadow Divine Sword glowing anciently in his grip. Twin Blood Moons materialized behind him, staining the sky crimson.

“The sword’s dominating him again?” The Ancestor watched, unphased. When the Purple Shadow Divine Sword had stirred celestial phenomena at Wuding River, he’d questioned its nature. Now, as cracks webed the Blood Moons, those doubts resurfaced.

A heartbeat’s resonance thundered, celestial rhythms fracturing the moons. Then the blood bead erupted, poison flooding Ye Yun’s veins. He coughed blood, organs decaying as darkness spread. Control slipped—demonic energy smothered his consciousness, hair bleaching white, eyes glacially cold.

Emotionless, he surveyed Lingyao Continent. His mental energy expanded violently, crushing millions under its weight. Experts probed futilely for the source, while monks in the Temple of No Buddha prayed, their master calming fears.

The Ancestor observed black-and-white energies swirling within Ye Yun as the merged Blood Moon loomed. The Heart of Immortals and Demons stirred—its sinister aura unstoppable.