Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 911 - 613: Ancestor Stele? I Want One Too_2

Chapter 911: Chapter 613: Ancestor Stele? I Want One Too_2

But it was unable to completely fall.

Under the Immortal Stele that obscured the sky and sun, an extra pale hand emerged, the slender fingers quietly dragging the massive stele.

The ink-colored robe surged, emitting a rustling sound.

Shen Yi still quietly watched Situ Fuhai in the distance, his eyes heavy with ash, single-handedly supporting the stele, his figure unshaken.

Two golden Azure Dragon phantoms wrapped around his wrists, then dashed up along the ink robe, as if two True Dragons were moving to protect him. When they halted, they appeared like the world’s most exquisite embroidery, vivid and clear in scales and claws.

They carried a domineering presence that overlooked all lands.

This Divine Skill, born from the Ten Thousand Demon East Hall, now finally revealed its true form.

Azure Dragon Primordial Spirit Body!

With the Ancient Dragon Soul covering the divine body, evil could not invade!

As if sensing something, Shen Yi glanced sideways toward the distance, his grey eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"..."

Prince Zi Yang still maintained his supporting gesture, his expression wooden and slightly embarrassed as he clenched and then released his hand, lowering his arms and patting his clothes to mask the shock in his heart.

You must understand, this was an Immortal Stele.

Anything related to the word "immortal" was never simple.

To avoid accidents, even he had exerted all his strength, but this young man, facing such a situation, was reluctant to let go of his sword, handling the ancestor stele with just one hand.

With the cultivation of Mid Stage of Heavenly Realm, he forcibly exhibited strength comparable to the Perfection of Heavenly Realm!

Ye Jiu and others also held their breath in shock.

The scene before them was more shocking than Shen Yi previously slaying Shi Lianchang.

Facing an immortal treasure with a mortal body, even though it was just a phantom of an immortal treasure, was beyond ordinary comprehension.

"You..."

Situ Fuhai’s arms trembled slightly, staring unbelievably at the ancestor Stele, his eyes falling to that slender figure, his pupils slowly constricting.

Only members of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect knew how terrifying this Immortal Stele truly was.

And they could better understand the vast power hidden under the robe clad body.

"No wonder, no wonder."

He clenched his hand and staggered back two steps, muttering, "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous."

With strength at the, Perfection of Heavenly Realm, in absence of a few top-tier powerhouses and immortals, he was already capable of walking horizontally in Hongze, not to mention that his opponent was so young and mysterious.

"Shi Lianchang, your death was not in vain!"

Situ Fuhai suddenly burst out laughing, his streaked hair disheveled over his shoulders, his aged face twisting ferociously.

Using a fellow sect member’s life in exchange for the life of a peerless genius filled with grievances was worth it!

"The use of the ancestor stele earlier was not its true method." Prince Zi Yang’s eyes shimmered as he looked at Shen Yi, he was now even more treasuring this young man, who could potentially lead a force beyond Hongze if not for the Immortal’s involvement.

"This is a Dragon Cave that can be carried along."

As if validating Zi Yang’s words, Situ Fuhai suddenly knelt down towards the phantom of the ancestor stele and repeatedly kowtowed, "Please, ancestor Stele, bless your disciple, demonstrate Immortal might, and deter the evil demon!"

Despite being a late-stage cultivator of Heavenly Realm, in the Taoist Palace, he forcefully knocked his forehead bloody.

And the ancestor stele responded accordingly.

The densely packed scarlet lines seemed to come to life above, crawling upward like reptiles. Countless patterns of the Quantum Dao Imperial Palace gradually dispersed, converging into one of the Taoist Palace maps.

Counting from the top, it was the twenty-seventh map.

Representing that the owner of this Dao Palace ranked twenty-seventh in the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect throughout the long years.

Situ Fuhai’s complexion quickly turned ruddy, and the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map once again illuminated the land and water. With figures looming, their bodies began to distort and enlarge, resembling the existence of Demon Immortal Divine Weapons, as roars echoed around.

Along with the transformations, his aura exploded incrementally!

In just a few breaths, he reached a level that even Prince Zi Yang frowned slightly—it was indeed an Immortal Stele, even just a phantom, and with the not-so-rich foundation of the Quantum Dao Imperial Sect, if given more time, they might use this immortal treasure to forcibly elevate a Heavenly Realm cultivator to the Dao Realm level!

"If I were also to take action, I could defeat him, but not kill him."

Prince Zi Yang looked at Shen Yi, "How do you plan to end this?"

"..."

Shen Yi casually tossed the ancestor stele, smashing it into the waters and once again stirring massive waves.

But the phantom of the Immortal Treasure, how could it be destroyed by brute force? Even if it could, it was not something that a cultivator in the Heavenly Realm could achieve.

"The Ancestor Stele is still empowering him." Ye Jiu watched as the Ancestor Stele steadily settled on the water surface, and his heart couldn’t help but grow anxious. Don’t be fooled by Situ Fuhai’s strength appearing to cease increasing; as long as the Ancestor Stele was there, his aura was like an endless, surging river.

This was also why Prince Zi Yang could not kill him.

"Is there a way to destroy it?"

Faced with Ye Jiu’s doubt, Qi Yansheng’s eyes widened. If he could answer that question, would the Seven Sons of South Hong still be relegated to a corner?

Ji Jingxi stared intently at Shen Yi, realizing that he did not seem intent on destroying the Immortal Stele.

Sure enough.

The next moment, Shen Yi ignored the changes in Situ Fuhai and turned his gaze toward the top of the Immortal Stele, where ten pictures were displayed.

Unlike other Tao Palace Maps, these ten had small annotations in "wen" script next to them.

And next to the last picture, there were eight small characters.

"Forsake the trodden path, establish a unique presence."

The design was somewhat familiar; it depicted a grand Taoist Palace with nine towering figures, their menacing claws and teeth fully bared.

Situ Fuhai continued his frenzied prostrations, hoping to receive more blessings from the Immortal Treasure.

Shen Yi stood with his arms at his sides, quietly interpreting the Immortal Stele.

The next moment, under the watchful eyes of all, his slightly hoarse voice resonated in everyone’s ears.

"I want it too."

It was not a plea, but more of a command.

Such an attitude could hardly be considered respectful, but the next moment, the crimson blood streak that congregated in Situ Fuhai’s Taoist Palace Map began to move again, climbing toward the higher diagram of the Nine Demon Taoist Palace Map.

"Uh."

Situ Fuhai seemed to sense something amiss, and he looked up blankly, then saw that painting.

It was the most bizarre picture on the Immortal Stele, miraculously appearing from nowhere, not even traceable in the seventeen Sub-sects.

And now, he seemed to have finally found its master.

With this thought, Situ Fuhai panted roughly, his gaze aimlessly drifting toward that figure in dark robes, his previously ruddy face gradually turning pale.

In his line of sight, a blood-red map of Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers gradually unfolded.

Shen Yi’s body slowly rose, settling between the arms of the Taoist Throne.

His palms gently rested on the armrests.

Beside him, large shadows surged, and with their steps echoing slowly, Mountain Lord, Long Jiao, and White Deer, each with a ferocious face, gradually became clear.

Accompanied by these nine demons, the dark robes slowly fluttered.

A fair and handsome young man, like a monarch among demons, leisurely leaned against the throne.

In an instant, a crimson demon aura swept out from the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map, turning the entire sky curtain blood-red, even more vivid than the sunset.

Below him, beyond the long steps, the dying Situ Junrui, like a lowly worm, struggled uncontrollably against the pillar, even if screaming his throat hoarse, his voice was just like that of a mosquito: "Brother... save me... he is the Demon Emperor..."

The Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace finally revealed its true form before the eyes of the world.

And with the empowerment of the Immortal Stele, this Demon Emperor Palace grew even more majestic, standing high in the sky, resembling a blood-soaked Immortal City, with endless ghostly wails and cries chilling to the bone.

Shen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, focusing on Situ Fuhai.

He slightly extended his right palm and then gracefully brought it down, as if pronouncing a sentence on this late-stage Heavenly Realm Sect Master.

"Behead."

As the words settled.

In the blood-red Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly burst forth, reconverging into a skyful of blood clouds, and then swooping down, engulfing the Taoist Palace below.

The scene fell silent, leaving only the roars of evil demons, reminiscent of primal beasts hunting, tearing apart the world’s most succulent flesh.

Until all fell silent.

A piercing wail penetrated everyone’s eardrums, the most desperate cry, also filled with bewildered pleas!

"Why, fellow disciples... why slaughter each other!"

"Why!!"

The cries drifted through the air, the grand Taoist Palace slowly collapsing with endless roars, dissolving into nature’s spiritual energy.

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