Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 1001 - 540: Dao Fruit? The Ferocious Yi Chengzi

A hundred years is a long time, yet a flicker in the pan.

The cleansing passage of a century is enough to wash away most of the filth from the Sun and Moon Holy Dynasty, as the Taoist fortified the faltering realm with his iron and blood, fitting it with knees of iron.

This starry night, an unbidden guest arrived at the Divine Capital of the Demon Demon Divine Dynasty, a place the Human Race had never set foot in.

He hovered in the void, his might unimaginable.

"Yi Chunyang, do you truly wish to destroy us both? You should think twice, for there are a million Demon Guards in this Divine Capital of mine," spoke three Great Demons emerging from deep within the Divine Capital, their faces ashen and shocked at the unanticipated arrival of the Taoist.

The Great Formation of the Divine Capital activated, with demonic winds howling and Demonic Qi rushing to the sky, countless Monsters and Demons armed with Armored Soldiers surged forward, with numerous gazes converging on the Taoist's exposed, strong chest.

That one purple petal blooming in the night's veil, emanating a deep, serene light.

"The three old friends jest, a hundred years ago you may have had a chance to fight me to the death, but now, that chance is gone."

"To my eyes, what difference is there between these million Monsters and Demons and a million pigs and goats?"

"With my True Technique, incorporating the Decay Dao, I demonstrate my Divine Skills!"

The Taoist gazed down at the Divine Capital, unfazed by the pressure of the Great Formation, while a million formidable Monsters and Demons watched him like tigers do their prey, when suddenly he uttered aloud,

"Weapons! Weapons! Weapons!"

Crack, crack, crack!

Before their horrified eyes, the Monsters and Demons found that the weapons in their hands began emitting a grating sound of cracking at the Taoist's shout.

Countless metallic blades shattered, reflecting the moonlight as they ascended.

On every piece of broken blade was reflected the terrified and desperate visage of a Monster or Demon.

In that instant, the blade fragments exploded into a terrifying storm of energy, swirling around the Taoist's Cultivation Body like bands of silver light.

The Divine Capital's Great Formation, maintained for tens of thousands of years, shattered as if struck by thunder.

At this moment, the million Demon Guards' eyes were bulging with the urge to fight to the death when suddenly they felt the world around them suddenly weighed down, the erupting demon power forcefully repressed by an Alien Force, pushing it back into their bodies, turning countless Monster and Demon faces the color of a pig's liver.

"I hear the Demon Demon Divine Dynasty has an Ancient Divine Weapon, the Myriad Demon Heavenly Cauldron, with enchanting Divinity and splendid strangeness. I'm delighted and yearning for it, and hence, I've come tonight to claim it by the moonlight."

"Fear not, my three friends, tonight I shall slay you, the three scruffy eagles, take the cauldron, and leave without bullying the weak," said the Taoist, as his aura surged like the anger of the deep sea, and suddenly with a pointed finger, the three supreme Great Grandmasters of the Demon Demon Divine Dynasty watched helplessly as a fingertip magnified within their own pupils, magnified, and ultimately burst.

——

Twenty years later.

At the border tavern, the noise of patrons filled the air.

A young swordsman, deep in his cups, bellowed loudly.

"Come, let the play resume, and make sure to remember how I look.

Even if I spill blood on the battlefield, the heat of my blood will still be felt."

An old soldier watched with a sneer at a rich merchant flaunting his gold and jade.

Drawing a steel blade full of notches, he laughed and said:

"Landlord, come and see, don't scoff at my rotten blade.

Yet the true gold that remains unexchanged, is the clarity of right and wrong within my heart."

"....."

——

In the Sun and Moon Holy Dynasty's palace.

"Holy Master, why didn't you take the city alone that day?" asked a one-armed swordsman with an aged demeanor, who could not restrain from asking the question he had kept for twenty years, as he set down his three-stringed instrument with a smile.

"Because, you must seek your own vengeance.

I can help you for a moment, but not for a lifetime; only through fire and blood can true Strength be forged," the Taoist turned his head with a smile, and gladly accepted a peeled grape handed over by Mu Dan,

After eating the grape, the Taoist abruptly said,

"Chang Baisheng, I must leave."

"Imperial Uncle, where are you going?" asked the aged one-armed swordsman, more urgently this time.

"He who has no foresight will find sorrow at hand, all beings must transcend the Infinite Tribulations, it is time for me to go where I must."

"But the Sun and Moon Holy Dynasty cannot be without the World-Shaking Pure Yang."

"You're mistaken, if the day comes when the sun falls and does not rise." He patted Mu Dan's delicate, boneless hand and slowly stood up, continuing,

"Then each and every one of you will be the yet unrisen World-Shaking Pure Yang!"

"Yearning for the sun is the true Heavenly Dao, this is the power that will never fall!"

"The time is almost upon us, I should take my leave."

With those words, the Taoist stamped a single foot, triggering the Extreme Origin Heavenly Opening, with the Fierce Extreme Element suddenly bursting through the palace, tearing apart the eaves, and his form shot into the sky.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Wind became stormy, and amidst the flashes of lightning, a terrifying portal of thunderous prison appeared.

At the same time, the Heaven Realm's eight wildernesses all sent rainbow glows converging towards the Taoist.

With Pure Yang Refining Extreme, his aura was as imposing as a prison.

Amidst the endless flames, the Taoist's Soul stood tall and mighty, with one tear the portal of the thunderous prison was split open, his figure flashed, darting rapidly through space, entering that terrifying and dark portal.

——

Time passes, a thousand years later.

Dragon chants ripple through regal reigns, with frequent changes in emperors.

Varied ups and downs, casually discussed by fishermen and woodcutters.

Fox tracks and rabbit burrows in the courts, noble descendants stand barefoot, longing.

No one knew why the Taoist left, nor where he went.

But from then on, there was no longer a Demon Demon Divine Dynasty.

Only the petty insects of night, scripting histories of national sorrows.

A pity that, with the insects' demise, their names extinguished, the rivers will flow eternally nonetheless.

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