Great Demon - Chapter 115 Part 1

The dim twilight, initially suppressed by the Obsidian Dragon’s overwhelming presence, rose once more, as the flames of the Divine Sun were again blocked outside the barrier.

Beyond the wide-open celestial gates, several devil-possessed scattered immortals attempted to break into the Heavenly Palace, only to be driven back down the Heavenly Ladder, unable to advance another step.

Now, the oppressive might of the Nine Heavens was even greater than when the Heavenly Emperor reigned, like a guillotine hanging overhead, chilling and terrifying.

Before Kunyi’s body perished, the devil that had seized her had split into thousands of divine senses. Yet now, those divine senses had nearly dissipated, and not a single devil emerged from the devil gate.

The gods and immortals in the Heavenly Palace were dumbfounded as they looked toward the Mortal Realm. The entire world was shrouded in devilish mist, engulfed in darkness. Demons and devils had already stepped out of the devil gate—if they delayed any longer, the Mortal Realm would surely become a living hell!

Changying held her jaw, feeling dizzy and weak, each step an arduous effort. The spot where her reverse scale should’ve been seemed to have suffered a devastating blow, as if struck with bone-shattering force. The pain spread from the bare spot on her jaw to every corner of her body.

Such agony was beyond human endurance. She lowered her gaze and let out a slow, trembling breath. But as she recalled that she had been the one who forced Zhuyou back into the devil gate, it was as if she had been struck by lightning.

It was her. She was the one who sent Zhuyou back into the devil gate. If not for that, Zhuyou would still be safe.

She did not know what had happened within the devil gate, but without a doubt, it was related to Guanshang.

She…

She should never have let Zhuyou return to the devil gate. She still did not know what horrors lurked within the Endless Abyss—how could she have let Zhuyou go back?

A dazed expression clouded Changying’s face. Her fingers curled, scratching two glaring red marks onto her neck.

The gods and immortals cried out, “Your Divinity, the Mortal Realm is in danger!”

Changying snapped out of her thoughts, lowering her hand slowly. Somehow, she suddenly understood why Xuanqing had insisted on dying before. Though she had not completely lost the will to live, it felt as though a part of her heart had become hollow.

A dark, malicious thought surfaced within her, as though all the murderous energy around her had gathered into one place. She clenched her teeth so hard that a grinding sound echoed, as if she wished to crush Guanshang’s body to dust. Her heart roared—how dare Guanshang!

“The devils have yet to arrive, but could Guanshang have descended to the Mortal Realm? The Mortal Realm is swarming with demons and devils!” an immortal shouted in alarm.

Changying raised her hand to touch the space between her brows, forcibly steadying her mind. Her icy golden eyes swept downward—Kunyi’s divine sense had completely dissipated, and the devil gate, once held open by her divine consciousness, had finally shut.

Now that the devil gate was closed, there was no telling whether Zhuyou could still make it out.

And she had no idea… whether she could get in.

Her gaze darkened at the thought. An immense pressure burst forth from her without restraint, and the gods and immortals, who were already struggling under its weight, felt their knees buckle, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The wound inflicted by the realm beyond’s divine force had yet to heal. Perhaps, even after it did, the scar would never fade. The spell that had stopped her bleeding suddenly failed, and fresh blood oozed from her palm once more, dripping to the ground and instantly forming a thick layer of frost.

“Your Divinity!” another immortal called out. “The Evil-Punisher Divine Lord is already battling the demons and devils! Immortals Piaomiao and Zhiying are leading a group of scattered immortals toward the Mortal Realm’s dragon veins!”

Changying’s pale lips moved slightly. “I understand.” Her expression grew even paler, her demeanor increasingly cold and distant.

In the distance, two demons, bathed in the divine light of the Nine Heavens, approached slowly—it was Yueyin and her attendant.

Although Yueyin had consumed the medicinal decoction brewed from the Withered Vine, her demon power had been seized by Guanshang, leaving her barely able to walk. Each step was a struggle, her breath labored. Without the support of her attendant, she would not have made it to Changying.

Changying had never seen this demon lord before, but she could sense the lingering presence of Zhuyou upon her. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she quickly deduced Yueyin’s identity.

It must have been when the devil gate opened that she managed to escape.

Guanshang had intended to claim the Nine Heavens, but with Kunyi’s body destroyed, the devil hidden within it had no choice but to flee, forcing Guanshang to abandon the Nine Heavens.

Yueyin, drenched in cold sweat, struggled under the crushing pressure that had blanketed the heavens for days. Blood welled up in her throat, but she swallowed the metallic taste down, forcing herself to bow. “Divine Venerable.”

Changying cast a sidelong glance at her.

Yueyin raised a trembling hand, her fingers tightly curled around something unseen. In a weak, faltering voice, she said, “Your Divinity, this is a wisp of the Devil Lord’s devil aura. With it, you can enter the devil gate.”

Changying’s breath caught, her brows knitting as she fixed Yueyin with a scrutinizing gaze.

Sensing her doubt, Yueyin added, “I would never dare deceive the Divine Venerable. My demon power was taken by the Devil Lord, and he cast me out of the devil gate. It was the Vermillion Phoenix who saved me.”

Changying’s eyes flickered slightly at the mention of Zhuyou.

Seeing her lingering doubt, Yueyin continued, “Previously, the Vermillion Phoenix came to the Demon Realm specifically to use me as bait to draw out the Devil Lord. I agreed—after all, the Demon Realm should never have been dragged into this. My demon seal is still in the hands of the Devil Lord’s top general. As long as the seal remains with him, the demon army will obey his command. I beseech the Divine Venerable to retrieve it and restore peace to the Three Realms.”

At last, Changying reached out, her hand hovering beneath Yueyin’s clenched fingers.

Yueyin slowly unfurled her hand, allowing a wisp of devil aura to sink into Changying’s palm.

“Very well.” Changying clenched the devil aura tightly to prevent it from dissipating under the divine light.

Suddenly, a deep, bell-like voice resonated from within the main hall—it was the Immovable Buddha.

“Divine Venerable, I have something to give you.”

Changying’s figure shot forward like a streak of light, swiftly heading toward the main hall. Her hair billowed behind her, golden ornaments glinting amidst the strands. Her expression was as cold and emotionless as ice.

In the collapsed main hall, the airborne dust had already settled to the ground. The towering walls and pillars were completely shattered, and even the jade floor was reduced to an unrecognizable state. Only the seat beneath the Immovable Buddha remained as steady as Mount Kun.

As Changying stepped over the rubble and dust toward the seat, the Immovable Buddha continued to roll his prayer beads, murmuring sacred chants under his breath.

Changying frowned. She was already burning with anxiety, unable to wait even a single moment longer. The frustration nearly surged to her throat.

“Hurry.” Changying’s pale lips moved as she forcibly suppressed her impatience, speaking in a calm voice.

The Immovable Buddha suddenly opened his eyes and turned his broad palm upward. In the center of his palm, a pagoda unexpectedly materialized. It shone with divine light, covered in dense Buddhist scriptures—clearly the very sutras he had just been chanting!

His gaze was deep and steady as he moved his fingers with a lotus-like motion, forming a seal. A golden imprint descended onto the pagoda.

This was—the Devil-Suppressing Tower.

The tower was inscribed with intricate and densely packed Buddhist scriptures, something that could not have been completed in a single day. It became evident that the Immovable Buddha had been chanting prayers day and night just to forge this Devil-Suppressing Tower.

The Immovable Buddha spoke in an indifferent tone. “The last Devil-Suppressing Tower I forged was too weak, an embarrassment before the Divine Venerable. This time, I have spent nearly a hundred years forging this one—it should be able to contain the wicked devils.”

“A hundred years ago, after the battle in the devil’s domain, you reforged the tower once more?” Changying gazed steadily at the Devil-Suppressing Tower.

“That is correct.” The Immovable Buddha gave a slight nod.

Changying reached out to receive it. As her sleeve slid down to her elbow, revealing her slender wrist, the wounds on her palm were raw and bleeding.

The tower lifted from the Immovable Buddha’s hand and slowly landed in hers.

“This time, I will not let the Dharma King’s craftsmanship go to waste.” Changying closed her fingers around it, and in an instant, the pagoda disappeared into her storage space.

The Immovable Buddha nodded and said nothing more.

Changying turned and walked out of the main hall. The gathered immortals did not know what she had discussed with the Immovable Buddha, and they hurriedly asked, “Your Divinity, do you require our assistance?”

“There’s no need. Stay and guard the Heavenly Palace.” Changying stood upon the sea of clouds, her golden eyes looking down upon the Three Realms with an imperious gaze. In the next instant, her figure transformed into the Obsidian Dragon, whose shimmering black scales reflected the celestial radiance, even more dazzling than the twilight glow.

“I will descend to the Mortal Realm,” she added.

Now that all the devil gates in the Nine Heavens were sealed, she had no choice but to travel to the Mortal Realm. Only through the devil gate there could she enter the Endless Abyss.

The Obsidian Dragon streaked downward like a meteor, its momentum swift and unstoppable. As its tail lashed out, it shattered the clouds, leaving behind a winding trail in the sky.

With the Obsidian Dragon’s departure, the suffocating pressure on the immortals slightly eased. Yueyin’s legs nearly gave out beneath her, and she almost collapsed. Her attendant quickly supported her, asking nervously, “Your Majesty, should we return to the Demon Realm?”

“Yes.” Yueyin nodded. She was not an immortal of the Nine Heavens and had no reason to linger here for long.

***

In the Mortal Realm, the rampant devil aura had already engulfed the Eastern Continent. The blazing sun in the sky was completely obscured, and it was unclear whether the haze above was mist or smoke.

A fierce wind howled continuously, sending chills down the backs of all who felt it. It was as if winter had suddenly returned. Yet, the icy gusts could not clear away the oppressive black fog hanging over everything.

Mortals trembled as they hurried to hide inside their homes. But even with doors and windows tightly shut, the eerie black mist still seeped through roof tiles and the smallest cracks. The wind howled, making the doors and windows rattle as if someone were knocking.

Who would dare to open the door? Whatever was outside was beyond strange—if anyone opened their door now, they would surely lose their life!

Huoshu clutched Hanzhu tightly as they hid in a patch of grass, covering their mouths and noses while watching demon soldiers and devil spirits emerge from a ravine in the distance. She didn’t dare make a single sound, afraid that even the slightest noise would draw the demons’ attention and lead to her immediate death.

She gripped Hanzhu’s arm tightly, worriedly glancing behind her. After hesitating for a long moment, she decisively placed her own hand over Hanzhu’s mouth and nose, just in case she suddenly let out some sorrowful cry.

Hanzhu was caught off guard, her eyes widening as she stared at the rat demon before her, but she dared not utter a word. She merely swallowed quietly.

Immortals Zhiying and Piaomiao descended gracefully, their silk sashes unfurling. As the fabric swept through the air, it burst into radiant colors, forcefully splitting apart the surging devil aura.

However, the devil aura clawed and writhed, quickly closing the gap and filling the space once more.

The scattered immortals stepped forward to assist. They had been summoned by the Divine Search Decree and naturally followed its wielder’s command. Now that the Mortal Realm was in crisis, how could they stand idly by?

Immortal Zhiying used her silk sash as a rope, binding several devil soldiers into a tight bundle. But to her shock, the devil soldiers broke free, and with a sharp tear, her silk sash was shredded into two!

These devil soldiers possessed spiritual power far beyond what their cultivation should have allowed. With just a fraction of their strength, they had destroyed her magical artifact.

Immortal Zhiying swiftly retreated, pressing against Immortal Piaomiao’s side. Her voice was cold as she said, “There’s something strange about these devils.”

Immortal Piaomiao nodded. “They carry power from beyond the realm.”

“Could it be that the power beyond the realm is truly inexhaustible for these devils?” Immortal Zhiying formed a hand seal, and suddenly, flowers bloomed beneath her feet—vibrant and delicate blossoms sprouting everywhere, climbing over houses and pavilions alike.

If not for the devilish aura lingering in the air, Changming City would have been like an immortal paradise.