I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 31
Chapter 31: God-Devouring
A colossal, jet-black hand descended slowly.
Its descent was so gradual that every detail became chillingly clear.
This was no mere hand.
It was a concept, a construct formed from billions of twisting Law Demonic Patterns coalescing into a single, all-encompassing idea:
Deprivation.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God’s massive eyeball trembled violently in the sky.
For the first time, its chaotic consciousness experienced a clear, undeniable, and irresistible threat.
It wanted to flee!
It yearned to retreat back through the bloody rift, to return to its own disordered dimension!
But it couldn’t move.
The entire space had been utterly sealed by the Demon God’s illusory projection, its overwhelming presence suffocating every inch.
This place had become the Human Emperor’s court of judgment.
Until the sovereign passed sentence, the condemned had no right to escape.
ROAR—!
The primal instinct for survival overcame its fear of hierarchy.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God unleashed a furious roar.
On the surface of its colossal eyeball, all the stitched-together human faces simultaneously opened their mouths.
Billions of curses, billions of chaotic Divine Powers, coalesced into a filthy torrent capable of corrupting an entire continent. The torrent roared skyward, crashing against the slowly descending pitch-black giant hand!
This was its final stand, its all-or-nothing struggle!
Yet facing this cataclysmic strike, Fang Zheng and the Demon God Voidwalk behind him showed not the slightest reaction.
They allowed the filthy torrent to slam mercilessly into the palm of the pitch-black giant hand.
No explosion.
No impact.
The filthy Divine Power, potent enough to instantly dissolve a Dao Harmonization Stage cultivator into pus and blood, vanished upon contact with the hand, swallowed up like a clay ox sinking into the sea—silent and without a trace.
Yes.
Absorbed.
The billions of Law Demonic Patterns on the giant hand glowed faintly, devouring all the power without causing the slightest ripple.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God’s will froze completely.
Its most powerful attack couldn’t even make its opponent pause for a moment.
What a despairing gulf!
Fang Zheng watched the scene unfold, his heart filled with a profound understanding.
As expected.
Before the absolute power of Imperial Authority, all the tricks of thieves are futile.
The enemy’s strength had been stolen from this very world.
Now, I, as the Human Emperor of this realm, shall reclaim it.
What can you possibly use to resist?
With no further hesitation, Fang Zheng’s will of judgment descended with absolute finality.
At that very moment, the pitch-black armor formed by the Human Emperor’s Hell-Suppressing Body underwent a sudden transformation.
The originally decorative, ferocious demonic patterns on the armor’s surface began to writhe.
Like countless living black snakes, they rapidly shifted and reorganized themselves.
In the next instant—
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Countless tiny, pitch-black fissures resembling infants’ mouths opened simultaneously across every inch of the armor.
Chest, back, arms, thighs…
A dense, endless swarm!
Each gaping maw revealed a bottomless darkness ringed by rows of razor-sharp demonic patterns.
The mouths gaped open, emitting silent cries of longing and desperation!
Fang Zheng gazed upon this scene, a sudden realization dawning in his heart.
These are the mouths of all living beings!
The manifestations of countless souls devoured by the False God, their life essences stolen, now materializing under the call of my Imperial Dao!
They weep! They scream! They demand!
They yearn to personally reclaim what is rightfully theirs from the thief!
As you wish.
Fang Zheng murmured inwardly.
In the next instant, the armor covering his body—a carapace swarming with mouths—erupted in a blinding torrent of black light that blazed across the sky!
嗡——!
An indescribable, irresistible, and utterly savage devouring force erupted from Fang Zheng’s body!
This power didn’t target the external world.
It transcended space, ignoring distance, and struck directly at the “source” of the Flesh and Blood Eyeball hanging in the sky!
As if an invisible giant hand had seized the core of the Flesh and Blood Ancient God and began forcefully extracting it!
Hoah—! Aaaaaaaaaah—!
For the first time, the Flesh and Blood Ancient God emitted a clear, agonizing scream filled with boundless pain and terror.
This sound didn’t travel through the air; it detonated directly within the soul.
The dying Sun Qing bled from all seven orifices, his Divine Soul nearly shattering on the spot.
He looked up in horror.
The mountain-sized Flesh and Blood Eyeball in the sky was deflating at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a punctured balloon!
Strands of the purest, most primal Flesh and Blood Divine Power were being forcibly extracted from its body.
These strands transformed into countless crimson streams, converging in mid-air to form a vast, crimson celestial river.
The river’s end wasn’t anywhere else.
It led directly to the Demon God below, whose body was covered in mouths!
The terrifying armor he wore greedily devoured every drop of power, leaving nothing behind.
This wasn’t an attack.
This wasn’t destruction.
This was a higher-tier, more thorough “plunder”!
A higher-dimensional being was consuming its “sustenance”!
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God struggled frantically, but the more it struggled, the faster its power drained away.
It felt like a blood bag riddled with holes, being mercilessly squeezed dry by a high-powered pump!
As its power dwindled, the gaping flesh wound in the sky flickered erratically and slowly shrank.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God was being forcibly dragged out of its God Realm, severing its connection to its true form!
Its consciousness was drowning in unprecedented fear and agony.
It felt itself being devoured, bit by bit, its “existence” fading into “non-existence.”
This was a fate far more terrifying than death or annihilation.
It would become part of its adversary, fuel for its power, leaving not even a trace…
Pain.
Terror.
And a primal dread, born from the deepest recesses of its being—the instinctive shudder of prey being hunted.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God’s chaotic will, assaulted by this unprecedented sensation, teetered on the brink of collapse.
It had existed for countless eons, devoured countless worlds, and faced formidable adversaries.
But it had never experienced anything like this.
Its opponent wasn’t destroying its Divine Body or extinguishing its Divinity.
It was… eating it.
As casually as a mortal gnawing on a barley cake to satisfy hunger—utterly natural, utterly inevitable.
This sensation, this absolute, dimension-spanning predation, forced open a long-sealed memory fragment deep within the Flesh and Blood Ancient God’s chaotic consciousness—a fragment it had sealed away for countless eons, almost forgotten even by itself.
It was an endless, pitch-black starry void.
There, upon a throne constructed from the corpses of gods and buddhas, sat an equally colossal but far more solid, far more domineering Demonic Shadow.
That being merely glanced.
An Ancient God of the same level, whose Divine Office was “Lies,” had his God Realm collapse and his Divine Authority shatter. All its power transformed into the purest essence, which the Demonic Shadow devoured in a single gulp.
That existence was but a thought.
The laws of the entire universe wailed, and the faith of countless beings trembled.
It was the true Supreme Sovereign, standing at the pinnacle of the Demonic Path—the unparalleled sovereign of all ages.
The Ancient Demon Sovereign!
That name, along with the primal terror etched into the deepest recesses of its being, had awakened!
The will of the Flesh and Blood Ancient God shattered with a thunderous roar!
Its massive, withering lone eye stared fixedly at the figure below.
That aura…
That method of plunder…
That supreme domineering intent, viewing all existence as mere sustenance…
There could be no mistake!
Absolutely no mistake!
This wasn’t some newly born Demon Lord!
This was the forbidden existence who had once made gods and Buddhas tremble—the one who had returned from slumber!
He had returned!
Once it grasped this truth, the pitiful struggles and resistance within the Flesh and Blood Ancient God vanished without a trace.
Replaced by an infinite, overwhelming, all-consuming instinct for survival!
Against such a being, defiance was a death sentence.
Only… submission!
To exchange the most abject, most complete submission for a sliver of hope, a faint chance at life!
The next moment.
The soul-shattering, agonizing wail abruptly ceased.
The Flesh and Blood Ancient God ceased all struggle.
In its massive, singular eye, all traces of madness, chaos, and savagery receded, leaving only a clear, pure, utterly abject… reverence and submission.
It even severed its connection to the fleshy gash in the sky, completely isolating itself within this Hall of Judgment.
Through its actions, it demonstrated its “sincerity” to that supreme being.
This sudden shift caught Fang Zheng slightly off guard.
He could clearly sense the False God’s rebellious power suddenly vanishing.