Chapter 488: Chapter 488
Chapter 488: Chapter 483: Not Wronged
During the period when the Bronze Gate opened in the past, Zhanbao Zhenren remembered that from a remote part of the Mortal World in the Northern Continent, three Demon Cultivators from the Great Zhao Empire inadvertently entered the Bronze Gate area.
Their strength was not weak, yet their luck was poor, for upon entering the Bronze Gate, they faced the first sunrise over West Mountain.
The trio failed to escape the dark surge, and were disemboweled and devoured by the Fierce Ghosts and Demons within, later, for some unknown reason, these three Demon Cultivators were assimilated into Yin Demons sharing a single sinister mind.
They still retained the consciousness from their human period, yet their bodies could not be considered human by any measure.
Moreover, since they were originally merciless Demon Cultivators, once they became even more potent and malevolent Yin Demons, they naturally turned into beings that people dreaded upon hearing about them.
Many tribal villages with significant Cultivators faced complete annihilation by these three Yin Demons, becoming nothing more than food in their bellies.
They neither received the protection of the Bronze Divine Statue nor cared for it, for they did not fear the oncoming dark surge, and would even eat the Fierce Ghosts when extremely hungry.
To the human eye, the Yin Demons were synonymous with carrion-vultures and corpse-consuming Netherworld Crows.
Even some Immortals in the Tribulation Realm, upon encountering these three alone, would turn and flee without hesitation.
Under normal circumstances, these three Yin Demons naturally would not entertain the idea of provoking Zhanbao Zhenren, the founding ancestor of the Xijian Sect of the Tianxi Sword.
He was one of the few true powerhouses in the Mortal World, not to be bullied even whilst trapped in the Bronze Gate world.
Yet, the situation was now vastly different.
Like mosquitoes drawn to blood, when the Yin Demons learned that Zhanbao Zhenren had audaciously committed mass killings in his own territory, slaughtering none other than the untouchable Divine Servants,
this immense sacrilege against the divine, despite offering up even more blood and faith to the Bronze Divine Tree, the ancient deity within would decisively not bestow a single sliver of the light that repels darkness into the protective Divine Statues.
West Mountain faced the glowing dawn of a first sunrise once more.
However, beyond that restrained sublime dawn, lay boundless utter darkness.
With the loss of divine protection, Zhanbao Zhenren was undoubtedly a tiger without its teeth, nothing to fear.
One of the Yin Demons, with a fierce gleam in its eyes and a ravenous gaze, scanned the heavily populated tribe and stretched out a long crimson tongue to lick its lips, saying, “Little True Man, we three brothers respect you as a character, guarding these weak lambs for so long has surely been hard, and now with the dark surge imminent and your four protective Divine Statues failing in their divinity, unable to protect the region, if you’re willing to hand over a hundred humans for us brothers to feast upon, we would not mind guarding the night for you.”
Although their words seemed negotiable, their demands were entirely bloodthirsty and cruel, the trio’s gazes as cold and greedy as wild beasts’.
Zhanbao Zhenren coldly scoffed, extending a sword finger from his sleeve, roaring Sword Qi transformed into a three-foot Sword Intent, solidifying beneath him, “Using flesh to repel flies only attracts more, spare the nonsense, I wish to see how the demons bred from that great darkness differ from those slain by my sword!”
One particularly tall Yin Demon laughed out loud, his gaze mockingly fixed on him, saying, “You’re merely at the end of your strength, little True Man. By slaughtering Divine Servants, you have already defied the ‘world’s’ will, you might have cultivation, but without Spiritual Power support, how long do you think you can defend those precious chunks of flesh?”
Exposed by these words, Zhanbao Zhenren’s expression turned extremely ugly. With a cold look, he thrust out with his sword, immense Sword Qi splitting mountains and lighting up the long night with an all-penetrating force.
The three Yin Demons laughed in unison, exhaling breath that formed blades, red demonic light devoured that Sword Qi, leaving only a breeze brushing against the face.
This sword tested Zhanbao Zhenren’s real level at the moment, and finding themselves reassured, the Yin Demons felt even more elated.
Simultaneously, they raised their hands in the air, muscles suddenly exploding behind them into twenty-four black, razor-sharp spider legs, no one knew what these Yin Demons ate normally to metamorphose their bodies into this terrifying form.
Each segment of spider leg possessed immense force, shooting upwards, the three soared through the air, engulfing the tribe below, nineteen palms dancing, the twenty-four demonic spider legs stretched out like a huge net swallowing the entire tribe in a devouring pose!
They viciously declared, “Righteous gentlemen, Cultivators of the correct Sword Path, you, arrogant and proud, while rejecting false light, are unwilling to plunge into the darkness, thus sealing your self-inflicted doom today. Do you really think the gods above are moved by your defiant backbone?”
Zhanbao Zhenren ignored their demonic words, extending his arm, unleashing a grand Sword Qi formation, colliding thunderously with the terrifying spider legs, his once fair face now surged with an unnatural flush, swallowing his fury, he coldly uttered, “Noise!”
In the west, the dawn receded, and darkness was about to fall.
The Yin Demons lifted their heads to the sky, coldly smiling, saying, “I really don’t know what you’re holding onto. If the gods truly cared, had compassion for humankind, then in these thousands of years, have you ever seen the sun rise from the east and set in the west, day and night interchange?”
“The gods are heartless, they do not pity mortals.”
“Oh? Is that so?” quite abruptly…
A distant and elegant voice came from the heavens down to earth, carrying supreme sanctity, “In that case, let these three take a good look… to see if my kind indeed has no heart.”
A gentle hand cradling the West Mountain, a sun leaping over thousands of hills and rivers, illuminating a vast darkness, a brilliance unmatched!
That was the unparalleled, singular sun.
In Xihe’s hands, all mountains stilled, elevated into the heavens!
The dark surge, like mortals afraid of light, scrambled back toward the Netherworld Gate.
The three Yin Demons felt unbearable pain on their backs, as the spider legs birthed from their flesh began to melt rapidly under the scorching heavenly light.
Their faces showed terror as they turned around, only to see a goddess clad in red golden robes standing beneath the heavens, a great sun slowly rising behind her, embedding her slender figure within, she was a god walking on sunlight!
But why would a god come here to grant redemption?
She was inviolable, scornful of the Yin Demons.
Upon witnessing this scene, Zhanbao Zhenren felt his True Qi go awry, with his grand Sword Qi formation suddenly vanishing.
Yet then, a mist-like Sword Intent spontaneously arose between heaven and earth.
This Sword Intent was very light, for near the body, none could detect it.
It was also very heavy, for it effortlessly and simply cleaved through the formidable and horrifying bodies of the Yin Demons.
Their bodies, undivided for a thousand years, split apart in midair as if slicing through tofu.
Blood sprayed below, and the demoralized two Yin Demons instantly turned to dust.
Only one Yin Demon remained, bloodied all over, crawling in black soil and yellow sand, too scared to look directly at the deity.
Thus, Zhanbao Zhenren watched as two gods descended from the sky, an impressive man and woman, landing in a peculiar position, not within the tribal area but at the doorway, standing beside two guarding Divine Statues.
They kneeled towards the skies, an act of utmost reverence.
Zhanbao Zhenren’s body shook violently, feeling all of it too surreal.
Who could have imagined that the poor land he had guarded for years could one day attract the personal intervention of gods from the Bronze World?
He could never have also expected to witness the magnificent scene of Ancient Gods kneeling in his lifetime.
But then, these two venerable Ancient Gods, after winning a decisive victory, whom were they sincerely venerating and seeking acknowledgment from?
The puzzled Zhanbao Zhenren soon saw in the eight hundred li long Chang Feng Sword Intent, a young man cloaked in a cape and bearing snow landing in front of the kneeling Ancient Gods, and then he lifted his hand, calmly stating, “Rise.”
The soul-stirred Zhanbao Zhenren watched as the two, following the young man’s instruction, respectfully got up, their faces devoid of the pride and sanctity they held against the Yin Demons.
Witnessing this, the surviving last Yin Demon finally realized that the death of them three brothers that day was justified.