Inner Demons

Chapter 187: Evil Heresy

"You're bluffing." Upon hearing his words, Yue Yunzi does not hesitate for even a moment and immediately presses his hand down!

A green vapor immediately appears where Qingfuzi died, and at the same time, a sigh of relief is heard.

Then the green vapor shakes slightly and turns into a slender human figure with no facial features. Its limbs are long and its torso is short, and its head is like a green candle flame that is about to be extinguished in the wind. In just one breath, this human figure grows to the height of three Li Yunxins, standing unsteadily, and looks down at the two of them.

Yue Yunzi takes another step forward and shouts in a low voice, "Don't you think I have other means?! But, it's too late!"

He raises his hand high, and his wide sleeves flap in the wind stirred by the Painting Formation. "Astral God—where are you!"

As soon as his voice falls, thirty-six beams of black light immediately rise into the sky from inside and outside Weicheng, piercing the heavens!

The people below the platform cannot see this scene, but in Li Yunxin's eyes, it is a shocking sight.

Originally, the sky was just heavily overcast with rain clouds.

But now, those thirty-six "Nether Spirit Astral Gods" formed from the spiritual energy of the dead Daoist priests pierce into the clouds, and the rain clouds undergo a terrifying change. In the eyes of a cultivator, the clouds are no longer gray, but a dark, ghostly green.

The wind between heaven and earth no longer makes a whooshing sound, but instead, countless small, mournful voices cry out, "Why did you kill me…," "I will have my revenge…," "I died an unjust death…" These are all the words left behind by the cultivators before they were killed.The resentment of the Nether Spirits quickly seeps into the Spiritual Power cycle of Li Yunxin's Painting Formation, like poisonous vines exploring into a human body along the blood vessels and meridians.

And in a certain sense—the Painting Formation that Li Yunxin drew is a person. The resentment of these Nether Spirits is indeed exploring the "person's" body.

But it is still far from being able to completely occupy and corrupt the spiritual energy flow in the Painting Formation.

After all, that spiritual energy is based on the faith of tens of thousands of people. The faith of these people on the platform today is the source of the Spiritual Power of this grand array.

Yue Yunzi certainly understands this. He uses two breaths of time to say two sentences and do two things.

And that Li Yunxin seems to have been scared stiff by this array and has also taken two steps back. He stares at Yue Yunzi, then looks at the people below who are confused and have no idea what is happening. He points at the True Realm Daoist priest and shouts, "Impossible! The spiritual energy of my Painting Formation comes from the faith of the tens of thousands of people below! If their faith does not die, you cannot do anything to my Painting Formation! If you cannot do anything to my Painting Formation, I can summon rain! If I summon rain, you will have no way to do anything unless you can—"

At this point, Li Yunxin abruptly stops speaking, as if he has thought of something terrifying and unbelievable.

His gaze quickly shifts between Yue Yunzi and the crowd below, and he takes another step back. "You, you, you… do you really want to kill them?!"

Yue Yunzi immediately laughs maniacally in the increasingly strong wind. "Hahahahaha! I'm not the one who kills them, you and this demon are! When the Daoist Orthodoxy comes, after you have all been slaughtered by me, who do you think they will believe besides me?!"

He does not use his divine abilities to say this.

But as soon as his voice falls, he immediately uses a serious and sincere voice that can be heard by tens of thousands of people.

"What a bold demon! You dare to commit murder in front of me and now you want to sacrifice the lives of the people in this city to refine your evil techniques?! How can I allow you to be so arrogant?!"

After he says this, Yue Yunzi flicks his sleeve, and the sky suddenly turns dark.

This time, the tens of thousands of people near the Divine Dragon Temple can see the scene that Li Yunxin is seeing.

Tens of thousands of people are spread out on the ground, crowding all the way from Taoxi Road to Willow Street. Such a large area is now covered by the spiritual energy of the True Realm Daoist priest.

Yue Yunzi uses his astonishing divine abilities to sever the cause and effect of half of Liuhe Prefecture with this world.

Passersby outside this area look inside and see the same gloomy sky, the rain clouds that seem to be within reach, and the lively people looking at the distant Divine Dragon Temple.

However, once a person takes a step across the boundary line, they can no longer get out. What they will see is the sky filled with black clouds, thirty-six blue-black light pillars standing between heaven and earth, and a terrifying cloud mass in the sky that looks like a poisonous cloud. What they will hear is a venomous roar, a mournful wail in the wind, and hot, suffocating air entering their bodies.

Once they feel fear and surprise and try to escape, they will find that no matter how fast or hard they run, they will always be stepping in the same place where they came in. The normal, stuffy, and unremarkable world outside is within reach.

Yet, they cannot escape.

This despair will be even greater than the fear from before.

The first reaction of every person who suddenly sees this scene is to flee. This scene, the words of the Daoist priest, and the intense fear caused by the Daoist Arts using the human energy, all urge them to flee! To flee with all their might!

So without any divine abilities or techniques, a terrifying death begins to spread among the tens of thousands of people. They shove, trample, and fight. In the end, everyone gathers at the boundary of this area, and waves of people hope to rush out, but their lives end here.

If you were to look down from the sky, you would find that after a quarter of an hour, this area has almost turned black and red. A line of blood with a more distinct color encircles this scene of carnage—and almost no one is left alive within that circle.

Li Yunxin stares at all of this, dumbfounded, and after a long while, he turns to look at Yue Yunzi. "You…"

"In this way, the energy of resentful spirits is enough." Yue Yunzi raises his head and lets out a long breath. "A thousand years ago, this array killed that Painting Saint who entered the devil's path. Now I have recreated this array. At that time, it was a hundred and eight Profound Realm cultivators who were refined into Nether Spirits, but now my array only takes the thirty-six Heavenly Stems to refine them into Astral God Nether Spirits."

"At this point, you should really understand what I said. Do you really think I came for that Lingkongzi, for that Lucid Jade Slip?" Yue Yunzi turns and walks slowly to the edge of the platform, looking down at the flesh and blood on the ground.

Some people did not die, but were only seriously injured.

Some people, seeing the bad situation, hid in the houses and escaped the calamity.

But such people only account for one or two thousandths of the tens of thousands, only a few hundred people.

A dying person below the platform sees Yue Yunzi's figure, and with great difficulty, reaches out from the pool of blood, shouting loudly for the immortal to save him and bring him up.

Yue Yunzi looks at those people and lets out a merciful sigh.

He extends a finger and kills them one by one from a distance, as if crushing ants. As he points, he says, "I want to stay in Weicheng and hold the power. Not to mention that you are not important enough, even that Second Dragon Son Yazi is not important enough."

"Even if he wasn't injured, a Profound Realm demon would still be a threat. Why wouldn't I get rid of him and stay here instead? So he won't do."

"The real opponent is that old Lord of Dongting."

Yue Yunzi kills all the people below the platform and ignores those who are hiding in the houses for the time being. He puts his hands behind his back, raises his head, and looks at the green clouds in the fierce wind, sighing. "That old thing took a human form three thousand years ago and was confined in Dongting two thousand years ago. After that, the Dragon's Sons appeared, and people's attention was all focused on those Dragon's Sons and those restless great demons."

"How could they know… that Lord of Dongting is the terrifying opponent who holds the greatest secret in this world. And because of that secret… he watched Chiwen die. Heh."

"Now that my array is complete, I will use it to fight that old thing. I want to see… what he is guarding." Yue Yunzi has his back to Li Yunxin and no longer cares about him or the "Dragon Lady."

He has already seen through all of his opponent's plans. He also knows that there are four other demons beside him, and those four demons are now outside the city.

However, no matter what they are plotting outside the city, they are not a threat.

That Grotto-heaven Sect Master, Kun Wuzi, said that there were only two high-level cultivators in the Hejian Region of Qing Kingdom, him and himself. But in reality, there is a third.

Not counting that Linliang Zi of the Mutual Aid Society, he had already invited a fellow Daoist a month ago. That person is a Sword Sect Enlightened Master named Tongfengzi, whose cultivation is powerful and unrivaled, and whose sword qi can come and go freely from a hundred miles away.

Later, that Sword Sect cultivator will go outside of Weicheng to deal with the four demons—which is truly a waste of talent—and then return to the city to meet up with him and conspire against the Lord of Dongting.

What's more, his grand array is now complete.

While he is talking to Li Yunxin with his back to him, he uses his own Spiritual Power to guide the skyrocketing resentment of the tens of thousands of dead people into the Painting Formation that Li Yunxin had set up.

He has his Spiritual Power circulate along the meridians of the Painting Formation's spiritual energy flow, causing the resentment he guides to gradually corrupt the spiritual energy in the Painting Formation until it is completely replaced.

Slowly, he realizes that this formation is truly exquisite—the points and nodes are all in proper order and have the style of a master. That Li Yunxin used canals, roads, and various points and surfaces to draw a person on the vast land of Weicheng. It is not only in the shape of a person, but also has the meridians laid out within it.

Such skill and vision can be considered a genius of this age.

His formation is getting stronger and stronger, and in just six breaths of time, it completely expels the spiritual energy from the Painting Formation that Li Yunxin had set up and uses it for his own purposes.

"So now, this Weicheng and the land for a hundred miles around it are all under the control of my array." Yue Yunzi lets out a long breath, looking up at the sky. "It is said that a thousand years ago, the Painting Saint who entered the devil's path was good at using formations. So this Grand Yin Spirit Formation is a formation of substitution—it uses resentment to replace spiritual energy. No matter how exquisite your formation is, it will eventually become mine. It's as if I am controlling my own arm, and it's even more convenient than you controlling it. This is the unity of man and formation, forming its own domain."

"So now, you—" Yue Yunzi says, and he slowly turns around.

Turning is a completely effortless movement, but he stops halfway through his turn.

After a moment of surprise, he extends his hand.

A drop of rain falls on his palm.

Then his forehead feels a little cold.

Then he sees thousands of large raindrops falling from the sky like bright white threads...

It is raining.

"This is the weather. It has made things easy for you, child." Yue Yunzi lets out a cold snort and points his hand at the sky, shouting in a low voice, "Disperse!"

After this shout, the ghostly green dense clouds in the sky immediately tumble and dissipate.

But what is revealed is not sunlight and a clear blue sky, but—

A more gloomy and heavy layer of clouds, with streaks of lightning rolling within!

Yue Yunzi is stunned, and his eyes widen.

A thick bolt of lightning flashes through the clouds, instantly illuminating his face!

"You—" The True Realm cultivator finally realizes that something is wrong. He abruptly turns around, and then he is stunned again.

The one standing behind him is no longer the white-robed Li Yunxin.

But a tall divine demon.

Its body is covered in a bluish-green scaled armor, and its neck is covered in a thick, snow-white mane. A pair of ferocious red horns stand tall, and it is slightly lowering its head, with a cruel and mocking expression, staring intently at him with a pair of golden eyes.

And the Dragon Lady behind him is nowhere to be seen.

"It's not the weather, you fool."

The divine demon stretches, and the scales on its body clatter, as if countless sharp blades are rubbing against each other. It seems that it has been bound for a very long time and has been enduring for a very long time.

And now it can finally do something to its heart's content, so even its tone, smile, and actions seem arrogant and unruly.

"I am the one bringing the rain." It says as it raises its left hand. In its palm, a ball of clouds and mist swirls, and thin, hair-like lightning bolts roll within the clouds—as if the lightning and clouds in the sky have all shrunk into its palm.

"You are—" The heavy rain has already started, soaking Yue Yunzi's hair. However, not a single drop of water lands on his wrinkle-free Daoist robe, which makes him look particularly strange. He takes two steps back and looks up at Li Yunxin, saying in disbelief, "You really are… Yazi?! How is this possible?! No, no, no, you are not Yazi—"

"Listen well. This will be something that everyone in the world will know soon, but you probably won't live to see that time."

"But considering that you have been quite entertaining to play with these past few days, I will tell you in advance, so you don't die a confused ghost."

The divine demon bends down slightly so that it can stare directly into the eyes of the True Realm Daoist priest. It says to Yue Yunzi, with hot white mist rising from its mouth and nose, "I am not Yazi. I am the Wei River Dragon King, Li Yunxin."

"Today, after I kill you, an evil Daoist Orthodoxy True Realm cultivator, and save the people of the Wei River—"

"The whole world will know my name."

Yue Yunzi looks at him for a while, and then he suddenly becomes furious.

A sense of being made a fool of and the feeling of disappointment after his plan falls through rush to his head. Even with the cultivation of an Accomplished Master Realm cultivator, he cannot completely get rid of them.

Because his month's worth of effort has been dissolved like this?!

By a demon?!

"You're being arrogant too soon!" His Daoist robe suddenly billows up, and an astonishing amount of spiritual energy fills his entire body. Golden specks of light even fly around his body. "You are the Manifestation Realm Chiwen—I can kill you as easily as I kill an ant!"

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