Redemption of a Born Demon

Chapter 233 - 204: Countless Blood Debts; A True God Descends to Swallow All with One Qi (Part 2)

"This... What is this?!"

Muraoka Rui and his companions were inside an isolation array. They couldn’t hear the conversations outside, but they could see the terrifying transformation each of the Shikigami was undergoing.

These colossal demons were already terrifying enough, but now, infused with resentful Evil Qi, they looked as if they were Ghost Kings crawling out of Hell itself.

Even just watching from a distance, they felt their hearts pound with terror.

"These are the methods of the Daoist Lord. His Excellency has forcibly taken control of the twelve strongest Divine Forms and stimulated their power to the absolute limit to deal with the intruder."

"Rest assured, everything is under the Daoist Lord’s control."

Hei Mu Hezi said faintly, a flicker of anticipation flashing deep within her cold eyes.

As the chief Witch of the Heaven-Reaching Lodge, she was naturally well aware of Tsuchimikado Kazai’s plan.

Fusing the Shikigami, forging a True God... if he could truly succeed, their Heaven-Reaching Lodge would attain an extremely high status in Japan’s Cultivation Realm and be able to pass down its legacy for generations, never to decline.

"The Daoist Lord’s power is truly boundless."

Muraoka Rui couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

These Shikigami were already earth-shattering existences. What kind of terrifying being could command all of them at once?

Meanwhile, high up in the mountain forest, several figures stood, observing the situation within the Heaven-Reaching Lodge from afar.

"Do you think that boy from the Tsuchimikado Family can succeed?" a white-haired old man asked.

"It’s hard to say. Back then, Mr. Ryouta was only one step away, but that final step is also the most difficult one."

"If he succeeds, the resulting Shikigami’s power might even rival a true Ancient One," the hunched-over old man said faintly. "However, we must also be prepared for his failure. No matter what, even if the Tsuchimikado boy’s body and soul are annihilated, the legacy of the Heaven-Reaching Lodge must be preserved."

The Heaven-Reaching Lodge was the oldest lineage of Yin Yang Masters in Japan. As long as the twelve Life Artifacts still existed, these ancient Twelve Divine Forms could be preserved. They were a vital part of the strength of Japan’s Cultivation Realm.

These people had gathered here precisely to prevent the worst-case scenario from happening.

「Inside the main house of the Heaven-Reaching Lodge.」

At this moment, Tsuchimikado Kazai was enduring an unimaginable amount of pressure.

The immense, resentful Evil Qi contained within the Ten Thousand Resentment Jade was assaulting his will. The twelve Life Artifacts were emitting a scarlet glow and trembling constantly, as the berserk Twelve Divine Forms frantically tried to turn on him, their master.

His grandfather had failed all those years ago precisely because he could not withstand this pressure, falling short at the final step.

However, the times were different now.

The era of Tsuchimikado Ryouta lacked today’s advanced technology. It was impossible to precisely manipulate the Great Trend and gather it onto a single person at the most critical moment.

But now was the age of big data and information. Information spread with incredible speed. Through live streams and videos, it was possible to mobilize the emotions of millions, even tens of millions, of people in an instant, bestowing the Great Trend upon the right person at the right time.

The present era was destined to surpass the past, and the cultivators of today would surely surpass the achievements of their ancestors.

Tsuchimikado Kazai had long been making similar preparations and plans; he had only lacked an opportunity.

His original plan was to use Japan’s All Martial Arts Conference as a pretext to trigger some major event, thereby stimulating the Great Trend for his own use.

But how could a Great Trend of that magnitude compare to the one stirred up by Yi Beidou’s arrival in Japan?

In a sense, Yi Beidou had arrived at the perfect time. It was the will of heaven, helping him to complete the great achievement his ancestors never could.

"Command!"

Tsuchimikado Kazai let out a low shout. His mind thundered as his own Life Magnetic Field seemed to connect with some unseen, lofty magnetic field in the great beyond.

He had borrowed the power of the Great Trend.

A faint golden light enveloped his body, forming a halo behind his head. In an instant, his True Qi was elevated to a god-like realm.

The seals formed by Tsuchimikado Kazai’s hands changed rapidly. Streaks of golden light materialized out of thin air, forming golden spells that wrapped around the twelve Life Artifacts and the Ten Thousand Resentment Jade.

The trembling and backlash from the Life Artifacts weakened. He could now command the Twelve Divine Forms to act at will, relying on his own power.

But this was far from enough. To fuse these independent, self-contained magnetic fields, he would need even greater control and would have to be prepared to withstand an even greater backlash.

"Just one last step left!"

Tsuchimikado Kazai hissed in a low voice, blood seeping from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth.

He needed to stimulate the Great Trend even further, to elevate its power once more.

"Go!"

Tsuchimikado Kazai formed another Seal Technique. Outside, the now completely berserk Twelve Divine Forms let out a heaven-shaking roar and began their assault on Yi Beidou.

At that very moment, Yi Beidou’s expression turned severe. He had already sensed that something was wrong.

That malevolent magnetic field, thick with hatred, indignation, and rage, gave him a sense of a karmic connection originating from his very bloodline.

He could almost see countless resentful spirits and tormented souls roaring and struggling. Under his Celestial Demon Sensing, a series of images flashed before his eyes.

Mountains of corpses, desiccated bodies hanging from scaffolds, a land stained red with blood...

"Vile and demonic arts."

Yi Beidou’s hair stood on end as Demon Flames erupted, surging toward the heavens.

But before he could make a move, the Twelve Divine Forms had already struck.

The Firebird in the sky spat scorching flames. The giant green serpent’s golden pupils released an ever-expanding halo of light. The enormous, blackish-purple scorpion plunged its stinger into the ground, sending black lines rapidly spreading toward Yi Beidou. The winged Rakshasa Ghost threw its head back and howled, and terrifying sonic waves spread out in layers...