What is an immortal?

Chapter 1090 - 1055: Old Grievances and Former Enmities

At this moment, within the defensive line of the Chuyun Realm, a brilliant light suddenly illuminated, a large palace emerged from the void, and its spirit light condensed, shooting towards the rift in the sky like a giant cannon.

"It's the Shura Palace of the Xi Yue God, that's great, we're saved!" exclaimed the bearded cultivator excitedly.

The next moment, the fingers that had previously emerged from the void suddenly reached down, revealing a gigantic hand capable of reaching the heavens and the earth, striking at the incoming Light Pillar.

With just one strike, the Light Pillar shattered with a bang, disappearing in mid-air, while the spatial rift in the sky remained unaffected.

The giant hand quickly vanished into the horizon, replaced by a slender man dressed in a black robe.

His mere presence in mid-air caused the entire sky to darken, as if all the light had been absorbed and swallowed by him, leaving nothing to escape.

"Liu Tianming? How could it be you!" came Xi Ying's startled cry from within the Shura Palace.

Liu Tianming did not respond, instead raising his right arm to point afar: "I am the Yan Emperor, Demon Clan Warriors, follow me, flatten this realm!"

Amidst earth-shattering shouts, the Demon Clan cultivators surged towards the defensive line of the Chuyun Realm like a tide; under the shroud of Demonic Qi, the invasion war of the Demon World officially began.

As the war broke out, the Reincarnation Demon Lord led fourteen Demon Clan Mahayana, simultaneously casting spells to encircle the Shura Palace.

Xi Ying's expression changed drastically as she cried out inwardly that it was not good, immediately activating the Teleportation Divine Ability of the Shura Palace.

Just then, the Demon Clan Mahayana simultaneously acted, raising a palm-sized azure little flag while chanting incantations.

In an instant, each of the little flags shot out a basin-sized blue light, which spun in the air, merging and forming a cerulean Light Shield that enveloped the Shura Palace.

Xi Ying immediately felt the surrounding space thicken like mud, and the Teleportation Divine Ability was interrupted.

She quickly performed a spell, attempting to activate the Shura Palace to break through the spatial blockade.

However, having just exhausted its Breaking Space Power attempting to smash the spatial passage opened by the Yan Emperor, now trying to activate it again, the Spiritual Power stored within the Shura Palace was temporarily insufficient, requiring some time to recover.

But the Demon Clan gave her no space to recover.

The Reincarnation Demon Lord raised a hand, and from the Blood Light behind him, six overlapping holes spewed out a pillar of blood-red fire, rushing towards the Shura Palace.

The next moment, however, a large area of ice-blue spirit light erupted from the Shura Palace, chilling air rampaged, freezing the blood-red fire pillar in mid-air.

"Reincarnation Demon Lord, your opponent is me!" declared Ancestor Bing Lan as he stepped out of the Shura Palace.

Following him, eight more figures flew out one after another, led by True Monarch Tianjing and other Mahayana cultivators from the Chuyun Realm.

Among them, aside from the original five Mahayana cultivators and Wulu Huazhi, were the figures of swordsman Qing Ping and Puppet Immortal.

After breakthroughs in the Wentian Secret Realm, they had also now reached the Mahayana Realm.

Upon their appearance, they unanimously attacked the surrounding Demon Clan Mahayana.

True Monarch Tianjing charged forward the fastest, heading directly towards two Fiery Sun Bodies within the Demon Clan.

While still charging, he swung two punches "bang bang" in succession.

In an instant, the space sealed by the Demon Clan suddenly trembled, and two gigantic golden light fists emerged with a bang like meteorites, crashing towards the two Fiery Sun Bodies of the Demon Clan.

Upon closer inspection, the golden light fists were composed of countless tiny runes, accompanied by chants within the howling fist wind.

The Demon Clan Body Cultivators' expressions darkened; one directly opened his mouth, Qi sunk to the Dantian, unleashing a deafening roar that met the golden light fists with raging Sound Waves.

The other one stretched out both arms, smacking fiercely in front of his chest; the palm wind roared out, transforming into a gigantic Wind Blade, slicing towards the golden light circle.

With two "boom" "boom" explosions, the explosive wave rolled forth, completely overturning the ground beneath several people, large chunks of earth flew into the air, yet were instantly pulverized by the Qi Force.

The two Demon Clan Body Cultivators blocked True Monarch Tianjing's attack, but suddenly changed countenance, feeling as though they were locked on by some force, and a sense of dread arose.

"Do not panic, this is his 'Duel' Fist Intent; we can only use similar techniques to his, otherwise we'll harm ourselves." One of them recalled information regarding True Monarch Tianjing.

True Monarch Tianjing immediately shouted: "Wrong! This is the 'Teaching' Fist Intent. Barbarians like you who don't cultivate virtue lack proper education. Today, let me teach you well, what the words of a sage mean, what righteousness, propriety, integrity, and shame entail!"

The moment he finished speaking, True Monarch Tianjing clashed his fists together. His blue Confucian robe burst apart, revealing powerful and strong muscles that shone brilliantly under the golden spirit light.

...

As True Monarch Tianjing engaged in battle with the Demon Clan Body Cultivation, not far away, Daoist Qinglian held a duster, staring coldly at the two Demon Clan Great Mahayana in front of him.

"Oh, that duster of yours... I remember, it was once the innate spiritual treasure of Nanhua True Monarch from the Taixuan Sect. I heard he had a junior brother, also in the Mahayana, it should be you." One of the demon clan great Mahayana, clad in a jet-black dragon robe, looked at him for a moment and revealed a moment of realization.

"That's right, Blood Skeleton Emperor, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Today, killing you will finally bring comfort to my senior brother's spirit in heaven, allowing him to rest in peace." Daoist Qinglian spoke with a face full of killing intent.

Blood Skeleton Emperor laughed heartily: "Don't be in such a hurry, see who this is first."

As he spoke, a Demon Clan cultivator beside Blood Skeleton Emperor who had been hiding his appearance took off his hood, revealing a face that Qinglian cultivator would never forget.

"Junior brother, it's me. In fact, I didn't die back then. The Demon Clan wasn't as evil as we imagined, they actually..." The demon clan great Mahayana with the face of Nanhua True Monarch flew towards Daoist Qinglian as he spoke.

But before he could finish his words, Daoist Qinglian was already enraged, directly swinging the duster. Countless sword lights reversed out, slashing towards the demon clan great Mahayana.

"Hehe, you're so easy to tease." That demon clan great Mahayana laughed, the voice becoming that of a seductive woman. She wiped her hand across her face, and in an instant, a large pink mist surged from her seven orifices, enveloping her body.

When the sword light cut through, the mist dissipated. She had somehow returned to Blood Skeleton Emperor's side, now with the appearance of another female cultivator.

"Demon Skull Demon Girl, how dare you insult my senior brother!" Daoist Qinglian gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

"What do you mean by insult? Back then, after your senior brother died, my husband ate his flesh, and I refined his skin into my body, aiding my cultivation of this Skin and Bone Changing Divine Power. He should feel honored." The Demon Skull Demon Girl laughed.

Gripping the duster tightly, Daoist Qinglian no longer wished to speak any more with these two demons.

He stomped one foot, his body surface instantly bursting with cyan light. Lotuses formed by condensed sword light burst out from the void, attacking the two demons.

...

On the other side, in front of Hua Zhi, a Snake-eyed Demon Clan with spikes on both arms was examining her up and down, showing a trace of doubt.

"Seventh Level Demon Beast? I remember, the Ten Thousand Demon Empress failed to breakthrough the seventh level over a hundred years ago. It hasn't been that long, it should be impossible to find a breakthrough opportunity here." The Snake-eyed Demon Clan mumbled to himself.

"I am the Saintess of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals. The Ten Thousand Demon Empress is not qualified to be compared to me." Hua Zhi snorted coldly. For some reason, she always felt an inexplicable hatred towards the Snake-eyed Demon Clan in front of her.

"The Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals? Never heard of it, but your aura seems somewhat familiar to me." The Snake-eyed Demon Clan frowned slightly.

"Don't try to get close to me!" Hua Zhi scolded angrily, and as soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand. A demonic wind erupted between heaven and earth, the demonic Qi surrounding the Snake-eyed Demon Clan was instead controlled by Hua Zhi. With a tearing sound, it transformed into countless purple-black thorny vines, striking towards the Snake-eyed Demon Clan.

A look of surprise flashed across the Snake-eyed Demon Clan's face as he quickly performed a spell, and instantly rolling demonic Qi surged from his sleeve, transforming into tens of thousands of giant snakes covered in sharp spikes, colliding head-on with the thorny vines.

"Piercing the skin and flesh, breaking the bones and blood, though similar yet different, these are the traits only of our tribe's innate divine ability. How do you have it? You can even control the demonic Qi, are you a traitor of my tribe?" The Snake-eyed Demon Clan furrowed his brows, eyes filled with deep inquiry.

"I was personally cultivated by the master, born and raised in the Chuyun Realm, how could I be of the same tribe as you, a mere mongrel?" Hua Zhi said disdainfully.

"How dare you insult me—you—wait, this familiar tone, is it Ci Ru? You're still alive?" Upon hearing the word 'mongrel', the Snake-eyed Demon Clan's eyes turned red, roaring subconsciously, but halfway through, he seemed to recall something, and he suddenly exclaimed.

"What Ci Ru? My name is Hua Zhi!" Hua Zhi retorted, but in her heart, the name Ci Ru felt particularly familiar.

"What, you don't recognize me? Back then, to stop you from breaking through the seventh level, I personally cast a curse, damaging your divine soul. Even though you've replaced your bloodline and physical body, your divine soul aura remains the same, you are still my dearest and most hated sister." The Snake-eyed Demon Clan spoke with certainty, suddenly showing a maniacal smile.

Could he be talking about my past life?

Hua Zhi thought silently.

The Snake-eyed Demon Clan continued speaking incessantly, his expression excited and eager: "After you failed your breakthrough back then, you were quickly sent to the front lines, and I heard you also met a genius with the potential to break through the Fiery Sun Body. Later, it was said you went to war with Xia Jie, life or death unknown, and no news came afterward. This made me regret for a long time, even after I broke through to the seventh level, thinking about it still brings regret."

"What are you regretting?" Hua Zhi's mind gradually surfaced some fragments of memories.

"Of course, I regret not being able to kill you with my own hands, not being able to devour you piece by piece, swallow you whole! My dear sister, haha, haha..." The Snake-eyed Demon Clan flicked his serpent tongue, gazing at Hua Zhi with greed and desire in his eyes.