Chapter 351: Heaven-Towering Demonic Might (Bonus Chapter 20 for Average Subscriptions)

"Is this the origin of the Shushan Sect?" Song Qingfeng asked, a look of astonishment flitting across his features. "Owner, why does this Shushan look so different from the one we saw before?"

Though it bore the same name, and the same ethereal mountains suspended in the void, a sacred realm where sword immortals soared, many could tell at a single glance: this looked nothing like the Shushan Sect from The Legend of Sword and Fairy!

"What on earth is that?" The viewers from the Morning Star Sea watched the floating mountain isle before them, utterly awestruck. "What do you mean, 'different'? Could there actually be another sect like this?"

"Focus on the movie and stop discussing irrelevant things," Owner Fang replied smoothly. "Who ever said Shushan could only house the Shushan Sect? This is the Emei Sect. Just think of it as a time before the Shushan Sect was established."

To explain the concept of three thousand great chiliocosms to these natives of an alternate world would likely take longer than the duration of the entire film, so Owner Fang settled for an explanation that was far easier to grasp.

"I see..."

"Then, is Ling'er still alive right now?" Ye Xiaoye chimed in eagerly.

"..." Owner Fang looked thoroughly exasperated. "She hasn't even been born yet, so how could she be dead?"

"Splendid!" many cheered with excitement. "Then we shall definitely continue watching this Shushan!"

Owner Fang remained silent.

"Disciples of Emei, and all who tread the path of cultivation, beware of greed and envy, for they are the wellspring of all demonic ways!" Upon the Golden Eight Trigrams Platform of Mount Emei, which floated suspended in midair, sat an elder clad in a white cloak, his hair as snow and his eyebrows long. Around the eight trigrams disc, the most elite disciples of the Emei Sect sat cross-legged, listening intently to his teachings.

The white-robed elder’s voice rang out like clashing iron: "Lately, while absorbing the spiritual aura here, I sensed another formidable power probing us. From within that power, I heard agonizing shrieks, thick with murderous intent. It appears the demonic path is once again attempting to test and provoke our righteous way! Mount Emei stands at the head of all mountains; we must remain vigilant at all times to guard against their invasion!"

"Have you noticed how they always like to divide everything into 'righteous' and 'demonic'?" The members of Owner Fang's sightseeing group murmured quietly among themselves as they toured the internal facilities of the Emei Sect.

In places like the Morning Star Sea and the Wuwei Daoist Alliance, such distinctions were never made. Only evil cultivators who were entirely reckless or severely disrupted the cultivation of others would find themselves ostracized by the cultivation community.

Had it been a sect like the Ghost King Sect or the Hehuan Sect from Zhu Xian, they would have found a place to coexist here, provided they did not deliberately stir up trouble.

"What good does that division do anyway?" Mo Xian muttered, thoroughly perplexed. "Should we turn back and make a distinction of our own later?"

"Then we ought to keep our distance from those people right now..." Yue Yan whispered, pointing at Black Demon and his cohorts, clearly aligning herself with the righteous faction.

Black Demon and his companions felt their faces twitch in annoyance, shooting sharp glares in her direction.

The few girls quickly ducked their heads, shrinking behind Master Xi Chi.

While Emei presented a scene of bustling prosperity, the contrasting Kunlon Mountains on the other side appeared vastly deserted and desolate.

The crowd felt as though they were seated high upon the clouds, swiftly arriving at the Kunlun Mountains. There, they beheld the ethereal, mist-shrouded immortal peak, where a solitary cliff stood tall. Within the mountain, there lived only a single master and a single disciple. The man possessed a stern, exceptional countenance, while the woman was pure, elegant, and entirely detached from the mortal world, looking for all the world like a celestial being descended unto the earth.

"The tradition of our Kunlun Sect relies on what we call the Sun and Moon determining Yin and Yang," the woman's voice drifted, pure and otherworldly. "Kunlun comprises but one sun and one moon, and thus, there is ever only one master and one disciple."

"Why do I get the feeling that this sect is also incredibly powerful!" Ye Xiaoye gasped in awe. "Even though there are only two of them..."

"Master and disciple have spent two hundred years together, so they must share a deep bond," many whispered in soft discussion as they watched.

"This film looks like it might be quite formidable."

"It might even surpass Zhu Xian..."

"I just can't fathom the cultivation realm of that Emei grandmaster from earlier. He felt just like an ordinary person..."

"What do you know? That is called reserved divine light; his cultivation has absolutely reached the absolute pinnacle."

"Quiet!"

Dark clouds gathered thick in the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder. Grandmaster Gu Yue, looking as though she were delivering her final testaments, handed the Sun and Moon Golden Wheels over to Xuan Tianzong, commanding him to descend the mountain.

She would face the demonic tribulation alone.

In the sky, deep within that brooding darkness, countless skulls and malevolent spirits suddenly materialized without warning, looking as if they had grown forcefully right out of the heavens.

Heavenly thunder clashed violently, as if even heaven and earth could not tolerate such vile abominations, instantly triggering a torrent of thunderclaps.

Across the vast sky, beneath the dismal shroud of dark clouds, innumerable skulls coalesced into a physical form. The massive accumulation of withered bones transformed into a colossal, pitch-black skull face as immense as a mountain range!

This skeletal face tore through the mountains at breakneck speed, shattering every peak it encountered. The earth shook violently as countless perilous and steep peaks of the Kunlun Mountains collapsed with a resounding crash under the impact. Arrays, restrictions, and every manner of defensive measure were reduced to mere tissue paper in that instant, utterly destroyed in a sweeping rout!

"Holy crap!" Song Qingfeng and the others, who were merely at the Martial Master realm, had never witnessed such a terrifying display, crying out on the spot.

Ruan Ning and her companions watched the horrifying scene, instantly frozen in terror.

Not just them, but even grand cultivators like Master Xi Chi, Black Demon, and Mo Tianling, whose cultivations had already surpassed the Divine Ocean realm, gaped in astonishment. It was as though invisible hands had choked their throats, rendering them incapable of uttering a sound.

The demonic shadow tore straight through her body. In the blink of an eye, that otherworldly woman, whose countenance was like an immortal, was stripped of all signs of life!

The shock was too profound. In a single instant, mountains had toppled and grand arrays had crumbled. Even they could tell that it was not because this cultivator was weak, but because the demon was simply too monstrously powerful. The sheer awe in their hearts reached an absolute peak; they even began calculating whether their own sects could possibly survive if such a demon were to appear before them.

Yet they discovered to their horror that there was absolutely no chance of survival!

What kind of demon was this, to possess such world-shaking ability?!

By the time Xuan Tianzong rushed back to the mountain gate, all that remained to greet him was Grandmaster Gu Yue turning into flying ash.

At that moment, nearly everyone felt a chilling dread creep up their spines.

And the matter was clearly far from over. They watched as, two hundred years later, that terrifying demonic shadow actually manifested outside the prosperous Mount Emei.

"Five hundred years ago, You Quan destroyed the Huashan Sect, and three hundred years later, he annihilated Kunlun. Now, he can finally contain himself no longer, and has come for our Emei." They watched as even the white-haired, long-browed grandmaster who had been lecturing earlier took on a grave expression.

The enemy was at the gates, and dark clouds weighed heavily upon the city. Almost instantly, everyone felt the suffocating urgency of an impending torrential downpour.

"Xuan Tianzong must have four hundred years of cultivation by now, right...? And with Dan Chenzi of the Emei Sect lending his aid, can they defeat this old demon?" Mo Xian's heart hammered with anxiety. Merely looking at the old demon now made her hair stand on end. Having witnessed the fiend collapse mountain ranges in an instant and crush an entire sect in the blink of an eye—having even wiped out the Huashan Sect prior—that immense, boundless pressure was suffocating even across the screen.

To say nothing of experiencing that towering demonic might firsthand!

"I'm afraid it might be rather difficult." Master Xi Chi’s expression grew grim as well. This old demon brought an immense weight of pressure to everyone present.

Suddenly, a massive rift tore open within the dark clouds of the sky, and an infinite gathering of withered bones, like a surging river spanning the heavens, came sweeping down in a grand and ferocious torrent!