Chapter 58

That day will be forever etched in the annals of the Three Thousand Continents—

The mist that had lingered over Yunshan Mountain for four hundred years had long since turned into dark clouds that would never dissipate. However, at sunrise, it was completely swept away by the red-gold light that was brighter than the sunrise.

The skylight is like a waterfall, pouring down among the vast mountains.

The stream of light that broke through the air from the mountain, carrying with it the fierce pressure of the peak of the human world, rushed towards all parts of the Three Thousand Continents like a sharp sword that split the chaos.

The first stop of that stream of light was the northernmost land of the Three Thousand Continents—

Youzhou, Suiyang City.

This isolated city, less than a hundred miles away from the Black Wind Region, has long since become a melting pot of flesh and blood.

Four hundred years ago, demons invaded and the twelve cities of Youzhou fell one after another. Humans either died under the claws of the demons or fled their homes to the south. Now, only the southernmost "Suiyang City" is still surviving.

The city gate wailed under the scorpion's crazy attack. The iron bars had been torn into pieces by the scorpion's claws, and the damaged city wall was gradually corroded by the venom, leaving sizzling scorch marks.

The defenders on the city wall were covered in blood. The young monk was pierced through the chest by the scorpion's tail, but his five fingers were still tightly gripping the broken sword; the old man in the corner hugged his grandson tightly, looking at the corpse falling from the city wall, the last light in his eyes gradually extinguished.

However, just as the monster was about to break in—

“Boom!”

The red-gold light tore through the sky at dawn, piercing through the clouds like a divine sword, and drew a dazzling trail in the mist-filled sky.

When the tall figure emerged from the torn morning mist, the rising sun behind him seemed to stagnate - the morning glow spread out into a gorgeous curtain behind him, but it was not as dazzling as the red-gold light flowing around him. As his clothes fluttered, the morning light danced on his shoulders, dyeing the entire sky into his background.

The person who came was Yan Bujian.

The next moment, a scarlet-gold light radiated from him, instantly spreading out, dispersing the evil clouds that had been lingering above the place all year round and illuminating the ruined city wall.

He just stood quietly in the air, and let this land that had been shrouded in darkness for too long be bathed in the morning light again.

"It's... it's the immortal!" The old soldier on the city wall suddenly knelt on the ground, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face. "The immortal who left us a hundred years ago has finally returned!"

As he finished speaking, hope ignited like a prairie fire in every pair of desperate eyes.

Yan Bujian ignored the shouts from the city, his face still as deep and calm as a cold pond.

He lowered his eyes to scan the scorpion soldiers surging below the city, and the coldness in his red pupils suddenly deepened.

The next moment, without seeing how he moved, the scarlet-gold divine light circulating around his body suddenly split into thousands of strands, and then turned into thousands of sword rains, with the momentum of overcoming the nine heavens, falling towards the scorpion army outside the city - wherever the sword rain fell, the monsters froze in their movements, but in just a moment, they were pierced by the sharp sword blades, and then like weathered stone sculptures, their bodies shattered into pieces, turned into black sand all over the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

In a moment, the rampant scorpion soldiers that were wreaking havoc under the city were wiped out!

After the area was cleared, the man in the sky moved.

He calmly raised his right hand, pointed it like a sword, and pointed it towards the "Falling Sand Abyss" in the deepest part of the Black Wind Region, a hundred miles away.

A more condensed red-gold sword seal broke through the air and fell into the abyss like a meteor.

"roar--!"

A agonizing roar ripped through the air from the depths of the abyss, shaking the entire earth. The Sand Scorpion King, who had lain in the abyss for over a century, was forcibly pulled out by the sword mark that had pierced its body, its massive form exposed to the sunlight.

The next moment, the vast divine consciousness turned into invisible chains, binding it tightly above the nine heavens. No matter how it struggled, it could not be shaken in the slightest.

Then Yan Bujian flicked his wide sleeves lightly, and countless cold lights flew up from the city below him. The soldiers in Suiyang City looked at their empty hands in astonishment, not understanding why their weapons were flying upwards at this moment.

The weapon snatched from the common people's hands was now pointed at the huge demon king. The next moment, Yan Bujian gently swung his finger down -

The sword lights and sword shadows intertwined, pouring down towards the Sand Scorpion King like a torrential rain.

This is not only a punishment from God, but also the anger from the people who have been slaughtered for hundreds of years.

Each flash of cold light precisely ripped a piece of flesh from the Scorpion King, yet avoided all vital points, preventing its immediate death. The Sand Scorpion King's wails resounded through the sky, and black blood flowed along the chains, condensing into blood beads in the air, and then transformed into a bloody rain.

"Mercy... Immortal, please spare me!"

The plea for mercy was shrill and piercing, but Yan Bujian didn't even raise an eyebrow. He stood still in the clouds, watching the punishment he had presided over. Only after the last breath of the Sand Scorpion King disappeared in the morning breeze did he turn and transform into a stream of light and disappear into the distance.

From that day on, black rain began to fall in Youzhou and lasted for nine days.

When the last drop of black rain slid down the cracks in the city wall bricks, only a "creaking" sound was heard, and the survivors finally dared to walk out of the city gate.

Outside the city, the battlefield that had been filled with demonic shadows not long ago was now deserted, with only the wind and sand blowing past, and not a single demon in sight. Looking at this overly clean battlefield, the people finally believed—

This nightmare that lasted for four hundred years is really over.

After leaving Youzhou, Liuguang changed his route and headed for Kuizhou.

Wangjiang Tower.

The once elegant buildings are now filled with demonic aura, and the clan flags with black background and golden patterns flutter in the wind, covering up the old style.

Since it was annexed by the Bo Deng Sect a hundred years ago, the previous leader of the Bo Deng Sect, Lin Wuya, used this place as a springboard to expand his power. In just a few decades, he conquered all the sects in Kuizhou with iron-blooded means, and even turned several other states in the Linyu area into the possession of the Bo Deng Sect.

Today, the Bo Deng Sect has long been the undisputed largest sect in the Three Thousand Continents.

Amidst the feasting and drinking, a demonic aura permeated the hall. Amidst the clinking of glasses, a green-robed demonic cultivator, perched high up in the room, suddenly threw his wine glass to the ground, sending glass scattering everywhere.

"If you can't even warm the wine properly, what's the point of keeping you here?"

He raised his hand in anger, demonic energy gathering in his palm, and was about to strike the trembling maiden on her knees.

"laugh"

However, a breeze blew by, and the green-robed monk's arm was broken at the shoulder and fell to the ground silently.

He lowered his head in shock, only to see blood gushing from his right shoulder: "How could this happen..." Before he could finish his words, another gust of wind blew past.

This time, it was his heart that was pierced.

The whole room was silent, and then the belated scream suddenly exploded like thunder!

Everyone was startled and about to flee, but they saw a figure standing in the center of the hall without them knowing when.

He held no weapon, his robes fluttering in the wind as he stood there silently. The overwhelming pressure he exuded was enough to make all the demon cultivators present feel as if they were falling into an icy cave. After realizing what was happening, the demon cultivators frantically activated their demonic energy, only to discover with horror that the space around them had been completely confined by a powerful divine consciousness.

Amid their terrified gazes, a purple-gold token slowly rose from the man's sleeve. The token was simple in appearance, with flowing wind and thunder patterns on it.

"Destroy."

Yan Bujian opened his lips slightly, and the wind and thunder in his palm burst into brilliant light in an instant!

"boom--!"

Thunderclouds surged above the nine heavens. What suddenly erupted from the clouds wasn't ordinary lightning, but divine thunder woven from a red-gold cascade. Like a dragon or snake rising from the ground, it tore through the sky.

When the first heavenly thunder fell, some demon cultivators still tried to resist with their own magical treasures. However, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that had devoured countless souls turned into ashes in the lightning as soon as it was unfolded.

Immediately afterwards, thunder fell from the sky!

As the lightning flashed, the demon cultivators didn't even have time to scream before they vanished like morning dew. Their protective demonic energy was as thin as a cicada's wing before the intensely masculine and powerful divine thunder. The skeletal throne crumbled in the thunder and fire, its banners reduced to ash, and even the traces of their existence were completely obliterated by this divine might.

Yan Bujian stood in the center of the sea of ​​thunder, his black clothes fluttering in the strong wind, but he remained spotless from beginning to end.

He looked down at the demonic figure struggling in the thunder tribulation, his eyes neither sad nor happy. At this moment, he seemed to have become the incarnation of heaven, executing the eternal laws.

In the brief span of ten breaths since his appearance, the sounds of feasting and drinking had already faded to a dead silence. The once-luxurious main hall of Wangjiang Tower was now nothing but scorched earth. Where the wind blew, not even ash remained.

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the morning light returned. As the surviving maids, kneeling on the ground and shedding tears of gratitude, watched, the godlike man slowly turned back, his unparalleled handsome face expressionless. He took one last look at the ruined pavilion before transforming into a stream of light and escaping into the distance.

Jiangzhou, Ningzhou, Chongzhou... In just three hours, when the sun was at its zenith, the light that was like a heavenly punishment had illuminated all three thousand continents, and wherever it passed, there was no trace of demonic energy.

His last stop was Yunzhou.

At the foot of Yunshan Mountain, the main temple of the Bodeng Sect.

A hundred years have passed, and this sect, which was once on the decline, is now a completely different place.

The former sect's mountain gate has been expanded several times. A white jade-paved avenue extends from the foot of the mountain to the top. On the top of the mountain stands a huge stone statue, which is the image of the sect leader Lin Wuya, who led the sect to prosperity a hundred years ago.

Inside the mountain gate, there are endless pavilions and towers. The monks are wearing gorgeous brocade robes, with rare jade pendants hanging around their waists. They walk with an air of arrogance, which is completely different from the cautious sect a hundred years ago.

When Yan Bujian landed in the main hall of the Glazed Tower, the golden bells on the eaves did not move at all.

News of the Kuizhou branch's demise hadn't yet reached the palace, and the hall remained awash in decadence and extravagance. The successor, Lin Mochen, was chatting and laughing with the elders beside him, when he suddenly noticed the light at the palace door dim.

The young man in black stood quietly by the door, his body free of dust.

"Who trespasses into the Glazed Tower?" Lin Mochen frowned and shouted, but his heart was immediately startled - the tower was heavily guarded and full of experts, how could this person sneak in quietly?

Before he could think deeply, he suddenly stood up the next moment, and the jade cup fell to pieces with a clang.

All because of a vast, abyssal pressure that suddenly enveloped him! Under this pressure, his spiritual energy almost froze, and he said in horror, "You, you are actually a cultivator in the Return to Void Stage?!"

Having been in charge of the Bo Deng Sect for decades, he has never heard of the existence of any Return to Void cultivators in the world!

"Form a formation!" Lin Mochen, sweat already soaking his back, shouted without hesitation. The monks in the hall responded, their magic weapons and talismans transforming into a torrential wave, roaring towards the figure.

Just when the attack was about to touch the edge of his clothes.

Time seemed to suddenly freeze.

Yan Bujian didn't even raise his eyes.

A crimson-gold divine light emanated from his body. At first, it was a gentle, diffuse mist, then a sudden, blazing intensity—like nine blazing suns collapsing in the sky, its blinding light engulfing every inch of the hall. The attacking demonic weapon, upon contact with this radiance, melted like spring snow, leaving not even a fragment behind, dispersing in wisps of green smoke.

The demon cultivators who pounced towards him still maintained ferocious expressions, but their bodies had already disintegrated bit by bit in the divine light, and their flesh and blood bodies turned into crimson smoke all over the sky. Their roars and screams were strangled in their throats by an invisible force, and finally there was only dead silence.

Lin Mochen watched helplessly as a nearby Divine Transformation Elder reached out to block the divine radiance, only for his entire arm to crumble into ash first, followed by his torso, his head... In an instant, this once powerful figure, who had dominated for centuries, completely vanished. He was horrified, knowing he was no match for his opponent. He tried to scream, to beg for mercy, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, preventing him from even utterly breathing.

He could only watch as the figure in black clothes slowly turned around, and his red-gold eyes swept indifferently across the luxurious palace - wherever his eyes went, the beams and pillars collapsed silently, the jade steps turned into powder, and even the demonic energy floating in the air completely dissipated.

When that gaze finally fell on him, Lin Mochen felt as if all the meridians in his body were broken and his dantian felt as if it had fallen into a cold abyss.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He and the entire glazed main hall were completely annihilated in this sacred and cruel glow.

When he pushed open the creaking wooden door of the inner courtyard, Yan Bujian saw only a completely unfamiliar old woman.

There was no longer the flamboyant, arrogant and sharp figure in his memory. The man on the couch had sparse white hair and a face full of wrinkles. When he heard his footsteps, his dry eyes just turned slightly towards the door.

"I once severely injured you." Although a hundred years had passed, she recognized him at a glance, her voice hoarse. "Now that you have attained enlightenment, if you come here for revenge... this life is yours to take."

Yan Bujian's gaze fell on her dry fingers and he was silent for a moment.

"You are her blood relative," he said calmly after a while, "I won't kill you."

Upon hearing this, Su Hong's cloudy eyes suddenly widened. "You're talking about... Yibai?! Right, right... You also entered Yunshan back then. Where is my Yibai now?"

Yan Bujian looked at her anxiously trying to find her bed and said slowly, "You are not qualified to ask me questions. I came here because I need you to answer a question for me—"

"Lin Wuya, where is he?"

Su Hong froze. After a brief moment of stunned silence, her old eyes blazed with poisonous hatred. "That bastard died in the Glazed Tower forty years ago, unable to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!" Her bony fingers clutched her clothes tightly. "He's unworthy of being a father. He even murdered his own daughter. He died before I could avenge Yibai. His death was far too easy!"

The young man got the answer and turned away silently.

Su Hong staggered forward and said, "You haven't told me where Yibai is now!"

She stretched out her hand to grab him, but the figure in black clothes disappeared from her sight in an instant like a gust of wind.

After a while, a sentence colder than ten thousand years of ice fell into Su Hong's ears -

"Your Lin Yibai has long been chopped into thousands of pieces, killed by the cannibal monster in the mountains."

Yan Bujian walked out of the courtyard. From the corner of his eye, he saw the old woman collapsed on the ground, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

——What he said was just the truth.

......

Four hundred and one years into the Demonic Era, no Immortal Lord appeared out of nowhere. He rose from Youzhou in the northern border, pointed his sword at the southern border, and cleansed the turbid world of three thousand continents with his scarlet-gold divine light.

When the Glazed Tower of the Bodeng Sect collapsed, the demonic sect that had been wreaking havoc on the mortal world for four hundred years—

Since then, it has disappeared from the world.