Chapter 566 Victory
First, he was defeated in a battle of mutual devouring, and then he took a direct hit from my serious attack. At this moment, the Great Demon of Calamity is undoubtedly severely injured. In contrast, I am full of vigor and high spirits, and have even made significant progress in the battle. The difference between us is like heaven and earth.
Therefore, after I unleashed my final strike, the fate of the Great Demon of Calamity was predictable.
The orange-red flames, like a solar flare, erupted, transforming into all-consuming light and heat, engulfing the area in front of me. The Great Demon of Calamity, its entire body composed of black flames, was like a ceramic vat filled with ink, shattered under the onslaught of the flood. All the ink was swallowed and assimilated by the flood, leaving no trace whatsoever. After the sea of fire vanished, the black flames ceased to exist.
The great demon of calamity shall be destroyed.
I descended towards the ground.
Countless "slag" appeared in my consciousness, indicating that the soul of the Great Demon of Calamity had truly not escaped the destruction just now. After this battle, the capacity of slag weapons will also be expanded to a higher level.
The higher the level of combat, the more crucial it is to eliminate the dross and retain the essence. This seems to be reflected in weapons as well. The slag straight sword is ultimately just a tool to restrain and preserve the power of fire; it might not even qualify as a tool, merely a material, and even the sword's shape is superfluous. Yet, this seemingly primitive and simple thing became the key to my victory over the Great Demon of Calamity.
Defeating an enemy who is essentially another version of oneself by relying on external means, while it can never be said to be the act of a fair and just duelist, is Zhuang Cheng's style to use whatever is available, and it is also the greatest courtesy and respect to one's enemy.
The land, having been scorched by the high temperatures, appears to have lowered in altitude, and its surface has been transformed into lava and glass, with the atmosphere distorted by the intense heat.
Once my feet touched the ground, I took a deep breath. The intense heat vanished instantly, centered on myself.
All that excess heat was absorbed into my body. In some places, I accidentally absorbed too much, causing the temperature to plummet to well below freezing, turning lava into frozen ground in an instant. Since it was an uninhabited area, no one would say a word if I left it alone.
I didn't immediately leave Corona Mode, but observed for a while first. Normally, because Corona Mode is a power I can't control, its mere existence would bring devastating disasters to the surrounding area; the endless light and heat would turn the area into a living hell. However, I can now skillfully control this power, so even if there are people standing next to me, it doesn't matter. To others, I should just be a "harmless" humanoid of light.
A moment later, the Great Demon of Calamity still hadn't revived. Only then was I completely certain of its demise. Great Demons, being creatures driven primarily by instinct, wouldn't resort to trickery or schemes, so there was no need to worry about it feigning death. In fact, my intuition had already confirmed its demise.
Based on the feedback and feelings obtained when they devoured each other before, the Great Demon of Calamity is very likely to be without an immortal body.
It is a hypothetical existence simulated by the power of the Naraku Gospel, and its source is not the true spirit, but the Naraku Gospel itself. Therefore, if one must say that the Great Demon of Calamity possesses a true spirit, then its true spirit is the Naraku Gospel itself.
This is probably the fundamental reason why all great demons possess the attribute of immortality. Even if you wipe all the water that has spilled on the bathroom floor, as long as the faucet is left running, water will continue to leak out. Naraku Fukuin is that faucet. From this perspective, all great demons can also be considered to possess a manifest immortal body.
So, will the Great Demon of Calamity be summoned again in the future?
I think it's unlikely.
The strike that just killed the Great Demon of Calamity was a deadly blow infused with my true spiritual power and delivered with unwavering killing intent. No matter what kind of being it is, once killed by true spiritual power, it is truly dead. This applies even to beings based on mere imagination. No amount of distorting the truth will change that. Just as facts speak louder than words, the results of true spiritual power surpass all logic and theory.
Naraku Gospel can no longer summon the Great Demon of Disaster.
Furthermore, if I were to use my full spiritual power, since the Great Demon of Calamity can be considered an incarnation of Naraku Gospel, then the destruction of its incarnation would not spare Naraku Gospel, as its source. Even if it were not completely killed, it would at least suffer some degree of damage... Unfortunately, as Number Seven also mentioned, my spiritual power is truly insufficient; at most, it can only nullify the immortality of those I kill with my own hands.
This feature will be fixed in the future, meaning it will probably be impossible to make any changes.
Incidentally, the Great Demon of Calamity doesn't seem to possess the Vermilion Bird Seed. It's unclear whether this is because the Great Demon of Calamity's power deviated from the definition of Vermilion Bird's Fire and was thus lost, or whether it was never present from the moment it was summoned. My intuition tells me it's the latter.
The absence of the Vermilion Bird Seed will not weaken the Great Demon of Calamity. For a Yin-Yang Successor in the growth stage, the Power Seed may transform and concentrate all the host's talents, making them a genius on the path corresponding to the seed's attribute; however, to a fully-formed Yin-Yang Successor, the Power Seed is purely a curse and a constraint, ruthlessly sealing off the host's possibility of advancing into a wider realm.
Number Seven appeared beside me with a small bowl.
"Brother Zhuang Cheng!" Xiao Wan called out to me happily.
"Zhuang Cheng, you really defeated the Great Demon of Calamity..." Number Seven looked around with complicated emotions.
“From now on, the Great Demon of Calamity will never appear again,” I said. “Let me apologize to you first; I stole your chance to avenge yourself against the Great Demon of Calamity.”
"To avenge our grievances..."
Number Seven first shook his head, then said listlessly, "I do have a grudge against the Great Demon of Disaster, but I wouldn't call it hatred. The Great Demon is essentially a 'doomsday disaster' summoned by the Gospel of Naraku. Even if someone's friends and family were killed by a typhoon or earthquake, they wouldn't want to take revenge on a typhoon or earthquake, would they?"
"And what about me? Do you know the relationship between the Great Demon of Calamity and me? Does he harbor hatred towards me?" I asked.
“Hate you? I’m not that kind of shameless woman,” Number Seven said. “The one who really deserves to be held accountable is not any particular individual, but this twisted world.”
"Brother Zhuang Cheng, let's heal your wounds first," Xiao Wan said. "You must have suffered some damage at the True Spirit level in the previous battle. I'll heal you completely now."
"Okay, thank you," I said.
This time, probably because Number Seven was watching, Xiao Wan didn't give me a lap pillow again.
She made me sit on the ground, then went around to my back, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her petite body against my back, and hugged me tightly from behind.
The healing power, along with her warm, childlike body temperature, slowly flowed into my body from behind, repairing my soul.
Her cheek was pressed close to my temple, and I could feel the soft, delicate skin of her face. To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed by this gesture, especially with Number Seven watching.
"It can even repair damage at the true spirit level...?"
Number Seven showed no surprise at this, instead looking thoughtfully at Little Bowl. She didn't seem surprised that I needed to repair the damage to my true spirit level; clearly, she knew from the beginning that I was a naturally manifested spirit. Little Bowl, on the other hand, seemed to have deliberately revealed this information, as if harboring a subtle motive to probe Number Seven.
Perhaps because Little Bowl is doing the thinking for me, I couldn't help but slack off a bit in this regard. It's not that I have no interest in this kind of complex human nature probing, but after thinking it over, I decided to leave this matter to Little Bowl for now. Compared to Number Seven, this "partner" whose motives I don't know, I'd rather allocate my brain's "memory" to specific enemies and dangerous situations.
First, there are questions related to the Great Demon Xuanwu.
Although the Great Demon of Calamity was entangled with the Great Demon Xuanwu before chasing after me, I don't believe that the Great Demon of Calamity arrived after killing the Great Demon Xuanwu. At least, the possibility that the Great Demon Xuanwu was killed is relatively low.
Because of the elemental advantage, the Great Demon Genbu is not an "object that cannot be spared" for the Great Demon of Calamity. Although there is probably little sense of camaraderie between Great Demons, they are still incarnations of Naraku's Gospel, so they are essentially "colleagues." Unless it is an individual with a special setting like the Great Demon Genbu who "kills even colleagues," they probably wouldn't intentionally kill if they could avoid it.
Considering the influence of the jinx's power, having already encountered the Great Demon Xuanwu twice, I will inevitably face a third. As the successor of the Vermilion Bird, how should I, with the power of the Water-elemental Xuanwu, deal with this formidable foe?
Fortunately, at this moment, I am no longer the person who was helpless against the Great Demon Xuanwu.
With the thought of "giving it a try", I slowly raised my palm as if taking out a lighter, and then raised my index finger.
An orange-red flame appeared on the fingertip. Then, the flame gradually changed color, from a bright orange-red to a deep black. Although it still looked like a flickering flame, it had actually transformed into a "flame-like foreign object".
Upon seeing this dark and profound heretical flame, which seemed to exist only in wild fantasies, Number Seven's expression immediately changed.
(End of this chapter)
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