The melody is gentle, like a calming and soothing tune.
It clearly posed no threat whatsoever, but the golden hue on the running Qilin dimmed slightly, and even its running speed seemed to slow down.
Before the Nascent Soul cultivators could even wonder, the entire sky darkened completely.
The expression on the face of the True Lord of the Setting Sun changed slightly, and when he looked at the others, their expressions also changed subtly.
But now they were in a bind, and had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue channeling their spiritual energy.
Suddenly, many stars appeared in the night sky, one after another, creating a beautiful scene.
Each time the music ended, a few more lights appeared on the night sky, appearing eerily bright in the silent night.
Ji Gui's smile was tinged with wickedness. The music of the zither flowed out, and the handsome man with black hair and a red robe stood alone in the night. His captivating eyes shot out an oppressive aura of dominance over heaven and earth, as if the might of the heavens had descended.
The music was calm for a while, as if it had been laid out, then suddenly rose, fast and urgent, like a calm ocean suddenly rising with tides, or a storm suddenly breaking out in a clear sky...
A crescent moon suddenly appeared amidst the clanging of weapons.
As soon as the bright moon appeared, the stars in the sky seemed to have their brilliance absorbed, becoming dim.
The golden unicorn that had run up to them suddenly let out a mournful cry. Its entire body, illuminated by the moonlight, rapidly withered, as if it had been exposed to ten suns in an instant. After the moisture evaporated, it shriveled into a tiny dot and finally turned into ashes and vanished.
Upon seeing this, the eight True Lords' expressions changed drastically.
The moonlight overhead grew even brighter, following them like a shadow, dazzling and captivating. Summoning the Qilin had already consumed too much of their spiritual power, and now the crescent moon in the sky seemed like an invisible maw, sucking away the little spiritual power they had left.
Before Nian Zhenjun had even had time to take the Spirit-Replenishing Pill.
Ji Gui flicked his sleeve slightly, and he was pulled over by a suction force.
The man stood out from nowhere, his sleeves fluttering even without wind. He gripped the man's throat with one hand, lifting him up to face him at eye level. His voice was chillingly cold: "What did you just say about my master?"
Ji Gui effortlessly neutralized the Yin-Yang Qilin Formation. Cong Nian Zhenjun, still reeling from her shock, stared wide-eyed at the incomparably handsome man, as if she were seeing an existence that did not belong to this world.
The Demon Ancestor Ji Gui actually has the ability to manipulate the stars!
Ji Gui narrowed his eyes, a sinister aura swirling within them, and tightened his fingers slightly.
From the veins bulging on Nian Zhenjun's forehead, his face turning bright red, and his pupils dilating several times over in fear, clearly reflecting the man's peerless, alluring, and bewitching face.
He tried to breathe deeply, but could only make hissing sounds; his tongue was being pinched so hard it was almost sticking out.
Ji Gui's lips curled up slightly, and he answered to himself, "You said my master is dead, and I heard that, so... you killed my master?"
"You'd better pray you're lying, otherwise, once the chains binding the beast disappear, I can't guarantee what it will do. Perhaps killing all four immortal sects won't be enough; it might use all the living beings of the Floating Light Continent as its burial offerings..."
His voice was soft and gentle, yet it struck everyone's ears like a thunderclap.
The cultivators on the ground and the Nascent Soul True Monarchs who were frantically swallowing Spirit-Replenishing Pills looked horrified. Even the Two Elements Qilin Formation could not harm the Demon Ancestor in the slightest. If this demon was angered, the entire Floating Light Continent might suffer as well.
At this moment, they actually wanted to push Bi Xie out, just to calm the demon's anger and prevent him from going mad.
Cong Nianzhenjun's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he was utterly horrified.
His nascent soul had uncontrollably reached his throat. Once his throat was crushed, his nascent soul would inevitably be crushed as well!
With his last ounce of strength, Nian Zhenjun made a hand gesture to those behind him.
The other True Lords' expressions changed slightly upon seeing this gesture.
Cheng Guang Zhenjun shouted, "Zhan'er, run!"
Wu Zhan Zhenjun hurriedly called out to his ancestor, and was then pushed down by Cheng Guang Zhenjun.
Ji Gui's lips curled into a cruel smile. With a roll of his eyes, Nian Zhenjun's nascent soul and physical body were crushed together, and a baby's cry rang out from within his body.
As if tossing away dirt, Ji Gui tossed the dissipating person in his hand aside, then raised his eyelids, his expression finally changing slightly.
The robes of the remaining seven Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the air billowed, and their spiritual power instantly went out of control. Their bodies swelled and deflated like rubber balls, and upon closer inspection, their faces were also distorted.
"Self-destruct!" Ji Gui's lips parted slightly, and after uttering these two words, she quickly retreated while holding her zither.
At the same time, seven dazzling beams of light shot out from the seven Nascent Soul cultivators, instantly illuminating the night sky above. The stars and moonlight were covered by this radiance, and the fierce and unrestrained qi surged continuously. Many low-level cultivators on the ground were torn apart by the wind blades and screamed in agony.
The simultaneous self-destruction of seven Nascent Soul cultivators was something even a Demon Ancestor at the Integration stage could not withstand.
Ji Gui retreated rapidly, but it was too late.
"Bang--"
A deafening sound rang out, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The bodies of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators exploded into countless rays of light, scattering in all directions.
"Great Ancestor!" Wu Zhan's heart-wrenching cry was barely audible amidst the earth-shattering explosion.
The entire dark sky was illuminated by scattered spiritual light, turning it into daylight, and the domain formed by the zither music broke apart amidst the earth-shaking tremors.
Ji Gui was already injured in the battle with the Demon Emperor Chi Feng, and rushed back without resting. At this time, he was affected by the power of the self-destruction of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators and was immediately injured.
The cultivators underground were completely dumbfounded, watching in terror as the specks of spiritual light in the sky gradually dissipated. Some of the more timid cultivators were so frightened that their shirts were soaked with sweat.
Seven Nascent Soul cultivators, usually revered as god-like top-tier beings, perished just like that.
The demon, however, only appeared to be a little pale, with no visible injuries.
The cultivators, their faces ashen, watched Ji Gui slowly walk towards the mountain gate. Their legs trembled uncontrollably, and they couldn't help but flee in panic.
"Run! Run away quickly..."
As long as there are people in the cultivation sects who survive, there will be a chance for them to rise again in the future.
The Nascent Soul cultivators from various sects, in a desperate move, stepped forward and self-destructed, buying the remaining cultivators a chance to escape.
The power of a Core Formation cultivator's self-destruction is far less than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but it is still enough to barely slow down Ji Gui's advance.
The earth shook violently, and the tremors were felt even in Kunyong City, a hundred miles away.
Ji Gui looked indifferently at the fleeing cultivators, a smirk playing on his lips. "Trying to escape?"
With a sharp "clang," sound waves flew in all directions, and the fleeing cultivators were instantly bounced back as if they had hit an invisible wall.
"I said, if my master is unharmed, I will invite you all to my wedding feast; but if my master is harmed even by a single hair, you... will all die!"
The incomparably handsome man arrived, stepping on the spiritual light generated by the explosion of a Core Formation cultivator. He seemed like a god bathed in holy light, yet every word he uttered and his obsessive and gloomy expression reminded people not of a god, but of a demon.
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