The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 122 Guixu Cult

The electric lightning, still powerful, swept past Yuan Zhongwu's ear, leaving a thin bloodstain on his cheek. Behind Yuan Zhongwu, the mountain gate, stone tablet, halls, eaves, and tiles were all neatly split in two by the lightning.

A bottomless ravine stretched from the front of the mountain gate straight into the deepest part of the Demon Dragon Path, splitting the entire mountain gate in two. Broken stones and tiles collapsed with a crash, and dust filled the air.

"Peak of the Golden Core stage!"

Yuan Zhongwu's expression changed drastically. Without further hesitation, his body suddenly swelled up, his clothes ripped apart, his body was covered in blue scales, his limbs turned into claws, and his head turned into a dragon. A blue dragon tens of feet long rushed out from the flames.

A chilling dragon roar resounded as the giant claw of the demonic dragon, carrying immense power, slammed down on the Tai Ming Heavenly Demon. The claw's force pressed the surface of the great swamp into a depression, causing silt and waves to surge to both sides.

With a flick of his left hand, the Styx Jar floated up, its mouth tilted, and the pitch-black Styx water poured down like a waterfall, vast and overwhelming.

The waters of the Styx corrode life, the physical body, and the soul; even a Golden Core cultivator would turn into pus within a few breaths if touched by them.

The black river swirled and expanded before the Tai Ming Heavenly Demon, instantly transforming into a vast ocean that swallowed the entire swamp.

Rumble!

Black waves surged, and silt, rotten wood, and the remains of demonic beasts hissed in the River Styx, emitting pungent white smoke. One after another, the palaces of the Demon Dragon Path collapsed, swallowed by the black river, and turned into nothingness.

The Azure Dragon struggled in the River Styx, its claws striking the surface and creating towering waves, but the River Styx water was like viscous glue, binding its dragon body tightly.

The dragon howled, its scales cracking in the Styx River, its flesh rotting and decaying, revealing dark red muscles and stark white bones.

The mournful howls were deafening. Suddenly, the thunder drum in the giant claw of the Azure Dragon exploded, and the silvery lightning blasted a gap in the River Styx. The Azure Dragon took advantage of the situation and rushed out. Its body was covered with wounds, and blood and pus dripped down mixed together.

Seeing the Taiming Heavenly Demon, the azure dragon, its energy exploding, roared and spat out a bolt of azure lightning, as thick as a mountain pillar, carrying a destructive aura as it hurtled towards the Taiming Heavenly Demon.

Tai Ming Tianmo raised his right hand and pointed his index finger forward.

Clang!

The sword rang out again, and a darker, more profound bolt of lightning slashed out, like a divine sword that could cleave the heavens and the earth, colliding head-on with the azure lightning.

boom!

The azure lightning was like paper before the electric beam, easily torn apart. The electric beam pierced through the azure dragon's head and continued to tear along its spine.

The Azure Dragon's body suddenly froze. A thin black cut extended from its head to the tip of its tail, neatly splitting it in two.

The dragon's body split open, and its blood poured out like a waterfall, turning the great swamp a dark red. The Azure Dragon's primordial spirit flickered within the dragon's body for a moment before being pulverized by lightning.

Tai Ming Tianmo withdrew his finger, and the Styx Jar flew back into his sleeve. The Styx River slowly receded, revealing the devastated state of the Great Swamp after it had been corroded. Silt, rotten wood, the remains of demonic beasts, and the ruins of the Demon Dragon Path—everything had been transformed into a desolate black wasteland under the ravages of the Styx River.

The azure dragon's corpse, split in two, lay on the ground, its blood drained, its scales dull and lifeless, its body riddled with wounds.

Tai Ming extended his right hand, his five fingers forming a fist, and the demonic energy around him surged like boiling water, transforming into a striped tiger.

The tiger was as large as an elephant, its body was jet black with blood-red stripes, and its eyes were as red as flames. It opened its mouth wide and swallowed half of the green dragon's corpse into its belly in one gulp.

The tiger chewed, the sound of bones cracking echoing. Dragon scales and flesh were crushed and digested in the tiger's mouth. The tiger opened its mouth again and swallowed the other half of the corpse. It let out a burp and turned into rolling demonic energy, which then merged back into Tai Ming's body.

Tai Ming's figure twisted and reassembled in the demonic energy. His face changed from a refined and elegant appearance to a square and resolute one, his body changed from tall and thin to burly, his skin changed from pale to dark, and his aura changed from deep and abyss-like to a violent aura mixed with demonic energy.

The Painted Tiger is not a supernatural power from the "Demon Seal Record," but rather one of the many secret techniques that Yun Weiyang obtained from Tai Ming's memories.

This supernatural power is extremely difficult to cultivate, requiring one to refine the flesh, soul, and energy of the object being consumed, and integrate them with oneself.

Furthermore, cultivators are highly susceptible to being devoured by the memories and resentment of the object during the refining process, leading to chaos in their primordial spirit, invasion by inner demons, and ultimately, cultivation deviation.

However, for Yun Weiyang, who possesses Tai Ming's complete memories, this divine ability is not difficult at all. Tai Ming used this method to dominate the world and devour countless righteous powerhouses without ever failing.

Tai Ming was surrounded by demonic energy. Yuan Zhongwu's aura, cultivation level, and memories were all absorbed into his body. However, Tai Ming was ultimately just a demonic form with insufficient foundation, and devouring one Yuan Zhongwu was already his limit.

Raising his head, Tai Ming looked towards the northeast, where the Guixu Sect's mountain gate was located.

The Guixu Sect's mountain gate sits on a vast, pitch-black lake. The lake's surface is calm, like a black mirror reflecting the stars in the sky.

The lake water was as black as ink, seemingly calm, yet it contained an extremely turbid and malevolent aura, so intense it was almost tangible, rising from the lake water and condensing into a layer of grayish-white mist above the lake surface.

Ordinary cultivators, even those at the Golden Core stage, would have their bodies eroded and their primordial spirits corrupted by the yin and turbid evil energy if they fell into this lake. In no time, they would be reduced to a skeleton. In terms of power, this lake is comparable to a powerful spiritual treasure.

Above the great lake, the formations shifted, and a faint light flickered. Tai Ming's aura surged, and the pressure of his Golden Core realm spread out, causing ripples to spread across the lake's surface.

Sensing Tai Ming's aura, the massive formation cracked open a portal, from which two cultivators flew out and landed in front of Tai Ming.

Both of them were inner disciples of the Guixu Sect, with cultivation levels of only the Refining Spirit Realm. Upon seeing Taiming, they bowed respectfully and greeted him as "True Person Yuan."

Tai Ming nodded slightly, expressionless. In this Upper Xuan Realm, apart from a few sect leaders, Golden Core cultivators are among the strongest. Even the disciples and elders of the Guixu Sect dare not neglect a Golden Core expert.

Two disciples led the way, guiding Tai Ming through the formation and into the Guixu Sect's mountain gate.

The lake water parted at our feet, revealing a deep passage. On both sides of the passage were water walls, and within these walls, one could vaguely see the bones and remains of countless demonic beasts. These were the traces left by creatures that had strayed into the great lake over the years and been corrupted by its malevolent energy.

Deep within the mountain gate, a pitch-black hall stands at the bottom of the lake. The hall is built of an unknown black stone and has no decorations. Only a huge character "墟" is carved on the hall door.

Tai Ming entered the main hall, which was dimly lit, with only a few ever-burning lamps flickering in the corners, emitting a ghostly blue light.