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Daoist ThreeLives 15 Jun 2025, 13:15

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I've caught up to the latest chapter

We'll just keep hoping that the author gets well and releases new chapters

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GOL.D.MOKU 24 Mar 2025, 03:15

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I feel Sorry for the Fellow Daoists who were following the story enthusiastically, and since there is no hope of the Novel completion I will drop the Chapters 351 to 368 which were last of the chapters I could find just to give a sense of completion. I hope the Author recovers from the Illness and continues this great journey.
Chapter 351
351 Unstoppable (Part 2)

"No...nononono! Impossible!" Zhiji Jing couldn't guess Xinzi's bloodline or abilities, but connected to her troops through the Scattered Energy Fusion, she could feel each mysterious beast that Xinzi's Qi impacted detach itself from the formation and turn...into a demon!

Yes, following this one move from Xinzi, all Myriad Beast Gang members under Holy Beast Sovereign rank became fiery balls of Evil Qi, morphing under the eyes of the Dongli state's experts to become a horde of 200 million Heart Demons!

Wrath Heart Demons, Lust Heart Demons, Greed Heart Demons, Gluttony, Vanity, and Withdrawal Heart Demons, whichever of Xinzi's prevalent sins appealed to them the most became the essence of their new demonic form.

From seductive human forms to grotesque horror shapes, demonic transformation succeeded one another as the 3rd and 29th Horde vanished, becoming loyal demon soldiers devoted to Xinzi and the Liberation Temple.

Exacerbating the sins and evil locked in the heart of the targets and forcing them to turn into demons loyal to the caster, this was the most terrifying ability of the Sinshifter, a bloodline reserved for the strongest lieutenants of Lord Sheitan. But even for a Sinshifter, the Sinshifting innate skill wouldn't reach such a horrifying level if not for Xinzi's Hell Suppressing Immortal Pulse.

Faced with the combination of innate skill and pulse, all the animosity that the Myriad Beast Gang's troops kept bottled up became a weapon that Xinzi could effortlessly manipulate to turn them all into his goons.

Now, only Zhiji Jing, Xiao Hu and the squad of Holy Beast Sovereigns stayed behind - last remnants of the troops dispatched to the Nameless Sword Mountain.

The 200 million demons turned into clouds of dark mist, leaving Zhiji Jing to stand behind their new master - behind Xinzi. To say nothing of Zhiji Jing, Xiao Hu, Haoyue, Zuixian and the rest, even the Liberation Temple's experts and gals couldn't believe their eyes, all trembling at the supremely diabolic feat they just witnessed.

"Now, I'm going to do you a favor and
repeat myself. I have no time for
mini-bosses and am not here to carry out a slaughter. Why kill when you can subjugate? Why ruin when you can build something infinitely greater? You have my thanks for providing me with a much-needed branch of demon troops. In my quest to liberate all lives, it is important that I can show my devotees that mortal, holy, divine and infernal can all share the same bread.

Thank you, Zhiji Jing, for this grand contribution. But as I've said before, you're just a side character, and until you improve that status, you do not have the qualifications to seek an epic battle with My Humble Self," Xinzi said, and with another leisurely step forward, appeared before Zhiji Jing.

"Leave and tell Daji that the Nameless Sword Mountain is under my protection and, that if she wants to destroy it, she has to go through me." The 24 Holy Beast Sovereigns all stood in monster form, mountain-sized creatures that individually dwarfed towns and cities.

Yet, faced with the two-meters tall Xinzi, they all seemed tiny, like an insignificant pack of worms desperate to challenge a giant. Zhiji Jing had lost her breath, shaking and trembling like a feather blown left and right by a raging storm.

"W-who...are you?"

"Abbot Xinzi, of the Liberation Temple," Xinzi said and walked past Zhiji Jing. Upon hearing that name, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. How could Zhiji Jing not know the name of the person that Daji had been chasing for so long? The so-called Zhen of the Night Pantheon? Daji had collected all the information that she could, and knew that behind the disguise of a White Immortal Sect disciple, Xinzi or Zhen was also a giant of the Eternal Night Dynasty:

A God!

Or at least, this was Daji's belief. A belief shared by Zhiji Jing and reinforced by Xiao Hu's reaction at the mere mention of that name. Now, Zhiji Jing finally realized why Xiao Hu had lost her composure upon seeing that monk. Even if she couldn't put a name on it, her body and soul had recognized the face.

"Hateful! Do you think you can just walk away after what you've done to our brothers and sisters? Don't underestimate the Myriad Beast Gang!"

But while Zhiji Jing realized that the Myriad Beast Gang had kicked a sheet of iron, the same didn't apply to the 24 Beast Sovereigns, who all refused to accept the disastrous defeat that they'd just suffered.

In tandem, they lunged at Xinzi, sharing their various innate skills through the Scattered Energy Fusion to multiply their battle prowess.

"No, idiots, stop!" Aware that they were outmatched, Zhiji Jing tried to stop her subordinates, but couldn't prevent the murderous fire in their eyes from taking over and piloting their bodies.

"Can't say I didn't warn you," Xinzi said, and without turning to face the 24 Beast Sovereigns, clenched his fists, pulling in a deep breath. The Heavenly Dao kicked in, bringing all the laws of the mortal world to suppress the Holy Beast Sovereigns that dared to assault its owner. Instantly, the 24 Holy Beast Sovereigns felt their strength plummet. Their innate skills, all products of Heaven's Will, malfunctioned, forcing them to challenge Xinzi with claws, fangs and fists.

Sensing an imminent disaster, Zhiji Jing joined the dance, relying on the energy ball at the center of the Scattered Energy Fusion to fire murderous blasts at Xinzi.

"The Great Dao...is heartless."

Moving faster than Zhiji Jing at her best, Xinzi slammed his right knee straight into the face of a colossal White Tiger. The White Tiger's skull ruptured, his head exploded into blood and gore, and by the time his hefty body had collapsed on the ground, his soul and monster core had flown out - vanishing in Xinzi's chest.

A duo of ape and lion appeared at Xinzi's left and right, hurling their herculean fists and claws at his comparatively tiny body. Holy Force, Divine Power, masked Evil Qi, Blood Energy, the Immortal Golden Dragon Physique, Eternal Dragon Monster Core, and all five Demon Hearts kicked in at the same time, bringing the might of Xinzi's fleshly body to absurd levels of dominance.

Misty white force followed his breathing patterns, going in and out of his mouth and nostrils as the Dao Breath operated, adding to his explosive power. Xinzi stretched his hands out, blocking colossal fists and claws with two indexes.

"AAAAAAARGH!" The Naga bloodline kicked in, producing an irresistible poison that burned lion and ape till not even their bones remained. Monster Cores and souls once more fed Xinzi's growth. But as the surviving 21 assailants realized that they were biting far more than they could chew, Xinzi had lost interest in mercy - turning into a hurricane of brutality that ravaged the Beast Sovereigns' ranks. Formless and odorless poison pervaded the air, filling the Beast Soveireigns' bodies, and reducing their battle prowess to zero.

"AAARGH! STOP IT!
I...BEG...AAAAAAAAAARGH!" All squirmed and squealed on the ground, crippled by excruciating jolts of pain that made acid-on-face feel like a pat on the head.

"As you wish," Xinzi said, and one after the other, stomped the Beast Sovereigns to death. By the time the 13th had fallen, Xiao Hu stopped her melody, causing the remaining 11th Beast Sovereigns to return to Holy Beast King tier.

"Ximei why...why did you do that?!"
Confused and terror-stricken, Zhiji Jing barked at Xiao Hu. But once she saw the hopeless terror in her sister's eyes, she realized the why.

"Maybe...if they return to Holy Beast King...he will subjugate them instead of stomping them to death," the pipa demoness whispered. She wasn't incorrect. Xinzi stretched his hand out, manipulating the grief, agony and negativity to turn the 11 surviving 3rd Horde leaders into demons loyal only to him.

"Is this really...you? No, impossible, it has to be a clone." Shui Haoyue couldn't believe her eyes. Not just because of the power, but the attitude that Xinzi displayed. Although his moves seemed to follow certain principles, although divine and holy forces undulated his form, there wasn't a single person on the scene that didn't see in the current Xinzi the incarnation of a rampaging monster.

Now, only Xiao Hu and Zhiji Jing stayed behind. Coerced by his aura, both failed to stay on their feet, struggling to breathe and look him in the eye.

"I gave you a way out. I said that I wasn't here for slaughter. Why did you have to force my hand? Now, I'm angry..." Xinzi said and reached for Zhiji Jing's neck. Irresistible suction forces kicked in, making the Holy Beast Sovereign fly into Xinzi's hand.

"So tell me, little peacock, why should I spare you?" Xinzi rhetorically asked and squeezed Zhiji Jing's neck.

"Ugh...ugh!!!" Unable to speak or breathe, Zhiji Jing gasped for air. The squeezing tightened, and if nothing changed, it wouldn't be long before Xinzi broke the peacock's neck.

"S-stop...Xinzi, stop!" Tapping in the full depths of her willpower, Xiao Hu barked, causing Xinzi's attention to shift from Zhiji Jing and lock on her.

"Oh, you can say my name now? Interesting. But why should I stop? Who are you to me that I should spare her for you?" This time, Xinzi asked in a serious tone. His grip on Zhiji Jing's neck intensified. Even when she vagabonded across the Eastern Continent, going from peacock to pheasant while avoiding relentless hunts, Zhiji Jing had never been as terrified as she was at this instant.

Her life, everything from her birth till now, flashed before her eyes, perhaps an attempt of her brain to find a way out from this hopeless situation.

But as Zhiji Jing could see the specter of death extend its arms at her, a radiant yellow beam raced down the sky, slamming into Xinzi in an earth-shaking explosion.

"If you won't stop, I will make you." The gargantuan figure of the Yellow Dragon appeared in the sky, marking the arrival of Bai Daji.

Chapter 352
352 Expectations vs. Reality

As the yellow dragon's wings flapped in the sky, the very direction of the wind shifted back and forth, roughing up faces in one instant, then dragging men, stones and debris forward in the next.

Meanwhile, at the cratered surface where the yellow dragon's beam hit Xinzi, smoke and stone debris rose up the air, dispersing to reveal two figures that lay face down on the ground: Zhiji Jing and Xinzi.

*Cough!* *Ugh!* *Cough!*

Trying to get back her breath, Zhiji Jing gasped and coughed to no end, her arms and legs trembling as her chest heaved up and down. Instinctively, she tried to crawl away from the crater, to put as much distance between her and the monk that had quickly turned into the embodiment of her greatest nightmares.

That monk lay inert at the center of the crater, crackling yellow energies undulating his robe, and reminding the onlooker of the dreadful energy beam he'd just received. But despite their leader's unconscious state, the Liberation Temple's gals and troops didn't look worried. Daji's face twisted into a frown, and even Qiu Meng shook his head.

"Nice shot. As expected from a young vixen.

A shot to the back is always a wise entrance move. Well done, Bai Daji," Xinzi said, and in slow motion, rose from the ground. Dust and yellow electricity aside, his body didn't show a single reminder of the terrifying blow he'd just received, not even a scratch.

'Even without formations, the Yellow Dragon is a peerless force under the Immortal realm. How did he take that beam and get off scot-free?' Zhiji Jing despaired, her eyes trembling at the herculean form that seemed to dwarf mountains and seas.

"With that said, I am a bit disappointed. When I heard that you'd taken control of Huanglong's corpse, I expected a formidable opponent. If that's all you can do, I'm afraid you might not live long enough to see the sunset," Xinzi lamented, and with a casual spin, turned to face Daji. For the first time since the ten-tailed fox' rebirth, the two faced one another. But while Daji had been looking forward to meeting her benefactor, now that she finally got her wish, her tongue soured impossibly.

From the moment that she'd been reincarnated in Qingqiu, Daji had chased Xinzi's shadow, and despite all her adventures, never once lost sight of that goal. But now that she did find him, her brain refused to accept what she saw, instead wishing that the chase could have gone on for thousands of years.

Taller, stronger, more handsome, as if re-carved by Heaven itself, by all measurable metrics, Daji's benefactor looked much better than he did at their first meeting. Yet, as her eyes went up and down his form, Daji wished that he'd immediately revert to the one she'd met.

Granted that Xinzi currently held her tenth tail, weakening her mystical abilities, Daji still had the soul of the ten-tailed White Fox. Thanks to that soul, just like Qingxin, she was born in tune with Heaven's laws, and with one look could see the catastrophic mess that Xinzi's psyche had turned into. At the moment, his actions failed to fully reveal how deep he'd sunken into madness and corruption.

That realization wounded Daji's heart.

Despite what the Myriad Beast Gang preached to the world, Daji didn't see herself as the righteous side. She was simply trying to get the best deal possible for the Eastern Continent's mysterious beasts - to reshape the land to fit her ideals. In the process, there was some level of innocent blood that she was fully prepared to spill. After all, reality wasn't a fairy tale. No one could drive world-altering changes without conflict and backlash. But like all rationally thinking leaders in this position, Daji had her bottom line and found no pleasure in causing wanton destruction.

The current Xinzi, on the other hand, was different. His entire thought process had turned into a paradox of wisdom and criminal indulgence. If at rest, Xinzi had no interest in carnage, once he got a taste for it, he couldn't help but want more, more and even more.

Carnage was only one form of it. All manners of physical pleasure, all forms of stimulation, helped him sink further into indulgence and experience a corrupt form of liberation.

Thankfully, he also had the ability to outright withdraw himself from these perverse emotions and desires. But a temporary fix, that withdrawal slowly intensified the exhilarating pleasure that he experienced once he indulged in vice - leading to a vicious cycle of eternal damnation.

Though now in control, no one could tell when the addict in Xinzi would take over, leading the world to unspeakable consequences.

"Abbot Xinzi, you're not the only one experiencing disappointment. As the saying goes, reality will never fail to let down a girl's expectations."

"Nice, but why do I feel like that saying doesn't exist?"

"Because I just invented it."

"Oh..." The back-and-forth ended with Xinzi looking past the Yellow Dragon and colorful shroud, to stare deep into Daji's eyes.

Instantly, the vixen realized that, unlike the others, Xinzi had no trouble seeing through her concealment - that before his slit golden eyes, there was nothing that she could hide.

Feeling exposed, Daji pulled in a deep breath, steadying her psyche. No matter what she expected before this day, now that things had reached this point, she couldn't afford to show weakness.

"I didn't know that the Nameless Sword Mountain was under your protection, and do not want to fight you. There's nothing I can do about you turning the 3rd and 29th Horde into demon soldiers. Consider this my apology for offending you. However, Zhiji Jing and Ximei are my sisters and must go home with me. Give them back to me, and I will leave this place." Believing that a battle would benefit no side, and not wanting to antagonize her benefactor further, Daji made her offer.

"Zhiji Jing can go. If Xiao Hu wants to, she can go as well. However... Huanglong stays with me," Xinzi said, pointing his left index at the Yellow Dragon.

"What?" Veins pulsed on Daji's forehead, and her eyes turned red.

"It's for your own good. You're playing with powers that you do not comprehend. By decree of Heaven's Will, Huanglong was born to become the next Legendary Dragon: the strongest of all mysterious beasts. With each realm breakthrough, he had to temper his monster core through horrifying tribulations, tribulations that he never fully recovered from. It's due to the damages of his last tribulation that Huanglong failed to slaughter the retired Shentu elders that came to murder him.

Even then, they only managed to shatter his soul and scatter the fragments. You could say that Huanglong's last tribulation is still ongoing. When he recovers his soul fragments, he will pass the final cap and be reborn as...the Dragon Emperor.

Only I can make use of Huanglong's true powers.

Only I can help him recover his soul fragments and fulfill his destiny.

Huanglong is wasted on you. He doesn't belong to you. Give him to me, and you can go." Xinzi gave his terms. He wasn't incorrect. The Dragon Emperor was the destined mount of the Heavenly Emperor: Shenzhuo.

More specifically, Huanglong was a part of Shenzhuo and carried a minuscule portion of his Divineline. Daji could never tap into Huanglong's full potential. Shenzhuo aside, only Xinzi could.

But so what if that was true?

As a faction leader, the ruler of the east's myriad beasts, Daji had her pride. Out of consideration for what she owed him, she was ready to make concessions for Xinzi. But the Yellow Dragon? That was not only her symbol but the foundation that enabled the Myriad Beast Gang to contend with the other top eastern powers.

Without, how was she supposed to resist Zhenwu Shenquan and protect the sovereignty of the Myriad Beast Gang?

"Is that your final offer?" In a melodious yet bone-chilling tone, Daji asked.

"Yep." Xinzi casually replied. His lips arched up, as if relishing the shift in Daji's emotions. Undisturbed by Xinzi's reply, Daji lowered her eyes to the Yellow Dragon and patted his neck.

"Huanglong, do you want to go with him?"

"Grrrr!" Barely had Daji asked her mount that electric white and yellow energies flashed in Huanglong's eyes. His maw opened wide, releasing a low, guttural roar that reverberated throughout the land.

Huanglong shook his head, rejecting Xinzi.

"You heard him. Though his soul is gone, Huanglong still has a trace of Divine Sense left in him. He's different from other mysterious beasts. I can only control him because he allows me to, because he acknowledges and welcomes my authority. Sorry, but the only way for you to take him from me...is by relying on your fists," Daji said. Colorful rays flashed in her eyes, and the shadow of a nine-tailed White Fox appeared at her back - spreading across the sky.

Better, keen observers could see the illusory shape of a tenth tail form and vanish from one moment to the next, causing mystical energies to unfurl.

"All four legendary beasts exist for and belong to Heaven. None of you...can defy Heaven's Will." Xinzi stretched his hands out, and in that instant, all on the scene could hear not one, but two voices coming out of his mouth.

The voices overlapped, causing an irresistible symphony to echo throughout the Dongli state.

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  Chapter 353
  353 The Greatest
  
  Enrapturing yet suffocating, as the union of Xinzi's two voices pealed across the state, all that listened to the melody felt these two sensations take hold of them. Daji was no different. But unlike the others, Huanglong didn't have a soul, and therefore couldn't bear the full weight of Xinzi's oppressive celestial powers.
  
  The Yellow Dragon roared at Xinzi's display. The sky reddened in response, yellow lightning and blinding flashes of light shafting down the heavens as burning jets of yellow fire took shape around Huanglong's limbs and set his body ablaze. Under the dazed eyes of the audience, Huanglong turned into a ball - no - a mountain of resplendent light, crackling lightning and searing yellow flames. The pressure of his aura rose immensely, exceeding that of a Loose Immortal.
  
  "Yanglong's Solar Dragons aside, this is the strongest innate skill of the True Dragon lineages Huanglong's unique ability: Essence of the Burning Heavens," sitting crossed-legged on top of his mountain peak, Qiu Meng appraised the Yellow Dragon's innate skill. In the past, there was a saying that so long as the Yellow Dragon activated his Essence of the Burning Heavens, under the Immortal realm, no life could survive his wrath.
  
  Even the Shentu clan's retired elders had to rely on a battle formation led by 12 peak Supreme Clarity experts, and still lost nine of them, to break through the Yellow Dragon's weakened innate skill.
  
  Still, at the end of the day, the current Huanglong was a soulless entity and thereby shouldn't be able to unleash powers equal to even the weakened state that the Shentu elders took advantage of.
  
  At least, this was how things would have been if not for Daji being in command of this ancient beast. Waves of colorful energies poured out of Daji's chest, stimulating Huanglong's unique bloodline while the fox girl's soul acted as a replacement for the Yellow Dragon's. Thus, in that instant, Huanglong's strength not only exceeded that of a mere corpse but also went slightly beyond the force that the Shentu elders confronted 10,000 years ago.
  
  But despite what he faced, Xinzi's eyes showed no sign of worry. On the contrary, his smile brightened still, almost as if Daji and the Yellow Dragon's show further stimulated his maniacal tendencies. Xinzi stomped his right foot, causing long spear-shaped stones to grow from the battered landscape before detaching themselves from the ground.
  
  Powered by the Heavenly Dao and Xinzi's berserk energies, tens of thousands of long spears lunged into the air. The monk took a deep breath, and as white mist flew in and out his nose, Xinzi stepped into the air, he too racing at the Yellow Dragon.
  
  "GRRRR!" Uttering a deafening roar, the ancient beast met the challenge. The first wave of long spears turned into fiery stones, disintegrating into debris and dust before it could reach its target. The second wave didn't have better luck, shrinking into ashes and sinking rubble before Huanglong's majestic Essence of the Burning Heavens.
  
  But as the saying goes, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. And if by the third try you still fail, surely the hundredth shot will win the race. (This isn't part of the original saying, I just invented it :)) Xinzi wouldn't need to put forth 100 waves. Each long spear carried the will of the Heavenly Dao - a will that Huanglong couldn't defy with impunity.
  
  As Huanglong's Essence of the Burning Heavens reduced the succeeding earthen spear waves to ashes, formless particles of the Heavenly Dao seeped into his scales, infiltrating his organs to weaken the structure of his monster core. The might of the Yellow Dragon's fearsome innate skill dropped at breakneck speed. Cracks spread across Huanglong's scales, electric light beams shot out of the dragon's bursting body, and Daji's brows furrowed at the scene.
  
  Ignoring his bursting body, Huanglong's swept the scene, seeking Xinzi's trace. But besides a storm of earthen spears, the Yellow Dragon's slit eyes didn't find squat. The Essence of the Burning Heavens weakened further, and by the time the seventh earthen spear wave locked on his colossal frame, Huanglong's innate skill had no resistance to offer.
  
  Without hesitation, the Yellow Dragon soared higher into the sky, desperately trying to avoid as many spears as possible while sheltering Daji from the murderous wave unleashed by her savior. Here, the fox girl joined her hands in a prayer sign. Twelve lilac talismans appeared at her left, right, front and back, shining with mesmerizing rays and forming a circle of whirling light around her slender form.
  
  The breath of the Heavenly Dao rippled in the twelve talismans, as if each piece of lilac paper existed in tune with Heaven's laws. One bolt of lilac lightning dropped from the sky, slamming into Huanglong and diving all the way to his monster core. Instantly, all the particles wreaking havoc inside the great beast's core came to a grinding halt - refusing to clash with the lilac lightning. But at the same time, the particles didn't retreat, engaging Daji's lightning bolt in an uncanny stare-down.
  
  "Interesting..." As Huanglong fled towards the sky, a duet of two perfectly synched voices reverberated across the scene, causing all that heard them to ball up and quiver like house pets under a thunderstorm.
  
  The thousands of soaring projectiles merged to form a set of three - three redwood-sized spears each surrounded by five smaller javelins.
  
  Fire, water, wood, earth and metal, from each five-javelin set, the energies of the five basic elements emanated. Meanwhile, ice, thunder and wind coiled around the three colossal spears, announcing an unprecedented storm of elemental energies.
  
  "You're not a deity, not even a Divine Spirit, yet with a Pulse Condensation cultivation base, you can call upon the Heavenly Dao. Not bad. The ten-tailed White Fox deserves the moniker of 'most mysterious of all beasts. What a pity that with this alone..."
  
  A cacophony of hissing and grating sounds rippled across the sky. And under the awestruck eyes of the audience, the combined forces of the basic and mutant elements erupted in full force, exploding towards the Yellow Dragon like a tide of celestial fury.
  
  "You still have no hope to come out of this alive."
  
  Though of absurd speed for a beast of his size, the Yellow Dragon struggled to put distance between him and Xinzi's elemental storm. But as the distance shrank and Daji's surviving subordinates paled, one gargantuan claw dropped from the sky, slamming into Huanglong and sending him hurtling straight into the elemental storm.
  
  "After all, of all the beasts that this broken world has to offer, I am the greatest."
  
  At the gate of death, Huanglong again summoned the Essence of the Burning Heavens, unleashing the full might of his bloodline to resist the horrifying elemental storm. Alas, faced with powers that would make even Immortals reconsider their life choices, Huanglong's legendary innate skill proved...remarkably useless.
  
  Chapter 354
  354 Lay You to Waste
  
  "Big sister!"
  
  "Daji!"
  
  In tandem, Xiao Hu and Zhiji Jing, sole remnants of Daji's dispatched troops, screamed their lungs out, refusing to accept that their all-resourceful sister and leader had lost so easily. They weren't the only ones. From the senior experts who watched the clash from a distance to Qiu Meng who had access to myriad futures, all marveled at the masterful control that Xinzi displayed over the mainstream elements, and the ease with which he subdued the Yellow Dragon.
  
  However, as Qiu Meng's Spiritual Sense peered through the elemental storm that threatened to tear the Yellow Dragon to shreds, his brows furrowed, and for the imperceptible split of a second, the Celestial Grandmaster's lips curled up.
  
  One guttural roar thundered, forcing men, women, juniors and seniors alike to block their ears in a futile attempt to prevent the roar from battering their eardrums. Yellow fire and crackling lightning rolled out of the elemental storm, surrounded by coiling waves of lilac energies that spread across all directions.
  
  "The Greatest? What a reckless and presumptuous statement." In a blast of colorful energies, one mesmerizing voice challenged Xinzi's statement. The monk's elemental storm dispersed, replaced by the unscathed figure of the Yellow Dragon whose size had shrunken to a much less impressive ten meters.
  
  At the back of the Yellow Dragon, one could now see the hazy figure of a ten-tailed vixen. As for Daji's true body, unbeknownst to the audience, the fox girl had dropped into and fused with Huanglong's monster core. Thanks to this merger, the Yellow Dragon's bloodline powers rose to incomprehensible levels, levels that'd pressure even the Divine Spirits of the Taiyang and Hengye clans.
  
  Huanglong turned into a barrage of yellow lightning meteors, and as the powered-up dragon shot towards the sky, for the first time since the Liberation Temple's troops had landed on the scene, frowns stretched the faces of Xinzi's subordinates.
  
  One deafening blast reverberated. Xinzi's previously invisible figure reappeared up above, and as the monk's gaze trembled in a spell of stupor, a crude bite wound ripped through his neck - and his blood gushed forth.
  
  "When even the emperor of all beasts doesn't lay claim to this title, how dare you refer to yourself as...the greatest? Abbot Xinzi, you've gone from a magnetic monastic guide to yet another arrogant warlord an - unfortunate downgrade." Daji's mesmerizing voice rippled through the sky, soothing the ears of all that listened, regardless of what faction they belonged to.
  
  But as Xinzi's subordinates and gals' faces twisted at his gaping wound, the monk's lips curled into a conflicting smile. A mix of golden and emerald energies surged from his mangled neck, causing the gaping wound to heal instantly.
  
  "You can challenge my control of the Heavenly Dao, break my elemental abilities, and even see through my fusion with the world. Moreover, whenever you get angry, you have the terrible habit of speaking like me. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were handmade by Heaven to become my rebellious wife," Xinzi said, but right afterward, chortled at his own words.
  
  Previously, Xinzi had not vanished, but rather combined the Dao Breath and Heavenly Dao to fuse with the world, enabling him to attack from all angles while standing in an almost invulnerable position. However, never did the monk expect that Daji's ten-tailed White Fox soul also enabled her to break that perfect union - an ability that even Qingxin, the only other practitioner born in tune with Heaven's Laws, didn't possess.
  
  As if that wasn't enough, as the emperor of mysterious beasts, even without her tenth tail, Daji's monster core enabled her to boost the bloodline strength of any beast she chose to merge with way past expected limits.
  
  Alone, Daji had no hope of resisting a single blow from someone on Xinzi's level, but by combining her mystical ten-tail abilities with her quasi-immortal beast, she instantly became the most formidable opponent that Xinzi had ever traded blows with in his monk body.
  
  Xinzi wasn't entirely wrong, all the preceding generations of Legendary Beasts served specific purposes. This one was no different, and as the leader of the pack, the current incarnation of the tenth-tail White Fox had indeed been handmade by Heaven to become a certain person's balance and lifelong partner. However, that person wasn't Xinzi, but rather the titular ruler of the Celestial Paradise: Shenzhuo.
  
  Heaven aside, only the ruler of the Celestial Paradise had the right to lead the four Legendary Beasts - all destined to serve various supporting roles in Shenzhuo's existence. At the moment, only Heaven, Shenzhuo and Qiu Meng had access to this information. So for now, Xinzi had no knowledge of this. Not that said knowledge would have changed much to the current situation.
  
  Colossal waves of Blood Energy, of Evil Qi masked as Immortal Qi, of Divine Power and Holy Force, rolled out of Xinzi's sleeves. His red and gold monastic robes fluttered in the air, swaying under the erratic tune of these tyrannical energies. From inside Huanglong's monster core, Daji's gaze grew dignified, but as her Spiritual Sense studied the energies surging from Xinzi's form, terror spread through the fox girl's soul.
  
  "Fine, it's fine. If I can't suppress you with the Heavenly Dao..." Here, Xinzi cracked his neck. Sheens of lustrous draconic scales spread across his arms, chest and legs. The 108 sarira beads shone with fiendish rays, channeling the strength of the millions of demons that Xinzi had created from Daji's hordes to fuel his muscles and bones with infinite strength.
  
  With one step, Xinzi vanished, moving at a speed that made even the best of Supreme Clarity experts look like mortal cripples.
  
  "I just have to use good old-fashioned brute strength and lay you to waste." By the time that these sinister words had resounded throughout the land, Xinzi had turned into a ten-meters tall scarlet half-draconic beast. Gargantuan black wings sprouted from his back, flapping with baleful energies that made even the Yellow Dragon, a walking beast corpse, unable to move an inch.
  
  Xinzi's scarlet claws struck from the left and right, tearing through Huanglong's sides, and slamming right at his monster core!
  
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    Chapter 355
    355 [Bonus chapter]Total Domination
    
    "No..." Again, Xiao Hu and Zhiji Jing lost their breath, considering that despite her best efforts, their sister-leader's struggles ended here. And this time, they weren't the only one. Sensing the gigantic claws making their way towards her, Daji too panicked. And who could blame her? Huanglong's monster core which, in any other circumstances, should have been the safest hiding spot, had now turned into a maximum security prison cell that left her unable to escape the incoming calamity.
    
    Like stainless steel knives ramming through butter, Xinzi's scarlet claws tore through Huanglong's sides, reducing all organs in their path to shreds as they latched on the ancient beast's Monster Core.
    
    "Gotcha," Xinzi whispered. The words traveled through the Yellow Dragon's mangled body, reaching Daji, who struggled to maintain her composure. But as Xinzi's claws applied pressure on Huanglong's Monster Core, burning flames and electric light flashed in the Yellow Dragon's eyes. Thin rays of divine light erupted from his bloodied scales, and Huanglong's Blood Energy erupted in full force, forcing a desperate burst that sent the ancient beast hurtling towards the ground - out of the reach of Xinzi's sinister claws.
    
    This desperate move came at a steep price.
    
    All that witnessed this clash of titans could see gigantic holes in Huanglong's sides - holes that even the regenerative powers of the dragon's super-boosted bloodline couldn't heal.
    
    Through Huanglong's desperate move, Xinzi could sense the tiny sliver of soul left in that ancient beast stirring, stirring with steadfast loyalty and an unyielding determination that refused to see its master perish.
    
    "Nice goon." If even a sliver of soul could display such devotion, Xinzi couldn't help but imagine what type of bodyguard the whole package would turn into.
    
    Building on the opportunity offered by Huanglong, Daji got to work. From inside the Yellow Dragon's Monster Core, the fox girl joined her hands in a prayer sign.
    
    Dazzling rays of divine light shot out of her pores, not only lighting up Huanglong's monster core but also spreading to every particle of the ancient beast's soul.
    
    In that instant, by relying on her connection to Heaven's Laws, Daji activated the Celestial Rhythm, sharing it with Huanglong, and enabling the Yellow Dragon to become one with nature.
    
    Shrugging off his gaping wounds, Huanglong turned towards Xinzi, and with one dive, blitzed through the air to slam his elongated claws at the beast-shaped monk. Undisturbed, Xinzi crossed his arms before his face, using them as shields to receive Huanglong's blow.
    
    The collision echoed like rolling thunder. But though of unparalleled resilience, under the renewed might of Huanglong's claws, Xinzi's arms didn't offer much protection. The monk flew back, tumbling down like a crashing meteor.
    
    Unwilling to give Xinzi the opportunity to regain momentum, Huanglong gave chase, trapping Xinzi with his tail and unleashing a flurry of murderous blows that came crashing at the beast-shaped monk with murderous fury.
    
    Burning through his reserves, Xinzi blasted away Huanglong's tail, flying upward to escape the Yellow Dragon's ferocious blows. Alas, wherever Xinzi went, Huanglong appeared - worse - it was almost as if the Yellow Dragon could predict every single one of Xinzi's moves, making it impossible for the monk to catch a break.
    
    Extreme speed, overwhelming destructive power, and outrageous reflexes that approached precognition, resilience aside, every single one of Huanglong's traits and abilities had received a shocking boost, once again causing the audience to reevaluate Daji's odds.
    
    This time, Tusha couldn't hold still. The White Winged Demon soldiers summoned their weapons, and even those Liberation Temple gals that had no hope of influencing a battle of this level got ready to fight.
    
    'No worries. But as Xinzi's subordinates lost their composure and prepared to dive in, his voice, as calm as ever, spread through their minds - dispelling all worries.
    
    The Yellow Dragon's claws came crashing from above, sending Xinzi hurtling into the ground and cratering with an ear-splitting blast.
    
    Silence settled on the scene. The Yellow Dragon towered above all, full of divine splendor that made the bystanders mistake it for a celestial envoy.
    
    Here, Qiu Meng shook his head, sighing and gritting his teeth as if resigning himself to a result that made him want to vomit.
    
    "Actually, I can do that too. I just can't be bothered." One voice boomed from all corners, and for the first time since he'd landed on the scene, Huanglong's undead heart skipped a beat. The weak pulse maintained by Daji's powers grew louder, wilder, like a clatter of disordered footsteps all rushing towards opposite directions to escape a catastrophe.
    
    Boundless waves of divine power surged from the ground, blinding all on the scene as one mountain-sized claw emerged from underneath, making a slow yet irresistible rise towards the Yellow Dragon.
    
    "What are you waiting for? Move! Move!"
    
    Daji barked at Huanglong. Alas, the Yellow Dragon refused to listen. More precisely, it couldn't. It was as if Xinzi's claw had sucked all force and potential from the world, leaving all lives helpless to resist his offensive. In that instant, Xinzi didn't become one with nature- no -Xinzi was nature.
    
    The slow-paced, casual claw strike hit Huanglong like a battering ram, sending the Yellow Dragon flying across the sky and causing his arms to burst into blood and gore.
    
    Immediately, all the boosts gained from Daji's tricks vanished into nothingness.
    
    Huanglong's strength plummeted, not just returning to the original level, but dropping to the point that even the average Supreme Clarity expert could wipe the floor with the Yellow Dragon.
    
    Here, Xinzi rose from the ground, and to Daji's horror, his colossal diabolic wings now shone with the same divine light that had previously fueled Huanglong's offensive.
    
    "Daji, at the risk of stating the obvious, doping is bad. Even the Yellow Dragon at its peak wouldn't be able to receive your full-powered bloodline boost without crippling side effects - especially considering that your own bloodline is currently incomplete," Xinzi said and took one leisurely step forward.
    
    The will of the world, of the Dao and the elements, all came crashing on the Yellow Dragon, causing its legs and wings to burst as well. Now, Huanglong only had his head and torso left. That head cast a defiant stare at Xinzi. Yet in those slit, rebellious eyes, all could see that Huanglong himself...had acknowledged defeat.
    
    Daji, however, refused to give up, pumping all the energies that she could into the Yellow Dragon - a pointless effort. Each attempt to add more power only reduced what little force Huanglong had left, leading to the total collapse of the ancient beast's abilities.
    
    The Yellow Dragon closed his eyes, and with one grasping motion, Xinzi ripped Daji out of Huanglong's Monster Core, bringing the fox girl's neck straight into his palm.
    
    Chapter 356
    356 Inexplicable Generosity
    
    For the first time since she'd made her entrance, the colorful clouds shrouding Daji's face vanished, enabling all on the scene to bear witness to the fox girl's beauty. And what beauty it was!
    
    Figure-wise, even without a direct look at the face. All had noticed how exquisite a vixen hid under Daji's cloaking tricks. The flawlessly luscious curves left no room for error. The melodious and mesmerizing voice made all doubts irrelevant. But when that face came into view, when those soul-snatching upturned eyes that mirrored the blue sky appeared for all to see, and her elfin ears flapped as her shimmering silver hair cascaded in the air, all men refused to resist their natural impulses - simply staring in awe and base thirst at the foxy beauty.
    
    Whenever men mentioned beauties capable of toppling states, deep down, they referred to Daji. Or at least, as they stared at her coquettish allure, this became the onlookers' natural conclusion.
    
    All figures had flaws, but it seemed as though Daji had been made to seduce all tastes at once - as if her mere appearance could challenge eminent sages' ascetic aspirations while making outstanding women gawk in envy.
    
    With such otherworldly looks, one could understand why Daji always tried to keep her true appearance a secret. Instead of helping her cause, these looks would just distract enemies and subordinates alike from her persona - reducing her charisma - and turning her into an object of thirst and endless envy.
    
    Only two people on the scene didn't appear fazed by Daji's looks: Xinzi and Qiu Meng.
    
    The former had seen through Daji's colorful clouds thanks to the Zhen-body's Glorious Eye of Heaven. Meanwhile, the latter had long gotten accustomed to the fox girl's riveting features thanks to the River of Time.
    
    But while Qiu Meng forced himself to ignore Daji's appeal, Xinzi indulged in the fox girl's beauty with a glaring - almost rapacious - interest.
    
    "Does it hurt?" The monk asked following a moment of silence. Never one to take a beating lying down, initially, Daji wished to keep struggling. But as Xinzi's massive hand clutched at her neck, and his slit golden eyes stared her down, the very will to struggle vanished from the fox girl's body, leaving her entirely powerless to resist her benefactor-turned-foe.
    
    The soul wanted to fight, but the body refused to follow through. Throughout her travels, Daji had often heard of such phenomena, but never once expected that she'd one day become the victim of that shameful condition.
    
    "W-what...do you...think?" Still, regardless of the setbacks she now suffered, Daji's mouth didn't lose in poisonous sass, challenging Xinzi with the same defiance. Our corrupt ascendant's lips arched up, almost as if Daji's words only helped him take pleasure in her defiant stance.
    
    "Beautiful, my sincere apologies. Please allow me to put you in a more...comfortable position," Xinzi said, and without giving Daji time to process the confusing words, our corrupt ascendant let go of Daji's neck, wrapped his hulking arms around her waist, and pulled her towards his chest.
    
    "Huh?" From Daji to the Liberation Temple's subordinates, including bystanders, none could process Xinzi's change of tone. Confusion became the order of the day, but while some wondered if the Ascendant Monk had not gotten subjugated by Daji's face reveal, the Liberation Temple's main gals came to a simpler conclusion:
    
    'Maybe from the start, he was messing with her. Indeed, knowing Xinzi, and despite all the changes that he'd gone through, the Liberation Temple's gals couldn't help but think that from the start, their dear monk aimed to mess with Daji's heart, first wiping the floor with her best efforts, before bamboozling her with some good old-fashioned sweet-talking.
    
    Of course, this was all speculation. Only Xinzi knew why Xinzi did what Xinzi did, but experience taught the Liberation Temple's gals that there might not be a comprehensible logic behind his actions - just some craving for an exhilarating piece of entertainment.
    
    Daji didn't know Xinzi. Heck, even those who knew him best still felt confused. One can therefore understand why the fox girl blinked in a complete stupor - wondering what the heck was going on in her opponent's mind.
    
    "I know what you're thinking. 'Why the hell did he go from a murderous foe hell-bent on bringing me down, to the sweetie pie of the year?' Fair question. But you're misunderstanding the situation. I gave you a spanking because I had to remind you that, in front of me, your best efforts amount to nothing more than a child's tantrum. What I want, I can always take, and your opinion on the matter...is entirely irrelevant.
    
    At least, that's how things will always be when it comes to brawling. So, if you ever want to challenge me again, you will have to find a way that doesn't involve fangs and claws. Keep that in mind for the future. It will be important." Here, Xinzi paused, his lips stretching in a wide, wolfish grin.
    
    While the implications seemed obvious, Daji felt that Xinzi's words hid a deeper meaning, a meaning that at the moment, she couldn't comprehend.
    
    A part of her wondered if her benefactor-turned-enemy wasn't asking for help. But the fox girl immediately rejected that thought, convinced that the monk would never condescend to seeking her assistance.
    
    As Daji's brain reached this conclusion, Xinzi patted her back, applying mild pressure that pulled her lips closer to his.
    
    "With that being said, I have to reward you. You're the first to make me use my master's legacy skill. It's only the first of the Three Steps to Topple the Heavens, but nonetheless, that's quite the achievement."
    
    "Let go of m-" For reasons she couldn't comprehend, Xinzi's hands made Daji feel at home. More at home than in Qingqiu, more at home than in the Myriad Beast Gang's headquarters. More at home...than she'd ever felt.
    
    It was almost as if she belonged in those hands, in those arms, that his embrace was the destination that she'd been yearning for all along.
    
    Before, considering her debt towards Xinzi, Daji would not have hesitated to indulge in this feeling. But now, following the loss of two of her hordes, and the battle that they had just gone through, the fox girl - vixen or not - couldn't allow herself to indulge in Xinzi's touch.
    
    "Shush..." Xinzi didn't care. In his eyes, Daji's tantrum was of no consequence - as if regardless of the conflicts that they went through, he could always bring her back to him. Daji too felt the same, and that thought shook her to the core of her soul.
    
    "As a congratulatory gift for managing to push me this far, let me give you this," Xinzi said and snapped his fingers. Blinding rays shot out of our corrupt monk's palm, coalescing in a multi-colored tail that shone like a gathering of the world's most seductive colors.
    
    Daji's eyes stretched to the limit. But before she could process the situation, the colorful tail dropped on her shoulders, merging with her body, with her soul, so that a tenth tail sprouted from her back.
    
    Chapter 357
    357 My Dad is a Punk
    
    "Enjoy, I'm giving your tenth tail back to you. At first, I told you that I was taking it to cement our contract and make good use of it while you went through a smooth reincarnation. But in truth, I just took it to destroy my enemies of the time. Obviously, I could have used it for some ritual or formation, and there were times that I did consider exploiting it for personal gains, but it never felt quite...right.
    
    This tail belongs to you. More than a physical attribute, it is a part of your soul a part without which you will never be complete. It was made for you and should return to you. So, like a good monk, I'm returning the tail to its owner no pun intended. From now on, you're truly...the tenth-tailed White Fox: most mysterious of all Legendary Beasts.
    
    My sincere congratulations," Xinzi rattled off, causing Daji's mind to spiral into a rollercoaster of emotions.
    
    Beauties - especially the legendary kind - had no shortage of thirsty mofos eager to overturn the seas and heavens to put lavish gifts at their feet. Daji had full confidence in her looks and, in other circumstances, would put the blame for this unexpected gift on her opponent thinking with his dick.
    
    But with Xinzi, it just didn't add up. If he was the kind to get swayed by dolls, Zhiji Jing wouldn't have gone through the thrashing that she did. More importantly, while her colorful clouds could deceive others, Daji didn't think that an expert on Xinzi's level lacked the means to see through her trick. The fact that his expression didn't change following her face reveal only gave more weight to that hypothesis.
    
    Daji was correct. Even without the Glorious Eye of Heaven, Xinzi could easily see through her cloaking tricks.
    
    So why give her the tenth tail back?
    
    Was it a trap?
    
    No.
    
    That made even less sense.
    
    Tigers don't lay traps for cornered prey. Xinzi had already subjugated Daji and could do with her as he pleased. Better, he had no rival throughout the East and could run amok in complete impunity. Why then would he take all this trouble to set up a trap for the fox girl? No, this was a gift- plain and simple. But why?
    
    Why antagonize her if, from the start, he planned to return the most crucial part of her bloodline and soul to her?
    
    Xinzi's previous words resurfaced, and as her brain considered various options, the fox girl's eyes trembled.
    
    "What? Not enough? You need more gifts? Sure thing. Let me show you the hiding spots of your bodyguard's scattered soul fragments. After gathering them all, you can help Huanglong go through his final tribulation and be reincarnated as the Legendary Dragon of this era. Great gift, no?" Xinzi rhetorically asked, and as the fox girl processed these outlandish words, Xinzi tapped her forehead, imprinting the locations of Huanglong's seven soul fragments in the fox girl's soul.
    
    Now, poor Daji went from confusion to utter bewilderment. When at first she was willing to concede and leave, did Xinzi not push for battle because of his desire to possess the Yellow Dragon? Since he already knew the location of every soul fragment, why not gather them on his own, then forcefully bring Huanglong to his side? With all the tricks at his disposal, this shouldn't be a problem - especially considering that those locations weren't places that would pose him great challenges.
    
    Again, Daji considered a trap, but couldn't find any reason that justified such a move. So with no other option, Daji did the only thing that anyone in her shoes would:
    
    "Why?" She asked why, plain and simple. Unfortunately for the fox girl, the thirst for answers that laced her melodious voice did nothing to move our corrupt ascendant. Xinzi maintained the same smile, yet remained silent towards Daji's inquiry.
    
    "You...can't just do all...this, and not give me a reasonable explanation!" Daji barked in frustration, her trembling hands clenching at Xinzi's sleeves.
    
    "I can. I just did. Have fun on the hunt. The Yellow Dragon is a coveted commodity, it might not all be smooth sailing." But if a beauty's frustration could move legions of men, at the moment, Xinzi wasn't a part of the "easily-swayed male" club. With a casual pull, the monk freed himself from Daji's grasp. Irresistible waves of energy kicked in, gently pushing the fox girl off Xinzi.
    
    "Now bye. By the way, I'm taking prisoners." The gentle push turned into formless energy tides that sent Daji and the Yellow Dragon hurling into the distance. But unlike what the fox girl had expected, Zhiji Jing and Xiao Hu - only two remnants of the hordes dispatched to the Nameless Sword Mountain - weren't sent packing as well. Worse, Xinzi's formless energies wrapped the two, pulling them towards him with irresistible suction forces.
    
    "Xinzi don't you d-"
    
    "Till we meet again! With love, Abbot Xinzi."
    
    As Daji's furious voice faded on the horizon, our corrupt monk waved a white handkerchief at the departing fox girl - like a small-town gal sending off her sailor boyfriend.
    
    Silence fell on the scene, with practitioners of various factions trying to make sense of the ending they'd just witnessed. Many questions floated in the air. Why did an Ascendant Monk display powers that combined beast, divine and eldritch? Thanks to the Hell-Suppressing Immortal Pulse, none could sense Xinzi's demonic energies. But the cloaking could only go so far. Palpable demonic energies or not, Xinzi Sinshifting the whole of Daji's 29th and 3rd hordes into Sin Demons was a fact that all could testify to.
    
    What did all these powers imply?
    
    Ancient and young experts alike dared not speculate. The wisest of the lot even regretted letting their curiosity lead them to spy on these events.
    
    'Abbot, I'm confused. If you wanted the Yellow Dragon, why...did you let them go?' As she always did when things didn't make sense in her demonic mind, Tusha contacted Xinzi through a mental message.
    
    'Me? Wanting the Yellow Dragon? Nah, that was just the first bullshit I could think of to force her to fight. Had to gauge the potential of that broad before I decided how to best use her abilities.
    
    Trust me, the world will be a much more interesting place with a ten-tailed Daji.
    
    As for Huanglong, who cares? As powerful as the Legendary Dragon will be in the future, at the end of the day, it has a part of Shenzhuo in it - meaning that sooner or later, it will return to him. So long as Heaven and my old man exist, no one can take true ownership of that thing.' Xinzi directly replied, causing Tusha's eyes to stretch to the limits.
    
    'Your...old man?'
    
    "That was a joke. Who doesn't want to be the Heavenly Emperor's son? Besides Primordial Deities, Primordial Devils, Devil Monarch, Golden Lotus, and of course Heavenly Emperor, what's better than being the son of the Celestial Paradise's big boss? I often fantasize about that, cause my real old man is a punk - a good-for-nothing punk. Xinzi gave the first random explanation he could think of to Tusha, and giving her no time to make a comeback, our corrupt monk cut off the mental exchange.
    
    Alas, though Tusha wasn't the most cunning demon under the heavens, she was no fool either. Xinzi's words set off a spark, a spark that lit up all the doubts that Tusha carried till now, making her connect dot after dot till her jaw dropped in a mix of shock and terror.
    
    Chapter 358
    358 Emergence of the Yellow Coffin
    
    'Mhm...this makes me think, why did that good-for-nothing sperm donor get swindled so easily by mommy dearest? Especially since...he knew what she was truly after?
    
    The ruler of Heaven, sovereign-master of all deities from time immemorial, wouldn't let himself get turned into a puppet, just to test a woman's feelings, right? I don't buy that shit. And even if he was willing to be Yongye's puppet, why would Heaven let him? It's like giving the key to your treasure house to a thief that jerks off daily to dreams of robbing your booty. What can go wrong?' Still lost in thought, Xinzi pondered on Shenzhuo's past actions, refusing to accept that deeper considerations didn't go into Heaven's inaction.
    
    'Mhm? Heaven? What do you think? Talk to me. No? Ok.'
    
    "There was that thing that my master really liked to say - a saying that he would often repeat whenever I did something wrong:
    
    'Unfilial disciple, according to my predecessor, our mistakes define the burns in us. So I hope my teachings can erase the burns in you, to save you from the lifetime of sin you seem so dead-set on embracing.'
    
    We can all agree that he failed on that last part. But Heaven, since you're heartless and all that, I assume that you have no 'burn' in you. So why would you make mistakes? Mistakes like giving Yongye the Dark Eye of Heaven. Mistakes like letting her hijack the Celestial Paradise or allowing me to be born. The world be my witness, that was one hell of a blunder.
    
    But you probably don't make mistakes. So, I assume that you have a plan and that everything going on is still somewhat part of your expectations. I'm counting on you, Heaven. You can't let mommy dearest f#ck the world up for all of us. I will help you fight her. But you have to be honest with your best pal and tell me...what is your plan?'
    
    ... Though Xinzi tried his best to coax Heaven. The primordial entity stayed silent, refusing to interact with our corrupt monk. Seeing this, Xinzi sighed.
    
    'No? More silence treatment? Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you can always use the old trick of taking my mom's appearance to come visit me. I'm sure we will have a delightful conversation. Meanwhile... ' With his evolving Dao Breath that rapidly approached the Primordial Breath that Shenzhuo foretold, Xinzi no longer had anything to fear from Heaven's visits.
    
    Double voice or not, the Heavenly Dao was truly his - or at least, it was getting infinitely close to becoming his sole property.
    
    No longer paying attention to the primordial powers' schemes, Xinzi turned to face the assembly. His Divine Sense spread out, tracing all the Spiritual Senses that had been spying on the scene back to their owners.
    
    "Greetings, overly curious ladies and gentlemen. My apologies for making you wait so long. But as you can see, you've had the privilege - or misfortune - of bearing witness to a bunch of events that you really shouldn't have.
    
    I could kill you - all of you - but that's a lot of people to kill. And quite frankly, I'm tired of killing - reached my quota for the day. Let's not bloody the streets, for Heaven knows that those poor sanitation workers don't get paid enough to clean our shit.
    
    So, we will do something much simpler." Here, Xinzi's lips curled up - stretching in a broad fiendish grin as his eyes flashed with maniacal delight.
    
    "Forget it - all of it." A blast of Holy Force erupted across the land, spreading to all peeping experts, and forcing them to forget every single thing that they'd seen from the moment that Daji's troops arrived to the point where she got sent packing by our corrupt monk.
    
    The myriad of Spiritual Senses shattered as well, causing the thousands of peeping experts to collapse on the ground, rolling in their hideouts with blood spurts and crippling headaches.
    
    Satisfied, Xinzi shifted his attention, now staring at the surviving Nameless Sword Mountain disciples, who all stared at him with a mix of awe and terror.
    
    "As for you, you can't forget. Sorry, but I can't allow you to. You have to remember it all, remember it all so that you know...that whenever you stand in front of me, you should keep your head low, your thoughts pure, and tremble in utter dread," Xinzi said, and though he spoke in a mellow tone, in the ears of the Nameless Sword Mountain's disciples, his words echoed like the sinister whispers of mayhem, carnage and death, all fused in one infernal entity.
    
    "But of course, we should still guarantee that you can't mouth off to anyone about what you saw here." Following these words, Xinzi snapped his fingers, causing bolts of divine power to roll out of his chest and seal the minds of all Nameless Sword Mountain disciples.
    
    Qiu Meng didn't resist the seal, but thanks to the Golden Lotus' blessings, Xinzi's divine powers couldn't affect his short term memories either.
    
    "Now that we've made our positions clear, and that everyone knows what to expect, I'm officially welcoming myself to the Nameless Sword Mountain. Thank you, Xinzi. Please lead the way," Xinzi said, and without further ado, waltzed into the bulldozed Nameless Sword Mountain. The Liberation Temple's troops followed after him, officially garrisoning the ruined sect.
    
    In that instant that the Liberation Temple made its entrance, Shui Haoyue, who from the start stayed fixed on Xinzi, lowered her eyes, refusing to accept that the erratic and inapproachable powerhouse that had just taken control of her sect was the same Xinzi that she dreamed of daily.
    
    'Celestial Grandmaster, should we not use the cauldrons?' Three voices echoed in Qiu Meng's mind, distracting the Celestial Grandmaster from Xinzi's takeover.
    
    'No. It's too soon. While I didn't expect Daji and the Yellow Dragon to be able to take Hengye Zhen down, I never thought he could crush them so easily. He's growing too fast, way faster than some of the worst timelines I've had the displeasure to see. At the moment, the cauldrons wouldn't be enough to suppress him.
    
    And even if they could, I don't want to suppress him...I want to kill him - no - I have to. I have to so that the world's myriad things and the people that I love are spared from the upcoming apocalypse.' Here, Qiu Meng paused, pulling in a deep breath and shutting his eyes close. When they opened again, they blazed with murderous determination.
    
    'Don't worry, I have a plan to get all this done. But since only My Venerable Self can escape the Glorious Eye of Heaven, that plan will have to stay locked in my soul.'
    
    ...
    
    Meanwhile, as the Liberation Temple took control of the Nameless Sword Mountain, a disturbing event took place in the Western Continent's Nightmare Ridge. There, a colony of snake-shaped ants carried a large yellow coffin out of dark-purple seas - dragging the coffin towards an ancient mausoleum.
    
    From that coffin, the top experts of the Great Desolation World could sense gargantuan quantities of Immortal Qi lying dormant. Or at least, they would have been able to if not for Heaven itself shrouding this coffin from the eyes of the world.
    
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      Chapter 359
      359 The Beauty of our Connection
      
      Following the Liberation Temple's entrance into the Nameless Sword Mountain, a semblance of peace returned to the Dongli state. Of course, the litany of issues that plagued the state didn't just go away. The Xihai Prefecture was still a hotbed of degeneracy, and the central point from which the two drugs, Paradise and Ignition, spread like wildfire. The gangs that had made Xihai their home still competed for dominance, driving the riches-filled Chrysanthemum city to sink into constant strife. In the shadows, the Heart-Wrenching Cult operated as usual, fanning the flames of war between Xihai's various gangs.
      
      For anyone trying to live a calm and peaceful life, the situation was far from ideal. Sober men and women alike would soon start picking camps and indulging in the drugs just to make sure that they had some kind of protection against the nonstop gang-fighting. Across the land, the battles between the Eastern Spirit Empire's cultivators and Daji's hordes still raged. In the absence of the Zhenwu troops, the imperial city threatened to collapse, and with it bring about the downfall of the Shentu imperial family's 10,000 years of rule.
      
      But at the moment, none of this mattered. With soldiers and beauties at his back, Xinzi waltzed towards the Nameless Sword Mountain's sect master office - stopping at the broken gate. Just like so many other sect buildings, the office and been turned upside down by the recent conflict. Xinzi waved his right hand, conjuring a tide of colorful energies that spread throughout the office ruins, instantly fixing all damages and returning the sect master office to its former glory.
      
      "Mhm...much better." While hundreds of Nameless Sword Mountain disciples marveled at this feat, Xinzi gave a casual comment, then stepped into the office. Perched on the highest peak, the sect master office overlooked the entire mountain scenery, with open windows that enabled all present cultivators to peep at the slopes, valleys and ravines.
      
      Though this was nothing he'd never seen before, as a man of culture, Xinzi took a moment to appreciate the scenery and relish nature's beauties. Afterward, our corrupt monk sat on the sect master seat - a golden throne ornated with seven shining greatswords.
      
      "Mhm...could be better, but not as uncomfortable as I expected." Xinzi broke the silence, the dreary silence that had settled on the scene as the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples hesitated to breathe or blink, out of fear of offending their despotic savior.
      
      "Well, unless you've reached Pulse Condensation - which the majority of your lot has not - you do know that you still have to breathe, right? I mean, it would be a shame if you survived this calamity, only to die of...self-inflicted asphyxia? Is that even possible?" For a moment, Xinzi held his chin, seriously pondering the biology of the question.
      
      Meanwhile, the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples that lined up in and out of the office, blinked in a mix of confusion and skepticism, wondering if Xinzi was making honest fun of them, or just looking for an excuse to lop some heads off.
      
      Needless to say, with the superhuman senses that cultivators possessed, even the disciples outside could hear Xinzi's words. And just like Zhiji Jing and Xiao Hu, the 200 million Sin Demons had fused with Xinzi's 108-bead sarira necklace, freeing up space in the mountain.
      
      As for the Liberation Temple's gals, while the Li nuns, Zi Feng, and the Zhi-Zhu twins restrained a chuckle, Yan Le and Chun Xu rolled their eyes, leaving Dong Ling and Tusha to seriously ponder Xinzi's question.
      
      "Nah, it's not possible. So you can feel free to self-suffocate. At some point, your body will save you from yourself - as it has probably done in the past," Xinzi said in a disturbingly serious tone, then summoned his prayer-bead necklace. The beads flickered with a kaleidoscope of mismatched colors.
      
      While some of these colors seduced the human heart, others conjured visions of nightmarish entities - invoking crippling terror in the eyes of the onlookers - and adding up to produce a chaotic atmosphere.
      
      From within the beads, hundreds of millions of demons sang holy mantras and sutras corrupted by Xinzi's Creed of Indulgence. The sins that these demons embodied echoed from their lyrics, rippled throughout the atmosphere and caused the Nameless Sword Mountain's disciples to break into cold sweat.
      
      In that instant, the world around Shui Haoyue vanished. And while the corrupt monk didn't spare her a glance, Haoyue only saw Xinzi - a Xinzi she couldn't recognize.
      
      'What...have you become?' These words pealed within Haoyue's mind, but as the Dongli princess tried to muster the courage to approach the object of her dreams and nightmares, the Zhi-Zhu twins reappeared in her line of sight. The two turned towards Haoyue, sending her a smile that made her body cringe in discomfort.
      
      'Fair question. What have I become? What I was always meant to be, perhaps. Who knows? Who is to stay that complete corruption wasn't always my destiny?' As Haoyue tried to avoid the Zhi-Zhu twins' glance, Xinzi's voice rumbled in her mind, forcing her to shift her focus back to him.
      
      "Do you believe in destiny, Haoyue? I used to think that destiny was a sham, a trick invented by the mighty to force the feeble to accept their lot in life. But now, I'm starting to reconsider that position. Don't get me wrong, as a Lianist monk, I know that the Weaves of Fate exist. Fate, in our world, is a fact - a fact with myriad variations and uncertain conclusions - but a fact all the same. But destiny is so much more than that. Destiny is that thing that, no matter how you plan, or how badly you struggle, you cannot escape.
      
      Our meeting and affection culminating in your past treachery, that's just fate I guess. But my fall into demonism? Now that was likely destiny.
      
      As for my transformation into the entity that I have become, that too was probably destiny.'
      
      'What are you talking ab-wait, you can read...my mind?' Bewildered by Xinzi's mental message, Haoyue reeled back once more trying to make sense of the situation.
      
      'Of course, I can. How else could I know all that you're thinking about? I never use that ability on my beloved because I am afraid of altering the beauty of our connection. But you are no longer a part of that group, so I will spare you the courtesy of not invading your mind. Xinzi casually replied. The words were like vicious hooks that rammed into Haoyue's heart, making her clutch at her chest while her eyes turned red.
      
      'Oh, 'the beauty of our connection?' So that's the reason.' In that instant, and for the first time since he'd fused with the Heavenly Dao, Xinzi realized why the Night Flowers in the Evernight Palace cautioned him against using his mind-reading tricks on his harem members. Before, due to the Heavenly Dao suppressing his emotions, he could only observe things from a logical standpoint. But now, thanks to his batch of new Demon Hearts and Ascendant state, he could also get to the root of the emotions behind all actions - his or others - even some of the things that he did solely on impulse.
      
      Chapter 360
      360 You are my Destiny
      
      Xinzi could manufacture love. In fact, following Heaven's alteration of his physique and aura, even without additional manipulation on his part, just by standing in his vicinity, those with shallow Soul Force would feel instinctively drawn to him. As if his mere presence embodied perfection and commanded adoration.
      
      It was for this reason that, despite the terror that his previous actions and words instilled in their heart, the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples couldn't resist being close to Xinzi - following him without orders.
      
      But of what use was this artificial affection?
      
      It could neither satisfy Xinzi's vanity, nor provide him with the same level of fulfillment that the Dong Lings and Chun Xus did.
      
      No. A house built on mesmerizing powers, mysticism and manipulation was of no interest to Xinzi.
      
      'Regardless, you've yet to answer my question. Shui Haoyue, do you believe in destiny?' Xinzi reiterated his previous question, his tone making it impossible to gauge his true interest in Haoyue's response.
      
      'Destiny? Seriously? Xinzi, that's the first thing you're going to ask me?' Haoyue couldn't believe her ears, or in this precise case, her mind.
      
      From the clumsy "How have you been?" to the conceited "Did you miss me?" there was a lot that Haoyue expected from a reunion with Xinzi. A debate about destiny wasn't included - especially for Haoyue, who as far as she was concerned, had no other choice but to believe in destiny.
      
      'Fine, I do believe that no matter what path you take, there are crossroads that you cannot avoid. Like me falling in love with you, as far as I'm concerned, that is destiny. Xinzi, if destiny exists, then it is my destiny to be with you.'
      
      'Oh?' Haoyue's answer filled Xinzi with a mix of interest and confusion. The corrupt monk could understand why Haoyue had to cling to destiny. Destiny was her hope, her only hope that one day she could regain what she lost and return to Xinzi's side. But at the same time, for someone fated to die young, destiny seemed like the perfect archenemy - that one thing that they should reject at all costs. But for Xinzi, she embraced it wholeheartedly.
      
      'I've always wanted to say this. But after you kicked me out, I never got the opportunity. I've tried, I've really tried, but I can't let go of you. Every day, morning or evening, it doesn't matter, all that I can think of...is you.
      
      And for that same reason, Xinzi, I hate you. Why did you have eyes for others? Why could it not just be me?!' Haoyue bit her lips, inwardly barking at Xinzi.
      
      'Not like I didn't warn you.'
      
      'Even so, I still wanted it to be just me and you. Even if I no longer dare to say it out loud, in my mind, do I not have a right to be selfish? To dream of having you just for me? What's so wrong with that?
      
      Xinzi, you are my destiny. I want you. I'd do anything to be back with you. Does that make me pathetic? Fine, so be it. But I have to ask you, can you really say with complete confidence that these women that are so easily willing to give up all hope of an exclusive relationship to be with you, can you really say that they...love you?' Haoyue asked in a grave tone, putting extra emphasis on the last few words.
      
      'Who says that it was easy? Do you think that Dong Ling and Chun Xu want to share me? They've just learned to understand and accept the rules. That is the price to pay to be with me, and they're willing to pay it, because I'm worth it. Because I'll love them more perfectly than any man across all realms of existence can hope to.' Xinzi gave a calm and straightforward reply.
      
      The hubris in his voice shocked Haoyue, who wasn't accustomed to Xinzi speaking such boastful words.
      
      'Bullshit! How can you claim to love a man if the sight of him doting on and diddling other women doesn't tear your heart to shreds? They should fight tooth and nail, rip one another asunder, till only one is left standing!'
      
      'Nonsensical heresy. Only the first woman has a right to complain. And the first to be by my side were A'Zhi and A'Zhu. All the rest, including you, came after the twins. So, if anything, you are the homewrecker in this story. What then gives you the right to demand more than them?' Xinzi seriously asked. And to this, Haoyue had nothing to reply.
      
      "The resemblance between Tieshan and you is quite frankly terrifying. I suppose that considering how much she has influenced you, that is to be expected. But at least Tieshan understands that playing with a man like me will only get her burnt. You, on the other hand, refuse to let go.'
      
      'Who?'
      
      'Never mind. Why won't you give up?"
      
      'I can't. I've tried, but I can't, so instead, I'm willing to make the concessions so that I can spend my last days with-'
      
      'No. I don't want you anymore. Why would I want a dead person by my side?' Before Haoyue could finish her heartfelt words, Xinzi cut her dry.
      
      'You!'
      
      'Truth be told, if I wanted to, and was willing to pay the corresponding price for it, I could save you from the Thousand Preys of the Moonfly. I could save you from the people trying to drain your life to resurrect the one they really want. I could, but I won't, because last I checked, you are nothing to me.' Xinzi seriously said.
      
      'You are so...heartless.' Despite all that happened, Haoyue didn't expect Xinzi to throw such cruel words at her face.
      
      'No. It's because I am not heartless that I will never let you back in my house. If I did - like I'm doing now - I'd always have to invade your mind, just to make sure that you're not plotting to destroy another one of my beloved.'
      
      'But...can't you see that I genuinely want to...'
      
      'Now yes, because you have no other choice. But once you get back in the house, Heaven only knows how your brain will adjust to the sight of all the women routinely by my side.
      
      Back then you went batshit because you only had to worry about two. Now, my house proper has over 20 gals - including seven that I hold particularly dear. You tell me, considering our past, how can I trust you?' Xinzi stated the facts - facts before which Haoyue could only stay silent.
      
      'Nothing? That was to be expected. When you have the answer to that question, we can talk again. Until then...' Xinzi's words trailed off, and while Haoyue tried to come up with a rebuttal, our corrupt monk shut off the mental connection.
      
      All along, Qiu Meng had been watching the changes in Haoyue's face, guessing that she'd engaged Xinzi in a mental exchange.
      
      At first, Qiu Meng only wanted to use Haoyue to bring back his Xue Lin. But the more he tried to earn her favors, the more attached he became to the Dongli princess. The notion that she had to die so that he could get Xue Lin back no longer sat well with him, and for the first time in his long existence, Qiu Meng wanted not one, but two women.
      
      'Why? Is it because I keep getting rejected? Is the male ego inside of me feeling so wounded that it has to possess what it obviously cannot?
      
      Maybe, after all, this is the first time that I experience rejection. Before, even if I didn't want them, women of all classes would just throw themselves at my feet - begging to become maids or servants just so they could be by my side.
      
      The harder they tried, the more I despised them. They didn't respect my relationship with A'Lin. But now, just like them, I can't respect Haoyue's feelings, and her desire to not be with me.'
      
      Chapter 361
      361 New Yang Patriarch
      
      If even with the connection that Xue Lin established from within Haoyue, Qiu Meng couldn't get the Dongli princess' heart, then unless he blackmailed or brainwashed her, she would never be his. This was common sense, common sense that made the Celestial Grandmaster question what right he had to keep pushing for someone that clearly didn't want him. Likewise, even if Haoyue did want him, Xue Lin would never stand for it. And if he had to choose between the two, Qiu Meng wouldn't bat an eye before picking his Xue Lin.
      
      The more he pondered on the issue, the more rattled Qiu Meng felt - rattled and lost like a ten-year-old attempting to understand why his ever-doting parents now denied him an afternoon trip to the playground.
      
      Convincing Xinzi to save the Nameless Sword Mountain from Daji's vengeance was a risky move - a move that kickstarted a timeline that didn't exist in any of the River of Time's variations.
      
      But thanks to his 10,000 years of watching how the River of Time functioned, Qiu Meng didn't doubt that his knowledge would still play a crucial role. Certain things were still doomed to happen, with chains of events that'd ultimately lead to the calamities that Qiu Meng dreaded. But before those events, there wasn't much that Qiu Meng could guess.
      
      Why did Xinzi give Daji her tenth tail back?
      
      Did he know about the coffin already?
      
      No, that would make even less sense.
      
      Had Xinzi been aware of that coffin's existence, no matter how audacious, he would have never helped Daji gather the scattered soul fragments of the Yellow Dragon. Xinzi made a critical mistake - mistake that thanks to Heaven's manipulations, even his third eye couldn't protect him from.
      
      More importantly...he was now in the Nameless Sword Mountain - on Qiu Meng's personal turf - equipped with powers that, once combined with Qiu Meng's secret skills, could still bring about the ruin of the seemingly unstoppable Eternal Night Monarch.
      
      As the Celestial Grandmaster pondered and plotted, Xinzi swept the audience with a disarming smile, for a moment making male and female disciples alike wonder if they'd not mistaken a saint for a demon.
      
      Xinzi's celestial aura lured them in. Causing men and women alike to tremble as they resisted the urge to kneel at Xinzi's feet and clutch at the hems of his monastic robes.
      
      But quickly afterward, they remembered the previous events, the brutality with which the matchlessly handsome monk standing before them had crushed the third horde's leaders, or the ease with which he suppressed the Yellow Dragon's best efforts and abused the most dominant beast in the history of the Eastern Continent. After witnessing those events, no one in their right mind could liken this deceptively young and handsome monk to anything but a whimsical and unforgiving tyrant.
      
      Of course, for those who knew Xinzi, this assessment would seem rather unfair. But the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples didn't know him. They only knew the terror that his recent actions - savior or not - had instilled in their hearts. That terror kept competing with the monk's divine appeal - tearing the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples from the inside out.
      
      Xinzi didn't care. He didn't come to the Nameless Sword Mountain to receive the admiration of a couple hundred surviving mook-goon-tier disciples. And as his slit golden eyes swept the audience, our corrupt monk had the firm belief that, Daji or not, this sorry lot would have never amounted to much.
      
      Of course, had Qiu Meng truly dedicated his 10,000 years of experience to training the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples, their battle prowess and growth pace would have exceeded all the limits that Heaven had set for them.
      
      Unfortunately for them, though he put high-end cultivation methods at the sect's disposal, Qiu Meng didn't return to train another Celestial Hall. Said otherwise, he didn't see the use of it.
      
      Ten peak-stage Supreme Clarity experts couldn't defeat a three-tribulation Human Immortal. Great Principle realm experts could dominate all across the mortal world. Instead of wasting resources training new disciples and followers, Qiu Meng firmly believed that he had to invest all the resources and tricks at his disposal into making himself the strongest expert possible. Only then could he face the Taiyang and Hengye clans - and come out on top in the wars to come.
      
      So, while the Celestial Grandmaster didn't mind putting new cultivation methods, pill recipes and formations at the disposal of the Nameless Sword Mountain, that was as far as his help extended. As for comprehending those new methods or mastering the refining process of those ancient pills and formations, the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples had to rely on themselves. And with the limited talent pool of the Dongli state, the majority of those disciples simply didn't have the qualifications to make proper use of Qiu Meng's gifts - limiting their future achievements to Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation.
      
      "With three-fourths of the sect in ashes and rubble, I believe it's an understatement to say that the Nameless Sword Mountain has been reduced to a soft crab shell. And while I've erased their memories of these events, it won't take long before the other Yanzhou factions see through your current state, and decide to carve up whatever treasures you have hidden." Xinzi started, leading the disciples Nameless Sword Mountain disciples to focus on the reality they now faced.
      
      Regardless of how despotic he looked, the monk was correct.
      
      Most of the formations powering or defending the sect had either been destroyed or damaged beyond repair.
      
      Without the support of external forces and a massive influx of resources, just rebuilding the Nameless Sword Mountain's infrastructure would take decades of hard, unhampered work.
      
      In that timespan, how could the other Yanzhou factions not investigate and realize that the Nameless Sword Mountain had fallen into a state of hopeless disrepair?
      
      Let's not even mention that Bai Renyi had been injured in the recent battle. Even at his peak, would he be able to stop all the warlord factions that Yanzhou had to offer?
      
      The answer was no.
      
      Their prime disciple too had his limits. Add to that the rising rumors about the mountain's secrets, and this place was destined to turn into yet another war zone, a war zone that'd see the corpses of the mountain disciples pile up.
      
      "Right now, you only have two choices:
      
      One, pack up your things and leave.
      
      Two, accept me as your new protector.
      
      Joking, you only have one choice: the second one. As your overlord, the White Immortal Sect must take it upon itself to preserve the Nameless Sword Mountain's legacy. And as the White Immortal Sect's new leader, it behooves me to protect you all from internal and external threats.
      
      With that in mind, I officially appoint myself as the Nameless Sword Mountain's Dao Protector. Sect master, do you agree?" Xinzi asked, and as all expected his reptilian eyes to target Bai Renyi, they instead shifted towards a man that stood hidden amidst the rows of White-Winged Demons: Guang Fanghu.
      
      Only now did the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples notice the presence of the presumably dead White Immortal Sect Master. And before they had any chance to process the implications of his presence among Xinzi's troops, Guang Fanghu gave the monk a polite bow and replied:
      
      "Naturally, Yang Patriarch. You make perfect sense."
      
      Chapter 362
      362 Cult of the Faceless Goddess
      
      "Yang Patriarch?" As Guang Fanghu bowed at Xinzi, the mountain disciples' eyes darted back and forth between the White Immortal Sect Master and the monastic phenom. Confusion settled in, with disciples of all genders and ranks wondering why the domineering Yang Patriarch took such a humble stance before a junior - an understandable sentiment for those that had spent years, decades, or centuries being told of or outright witnessing Guang Fanghu's pyromantic brutality.
      
      But once they recalled Xinzi's previous display of dominance, all made perfect sense, and instead, they shifted their focus back to the White-Winged Demons and Yang Patriarch title that Guang Fanghu addressed Xinzi with.
      
      "Wait, wait, wait...the third, fourth, sixth and more. Aren't these...the elders of the Dong and Zi clans?"
      
      It wasn't long before the senior Nameless Sword Mountain disciples started recognizing some of the Dong and Zi clan elders - all that now sported the same silver hair and eyes. This could easily be attributed to those experts practicing a cultivation method that altered their physical attributes. But recalling Xinzi's abilities, some wondered if there wasn't more at play. (For those that have forgotten, the White-Winged Demons are those that have gotten seduced by the Servant Sutra of Xinzi's Devil Root Refining Sutra. I will link the wiki so that you guys can get a refresher on the stuff you've forgotten, and update it as we move along.)
      
      They wouldn't have the time to ponder the issue further. Guang Fanghu stepped forward, crossing his arms behind his back and facing the Nameless Sword Mountain audience with the same crushing pressure that had made him famous across the Dongli state.
      
      Despite a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivation base and the training of the Celestial Hall, as Bai Renyi faced Guang Fanghu, he didn't doubt that, with his current injuries, should they ever come to blows, the White Immortal Sect Master would come out on top.
      
      This wasn't just Guang Fanghu's merit. Though not a leading member of the Liberation Temple, the sect master had received enough resources to make his battle-prowess experience a massive leap.
      
      Qiu Meng too eyed Guang Fanghu, and though for entirely different reasons, just like Bai Renyi, as he stared at the sect master, he too experienced a mix of interest and fear. The fear peaked, causing Qiu Meng's eyes to shift subtly between Guang Fanghu and Xinzi - his lips curling up in anticipation of the conflicts to come.
      
      "Fellow Daoists of the Nameless Sword Mountain, as you can see, unlike what the rumors have led you to believe, the White Immortal Sect is far from destroyed. We have undergone a complete overhaul, with the office of the sect master now reduced to a ceremonial role, and all its powers, duties and authority transferred to the Yang Patriarch - now a distinct entity from the sect master.
      
      Though I am still the sect master, Abbot Xinzi now fulfills the role of Yang Patriarch - with total command over the White Immortal Sect and its vassal factions. Needless to say, that includes you.
      
      I hope that the baseless rumors circulating about our so-called downfall haven't led you to forget to whom you owe your allegiance, for we...are stronger than ever." Guang Fanghu explained the new status quo, causing the attention of the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples to shift back to Xinzi.
      
      The rumors that the White Immortal Sect had gotten wiped out by the Bloodstone Patriarch had long filled all Dongli ears - leading to the Nameless Sword Mountain positioning itself as the new overlord of the region.
      
      Now realizing that all along, their former lord had just retreated into the shadows, building strength and bidding time for a momentous resurgence, the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples didn't know where to put themselves.
      
      "I'm taking your silence as a sign of approval. Good! Now that we've gotten the introductions out of the way, allow me to reward you with this," Xinzi said and snapped his fingers, causing golden monk statuettes to appear before each Nameless Sword Mountain disciple.
      
      The leisurely smile plastered on the corrupt monk's lips did nothing to reduce the fears swelling in the mountain disciples' chests. Still, aware that they couldn't reject Xinzi's "reward," they stretched their hands out, letting the golden statuettes drop into their palms.
      
      "These are incarnations of my Liberation Temple's deity: the Liberated Dream Idol. Whenever you feel lost, stifled, or in need of assistance, address it with your prayers, and allow the Liberated Dream Idol to bring its redeeming light into your lives," Xinzi said, and as the mountain disciples lowered their eyes onto the statuettes, they noticed that the depicted monk had neither nose nor lips only a pair of inexpressive eyes.
      
      Drawn by the statuette's mystical appeal, the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples all peered into its eyes and were startled to see the golden monastic shapes shift into luscious female curves for some, stalwart male titans for others, holy dwarves, immaculate children, and many more outlandish shapes for the rest.
      
      Some even saw the statuette shift into divine versions of people that they knew. Haoyue saw Xinzi. Qiu Meng saw Xue Lin. Bai Renyi saw the Qiu Meng of ten thousand years ago, and Zuixian saw Xiao Hu.
      
      Interestingly, even those that shared similar ideals of perfection never ended up seeing the exact same thing. Maybe the nose was shorter, the ears longer, the eyes of a different color, or other minute details, but they would never see the exact same apparition.
      
      And as not one pair of disciples saw the same change, each of the surviving mountain disciples now faced a different statuette - a statuette that mirrored their vision of perfection flawlessly - with a divine aura that commanded adoration.
      
      The disciples lost themselves in these representations of perfection incarnate, and a dreary silence settled on the scene.
      
      'Show it to him.' Here, sensing his opportunity to strike, Qiu Meng sent Bai Renyi a mental message, causing the disgraced mountain master's face to twist into a frown.
      
      'Grand master, are you sure?" (Another refresher. In the Great Desolation World, your master's master is your grand master. As the Nameless Sword Emperor's disciple, Bai Renyi is Qiu Meng's grand disciple, whereas Qiu Meng is his grand master.)
      
      'Yes. After receiving these gifts, we can't allow our new protector to think that we're greeting him with no sincerity, right?"
      
      'B-but...
      
      'Are you questioning me?'
      
      'l...wouldn't dare!'
      
      "Then stop dallying around and follow my orders. Don't worry, we're just helping him get something that he already wants. As for what happens once he confronts it, that has nothing to do with you. I would not throw you into a fiery pit.' Qiu Meng ended the back-and-forth, and though Bai Renyi still had some apprehension, he didn't have it in him to resist his grand master's orders - nervously stepping towards Xinzi.
      
      "Thank you, Dao Protector, for your blessings. It must be the Nameless Sword Mountain's centuries of accumulated good fortune that led to us receiving your favors. With that said, I can't help but feel like these idols somewhat resemble...the deity worshipped by the Cult of the Faceless Goddess. I don't know if you're familiar with them?" Bai Renyi politely asked, causing Xinzi's golden eyes to shift towards him.
      
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        Chapter 363
        363 Goddess in the Painting (Part 1)
        
        'Ah, there you go.'
        
        Though Xinzi let nothing transpire on his face, once Bai Renyi mentioned the Cult of the Faceless Goddess, the corrupt monk inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. To the junior generation of the cultivation world, the words "Faceless Goddess" had absolutely no meaning. Even the senior generation would have to admit that they had no recollection of one such cult. The only exception to this were those ancient Supreme Clarity or above experts that had lived for over 50,000 years.
        
        Bai Renyi wasn't a part of that club, but having been raised in the Celestial Hall, he had access to information and relics that most Eastern Spirit Empire experts didn't.
        
        "The Cult of the Faceless Goddess? I'm afraid that My Humble Self has not had the opportunity to learn about that faction. Sect master, why don't you enlighten me?" Xinzi lied through his teeth.
        
        "Of course! Of course! Actually, this is just a legend I've heard from a senior expert during my youth. He claimed that over 50,000 years, before the Black Lotus Temple's self-exile to the Western Damnation Sea, a group of six white-robed Daoist priests appeared in the Northern Dark Sea, preaching a new faith in the Endless Sea: the Creed of the Faceless Goddess.
        
        Those Daoist priests represented their goddess with paintings of a nun covered by a long white veil, and whose facial features showed no eyes, nose, or lips - just one lustrous piece of shapeless porcelain.
        
        All men that stared at those nun paintings would feel their souls sucked into a scarlet wedding chamber where, standing beside the nuptial bed, a veiled woman awaited them. The woman then turned towards her captive male, taking the shape of what said male perceived as physical perfection before engaging them in a Daoist exchange.
        
        If the male managed to stay focused on the Daoist exchange, they'd gain enlightenment in the Heavenly Dao, a complete transformation of their Dao Foundation, become a new cult priest, and many more mighty boons. But if instead, they let the Faceless Goddess' beauty distract them from her teachings, the Faceless Goddess would enslave their soul and turn them into faceless goons for her cult.
        
        Lured by the opportunity to go from mediocre talents or small fries to the dominant experts of an era, millions of cultivators rushed to join the Cult of the Faceless Goddess' presentations. And while a few dozen managed to receive the Goddess' blessings, they left behind hundreds of thousands of zealot slaves determined to live and die to spread the Creed of the Faceless Goddess.
        
        The cult's rise to prominence almost caused the destruction of the Great Desolation World - forcing the August Divinity and God-Monarch of that time to unite the cultivation world in one grand crusade against the cult.
        
        Millions died on both sides. And they say that the cries of the Faceless Zealots still haunt the depths of the Northern Dark Sea." Making a full display of his narrative skills, Bai Renyi told the tale of the cult that once threatened to bring about the complete destruction of the cultivation world -leading to the Taiyang and Hengye joining hands for the first and final time.
        
        However, as they drank Bai Renyi's words, little did the audience members know that this was no legend. Over time, the story had gotten altered so that certain high-ranking Divine Spirits wouldn't lose face, but 50,000 years ago, by relying on their mystical paintings, the Cult of the Faithless Goddess indeed spread across the Great Desolation World - starting from the Northern Dark Sea.
        
        So great was their influence that they ultimately led to the Black Lotus and Golden Lotus Temples exiling themselves to secluded lands just so they'd avoid the slaughter that the cult put all other religious factions through.
        
        Xinzi didn't care about that war. But as for the paintings that the Faceless Goddess' cultists relied on to seduce millions of cultivators of various backgrounds? Now those were treasures that he had to get his hands on.
        
        A pity that 90% of the paintings got destroyed in the War of the Faceless Goddess. The remaining 10% initially survived in the Celestial Hall's treasure room - but ultimately got destroyed as well once Taiyang Yuan led his troops against the Celestial Hall.
        
        Now, only one painting remained - stolen by Bai Renyi out of curiosity, and safekept by him following the destruction of the Celestial Hall.
        
        Xinzi wanted that painting.
        
        "I happen to have chanced upon one of those legendary paintings during my youth. Alas, I have never been able to meet the Goddess in the painting. Maybe I am not destined to receive that honor. Maybe I just got tricked, and this is nothing more than a fairy tale. Be that as it may, I'm willing to offer you that painting as a gift to thank you for saving my sect! After all, true story or not, that painting is still...an immortal-grade artifact!"
        
        Bai Renyi said, causing the audience to erupt into a massive uproar.
        
        Indeed, each of the original 100 Faceless Goddess Paintings that the cult priests used to enslave millions was an immortal-grade artifact. Where did those six Daoist priests get their hands on 100 immortal-grade artifacts, and why did the Taiyang and Hengye clans choose to destroy them instead of preserving such luxurious goods? The answer to the latter was simple: the Taiyang and Hengye couldn't use those paintings.
        
        Even the past God-Monarch and August Divinity that led the crusade against the Cult of the Faceless Goddess had no means to control the paintings.
        
        Worried that those artifacts possessed a will of their own and were just bidding their time to make a comeback, the past leaders of the Hengye and Taiyang clans opted to destroy them all - unaware that the then Celestial Grandmaster had stealthily saved 10 of the paintings.
        
        But just like the Taiyang and Hengye, the Celestial Hall didn't have the means to control those paintings - ultimately letting them pick up dust in some isolated corner of the treasure room.
        
        Due to the lack of interest that the later generations had in those paintings, Bai Renyi had no trouble robbing one from the Celestial Hall - now offering it to Xinzi.
        
        Chapter 364
        364 Goddess in the Painting (Part 2)
        
        "Oh? An immortal-grade artifact you said? Careful Bai Renyi. Though My Humble Self cherishes all living things, if it turns out that you deceived me about an immortal-grade artifact, I don't know if I will be able to stop myself...from making you burst into ten thousand pieces," Xinzi said.
        
        The poised, dreadful words quieted the uproar, forcing the Nameless Sword Mountain disciples to lower their heads out of fear of offending their new Dao Protector.
        
        "I...wouldn't dare. The Faceless Goddess Painting is indeed an immortal-grade artifact. In fact, according to the legends, once the 100 original pieces unite, they can release the might of an emperor-grade artifact. Whether that is true or not, I do not know. But I can attest that the painting in my hands is truly of the immortal grade." Bai Renyi seriously replied, causing the mountain disciples to gulp in shock.
        
        Here, Xinzi's lips curled up, and he rose from his seat.
        
        "Good. Very good. Then, mountain master, please go ahead and show me...that mystical artifact. Who knows. I might just succeed where the others failed and awaken...the Goddess in the painting," Xinzi said.
        
        'I'm counting on that. Barely had Xinzi uttered those words that, inwardly, Qiu Meng sneered at the corrupt monk. In fact, Qiu Meng didn't doubt that if there was one person throughout the Great Desolation World that those paintings wouldn't reject, it was Xinzi. Alas, having been through the River of Time, Qiu Meng dared say that Xinzi would end up ruing the day that Bai Renyi helped him satisfy his desire for that painting.
        
        "Please...follow me." Trembling in a mix of fear and expectation, Bai Renyi straightened his back, leading Xinzi out of the sect master office, and towards his personal spiritual cave. Unlike the majority of the Nameless Sword Mountain, Bai Renyi's spiritual cave didn't have an iota of damage almost as if all the previous explosions, energy blasts and shockwaves, had made it their priority to avoid it.
        
        Already aware of where Bai Renyi kept the painting, Xinzi wasn't surprised. But outwardly, the monk still played the fool, his eyes stretching and his jaw sinking at Bai Renyi's unharmed spiritual cave.
        
        "Indeed, you have not deceived me. This Spiritual Cave has been built over an immortal-grade artifact. Although you did not have the ability to tap into the artifact's powers, just by building your spiritual cave on top of it, you've guaranteed it a limitless supply of top-quality Spiritual Qi. Not bad." Xinzi started, and pleased by the praise, Bai Renyi puffed out his chest - stroking his chin with a smirk of self-satisfaction.
        
        "And yet, despite a spiritual cave that'd make even the Eastern Spirit Emperor salivate, and the habit of robbing the talents of your most gifted disciples and followers, you're still stuck at the mid-stage of Divine Transformation after 10,000 years of cultivation. I don't know what's most impressive, that you had enough luck to escape the Celestial Hall's destruction with an immortal-grade artifact, or that your talent is so mediocre that all the good fortune in the world cannot make a top expert out of you?" Xinzi seriously asked, wiping the smile off Bai Renyi's lips, and making the mountain master's face twist into an ugly grimace.
        
        'You are not his match! You are not his match!" Struggling to keep his cool, Bai Renyi had to rely on the memories of Xinzi's battle with Daji's hordes and the Yellow Dragon to remind himself that the teenage monk standing beside him could rupture his Nascent Divinity with a finger snap.
        
        "Hahaha! Yes, yes! My cultivation talent is indeed laughable. I really can't understand why with all the generational talents that lined up at his door master was willing to accept me as his closed-door disciple."
        
        Using self-deprecation to mask his rage, Bai Renyi burst into laughter. However...
        
        "Because he's gay and was grooming you to become one of his secret male concubines.
        
        "What?"
        
        "The Nameless Sword Emperor was gay and liked rough-looking young men. But the majority of those that aimed to become his disciples were sons and daughters of eminent clans and looked more like immaculate spirit dolls than people - totally the opposite of Feng Jian's type. That's what made it easy for you."
        
        "W-what?"
        
        "Feng Jian was gay."
        
        "..."
        
        "Ask your grand master. In his youth, Feng Jian was so audacious that he even tried to make passes at Ren Moxie. Thankfully for Ren Moxie, Qiu Meng managed to protect his bum from Feng Jian's aggressive sword...if you catch my drift" Ending the exchange here, Xinzi waltzed into the room, ignoring Bai Renyi.
        
        Shocked to the core of his soul, the Nameless Sword Mountain master reeled back, holding his trembling chest for an instant...before spurting a large mouthful of blood. He then fell face-first, passing out on the floor.
        
        Undisturbed, Xinzi walked till he reached the center of Bai Renyi's spiritual cave. There, he fell on one knee, becoming one with nature, and sinking through the land.
        
        In one breath, Xinzi reached a spacious underground vault that stretched underneath Bai Renyi's spiritual cave. Built in lustrous sky-blue stones, this crypt teemed with a large concentration of Immortal Qi, creating such a crushing pressure that most Dongli experts would burst into a blood fog upon entering.
        
        Xinzi wasn't the average Dongli expert, and with one casual step, landed in front of the three-meters tall painting that stood at the center of this phenomenon. On that wine-colored painting, just like Bai Renyi had described beforehand, one could see a holy woman dressed in monastic robes and a long white veil that trailed at her back.
        
        Semi-transparent, the veil enabled the onlooker to get a glimpse at the holy woman's face an empty, porcelain-like surface with no eyes, nose or lips. Following the destruction of the Cult of the Faceless Goddess, others in Xinzi's shoes had no way to stimulate the painting, only being able to feel the dreadful reserves of Immortal Qi that lay dormant inside.
        
        But as soon as Xinzi glanced at the veiled Goddess' face, the scenery around him changed, and just like the experts of old, our corrupt monk landed in a red wedding chamber. There, a tall woman stood beside a velvet-sheeted nuptial bed. Staring at the opposite wall with her hands holding either side of her white veil.
        
        The veil dropped onto the ground, and as the Faceless Goddess turned to face Xinzi, her appearance morphed into that of a slender woman with shining silver hair that cascaded on her back, elfin ears, and a pair of spell-binding, upturned eyes that instantly captivated all attention.
        
        "Hi, Heaven. Long time no see." Xinzi broke the silence.
        
        Chapter 365
        365 Goddess in the Painting (Final Part)
        
        " 'Long time no see?' Not really. Whether you realize it or not, I am always with you."
        
        Rejecting Xinzi's greeting, the "Faceless Goddess" took a succession of leisurely steps forward - stopping an inch away from our corrupt monk.
        
        Raising her bright silver hues, the Faceless Goddess stared deep into Xinzi's eyes, for a moment maintaining silent eye contact. Here, her lips curled into a disarming smile, and she placed her right hand on Xinzi's chest.
        
        Xinzi didn't resist, letting Heaven's Desolation Avatar break first-meeting decorum by stroking his chest. For indeed, what that ancient cult labeled as Faceless Goddess was nothing less than Heaven's avatar in the Great Desolation World.
        
        Just like each mortal world possessed a Mortal World Heavenly Dao and mysterious items coveted by Yongye and Yanglong, they also possessed a physical incarnation of Heaven's Will an avatar that stayed dormant till those mortal worlds approached their final era.
        
        That avatar's awakening often signaled the end of times for that given world. But as Heaven possessed a vastly different vision of time from the average cultivator, it typically took over 60,000 years after the avatar's awakening for the mortal world it resided in to perish.
        
        The majority of Divine Spirits and even deities didn't have access to that information. In fact, for the Taiyang and Hengye clans, the Faceless Goddess was no deity, but rather some kind of demonic entity that tricked millions into worshipping her as a goddess.
        
        Xinzi only knew this because of his fusion with the Heavenly Dao, a fusion that enabled him to learn secrets and techniques jealously kept by the Celestial Paradise's top players - minus all that Heaven didn't want him to learn, yet.
        
        "I know. I know. Didn't mean to offend you, Heaven. But I'm confused. They say that the Faceless Goddess' appearance reflects your vision of physical perfection. I expected some mix of Zi Yao and Daji...not the silver-haired version of my mother's appearance." Thanks to the exchange between Heaven and Shenzhuo, Xinzi learned that the silver-haired elven goddess appearance that Heaven took to seduce him before he learned the Dao Breath was just a silver-haired version of Yongye.
        
        Once more, the corrupt monk was reminded that, despite having been nurtured in her womb for 10,000 years, he had never seen Yongye's face or anything above the upper half of her body, really.
        
        Fazed by her looks, Xinzi couldn't deny the criminal, outright sinful appeal that the woman in front of him held.
        
        "Hengye Zhen, you're lying to yourself. From the moment you realized that this face was just an altered version of your mother's, you fell in love with it.
        
        Mhm...actually, "love" is too strong a term. Let's just say that in a deeply ingrained thirst for proximity, you can't help but fantasize about this face. You want it by your side, tied in chains and leaning on your shoulder. You want that face's owner to assist you in everything - to devote her existence to you. You revere and despise her in the same breath, trying to spite her in your every move. In that aspect, you're very similar to Yanglong - although, in your case, there is no lust...yet.
        
        But Hengye Zhen, love and lust are two sides of the same coin. Without social norms and self-imposed limitations, the two...overlap so easily. I am not Yongye, but I can be so much more for you.
        
        Your doting mother.
        
        Your perfect lover.
        
        The one that understands and realizes your every wish without you having to speak a word.
        
        All that you want, Zhen'er, Xinzi, you can get through me - you and only you." Here, with one hand still on Xinzi's chest, Heaven lifted the other, driving it towards Xinzi's cheek, and stroking it with tender care.
        
        In that instant, Xinzi's heart raced against his chest, and his eyes turned red.
        
        "Why don't you let me satisfy all the cravings that she has ignited in you?
        
        Let me...give myself to you.
        
        Let me...make you the first and only man...to breed Heaven." Heaven leaned into Xinzi's ears, whispering intoxicating words. When he first got sucked into the painting, Xinzin expected many things. This wasn't one of them.
        
        While the inside of the painting presented a a riveting goddess in a wedding chamber, the setting was more of a plot to trick men into forgetting Dao enlightenment, than an actual opportunity to get lucky with Heaven's avatar in the Great Desolation World.
        
        In fact, though millions had faced the Goddess in the Painting, to say nothing of physical touch, not one had received more than a polite greeting from her. Xinzi was the only exception. Here, he didn't face the Dao debate that the others did, or an opportunity to get enlightenment in mystical abilities.
        
        Here, as he felt Heaven's warm hands roam his body, Xinzi realized that he only had two choices:
        
        Fu#k Heaven or leave - a mind-boggling predicament.
        
        Equipped with an improved version of the Dao Breath, Xinzi had nothing to fear from Heaven. At the very least, she couldn't force him into anything, or use the Heavenly Dao to make him lose his free will.
        
        Imagining Heaven slurping on his cock, or spreading her legs to take his shaft into her cunt, Xinzi's whole body burned. The fact that Heaven currently wore an altered version of Yongye's appearance only added to the corrupt monk's aching thirst. This was madness, and he wanted it.
        
        However, the rational part of Xinzi couldn't help but feel that this opportunity hid a dastardly trap. This was what Heaven and Qiu Meng wanted. If only for those two reasons, Xinzi should avoid it at all cost.
        
        Qiu Meng had likely seen many versions of this particular event in the River of Time. Perhaps in the other timelines, the Nameless Sword Mountain had gotten destroyed by Daji's hordes - enabling Xinzi to just swoop in and collect the Faceless Goddess Painting without hindrances.
        
        Initially, Xinzi wanted this painting so that he could use it as a template to recreate the 99 others that had been destroyed. Re-producing 99 immortal-grade artifacts would consume a fair share of Diabolic Shards, but once he united the 100 paintings, Xinzi could create a peerless artifact - thereby giving his faction a mighty boost. But now...
        
        'From the moment that I fused with the Heavenly Dao, Heaven has been trying to make me its loyal pet and new emissary. But this is a mortal world. Unless I complete the Ancestral Task and fill the world with Higher Principles, the highest cultivation realm here cannot exceed the Great Principle. Once I channel the Zhen-body, Sovereigns and Primevals aside, no one can match me with a cultivation at the Great Principle or below. So, what's the catch?' Xinzi wondered.
        
        The monk didn't doubt his ability to turn his enemy's plans against themselves. But did this confidence in his schemes and skills merit diving head-on into an obvious trap?
        
        No.
        
        Of course, no.
        
        Yet, as his eyes devoured Heaven's looks, and his Lust and Vanity Demon Hearts beat like drums at a tribal celebration, Xinzi had to admit...that he really couldn't care less.
        
        For the first time in his life, he was willing to commit a mistake...and deal with the consequences afterward.
        
        "Very well. Then tonight, I'm going to take the Goddess in the Painting, and make her my wife." Barely had these words echoed that Xinzi pushed one hand towards Heaven's cheek, and the other around her waist.
        
        Heaven's spotless white nun robes turned into a long scarlet wedding dress, highlighting her narrow waist as she reached for Xinzi's lips.
        
        Chapter 366
        366 Breeding Heaven (R-18)
        
        Outside the painting, as soon as Xinzi and Heaven's lips met, vast waves of Evil Qi assembled around the painting - forming a column of wretched energies that soared into the sky - announcing to every single life of the Dongli state that an incomparably sinful deed was about to take place.
        
        But at the moment, Xinzi had no time to care for this.
        
        Consumed by lust, the corrupt monk's hands went rogue, one coping a feel of Heaven's ass, while the other groped her breasts.
        
        "Anh..." Feeling Xinzi's hands take liberties with her inviolable body, Heaven moaned in the monk's mouth. Her scarlet wedding dress' fabric stood in the way, yet only added to the pair's burning lust. This incarnation of Heaven's Will was different from anything that anyone had confronted before. It was full of emotions and desires - desires all aimed at milking Xinzi's cock.
        
        About 1.8 meters tall, though of high stature by female standards, under Xinzi's large shoulders and two meters of height, Heaven looked absurdly small, like a reckless teenage girl about to get crushed by a giant's meat.
        
        Their tongues coiled ceaselessly, meshing and parting, then again seeking one another, and filling each other's mouths with warm streaks of saliva. Feeling Xinzi's cock bulge through his pants, Heaven's legs trembled. Without much stimulation, the meat had risen to full length, trying to rip through the pants and plow the target of its lust.
        
        Hungry and relentless, Xinzi lifted Heaven off her feet, driving her towards the nuptial bed.
        
        But while holding Heaven in suspension, Xinzi kept pushing his tongue into her mouth, exploring her throat before pulling out and sucking on her tongue instead. His hands didn't stay honest, stroking Heaven's moistening cunt as he laid her on the bed.
        
        Eager for more, Heaven untied Xinzi's belt. Xinzi undid hers, taking the wedding dress off his partner's lustrous shoulders. His cock sprang free, towering above Heaven's fleshly thighs, and pushing towards her abdomen.
        
        Here, the corrupt monk broke the lascivious kiss - taking a moment to appreciate Heaven's glorious body. Large, bouncy breasts, hand-filling ass cheeks, long and slender legs, kissable lips - but all in perfect proportions.
        
        Yes, perfection was the correct word. Artistic perfection breathed from every inch of that woman's body, and the tiniest glance at her made Xinzi's blood flow straight to his stiff, erect cock. In his burning eyes, Heaven saw more lust and perversion than in all the lechers of the world combined - as if it wasn't a man, but the demonic embodiment of lust itself that now had her pinned under him.
        
        Heaven loved that lust and relished being its target. The longer Xinzi ogled her, the more aroused she felt. The thought of drawing such a reaction from him further moistened her crotch, and letting her body do the talking, she sucked on Xinzi's fingers.
        
        Spurred on, Xinzi let that hand enjoy Heaven's mouth, lowered his lips on her perky breasts, and dragged his slick tongue down her cleavage.
        
        Always eager to tease, Xinzi pressed on Heaven's right nipple. "Anh..." another moan escaped the aroused goddess' lips. Then another one, and another one, as Xinzi teased her breast with terrific expertise.
        
        Aching for more, Heaven lowered her trembling hand to Xinzi's crotch, cupped his balls, and trailed her fingers up and down his cock. The veins pulsed in response, urging Heaven to be more aggressive and stroke the shaft openly.
        
        As the incarnation of Heaven's Will, the goddess under Xinzi's crotch had a preternatural understanding of all things, and teased our corrupt monk's meat-slab better than girls that had spent years by his side.
        
        Though thrilled by Heaven's fingers, Xinzi loved control more, grabbed her wrist, and set her hand aside. Three seconds of intense eye contact followed. Heaven's breathing grew increasingly ragged. Her racing heart betrayed her excitement, and sensing her near the boiling point, Xinzi pressed one knee against Heaven's crotch, enjoying the feeling her love juice dripping all over his thigh.
        
        The scent of sexual needs filled the corrupt monk's nostrils, and without further ado, he dropped on Heaven's crotch.
        
        The monk's expert hands got to work, lowering Heaven's red string underwear for Xinzi to kiss her wet lower lips, and flick his tongue across her clit.
        
        "Anh..." Struck by a jolt of electricity, Heaven trembled under Xinzi's tongue, but still stroked his hair, asking for more - and more she got. The monk's tongue and fingers got to work. The latter stroked the thirsty goddess' outer walls while the former licked and sucked on her clit.
        
        Stained by a mixture of saliva and sexual juice, the sheets underneath Xinzi turned moist as well, Heaven's lips grew more honest, and her joyful gasps filled the room.
        
        "Anh...anh...annnh!!!"
        
        Pulling out his fingers, Xinzi sank his tongue into Heaven's dripping cunt, getting a first-class taste of the walls that'd soon been stuffed full by his cock. This was a brand-new taste, sweet and salty at the same time with each drop of love juice revealing Heaven's need to get crammed by Xinzi's meat.
        
        A mystical melody wrapped Heaven's moans, adding to Xinzi's lust. And had anyone else been on the scene, they would have been forced to block their ears just to avoid being driven mad by those throaty moans.
        
        Carried by desire, the two forgot about the world. Xinzi's tongue latched on a spot around the upper wall of Heaven's cunt the most pleasurable spot his tongue had located so far, and worked it with long and ardent strokes. In that instant, the corrupt monk couldn't help but wonder if Heaven's anatomy also mirrored his mother's - if the strokes and moves that drove her to ecstasy would also have the same effect on his mother.
        
        The thought died here, drowned by moans that grew increasingly more chaotic. Heaven's quivering body shook further, and she collapsed in her first orgasm.
        
        Never one to give a weakened prey the chance to rest, Xinzi grabbed his cock, aiming it at Heaven's hole.
        
        Even as she panted, Heaven's eyes followed Xinzi's massive slab of meat. That large scepter snatched her attention, forcing her seductive body to respond with primal instincts.
        
        Wet and ready, Heaven spread her legs wide-giving Xinzi full access to the prize his cock demanded: her cunt.
        
        Pressing the head against Heaven's unexplored flower, Xinzi pushed his meat in, breaking into Heaven's love tunnel with a slow, measured thrust. Here, the Immortal Golden Dragon Physique kicked in, unleashing bright golden flames that filled every nerve of Heaven's body with supreme pleasure.
        
        In that instant, it almost seemed as if the two had turned into boiling cauldrons.
        
        Their bodies burned at unprecedented temperatures. Their skins flushed red. Sweat dripped from both, but their needs...had never been more pressing.
        
        "Xinzi...Xinzi...ravage...me!" Heaven whispered in Xinzi's ears, and needing no further incentive, the corrupt monk drove his cock up and down the lewd goddess' walls stuffing her walls with long, building strokes.
        
        "Ohh...ohh...ohhh!" At first, Heaven had a hard time adjusting to the waves of pleasure filling her fleshly body. But always a natural, she let it all cloud her mind - abandoning herself to Xinzi's pounding cock.
        
        The last fence thus went away, and after mapping out his partner's inner walls, Xinzi let his bestial nature replace technique, lowered his weight on Heaven's chest, and hammered at her hole.
        
        Never in his life had our corrupt monk experienced such an intoxicating sensation. With each thrust that he sent down Heaven's cunt, the primordial being's walls sucked every inch and particle of his cock with perfect suction force - convincing Xinzi that even if he wanted to pull out, that greedy hole wouldn't allow him to.
        
        For a moment, these unprecedented levels of pleasure clouded Xinzi's mind, letting him rut and pound with no care of the consequences.
        
        Unprecedented waves of Divine Power and Evil Qi filled the wedding chamber, and fulfilling the dreams of all male cultivators across all eras, Xinzi flipped Heaven on all four, slamming into her delicious hole with relentless cock-hammering.
        
        In sync with Xinzi's thrusts, Heaven's ass cheeks and tits bounced repeatedly. Her tongue lolled out, and as she clung on the red sheets to keep some balance, her body shook in a succession of orgasms.
        
        What started as suave lovemaking became a primitive mating session. Xinzi's groans meshed with Heaven's moans, and as his balls slapped at her supple ass, his cock unloaded warm liters of spunk straight into her hole.
        
        At that time, all the Divine Power and Evil Qi swelling the wedding chamber assembled in Xinzi's dantian - once more transforming his Dao Foundation. The Inverse Dao Seals on his right arm multiplied - going from five to thirty-three.
        
        But Xinzi didn't care, and neither did Heaven. Too lost in their rutting, the two refused to stop. Heaven lifted her right leg, bending in a scissor position, and giving Xinzi free rein to keep pounding at will.
        
        Minutes became hours. Hours became days, days of loving groans, mating and position shifting followed.
        
        At the end of it all, the quality of Xinzi's foundation - both the divine and demonic - had risen impossibly. As for Heaven, her womb swelled with so much that she could likely fill a tank with Xinzi's blasts of cum.
        
        Exhausted at last, the two collapsed beside one another, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
        
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        Chapter 367
        367 A Man that Doesn't Care
        
        "Crude...perverted...and pushing the boundaries of obscenity. In my over 10,000 years of existence, be it among men, spirits or beasts, never have I witnessed such an obscene display of perversion," Zhiji Jing said.
        
        From inside the 108 Demonic-Beads Bracelet, surrounded by millions of Withdrawal Sin Demons, Zhiji Jing and Xiao Hu had watched Xinzi's mating session with Heaven's avatar. They weren't given a choice. All the Sin Demons housed in the 108 Demonic Beads Bracelet could see everything that went on in the outside world. In fact, the beads even enabled them to spread their senses far and wide, giving them access to all the events that transpired across hundreds of square miles without any of the people they spied on being able to notice them.
        
        As current residents of the Demonic Beads Bracelet, Zhiji Jing and Xiao Hu also had that privilege. But as Xinzi didn't explain to them the functioning of the 108 Demonic Beads Bracelet, the trapped pair could only watch him breed Heaven's avatar from morning to evening - having no other choice but to use that show as their only source of entertainment.
        
        And what a source of entertainment it was.
        
        With over 10,000 years of experience, Zhiji Jing had heard of many corrupt Dual Cultivation practices. But never in her wildest dreams did she think that she'd one day watch a 19-year-old cultivator make Heaven herself his bitch. And if the very thought of one such event seemed blasphemous, after seeing it play out across days of non-stop Dual Cultivation, with poses that grew more obscene as time went by, Zhiji Jing felt that all her certitudes had gotten overturned.
        
        This was a man. A man before whom Heaven herself had to spread her legs. Unlike Xinzi, Zhijin Jing didn't know that Heaven's eagerness to become Xinzi's partner likely hid dastardly plots. But so what if it did? Across the past, present and future, who could boast of having had Heaven pinned under his crotch?
        
        That alone was a legendary achievement that'd make all past powerhouses bow in admiration.
        
        Celestial, Holy or Infernal Paradise, it didn't matter. Across the River of Time, none could claim such an achievement.
        
        At Zhiji Jing's side, Xiao Hu too watched the scene. But while the peacock lady marveled at Xinzi's corrupt feat, for reasons she couldn't comprehend, as she watched Xinzi cram and plow Heaven's hole, Xiao Hu's eyes turned red.
        
        "No wonder Daji never stopped chasing him. Though I don't think that she knew all that she was signing up for, damn! When Heaven itself struggles to keep up, who can match this beast?
        
        Actually, it's 'herself'. Heaven...is a woman." Zhiji Jing spoke her inner thoughts, expecting Xiao Hu to chime in.
        
        But to Zhiji Jing dismay, the green-haired demoness didn't - all her attention focused on the sight of Xinzi cramming Heaven's hole with unending liters of spunk.
        
        "Ximei, don't you agree?" Confused by Xiao Hu's silence, Zhiji Jing turned towards her - expecting her sworn sister to match her thoughts. (For those that have forgotten, since Xiao Hu had her memories of her time with Xinzi and the White Immortal Sect erased, Daji named her "Hu Ximei.") She didn't. Even with Zhiji Jing calling for her at such close distance, Xiao Hu stayed silent. Worse, as she watched the breeding session reach its climatic point, the green-haired demoness balled up her fists - trembling in a mix of rage and grief.
        
        The Green Immortal Sword Art kicked in, making Xiao Hu's cultivation and battle prowess rise at an absurd speed.
        
        "Ximei! Third sister! Hu Ximei!" Confused by Xiao Hu's condition, Zhiji Jing's raised her voice - reaching for Xiao Hu's shoulders. The Winds of Degradation unfurled outright attempting to hack Zhiji Jing's hand into pieces.
        
        Fortunately for the peacock lady, though Xiao Hu's battle prowess had far exceeded the limits of Pulse Condensation, her Winds of Degradation had absolutely no means to injure the mysterious beast equivalent of a Supreme Clarity expert.
        
        "Huh?" As soon as Zhiji Jing's hand had passed through the Winds of Degradation and latched on Xiao Hu's shoulder, the pipa demoness snapped out of her torpor, turning towards Zhiji Jing with a pair of confused eyes.
        
        "W-what...happened?" Trembling due to the rollercoaster of emotions welling up inside of her, Xiao Hu seriously asked.
        
        "I should be the one asking you that. What's wrong with you? Daji had already realized that you had deep connections to Abbot Xinzi and the White Immortal Sect. But that connection belongs to the past. You're now Hu Ximei, the third sister of Xuanyuan Mountain - our sister - and a leading member of the Myriad Beast Gang!
        
        Daji didn't do so much for you to watch you lose your mind for the enemy!" Zhiji Jing barked in frustration - her sapphire eyes also turning red at what she perceived as a show of disloyalty.
        
        "I'm...sorry." Inwardly agreeing with Zhiji Jing's words, and ashamed of her reaction, Xiao Hu lowered her head - refusing to meet Zhiji Jing's disapproving gaze.
        
        "Get a grip. Regardless of what used to unite you with Abbot Xinzi and the White Immortal Sect, from the moment that you became Daji's sworn sister, you forsook those bonds and pledged to devote yourself to our Myriad Beast Gang.
        
        Your potential outclasses 99% of the Myriad Beast Gang's retainers, but you're still at the mid-stage of Pulse Condensation. If not for Daji's favor, you could have never ranked so high in the Myriad Beast Gang.
        
        Daji saved you when you were at your lowest. She gave you purpose and a second life, without expecting anything in return. I won't ask you to give her the same loyalty and respect that she has given you, but at the very least, do not shame her by losing your head for a man that clearly doesn't care about you." Here, Zhiji Jing stopped, giving Xiao Hu time to process her words.
        
        Waves of shame and resignation welled up the pipa demoness' heart, and she fell onto her knees, breaking into tears.
        
        Yes. Regardless of what past used to unite her with Xinzi and the White Immortal Sect, from the moment that Daji took her under her wing, Xiao Hu swore to devote her life to her. Daji was her everything. Her beacon of light, her shield, and the guide that led her through this treacherous world.
        
        Xinzi could never give her the pure familial bond that Daji did, so even if her heart craved the corrupt monk, Xiao Hu had to suppress those emotions and replace them with utter devotion for Daji.
        
        That...was her destiny.
        
        But while she accepted her role, as pictures of Xinzi's mating session with Heaven unfurled in her mind, Xiao Hu couldn't help but wonder...what would she do if the monk decided to greet her with a warm, gentle smile.
        
        Just warm and gentle. She didn't, dared not, ask for anything more than that.
        
        Chapter 368
        368 Tianji (***)
        
        While Zhiji Jing challenged Xiao Hu's priorities, Xinzi lay on the nuptial bed, for the first time exhausted by a Dual Cultivation session. Heaven lay beside him, she too gasping for breath. By now, Xinzi had yet to thoroughly digest the gains of this Dual Cultivation session - more specifically, he couldn't afford to digest it all.
        
        Despite the qualitative leap in his Dao Foundation, Xinzi's cultivation had risen too much and exceeded the limits that even his abnormal and unparalleled Embryonic Core could bear. As for the Divine Power and Evil Qi, Divine Souls and Demon Hearts didn't have limits on the energies they could accumulate, so this was much easier to manage. Still, the unprecedented influx of Evil Qi got Xinzi's 11 Demon Hearts (Klesha, Vetala, Naga, Bali, Sinshifter, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Vanity, Withdrawal.) drunk on those sinful energies - so drunk that the monk now lay in a groggy state, split between 11 worlds of paradise that attempted to satisfy all the cravings of his Demon Hearts.
        
        And while his mind drifted on an Evil-Qi-induced trip, Xinzi's cock stayed erect - adding to his vulnerability. For indeed, from the moment that he'd arrived in the Great Desolation World, Xinzi had never been more vulnerable than he was now.
        
        Waves of Holy Force erupted from the monk's pores, fighting off the illusory demonic paradises that had taken control of his mind.
        
        'Quick. Unless I am ready to form my Golden Core, and I am not, I have to...extract or transmute the excess cultivation.' Xinzi came to the only natural conclusion.
        
        He was correct. If he didn't act fast and either extracted or transmuted the excess cultivation, it would force him to break through to the Golden Core realm, ruining all his preparations.
        
        In the eyes of other experts, there would be nothing wrong with breaking through now. Xinzi's Embryonic Core was already number one throughout history, set to put him far beyond the understanding of all previous generations.
        
        But to build a foundation that'd enable him to dominate even the Primevals, Xinzi needed more assets - especially considering that the more overpowered his foundation was, the more difficult it would be for him to improve it.
        
        A Golden Core built on the addition of the Myriad Essence Stone would go a long way to prepare Xinzi for the battles to come. For that reason, before seizing the Myriad Essence Stone, Xinzi couldn't form his core.
        
        Resisting the blissful corruption of the tides of Evil Qi, Xinzi closed his eyes, placing his left hand on his chest, and the right on his abdomen - right above his dantian. There, hidden in the Inner Cave World, Xinzi's Embryonic Core shone with an explosive burst of sky-blue light. The Qi Ocean and Inner Spiritual Cave trembled, filled to the brim by Immortal Qi and expanding at an alarming speed.
        
        Here, Xinzis' Five Elements Transmutative Technique kicked in, sending streams of multicolored energies to invade his Inner Cave World and latch on the Immortal Qi that swelled within. The Swallowing Skill kicked in as well, combining with the Five Elements Transmutative Technique to siphon and transform the excess Immortal Qi.
        
        But as Xinzi got to work, Heaven pulled in one deep breath. All traces of exhaustion vanished from her face, and she rose to her knees, stroking her cum-full belly and watching Xinzi with an inscrutable smile.
        
        "Xinzi...why resist the fruit of our love? There is nothing wrong with breaking through now. Let me carry you straight to...the peak of the immortal road." Heaven leaned over, whispering in Xinzi's ears.
        
        Focused on his task, Xinzi ignored her.
        Heaven didn't mind and stretched her hand out, reaching for Xinzi's still erect cock.
        
        "Xinzi...have faith in me. Let go. Let go and watch my love transform you into the most dominant existence of all time." As she spoke these tantalizing words, Heaven crawled towards Xinzi's crotch. And while still holding his cock in her warm, lustrous hand, Heaven pressed her lips against the shaft, taking a moment to kiss it with tender thirst before sticking her tongue out and licking that intoxicating meatstick up and down.
        
        With each flick of Heaven's tongue, Xinzi's cock grew warmer, pulsed faster, and threatened to derail the monk's transmutative procedures.
        
        "No wonder so many creatures can't help but indulge in...this. I too, am starting to find it...irresistible," Heaven said, and without further ado, took the tip of Xinzi's cock into her mouth, sucking on the head while her hands massaged his balls.
        
        "Mhm...Ahh," Xinzi gasped at Heaven's move. But interestingly, though the monk couldn't afford to lose focus, his face showed no sign of worry. Better, Xinzi ignored Heaven's sloppy blowjob, operating on his dantian as if completely unbothered by his treacherous partner's actions.
        
        The sloppy blowjob went on, with heaps of slurping and squelching sounds echoing throughout the wedding chamber. At the same time, Heaven's moist lips injected more Immortal Qi into Xinzi's cock, increasing the load that his Embryonic Core had to bear.
        
        "How...naughty. But Heaven, you do realize that I am an Ascendent of the Holy Road - with, my path built on the Creed of Indulgence, right? It's not that you're not doing a good job..." With his eyes still closed, Xinzi brought his hands together, forming a succession of mudras. The rays of Holy Force shooting out of his pores intensified blinding - Heaven's eyes.
        
        "...But at the end of the day, you're just an avatar, a fleshly incarnation of Heaven's Will in the Great Desolation World. Even in the Celestial Paradise, Heaven is bound by mysterious rules and cannot act as it pleases. As for here in the Great Desolation World, your powers face more drastic limitations, and if not for our connection, there isn't much that you would have been able to do to me.
        
        Add to that my status of Ascendant, and I have nothing to fear from you." As the words rolled off Xinzi's tongue, the corrupt ascendant stretched his hand out, grabbing Heaven's head. For the first time since the two had met in the nuptial chamber, Heaven lost her composure, her face twisting in a grimace of sheer horror.
        
        "You, on the other hand, are playing a very dangerous game. Heaven is an immaculate primordial being and was never meant to indulge in carnal pleasures. So, from the moment that you incarnated yourself in a being endowed with emotions and desires, you'd basically embarked on a road of self-destruction.
        
        What a pity. At first, I didn't mind the possibility of taking you as a lover. But since you don't cherish the opportunity...I will just have to make you my bitch." Though Xinzi maintained a warm and gentle tone, his words carried sinister implications - implications that made Heaven try to break free from his cock.
        
        Alas, all attempts proved futile. Each time that Heaven tried to yank herself off Xinzi's meatstick, vast suction forces would drag her all the way down - keeping tied to the cock that she'd so brazenly taken hold off.
        
        Here, Xinzi activated the Dao Breath, connecting to the Zhen-body in the Evernight Palace. Interrupting its secluded cultivation, the Zhen-body opened its eyes, enabling Xinzi to channel all its powers.
        
        "Mhm! MHM!" Realizing what Xinzi was up to, Heaven tried to voice her discontent. Alas, with her mouth still stuffed with Xinzi's cock, her vocal cords had to stay on standby.
        
        'Xinzi, don't...all I'm doing is for your own good!' Heaven pleaded through a mental message. Alas, this was one of those days where mercy was in short supply.
        
        Using Heaven as an interstellar bridge, Xinzi tracked down the avatars hidden in the other mortal worlds, forcing them all to fuse with the goddess choking on his meat. Instantly, the six other mortal worlds lost their Heavenly Avatars - causing catastrophic changes that'd speed up the timelines of those worlds' destruction.
        
        But while this move made Xinzi's Heaven stronger and more complete, her face showed no trace of joy. On the contrary, the terror intensified.
        
        "And all I'm doing is also for my own good. You see, my 108 Demonic Bead Necklace was missing an Artifact Spirit. You can be that spirit and stay by my side...forever." Xinzi's Sinshifter Heart kicked into gear, seizing control of all the perverse emotions and desires that this avatar of Heaven had developed for Xinzi, and using them all to break her free will and reduce the avatar into Xinzi's slave.
        
        "From now on, your name is Tianji," Xinzi said. Waves of colorful energies erupted from his palm, sucking Tianji into the 108 Demonic Bead Necklace.
        
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Hengyezhen 10 Jun 2024, 18:45

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Is this author ever dropping new chaps or is this another one of his abandoned novels like nine venoms sect founder?

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  GOL.D.MOKU 24 Mar 2025, 03:19 ➥ Hengyezhen
  
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Unstoppable (Part 2)
"No…nononono! Impossible!" Zhiji Jing couldn't guess Xinzi's bloodline or abilities, but connected to her troops through the Scattered Energy Fusion, she could feel each mysterious beast that Xinzi's Qi impacted detach itself from the formation and turn…into a demon!

Yes, following this one move from Xinzi, all Myriad Beast Gang members under Holy Beast Sovereign rank became fiery balls of Evil Qi, morphing under the eyes of the Dongli state's experts to become a horde of 200 million Heart Demons!

Wrath Heart Demons, Lust Heart Demons, Greed Heart Demons, Gluttony, Vanity, and Withdrawal Heart Demons, which ever of Xinzi's prevalent sins appealed to them the most became the essence of their new demonic form.

From seductive human forms to grotesque horror shapes, demonic transformation succeeded one another as the 3rd and 29th Horde vanished, becoming loyal demon soldiers devoted to Xinzi and the Liberation Temple.

Exacerbating the sins and evil locked in the heart of the targets and forcing them to turn into demons loyal to the caster, this was the most terrifying ability of the Sinshifter, a bloodline reserved for the strongest lieutenants of Lord Sheitan. But even for a Sinshifter, the Sinshifting innate skill wouldn't reach such a horrifying level if not for Xinzi's Hell Suppressing Immortal Pulse.

Faced with the combination of innate skill and pulse, all the animosity that the Myriad Beast Gang's troops kept bottled up became a weapon that Xinzi could effortlessly manipulate to turn them all into his goons. Now, only Zhiji Jing, Xiao Hu and the squad of Holy Beast Sovereigns stayed behind - last remnants of the troops dispatched to the Nameless Sword Mountain.

The 200 million demons turned into clouds of dark mist, leaving Zhiji Jing to stand behind their new master - behind Xinzi. To say nothing of Zhiji Jing, Xiao Hu, Haoyue, Zuixian and the rest, even the Liberation Temple's experts and gals couldn't believe their eyes, all trembling at the supremely diabolic feat they just witnessed.

"Now, I'm going to do you a favor and repeat myself. I have no time for mini-bosses and am not here to carry out a slaughter. Why kill when you can subjugate? Why ruin when you can build something infinitely greater? You have my thanks for providing me with a much-needed branch of demon troops. In my quest to liberate all lives, it is important that I can show my devotees that mortal, holy, divine and infernal can all share the same bread.

Thank you, Zhiji Jing, for this grand contribution. But as I've said before, you're just a side character, and until you improve that status, you do not have the qualifications to seek an epic battle with My Humble Self," Xinzi said, and with another leisurely step forward, appeared before Zhiji Jing.

"Leave and tell Daji that the Nameless Sword Mountain is under my protection and, that if she wants to destroy it, she has to go through me." The 24 Holy Beast Sovereigns all stood in monster form, mountain-sized creatures that individually dwarfed towns and cities.

Yet, faced with the two-meters tall Xinzi, they all seemed tiny, like an insignificant pack of worms desperate to challenge a giant. Zhiji Jing had lost her breath, shaking and trembling like a feather blown left and right by a raging storm.

"W-who…are you?"

"Abbot Xinzi, of the Liberation Temple,"
Xinzi said and walked past Zhiji Jing. Upon hearing that name, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. How could Zhiji Jing not know the name of the person that Daji had been chasing for so long? The so-called Zhen of the Night Pantheon? Daji had collected all the information that she could, and knew that behind the disguise of a White Immortal Sect disciple, Xinzi or Zhen was also a giant of the Eternal Night Dynasty:

A God!

Or at least, this was Daji's belief. A belief shared by Zhiji Jing and reinforced by Xiao Hu's reaction at the mere mention of that name. Now, Zhiji Jing finally realized Why Xiao Hu had lost her composure Upon seeing that monk. Even if she couldn't put a name on it, her body and soul had recognized the face.

"Hateful! Do you think you can just walk away after what you've done to our brothers and sisters? Don't underestimate the Myriad Beast Gang!"

But while Zhiji Jing realized that the Myriad Beast Gang had kicked a sheet of iron, the same didn't apply to the 24 Beast Sovereigns, who all refused to accept the disastrous defeat that they'd just suffered.

In tandem, they lunged at Xinzi, sharing their various innate skills through the Scattered Energy Fusion to multiply their battle prowess.

"No, idiots, stop!" Aware that they were outmatched, Zhiji Jing tried to stop her subordinates, but couldn't prevent the murderous fire in their eyes from taking over and piloting their bodies.

"Can't say I didn't warn you," Xinzi said, and without turning to face the 24 Beast Sovereigns, clenched his fists, pulling in a deep breath. The Heavenly Dao kicked in, bringing all the laws of the mortal Fusion to fire murderous blasts at Xinzi.

"The Great Dao…is heartless."

Moving faster than Zhiji Jing at her best, Xinzi slammed his right knee straight into the face of a colossal White Tiger. The White Tiger's skull ruptured, his head exploded into blood and gore, and by the time his hefty body had collapsed on the ground, his soul and monster core had flown out - vanishing in Xinzi's chest.

A duo of ape and lion appeared at Xinzi's left and right, hurling their herculean fists and claws at his comparatively tiny body. Holy Force, Divine Power, masked Evil Qi, Blood Energy, the Immortal Golden Dragon Physique, Eternal Dragon Monster Core, and all five Demon Hearts kicked in at the same time, bringing the might of Xinzi's fleshly body to absurd levels of dominance. Misty white force followed his breathing patterns, going in and out of his mouth and nostrils as the Dao Breath operated, adding to his explosive power. Xinzi stretched his hands out, blocking colossal fists and claws with two indexes.

"AAAAAAARGH!" The Naga bloodline kicked in, producing an irresistible poison that burned lion and ape till not even their bones remained. Monster Cores and souls once more fed Xinzi's growth. But as the surviving 21 assailants realized that they were biting far more than they could chew, Xinzi had lost interest in mercy - turning
into a hurricane of brutality that ravaged the Beast Sovereigns' ranks. Formless and odorless poison pervaded the air, filling the Beast Soveireigns' bodies, and reducing their battle prowess to zero.

"AAARGH! STOP IT! I…BEG…AAAAAAAAAARGH!" All squirmed and squealed on the ground, crippled by excruciating jolts of pain that made acid-on-face feel like a pat on the head.
"As you wish," Xinzi said, and one after the other, stomped the Beast Sovereigns to death. By the time the 13th had fallen, Xiao Hu stopped her melody, causing the remaining 11th Beast Sovereigns to return to Holy Beast King tier.

"Ximei why…why did you do that?!"
Confused and terror-stricken, Zhiji Jing barked at Xiao Hu. But once she saw the hopeless terror in her sister's eyes, she realized the why.

"Maybe…if they return to Holy Beast King…he will subjugate them instead of stomping them to death," the pipa
demoness whispered. She wasn't in correct. Xinzi stretched his hand out, manipulating the grief, agony and negativity to turn the 11 surviving 3rd Horde leaders into demons loyal only to him.

"Is this really…you? No, impossible, it has to be a clone." Shui Haoyue couldn't believe her eyes. Not just because of the power, but the attitude that Xinzi displayed.

Although his moves seemed to follow certain principles, although divine and holy forces undulated his form, there wasn't a single person on the scene that didn't see in the current Xinzi the incarnation of a rampaging monster. Now, only Xiao Hu and Zhiji Jing stayed behind. Coerced by his aura, both failed to stay on their feet, struggling to breathe and look him in the eye.

"I gave you a way out. I said that I wasn't here for slaughter. Why did you have to force my hand? Now, I'm angry…" Xinzi said and reached for Zhiji Jing's neck. Irresistible suction forces kicked in, making the Holy Beast Sovereign fly into Xinzi's hand.

"So tell me, little peacock, why should I spare you?" Xinzi rhetorically asked and squeezed Zhiji Jing's neck.

"Ugh…ugh!!!" Unable to speak or breathe, Zhiji Jing gasped for air. The squeezing tightened, and if nothing changed, it wouldn't be long before Xinzi broke the peacock's neck.

"S-stop…Xinzi, stop!" Tapping in the full depths of her willpower, Xiao Hu barked, causing Xinzi's attention to shift from Zhiji Jing and lock on her.

"Oh, you can say my name now? Interesting. But why should I stop? Who are you to me that I should spare her for you?" This time, Xinzi asked in a serious tone. His grip on Zhiji Jing's neck intensified. Even when she vagabonded across the Eastern Continent, going from peacock to pheasant while avoiding relentless hunts, Zhiji Jing had never been as terrified as she was at this instant.

Her life, everything from her birth till now, flashed before her eyes, perhaps an attempt of her brain to find a way out from this hopeless situation.
But as Zhiji Jing could see the specter of death extend its arms at her, a radiant yellow beam raced down the sky, slamming into Xinzi in an earth-shaking explosion.

"If you won't stop, I will make you." The gargantuan figure of the Yellow Dragon
appeared in the sky, marking the arrival of Bai Daji…

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GrayLord666 10 Nov 2023, 14:10

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From last comments on webnovel author had "got tangled up with a crippling health condition that made writing difficult" and is "taking pills and injections to manage".
This comments were 11 months ago, and no other news since then...

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Listless 27 May 2023, 09:36

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When will there be an update it's been months???

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Immortaldaoist 24 Mar 2023, 12:18

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Author is too busy making comedy to the point he's too stupid to realise he's left a bunch of plot holes due to him prioritising making a comedy scene over a consistent and enjoyable story.

It's garbage.

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Superman 30 Nov 2022, 22:47

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Quote: Darklord48
No clones are disgusting thats why western authors are cucks cause they always use clones for sex while others use clones for training and attack or protection and No clones always different from main body they are not Naruto clones just chakra they are independant soul from the main soul

Not always. A lot of times it's just you sharing both bodies, something like splitting your mind into two. Delegating your own brainpower and eventually combining yourself.

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  rbprocks 31 Jan 2023, 18:42 ➥ Superman
  
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  Dont tell him, bro is scared that his own fragment which is basically himself will take away his girl. Thats just insecurity. He would rather have mc to collect girls and let them be waiting when he roams around the world collecting other girls
  
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    Morgan 22 Mar 2023, 13:17 ➥ rbprocks
    
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    So women need sex all the time or they well leave MC ?. it is cultivation world some one are virgin for 100000 years and they can go for closed cultivation for hundreds of years.you dont need clones shit to bound your women to you. according to you if they dont have sex they would leave MC. then this isnt harem
    
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      rbprocks 22 Mar 2023, 16:23 ➥ Morgan
      
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      Read my comment, i never said women need sex all the time.
      Brother u are reading a degen R18 novel and asking this question, there are bunch of other novels where u can look for pure cultivation or normal r18. Not every novel is supposed to please u.
      I personally am an advocate of monogamy but also am a man of culture and these baby concepts dont phase me a bit.
      And honestly comparing this shit to actual netorare is a joke, that was what i was saying by my comment
      
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        GOR0015 20 Apr 2023, 08:02 ➥ rbprocks
        
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        YOu have any good pure cultivation novels ?
        
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        rbprocks 20 Apr 2023, 14:54 ➥ GOR0015
        
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        I dont really remember alot but you can look up top collections in novelupdates.
        But some of the oldschool novel i remember are
        I Shall Seal the Heavens
        Reverend Insanity
        Warlock of magus world
        Martial world
        Ancient godly monarch.
        Hail the king (not really cultivation but one of my favourite since it has diablo2 elements on it)
        
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Hello fellow readers, Here's a list of my recommended novels (Updated):
Top 1% :https://ranobes.net/user/Mao+Miaomiao/favorites/128827/
Top R-18 :https://ranobes.net/user/Mao+Miaomiao/favorites/128814/
Top Translated :https://ranobes.net/user/Mao+Miaomiao/favorites/128801/
Intelligent MC :https://ranobes.net/user/Mao+Miaomiao/favorites/128800/
Hope you guys recommend any good novel I may have missed. Ciao.

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  Immortaldaoist 24 Mar 2023, 12:16 ➥ Mao Miaomiao
  
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  Considering you're using the name of a protagonist from a garbage novel as username I can only assume whatever read you would recommend is trash.
  
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princenotholy 24 Jul 2022, 14:49

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Devil Paragon's writings are indeed very readable, with the Main Character possessing the Dao of Shameless. It is fitting as a cultured society to read works that uphold the Dao of Shameless.

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