Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 563 Inviting all immortals and gods, granting me a sword to cross the mortal realm.

Through that wooden statue that carries the prayers of all people, the beliefs and wishes originating from all corners of the world are no longer scattered fireflies, but have transformed into a vast and boundless clear torrent, flowing irresistibly towards the ancient and silent divine sword "Huangji".

As the light surged, countless delicate and devout prayers seemed to intertwine and echo, like chanting or a lullaby, gently yet firmly washing away the millennia of dust that had stained the sword's body.

The sword hummed softly, like a dragon awakening from hibernation, absorbing the power of the people's wishes and gradually emitting a warm, clear light.

The remaining demon lords are in dire straits. Some have already been devoured by Shi Yubai, while others are barely clinging to life, but they are being suppressed by the sect leaders and elders of the immortal sects with thunderous methods. They are struggling to cope and their defeat is already evident.

Originally, relying on the birth of the Demon Lord and their blood ties, they could run rampant without restraint. However, now that they are killing each other, their elites have been lost and their numbers have been reduced sharply. On the other hand, the Immortal Sect has not only not lost its main force, but its morale is soaring because of the rekindled hope. With the tides of war rising and falling, how will the battle turn out?

Even worse, some, like Min Xiao, had already glimpsed a chance to survive and fled in the chaos, seeking only to preserve their lives in this turbulent world—after being imprisoned in the abyss for a hundred years, they finally gained freedom and had not yet enjoyed glory; how could they be willing to die and perish like this? As long as they had their lives, where could they not be carefree? Once the thought of surviving arose, their fighting spirit crumbled like an avalanche.

Within Shi Yubai's enormous, twisted demonic body, two torn wills were still vying fiercely, devouring each other, emitting a soul-rending scream.

His form changed drastically again, but it was not a condensation and ascent of power. Instead, it was as if his skin, which was on the verge of its limit, was forcibly filled and swollen. Uncontrolled dark demonic light burst out from the gaps in his scales. His body bulged and collapsed irregularly, as if it would explode completely in the next moment, pouring out all the accumulated filth and resentment into this world!

"I shouldn't have lost! I won't lose!" His roar was indistinguishable from the madness of his original self, the fury of another self, or a mixture of both, a final lament of unwilling annihilation. "What common people?! What leader of the righteous path?! Vanity! All vanity! Then... you shall all perish with him!"

At his wit's end, Shi Yubai had no more scruples and was about to trigger the source of the demonic core, committing a self-destructive act that would burn everything! The demonic energy within his body surged and churned like a boiling cauldron, emitting a terrifying and extremely unstable destructive wave. The surrounding space twisted and collapsed, like a greedy maw about to devour everything.

His hatred was now burning like a poisonous flame, so intense that it overwhelmed his fear of annihilation.

Those remaining compound eyes were fixed on that figure high in the sky—Lu Wensheng, whose body shone with the radiant light of his vows, as bright as the midday sun, draped over the galaxy of stars gathered from the beliefs of all living beings, solemn and compassionate, like a deity descending to earth.

The more sacred this radiance, the more it pierces His filthy and demonic soul, reflecting all His wretchedness and misery.

Why? Why can Lu Wensheng so easily gain the admiration of the people and gather the will of the masses? Why can he have such a smooth path, as if the heavens favor him alone, trampling all the scheming and difficult choices under his feet, appearing so upright and virtuous?

And yet, after years of forbearance, betraying everyone, devouring his own kind, and sacrificing everything, he still ends up in such a state! Is the pursuit of power and the desire to reach the pinnacle a sin? Does it mean he deserves to be condemned by everyone and cast into an abyss of eternal damnation by this so-called "righteous path"?

Why should he always be so upright and virtuous, as if all the darkness and gloom in the world have nothing to do with him? Why should some people be born as if they are destined to walk on a smooth road, emphasizing that ridiculous sense of honor and dignity?!

No! Absolutely not! Even if my body turns to ashes and my soul is scattered, I will never allow Lu Wensheng to carry this magnificent divine power and embark on that heavenly path that I have sought but could not obtain! I would rather drag this entire mortal world down with me and into eternal night than grant him his supreme glory!

The cold will of the Demon Lord, hidden deep within his consciousness, was still sternly rebuking his foolishness, but Shi Yubai's true self, completely devoured by jealousy and resentment, could no longer hear any advice, leaving only the mad obsession to perish with the enemy!

Lu Wensheng lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes reflecting a sorrow and desolation that mirrored the vast landscape and the myriad aspects of life.

His gaze swept over the demonic body below, twisted and swollen with madness, on the verge of self-destruction, without surprise, anger, sorrow, or joy, as if looking down at a grain of sand rolling in a torrent, calmly observing its final fate.

It's also like a condescending, ultimate observation of the stubborn and unyielding, like watching a trapped beast stuck in the mud, still baring its teeth and claws, all its struggles are in vain.

Lu Wensheng stands atop the mountain, but in reality, he stands atop the belief of countless living beings; he holds the divine sword, but in reality, he grasps the sharp edge of the will of all living beings.

It is not the aloof swordsman who insists on slaying demons, but a bridge, a vessel, and an opportunity to connect the heavens and the human world.

The true source of strength is the yearning for favorable weather in the cloudy eyes of farmers standing tall in the fields, the longing for a peaceful world in the clear voices of children reciting their lessons in the school, the attachment to a tranquil life in every wisp of smoke rising from the city streets, and the cry of "I will die without regret" from comrades on the battlefield as they forge a defensive line with their flesh and blood.

It is the will to live that has not been extinguished in the face of dire circumstances by hundreds of millions of living beings on this vast land!

At this moment, it wasn't that Lu Wensheng wanted to kill Shi Yubai, but rather that the masses of people, the human world suffering from the ravages of demonic calamity, could not tolerate this scoundrel!

His arm rose not by his own strength, but by being carried and guided by the vast torrent of willpower.

The "Radiant Silence" divine sword, forged from the blood, tears, and prayers of the common people, finally reveals its unparalleled sharpness.

The divine sword emitted an unprecedentedly clear and melodious cry, its blade shimmering with light, no longer restrained, but bursting forth with a majestic and righteous aura like the rising sun and the bright moon in the sky!

Its light was so bright that it could not be looked at directly, as if the blazing sun of the heavens had descended to earth, or as if the ancient Milky Way had been hung upside down.

A dazzling divine light poured down, cleansing away the filth. Though the mortals could not see its full form, they could clearly hear, from the high heavens, that clear and melodious voice, as deep and resonant as a mountain, resound once more, piercing the clouds and echoing across every inch of the land...

He said, "When this journey of life is over, the gate of life must be opened for me!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the sword was already drawn!

The divine sword "Huangji" emitted a long, resounding cry that pierced the heavens and earth, its blade bursting forth with unparalleled, blazing light.

The sword light was like a waterfall cascading down the Milky Way, like a surging wave crashing against the shore, its chilling sword energy sweeping across the heavens and stirring up the winds and clouds.

The howling wind seemed to carry the stench of war from the mortal world, and also seemed to faintly echo the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses.

On the tip of the ancient sword, a cold glint shone like a solitary moon, aloof and detached from the world.

The brilliant, clear light flowing across the entire sword resembles a mighty river surging ceaselessly, resolutely heading towards the direction indicated by the bright moon—the place of light, the place of hope.

The sun's brilliance cannot be looked at for long. With the eyes of mortals, it seems as if one sees a celestial being banished from heaven, with divine appearance and divine figure, wielding punishment and judging good and evil.

This sword strike was wielded by the common people.

Amidst the blazing sword light, a scene of humanity upside down is faintly reflected—a landscape of crisscrossing paths, bustling city walls, scholarly academies, and battlefields stained with blood… The lights of countless homes, the joys and sorrows of life, are all contained within.

That is the manifestation of faith, the condensation of the mental images of all beings.

When the sword is drawn, the world falls silent.

The sword blade, gleaming with a chilling light, and the endless scattering of light and shadow, each piece seemed to be the essence of mortal frost, carrying the resolute determination to cleanse the universe and purify the world, slowly and firmly pressing down on the swollen and about-to-burst body of the Demon Lord.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, only the ultimate clash and annihilation of light and darkness.

Wherever the sword light reached, the thick, tangible chaotic demonic energy, churning with countless painful faces and venomous howls, melted and purified rapidly, turning into wisps of green smoke, just as ice and snow met the blazing sun, emitting incessant hissing cries.

The hideous ghost faces and twisted tentacles that attempted to retaliate from the demonic energy vanished like bubbles the moment they touched the sword light. The filthy and dark origins within them were fundamentally dismantled and dispelled by the righteous energy originating from all living beings.

Shi Yubai's swollen demonic body, illuminated by the pure sword light, was like snowflakes thrown into a furnace. Its scales and bone spikes crumbled first, and then the chaotic demonic energy and remnant soul inside emitted a final, unwilling scream, but ultimately could not withstand the strongest prayers of all living beings in this world.

The devastating shockwave from the self-destruction had not yet fully spread when it was completely submerged and smoothed out by the even more powerful sword light.

One sword opens the gates of heaven, one sword reveals the dawn.

The gloom has dissipated, and the filth has been cleansed.

Behind Lu Wensheng, a blazing sun leaped out of the sea of ​​clouds, its crimson glow filling the sky and its red light shining everywhere. Thousands of golden rays pierced through the remaining gray like sharp swords, gilding the wounded mountains and rivers with a golden edge and dyeing the world a magnificent crimson color.

A silver gleam emerges from its sheath, shattering countless blades; withered reeds across the fields are dyed red by the sun.

The darkness of the abyss has vanished, and dawn dispels all suffering.

This sword is named "Cang Sheng" (meaning "All Living Beings").

The people cried out, and from that moment on, a god descended.

But He is not a vague and ethereal deity from the heavens, but an immortal spirit originating from the mundane world, embodying the will of all living beings, manifesting His form in this time of crisis, wielding His sword to defend the righteous path—

Every bite and sip is predetermined; one is killed by the common people, and one dies by the common people.

Shi Yubai used the evil thoughts and flesh and blood of all living beings as resources to achieve the position of Demon Lord, but in the end he also died under the divine sword formed by the power of the wishes of all living beings. Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable.

With a flick of the wrist, he deflected a thousand pounds of weight, sweeping away the enemy's flames in an instant.

All I want is the supreme favor bestowed by destiny.

We must plan for the decisive east wind that will be favored by Heaven.

The longsword clanged as it traversed heaven and earth; with unyielding spirit, it wielded its blade to sever destiny.

I invited countless immortals and mortals, but they granted me a sword to cross over into the mortal realm.