eurekapd Chapter 585: The Secret of Yagi no Taikun
Chapter 585: The Secret of Yagi no Taikun
He still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that the other party was only demanding compensation, abolishing his cultivation technique, and confiscating his wealth. He never imagined that today would be a dead end where everyone would be wiped out.
Chen Yao smiled coldly, looking down at all the sinners present. Her words were firm and resounding as she exposed the sins of a thousand years: "The Shinto sect has been entrenched in Japan for a thousand years, abandoning the righteous path to practice evil arts, raising the eight-headed serpent to harm the common people, nourishing evil spirits with the blood and flesh of thousands of living beings, plundering the people's wealth to expand their private sect, and condoning their disciples to run rampant and bully the weak. Every single one of their crimes is too numerous to count."
"Yesterday, my siblings and I slew the monstrous serpent that plagued the world. You elders, unrepentant and courting death, dared to attempt to take the lives of your juniors with you. A thousand years of evil, a hundred years of blood debt—today, all will be repaid!"
The moment the words fell, the faces of all the deities present turned deathly pale, their pupils contracted sharply, and endless despair swept over the entire scene.
"Baka! Don't go too far!"
The most senior and most powerful elder went completely mad. He suddenly raised his head, his beard and hair stood on end, and a surge of dark, malevolent energy erupted from his body.
The billowing black mist carried endless stench and evil energy, and countless eight-headed serpent shadows writhed and twisted ferociously within it, unleashing the full power of a century of Yin energy.
"How can we allow juniors to destroy the millennia-old heritage of our Shinto sect! Fellow practitioners, form the Eight-Headed Heaven-Devouring Formation and fight to the death!"
This veteran elder was a master of array formations in the Shinto sect. He had devoted his life to cultivating the Eight-Headed Serpent Qi and mastered the sect's strongest killing array. In a fit of rage, he directly detonated his life's cultivation and activated a forbidden technique.
In an instant, the eighteen Supreme Elders rose at the same time, burning all their cultivation essence and blood. Their bodies were filled with evil energy, and eighteen black mist dragons intertwined and condensed into a giant snake demon phantom that was a hundred feet tall with eight heads and eight tails.
Its eyes were crimson, its fangs were ferocious, its malevolent aura soared to the sky, and a cold wind howled. The entire sky darkened instantly, and a suffocating aura of destruction enveloped all directions.
More than 300 mid-level core members followed closely behind, forming twelve auxiliary killing formations that overlapped layer upon layer, locking the sky and trapping the earth, completely sealing off all escape routes in the entire square.
"Kill! Annihilate these brats, protect my cult..."
The roars and howls shook the heavens and the earth; the final madness of the thousand-year-old evil sect erupted completely.
The phantom of the hundred-foot-long, eight-headed serpent opened its blood-red maw, carrying a world-destroying aura and a deadly poison that could corrode everything, and fiercely devoured Chen Yao and her companions.
The heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers lost their color.
The remaining disciples at the bottom were already paralyzed with fear, trembling on the ground, unable to bear looking at this horrific scene.
Faced with a deadly formation capable of tearing apart mountains and destroying cities, Chen Yao and his four brothers remained calm and composed, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"Fancy and unorthodox methods."
Chen Yao spoke calmly, turning to the side and waving her hand: "Make this quick and clean."
"receive!"
Four youthful figures burst forth instantly.
The four brothers split into four directions, and pure golden spiritual energy soared into the sky, instantly breaking through the black mist and purifying the evil spirits everywhere.
Their cultivation levels have long surpassed the limitations of Earth, reaching the level of interstellar powerhouses. In their eyes, these evil cultivators at the peak of Foundation Establishment and the millennium-old evil formations are nothing more than ants reveling and mayflies trying to shake a tree.
Chen Huling made the first move, raising his hand and grasping in mid-air.
Boom...
A gigantic golden hand, ten thousand feet long, materialized out of thin air, suppressing the heavens and slamming down with absolute power and laws.
The phantom of the hundred-foot-long eight-headed serpent did not even last a second before it shattered inch by inch, the black mist dissipated, and the baleful aura dissolved.
The eighteen Supreme Elders who had formed the grand formation were instantly struck by its backlash, their meridians bursting and spitting out mouthfuls of black blood...
"Impossible, this is the most powerful formation in our religion for thousands of years."
The veteran elder stared in disbelief, screaming in terror.
"This is a trash formation, yet you dare to show it off."
Chen Huxi took a light step, and his spiritual energy instantly pierced through the void. Five golden spiritual energy blades locked onto the five elders and slashed past them in an instant.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."
The five supreme elders who had dominated Japan for a century were directly cut into pieces by the sharp blades of spiritual energy, turning into a sky full of blood mist and completely annihilated.
The other four brothers attacked simultaneously, their methods swift and decisive, overwhelming the entire field.
With a flick of the fingertip, a powerful evil cultivator explodes and dies; with a sweep of the palm, all array cultivators are crippled.
Sold out instantly!
It was a one-sided, crushing victory from start to finish.
There was no resistance, no comeback, no stalemate.
Those self-proclaimed top experts, the elders of the divine path, and the core members of the sects who held sway over their respective regions, were utterly vulnerable in the face of the five brothers' pure and domineering power.
In just a few dozen breaths.
All eighteen Supreme Elders were instantly killed and annihilated.
More than 300 mid-level core members were completely crushed and annihilated.
The plaza was shrouded in blood mist, a scene of utter devastation. The top combat power of the millennium-old Shinto sect had been completely wiped out.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence, with only the howling of the wind remaining.
The surviving lower-ranking disciples were so terrified that they collapsed to the ground, trembling and barely daring to breathe.
In the center of the square, only one lonely figure remained—the leader of the Shinto cult, Orochi Daikun.
His body stiffened, cold sweat soaked through his robes. Looking at the blood mist on the ground and the annihilated sect leaders, his mind went completely blank and his spirit collapsed.
A thousand years of history, a hundred years of planning, countless masters, a deadly formation, all wiped out in a single move.
The strength of these five teenagers is simply beyond the capabilities of any living being on Earth.
He finally understood that he had not provoked an ordinary cultivator, but a god-like being who had descended to earth.
"No...impossible...my cult...my millennia-old foundation..."
Yagi Daikun muttered to himself, his eyes filled with madness and despair, on the verge of collapse.
He led Shintoism for decades, painstakingly building his power, accumulating wealth, developing global industries, and raising demonic snakes and evil spirits. He endured and lay low for a century, all for the sake of rising up one day to dominate Japan and conquer the world.
Today, everything is destroyed in a single day.
All the hard work, all the resources, all the power—all were wiped out!
Utterly and completely destitute.
"It's your turn."
Chen Yao stepped forward slowly, her cold gaze fixed on the on the verge of collapse, her voice devoid of any warmth.
"You have raised demonic snakes, controlled evil sects, condoned slaughter, and wreaked havoc on the world; your sins are immeasurable. Today, you shall pay your debt!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yao raised her hand and pointed.
A beam of pure white spiritual energy, extremely refined, burst forth instantly at incredible speed, shooting straight towards Orochi Daikun's brow.
This single finger strike is enough to instantly annihilate all Earth cultivators and annihilate all evil sect leaders.
Seeing the spiritual energy killing move that arrived in an instant, and feeling the despair of death coming completely, the eyes of the near-mad Orochi Daikun suddenly burst out with extreme ruthlessness and unwillingness.
"I'm not reconciled!!"
"I have led the sect for a thousand years and endured a hundred years of hardship; how can I die at the hands of a junior!"
"I won't lose! Absolutely not!"
In the face of utter despair, Yamata no Taikun suddenly raised his head and roared, chanting obscure and strange ancient incantations that did not belong to Earth.
The incantation was hoarse, low, bizarre, and twisted, unlike human language, carrying a strong sense of interstellar alienity.
hum...
His chest suddenly glowed, and a black token, hidden for decades and engraved with alien patterns, burst forth from his body.