Chapter 1815: Do You Like My Pleasant Surprise?

“Die! You must die! You are dead!”

The Endless Lord of Plagues roared again and again.

“My apologies, but you won’t live long enough to see my death,” Ye Qing said with a trace of coldness in his voice.

Before his voice faded, the Earthly Sovereign Bell stuck inside the Endless Lord of Plagues’ heart abruptly shook, and a beam of bluish green light burst out of its thick, ancient wall. The beam seemed to be overflowing with life.

A cyan lotus slowly descended amidst the bluish green light. Pure and limpid, it looked like a masterpiece carved out of the highest quality jade. Every petal was glowing with intoxicating luster.

At the same time, impossibly rich Yi wood vitality spread out of the cyan lotus like a physical object and filled up the rotten space in an instant.

It was like the return of spring, and the rejuvenation of all life. Everything touched by the vitality was brimming with life.

The earth that had been fully eroded by the power of plagues began exuding new life. The smelly air permeating the underground space was replaced by refreshing, clear air.

The arms created out of flesh, blood, and plagues and pinning down the Earthly Sovereign Bell melted like snow under the green light of Yi Wood and dissolved into nothing.

Even disgusting rotten flesh and pus infesting the heart were being rapidly purified by the illumination.

The purification was different from brute force destruction. After all, brute force destruction left traces behind. The purification utterly purified the power of plagues and dissolved it into nothing, however.

Miraculously, green grass began growing out of the rotten soil. Tiny flowers also bloomed where the streams of life flowed. What was once a space of death and desolation was now a space of hope and life.

“What... what is this?”

The Endless Lord of Plagues’ delighted, arrogant laugh came to an abrupt stop as it stared at the vigorous lotus with shock and disbelief. Panic and unease filled his voice as it stammered, “Where... where did you get such a thing?”

It could hardly believe that such a pure and powerful life force could exist in this space of death and decay. It practically went against everything he knew.

“It’s called the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus. I’ve specifically prepared this pleasant surprise for you!”

The corners of Ye Qing’s lips curled up into a sardonic smirk. “So, Endless Lord of Plagues... do you like my gift?”

“Pleasant surprise?!”

The Endless Lord of Plagues erupted with anger, disgust... and fear.

The next moment, even greater and more intense floods of rotten flesh and pus burst out toward the newborn flora and the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus suspended in the air like flood from a broken dam. It tried to corrupt, erode, and utterly destroy the cyan lotus with the power of plagues.

However, the vitality unleashed by the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus was vast, rich, and endless like the ocean. No matter how hard the power of plagues surged, it could not threaten the lotus in the slightest, not to mention that the Earthly Sovereign Bell was boosting it as well.

Firmly rooted in the air, the cyan lotus rapidly melted the rotten flesh and pus into nothing as soon as they made contact with its light. They could not even make contact with the lotus as if it was the bane of their existence.

Seeing that its usual tactics weren’t effective, the Endless Lord of Plagues grew even crazier and roared again and again. The ocean of flesh and blood in the underground churned madly, and the sticky goo roared disturbingly. What looked like countless massive and blood red pythons began swarming toward the Endless Lord of Plagues’ heart.

The Endless Lord of Plagues was going to gather all of its strength. It was going to destroy the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus no matter the cost.

It was because it sensed the true threat of death from the cyan lotus.

It didn’t want to die, so it must destroy the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus!

“Have you forgotten something? I’m still here!”

Right before the flood of flesh and blood would engulf the Primal Origin Cyan Lotus, Ye Qing’s ridiculing voice rang once more.

Before his voice faded, Ye Qing abruptly disappeared and reappeared in front of the flood of flesh and blood like a phantom. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and channeled a vortex of fist intent and force at the tip of his fist.

BOOM—!

Then, he mercilessly threw out a punch and struck the incoming flood squarely at the center.

There was a deafening, earthshaking boom as the entire underground world shook violently.

Rampaging power spilled everywhere like flood from a broken dam and repelled the ferocious flood of flesh and blood. Not only that, it blew a giant hole at the center of the sea of flesh.

Rotten flesh and blood spilled everywhere, and the disgusting stench in the air grew thicker. At the same time, the Endless Lord of Plagues’ bloody screams pierced the ears.

“Get out of my way! Get away!”

In response, the Endless Lord of Plagues grew madder and recreated the sea of flesh.

At the same time, the sea of flesh and dirty aura created many terrifying flesh-and-blood demon gods.

Each demon god looked different. Some were humanoid, and some looked animalistic. However, they were all covered in rotten wounds, dirty pus, and disgusting stench. Their footsteps were heavy as they rushed toward Ye Qing.

“I have come to help you, Joyless!”

It was at this moment the Chief Libationist’s voice erupted like a celestial gong. It instantly dispelled the suffocating air of filth in the area.

At the same time, a beam of righteous qi pierced through the ceiling like the light of dawn and dispelled the infinite darkness and gloom.

Slowly, the Chief Libationist appeared together with his sagely image. Towering and vast, the image wearing a solemn and merciful expression unleashed a waterfall of righteous qi that intercepted and blocked the incoming rush of flesh and blood via sheer force.

“Hahaha! Don’t forget me!”

The Old Heavenly Master’s thunderous voice followed right after, and the old man appeared with billowing purple sleeves and howling Purple Firmament Divine Lightning. Countless purple gold divine dragons surrounded him like rings and illuminated the dark, gloomy underground space.

As he descended, countless purple bolts struck the sea of flesh and blood like a divine being had accidentally tipped over a lightning pool. They blasted the sea of flesh and pus to shreds and burned the remnants to ash.

Not a moment too soon, a pentachromatic cloud embracing an ethereal, beautiful woman set foot on the battlefield. It was Feng Qingyou.

Ten thousand hues and one thousand rainbows shone inside the auspicious cloud. The pure energies of the Supreme Primal Origin Celebratory Cloud looked small, light, and gentle, but they could really dissolve anything and everything. Wherever the streams went, the walls of flesh and blood were dissolved into nothingness.

Haotian Hong, Xuanyuan Wang, the Dragon Subjugating Zen Master and more also descended next to Ye Qing and blocked the incoming sea of flesh and blood for him.

The pressure on Ye Qing decreased dramatically with their timely and assuring assistance.

No matter how loud the Endless Lord of Plagues roared, neither the flesh-and-blood demon gods nor the sea of flesh were able to get an inch closer to the young man. It was as if an invisible and impervious barrier was firmly standing in its way.