Chapter 391: Eradicating the Abyssal Demon

The Abyssal Demon Sword started to hum intensely!

Following the Demon God Lamp and the Purple Demon Eye, the former artifact of the Demon Sword Sect now revealed its terrifying power.

Master, I can seize the Demon God Lamp's six mysterious realms!

The Abyssal Demon's many consciousnesses were filled with excitement.

Wield the sword as you please. I'll pull out those six mysterious realms with my power.

No matter how broken those realms become, I can always restore them inside the sword.

With those six mysterious realms, the power of this sword will soar and become a potent weapon in your future battles!

The Abyssal Demon's shouts echoed within the sword, and the sword's hum grew ever sharper.

"Alright." Pang Jian silently channeled his strength into the sword.

Whoosh!

Sword light shot toward Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect, unfurling into an ethereal starry river.

Sword intent transformed into radiant suns and moons, erupting volcanoes, and thunderous lightning and flowed along the river of sword light.

The river of sword light abruptly halted as the Abyssal Demon's power erupted.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The river of sword light started to draw in the six collapsed mysterious realms before they could disappear.

After condensing into six tiny black specks, they fell into the river of sword light.

"My Demon God Lamp!" Hong Qiming's divine soul screamed atop the oil lamp's wick.

The flame of the oil lamp's wick went out as the six mysterious realms were forcefully pulled into the Abyssal Demon Sword.

Hong Qiming's divine soul immediately weakened, and in desperation, he established a connection with his physical body and used a secret technique.

Whoosh!

Hong Qiming's physical body, still sitting cross-legged, appeared beside the oil lamp.

Gripping the oil lamp, he poured his power into the wick, causing his divine soul to grow as he shouted, "Magnetic Demonic Resonance!"

The black specks, each the size of a grain of rice, resonated strongly with the wick of the Demon God Lamp.

Hong Qiming's lingering will was being purged from the six black specks under the combined forces of Pang Jian and the Abyssal Demon.

However, the arrival of Hong Qiming's physical body and his desperate struggle for control caused the six mysterious realms to stir once more.

"Senior Brother Hong!" Wu Yuan called sharply.

Hong Qiming glanced over and saw the purple demonic light flaring from the Purple Demon Eye.

A wave of dizziness hit Hong Qiming. Spitting out blood, he roared, "Wu Yuan, you conspired with a Sword Pavilion disciple to turn on your own! You'll meet a terrible end!"

"You attacked your fellow cultivators in pursuit of fame and fortune. It's you who deserve death," Wu Yuan replied coldly.

At the same time, the Abyssal Demon's demonic wills within the black sword started their instigations once again.

Wu Yuan, you're the rightful heir of the Demon Sect and the wielder of the Purple Demon Eye. It's only right for the Abyssal Demon Sword and the Demon God Lamp to belong to you.

The oil lamp's wick and the sword can be integrated into the Purple Demon Eye. Seize this chance to kill Pang Jian and take the sword for yourself!

a voice whispered in Wu Yuan's mind.

He paused. Then, dismissing it as the Great Demon God He Motian's attempt to tempt him, held firm.

Meanwhile, dark thoughts similarly surfaced in Hong Qiming's mind.

I am the soul of the Abyssal Demon Sword. I truly dislike being wielded against members of the Demon Sect, but I have no choice as the sword is in the hands of others.

Hong Qiming, as long as you're willing to wield this sword, I'll serve you and help you kill that Sword Pavilion brat!

The Demon God Lamp is no match for the Purple Demon Eye, but you can easily overpower Wu Yuan with the Abyssal Demon Sword!

the Abyssal Demon persuaded.

The Abyssal Demon cunningly expressed loyalty to Pang Jian while simultaneously tempting Wu Yuan and Hong Qiming, quietly trying to manipulate all three.

I'm willing to wield the sword!

cried the desperate Hong Qiming.

Under the guidance of the Abyssal Demon, he withdrew his divine soul into his sea of consciousness, grabbed the extinguished oil lamp, and leaped into the stagnant river of sword light.

Clusters of demonic clouds, light, and flames fell into the oil lamp's wick.

A small demonic shadow appeared where Hong Qiming's divine soul once was in the lamp, and the extinguished wick ignited once more!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The six black specks in the river of sword light once again expanded into mysterious realms, but this time, under the control of the Abyssal Demon.

The Abyssal Demon laughed menacingly as the six mysterious realms swelled, bursting the river of sword light apart.

Boom!

When the river of sword light exploded, Pang Jian, as the sword wielder, suffered an immediate backlash.

The explosive power struck Pang Jian with the terrifying force of the six mysterious realms.

Six strange lights appeared on his chest as he bled profusely and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

The Abyssal Demon Sword slipped from his grasp.

"Abyssal Demon!" Pang Jian roared.

The Abyssal Demon had once again schemed in secret. It seized an opportunity to strike a deal with Hong Qiming and deal Pang Jian severe damage through Hong Qiming.

"The Abyssal Demon Sword!" Hong Qiming laughed wildly. "Hahaha! I had no idea this sword was so fearsome; I underestimated the Demon Sword Sect and Mo Nan!

"With this sword, I finally have a divine artifact!"

As he gripped the Abyssal Demon Sword, the blood vessels in his arm, the meridians in his palm, and the bulging veins on his forehead twisted and bulged.

His entire network of veins seemed to fuse with the hilt of the Abyssal Demon Sword to form demonic veins.

"I—" When Hong Qiming tried to speak, he became dazed and his expression turned blank.

Seconds later, "Hong Qiming" took a deep breath, eyes glinting with an eerie demonic light as he addressed the injured Pang Jian, "My dear master, your divine soul is incredibly resilient. It's nearly impossible to erode and doesn't have a single point of weakness.

"Even my creator Mo Nan didn't possess such an indomitable divine soul. Heh, but this so-called rising star of the Demon Sect, on the other hand, was all too easy to corrupt."

The Abyssal Demon had inhabited Hong Qiming's body, with one hand gripping the Abyssal Demon Sword, and the other holding the Demon God Lamp.

"He Motian!" He grinned sinisterly at Wu Yuan's Purple Demon Eye and said smugly, "I came to the Abyss seeking this divine image of you.

"I manipulated Mo Nan, helping him ascend to godhood, hoping to refine the Purple Demon Eye and your divine image, but I ultimately failed!

"After all these years, I'm finally free from the Sword Pavilion!

"And as for you..." Laughing maniacally, "Hong Qiming" charged at Wu Yuan with the Abyssal Demon Sword.

A pitch-black sword light flashed as though manifesting a dark realm.

"Pang Jian, you banished me to that endless darkness. In my despair, I grasped the truths of darkness. Watch as I demonstrate that darkness before you."

Endless darkness engulfed Wu Yuan.

The Purple Demon Eye emitted radiant light as demonic light and sword light clashed, causing the darkness to flash purple and black.

"The lesser demons in the Demon God Lamp may fear He Motian, but I don't!"

The Abyssal Demon's piercing scream resounded from within the sea of black and purple light.

As Pang Jian gritted his teeth and forced himself back to his feet, "Hong Qiming" casually tossed aside the oil lamp.

Boom!

The flame within the oil lamp flickered and the six restored mysterious realms appeared.

The six mysterious realms were filled with far more eerie and profound mysteries under the Abyssal Demon's control, far surpassing anything Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect could achieve.

A suction pulled from within the six vortex-like mysterious realms, targeting Pang Jian's dantian and spiritual sea, attempting to absorb the sun, moon, stars, ice pool, Thunder Pool, and fiery pool within.

"With these six mysterious realms, I will extract the secrets held within your dantian and spiritual sea!"

The six mysterious realms rumbled as they turned.

Although severely injured, Pang Jian's thoughts were strikingly clear.

Massive waves churned in his spiritual sea. The sun, moons, and stars were about to be pried from his dantian.

“Freeze!” Pang Jian unleashed the cold energy within the Heart of Winter.

A dense white mist flowed out from the Heart of Winter, encasing each of the stars, the sun, and two moons—one full, one crescent—in its frosty shroud.

The icy mist had sealed the sun, moons, and stars within enormous blocks of ice.

It also blanketed Pang Jian's vast spiritual sea like an unimaginably large veil of frost, solidifying Pang Jian's spiritual power into ice.

"Come forth!" the Abyssal Demon commanded as it channeled more power into the oil lamp.

The skin of Hong Qiming's body split open as it could not bear the Abyssal Demon's power. Blood flowed from every wound, giving him a terrifying appearance.

"Even just one will do!" the Abyssal Demon cried.

The power of the six mysterious realms grew stronger as they locked onto one particularly violent object in Pang Jian's spiritual sea.

One of the pools Pang Jian had deliberately left unguarded drifted out from his spiritual sea.

Though seemingly innocuous, the moment it fell into the mysterious realms, the Lightning Dao Seals on the Thunder Pool's walls came alive.

Bursts of violent lightning carry the profound mysteries of the First Thunder God obliterated the interconnected six mysterious realms.

The Abyssal Demon's demonic wills within Hong Qiming were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and with them, Hong Qiming's divine soul and sea of consciousness.

Boom!

Hong Qiming crumpled to the ground, and the Abyssal Demon Sword slipped out of his grasp to fall beside him.

Beside them lay a pool enveloped in swirling lightning.

As they were deep within the bizarre mist and not directly in the Abyss, the ancient Thunder Dragon slumbering in the Dragon Lair Sect remained unaware of the Thunder Pool's appearance.

"Abyssal Demon."

Pang Jian flew over and picked up the sword with great effort.

Flooding it with his divine sense, he purged the demonic light, clouds, and flames within, completely eradicating the demonic wills within.

The chaotic demonic voices fell silent and the Abyssal Demon Sword lost its luster.