C853 The Heavens Opened a Mouth

"The Ten Thousand Evils Formation!"

The cultivators of Evil Town, including Chiu Muge and Lu Geng, along with the Devil Envoys from the Devil Palace, all had their expressions shift dramatically.

The Fiend Sect's protective formation was recognized as a Sixth Level construct, on par with the "Heaven Sealing Soul Transformation Formation" before its advancement.

Such a Sixth Level Formation could confine and suppress practitioners below the Unrestrained Stage or great demons beneath the Ninth Level, making it nearly impossible for intruders to escape.

Attempting to shatter the formation would spell death or severe injury for those at the Yang God Stage or Soul Wandering Stage.

And this was without the presence of the formation's controller.

Yun Hao, as the leader of the Fiend Sect and the rightful holder of the Evil Bead, was a late-stage Unrestrained practitioner who had attuned himself with the Dao of this realm.

With him present, the Ten Thousand Evils Formation's might extended beyond the constraints of the Yang God.

Here, the formation served as a mere extension of his will; he was the true power!

Beneath the mountains, the spirit veins, towering peaks, valley streams, deep pools, and all creatures seemed to resonate with Yun Hao, echoing his call in celebration.

Arrayed in the sky were divine soldiers and generals, forged from a myriad of artifacts, divine rainbows, and lightning, all mingling with demonic spirits and evil entities, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Yu Yuan looked up to see what appeared to be an ethereal ancient palace of the gods floating above an endless sea of clouds.

From within, divine soldiers clad in gold and silver celestial armor descended in an orderly procession, each with a rank of their own.

An overwhelming presence, capable of pulverizing mountains and rivers, bore down upon them.

Boom!

Yu Yuan sensed the space around Evil Town solidify as if infused with molten gold and silver, transforming into impenetrable walls of precious metals.

Such a space, even with Yan Qiling's extraordinary mystical methods, would likely prove indestructible.

"Yu Yuan, alongside this individual, the connection to the Divine Soul Sect is undeniable," declared Yun Hao with unwavering certainty, his hand outstretched towards Yan Qiling as he invoked, "Power of the Divine Evil!"

One by one, shafts of light brimming with infinite enigma emerged from the depths of the cloud sea.

Beams of light, whether they were transcendent evil path experts, venerable sages of the Qian Xuan tradition, or emperors of the empire, had all been resurrected by the Fiend Sect, transforming into divine weapons descending from the heavens. The power carried by these myriad beams of light evolved into various profound forces, echoing with the thunderous laws of the Dao.

"Ugh!"

Above Yu Yuan's head, the Evil Cauldron immediately unleashed a purer, more concentrated light shield, safeguarding his position.

To his eyes, Yun Hao of the Fiend Sect had become the sole deity of this realm, his words manifesting fate, instantly sealing Yan Qiling's doom.

The Great Dao unified, his edicts as irrevocable as divine retribution.

Yun Hao's diminutive, burly silhouette seemed to swell, his presence enveloping every corner, merging with the mountains. His thoughts and soul force intertwined with the verdant ancient trees and the spiritual essence of the earth's veins below.

"The Unrestrained Stage, the Dao Integration Stage, it terrifies me."

Yan Qiling's light laughter broke the silence. Abruptly, above his head, a nascent, peculiar little world unfurled.

A world of stark black and white, void and desolate, as chilling as the distant Outland Star River.

At its core, suspended was an ancient black character of unimaginable magnitude—Extreme.

Like a colossal, ink-black sun!

This character, Extreme, occupied a third of the heavens, radiating a power that trembled the soul.

"Extreme!"

Yu Yuan's complexion drained of color in shock.

That very word, Extreme, was among the quartet of ancient black characters that loomed within the Space Oddity beneath the Soul Transformation Pool.

"Extreme will bring harm!"

Yan Qiling appeared to have mastered the word, integrating it seamlessly into his own microcosm, making it part of his soul, his Dao Spell, and the enigmatic space.

"Come forth."

With Yan Qiling's scoff, the immense character, Extreme, burst forth from the microcosm above his head, ascending into the skies of Evil Town.

It breached into the tangible, external world.

The strokes of Extreme deconstructed into their most basic lines—horizontal, vertical, and diagonal—each revealing the word's ultimate essence.

Rip! Rip! Rip!

The space, forged by Yun Hao's Ten Thousand Evil Array from molten gold and iron, was shredded as if by a tailor's keen scissors, cut to tatters.

An unsettling sensation surged through everyone's hearts.

In Evil Town, numerous cultivators at the Profound Break Stage and Penetrating Stage collapsed in agony, clutching their chests and bleeding eyes, as they let out pained whimpers.

Chi Nandou, too, spat blood, his head pressed to the ground, refusing to gaze upon the bizarre spectacle above or to perceive it with his Yin God.

Yu Yuan, observing the sky's oddity, felt a profound discomfort in both his chest and soul. It was only after he mentally commanded, "Open your Wisdom Eye," that the alien force assailing his body and spirit was purged.

"When gods clash, mortals suffer."

A realization dawned on Yu Yuan. He instantly grasped that Yun Hao, a powerhouse of his caliber, had his spatial restraints shattered by Yan Qiling's enigmatic secret arts, subjecting everyone in Evil Town to the rule-warping aftershocks of their titanic struggle.

Many residents of Evil Town were kin to the Fiend Sect's mighty, with meager cultivation levels.

How could they endure such a turbulent surge of energy?

"Has Yan Qiling become so formidable?"

The next instant, he couldn't resist glancing at the striking man, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

Yan Qiling, once an artifact soul, had been a soul spirit. His former master was the one entombed in the bronze coffin. Upon gaining his freedom, Yan Qiling's cultivation as a soul spirit advanced rapidly.

Particularly after his descent into the Space Oddity, inscribed with the ancient black characters "High Perception," his mastery of spatial techniques grew daily.

Yet, even so, it seemed inconceivable that he could have acquired the power to rival Yun Hao in such short order!

Yun Hao, in the late period of the Unrestrained Stage and within Evil Town—his Dao Integration Ground—what could possibly empower Yan Qiling to break Yun Hao's heavenly seals?

As bewilderment gripped him, a horsetail whisk flashed into existence from what appeared to be fractured space.

At the sight of the whisk, Yu Yuan's understanding crystallized.

Skilled in the spatial secret arts, and more adept than Yan Qiling, it was Zhou You who had freed himself from Sword Prison. Together, they had orchestrated a plan, breaking the cosmic shackles that bound them.

"Hehe!"

Zhou You's malicious chuckle echoed suddenly, emerging from the depths of the mountains that housed the Fiend Sect, heralding an extraordinary event.

It was as if the sky had been abruptly pierced, creating a gaping hole!

From this opening, a cascade of radiant light poured forth, spilling out like a waterfall. A host of fierce Heavenly Demons, menacing Earth Demons, and the alien warriors from the Outland Devaputra that Yu Yuan had previously encountered in the Crimson Desert descended in droves.

Their numbers were in the hundreds, if not thousands!

With such an influx of Heavenly Demons, ferocious Earth Demons, and Outland Devaputra warriors, what fate awaited the Fiend Sect's mountain stronghold?

"Zhou You!"

Yun Hao's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the sky split open and a staggering number of Outland Devaputra warriors flood in, his complexion turning deathly pale.

"By harnessing the power of the Ten Thousand Evil Formation and directing it at Evil Town, you've exposed a vulnerability in your own sect," Zhou You, hovering above the Evil Bead amidst the clouds, called out to Yu Yuan with a sly grin, as if to say hello. "Evil Town and those mountains are not one and the same."

"Now that we're back, we can't just keep skulking in the shadows. Having conquered the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, isn't it time this land that rightfully belongs to us was returned?" Yan Qiling's eyes twinkled as he spoke with a radiant smile. "The Evil Sect had ties with us, due to the previous sect leader's contact with the Divine Soul Sect beyond the heavens."

"Subsequently, the Evil Sect perished in a civil strife and suffered a crippling blow on the Heavenly Source Continent, which directly led to their downfall."

Yan Qiling's words were delivered with a nonchalant ease.

Yu Yuan, the current wielder of the Evil Cauldron, had a sudden epiphany: the demise of the Evil Sect was no mere accident, but rather a calculated outcome driven by the concerted efforts of the three upper sects, the Devil Palace, and the Demon Palace.

On the surface, the Evil Sect appeared to have been erased from the conflicts between good and evil on the Heavenly Source Continent and the Quietus Continent. In truth, it was their association with the Divine Soul Sect that sealed their fate.

"He's right."

Yu Yiyi, the cauldron soul, affirmed from within the cauldron.

"So that's the truth of it."

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