Tang Dynasty: Inherit the Evil Sword Immortal and destroy gods and demons with one thought!-Chapter 42 - If Heaven Defies Me, I, Chong Lou, Will Force Its Submission!
Chapter 42: If Heaven Defies Me, I, Chong Lou, Will Force Its Submission!
At Shu Mountain’s Zitan Peak, in the serene Jingxu Hall, clouds swirled, and tranquility reigned. This sacred site housed the Jingxu Moon Wheel, a treasure capable of tracking any being in the Six Realms by their true name—even a Demon Lord. The Five Elders arrived, resolute. Headmaster Qing Wei sighed, “Brothers, blessed by heaven and earth, we’ve forged our forms. Now, as calamity strikes, we must repay that grace. Facing the Demon Lord is perilous, our fates uncertain. If you have attachments, you may turn back.”
The four elders stood firm. “No need for words, Senior Brother. We’re ready to burn our bodies for the world’s sake!” Their voices rang as one, resolute, prepared for death. They intended to confront Chong Lou, the Demon Realm’s dread sovereign. It was a suicidal plunge into fire. Yet, none wavered. When the world suffered, Shu Mountain led.
At the Ninety-Ninth Heaven’s Crest, the Mortal Realm’s edge, chaotic five elements churned, thunderclouds roiled, and lightning lashed like serpent whips, exuding apocalyptic might. Mortals couldn’t survive here. Yet, the crest quaked.
Boom!
Chong Lou shattered the sky’s barrier, entering the maelstrom. His demonic aura erupted, blood-red tides flooding the heavens, scattering lightning and divine wrath. Gazing imperiously, he snorted, “Not here either? Good. If you were easily found, you’d not be worthy of my notice.”
He’d razed ninety-eight celestial crests seeking Li Qiye, unaware his quarry’s power was array-projected, leaving no trace. Undeterred, Chong Lou relished the challenge—a foe worth his full effort. He yearned for that clash, willing to shatter ninety thousand crests if needed. Suddenly, a mournful chant echoed: “Infinite Celestial.” Chong Lou turned, his blood-eyes locking onto five old Taoists below, a faint smirk curling his lips. “Shu Mountain’s Headmaster.”
“Demon Lord Chong Lou,” Qing Wei replied, meeting his gaze. Chong Lou loomed over them. “What, you seek to stop me?” Qing Wei shook his head. “No, I cannot halt you. But even demons have a code. Do you know the chaos you’ve sown? Shattering the Ninety-Ninth Crest has thrown the Mortal Realm into disarray—elemental chaos, rampant disasters, a living hell. If this is your path, then the Demon Realm’s sovereign is no more than this.”
Qing Wei’s words, long-prepared, aimed to prick Chong Lou’s pride, urging restraint through the lens of cosmic duty. In blunt terms, he called Chong Lou’s path narrow. But Chong Lou roared with laughter. “Hahaha! Absurd! My actions need no one’s judgment! I roam from the highest heavens to the deepest springs, unbound! What can heaven do to me? My path is eternal! If heaven defies me, I’ll force its submission!”
His eyes blazed, dimming the sky. Drawing his Flame Wave Blood Blade, abyssal killing intent surged. “Careful!” Qing Wei shouted, and the five retreated. A blood-red beam, capable of boiling seas, cleaved the sky in two. The elders’ hearts raced, composure shattered. Qing Wei, decisive, whisked his duster, launching an attack. The others followed, five radiant swords piercing toward Chong Lou.
Yet, Chong Lou faced the half-immortal onslaught with nonchalance. A tilt of his head dodged the first. A glare halted the second. Demonic qi skewed the third. His armour repelled the fourth. His blade flashed, stopping an inch from Qing Wei’s brow. “Headmaster!” the others cried, horrified. Qing Wei, drenched in sweat, teetered on collapse, death’s chill gripping him. “Why… not strike?” he rasped.
Chong Lou’s gaze burned. “My actions need no explanation!” With a sky-shaking laugh, he vanished. The Five Elders stood stunned. They’d lost—utterly. Before Chong Lou, they were toys, their cosmic truths, moral codes, and grand principles mere whims in his grasp. One thought could spare them; another, end them. With their lives at his mercy, how could their words sway him? Perhaps only Li Qiye could earn his respect, warranting this relentless hunt. In a way, they were kindred spirits.
The elders fell, but the Mortal Realm’s woes grew. The Ninety-Ninth Crest’s breach unleashed landslides, tsunamis, floods, and fires, a primordial chaos. Li Shimin trembled with fear as Tang’s court fell into chaos. Yet, after shattering the crest, Chong Lou vanished, true to his claim of unbound freedom. None knew when he’d strike next.
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