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Chapter 397: Abyssal Demon Realm, Sky-Cleaving Spiritual Treasure

Inside a hidden cave in Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

"Four hundred years old."

Lan Chang'an opened his deep and boundless eyes, having just completed a divination.

"I can’t stay in the Great Yuan for too long. If I do, I’ll eventually attract the attention of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators."

As a fourth-rank divination master, even without actively poking around, Lan Chang'an could perceive the general situation outside.

He had too many secrets and had already formed certain karmic entanglements. If his reputation grew too much, it would undoubtedly bring trouble.

The Great Yuan was home to a flourishing cultivation civilization, and its high-level cultivators had broader vision and greater insight. Some of the top forces even had their own fourth-rank divination grandmasters.

Without absolute strength, the greater his fame, the less secure he would feel.

He made up his mind: once he fulfilled his agreement to assist Jing Wufeng with the demon-sealing mission, he would accelerate his return to Great Qing.

...

Lan Chang'an stepped out to see Jing Wufeng standing there, clad in a green silk robe over a set of dark gold inner armor that exuded an ancient aura.

His figure now appeared broader and more imposing than before.

The ancient armor he had obtained from True Monarch Dominating Martial had been fully repaired, now refined into an inner armor form.

Lan Chang'an observed in silence, Jing Wufeng had made up for his “shortcoming” in defense.

Jing Wufeng had spiritual sense and mana far beyond his peers, with exceptional offensive power and mobility.

Either he had cultivated a top-tier divine soul technique, or his fourth-rank formation mastery granted him an unparalleled spiritual sense, nearly on par with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Lan Chang'an had previously simulated Jing Wufeng as an imaginary enemy and concluded that his defense was not outstanding (still stronger than the average early Nascent Soul cultivator), it was just that most people couldn’t even touch him.

Of course, Lan Chang'an didn't mind if Jing Wufeng's strength increased and the demon-sealing mission was more secure.

Jing Wufeng turned to him and explained:

"True Monarch Xiang, this time we are heading to the Abyssal Demon Realm. Our mission is simply to repair the seal and block the key passages where demonic energy is leaking. Along the way, we may encounter some demonic creatures."

"The current demonic turmoil is nearing its end. As long as there are no unexpected accidents, this operation won’t be more dangerous than the battle against the Seven True Monarchs."

His voice was calm and reassuring, trying to put Lan Chang'an at ease.

Lan Chang'an gave a slight nod. "Let’s hope so."

Over the past year, he had attempted to divine the risks of this mission, but the core region of the Central Region Forbidden Zone, which was said to seal an indestructible demon giant was shrouded in secrecy, entangled with mysteries of the ancient war, making its fate as chaotic as a primordial abyss.

Trying to divine this matter was as difficult as foreseeing the actions of a Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord.

Fortunately, there was no ominous premonition of an imminent catastrophe.

His divinations showed fluctuating levels of danger, suggesting unstable yet manageable risks.

This made Lan Chang'an understand that it was best to play it safe and not make a death-defying mess.

…

Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng advanced cautiously, avoiding the deadliest danger zones and the mass gatherings of demonic creatures.

The closer they got to the core of the Forbidden Zone, the more scarce spiritual energy became, while the demonic miasma thickened.

If they were entangled by a powerful demon and surrounded by endless waves of demonic creatures, even a Nascent Soul cultivator may get hurt and die without a burial place.

The greatest dangers, however, weren’t just the demonic hordes, but also certain deadly zones, some of which could trap or outright destroy a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

For instance, there were certain unstable winds capable of corrupting a Nascent Soul’s consciousness, causing them to lose their sense of self, or even rapidly age their physical body, shortening their lifespan drastically.

There were also spatial rifts scattered throughout the region, some were visible, while others were hidden in the void, nearly undetectable until it was too late.

Fortunately, Jing Wufeng possessed a Voidless Dao Body and cultivated spatial and wind-based techniques, making him extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations. Even the stealthiest spatial rifts couldn’t escape his perception.

After several days of careful travel, they had only progressed less than ten thousand li into the Forbidden Zone.

"Stay close, Fellow Daoist Xiang."

Jing Wufeng cautiously maneuvered around an unstable spatial rift before solemnly explaining:

"The path I’ve chosen has multiple spatial rifts, but it helps us avoid even greater dangers, especially some of the powerful, enigmatic demons lurking in this land."

For this mission, Jing Wufeng had spent decades researching ancient texts about the Central Region Forbidden Zone.

He had even scouted ahead once before, mapping out a relatively safe route.

"Hmm."

Lan Chang'an followed closely, sticking to Jing Wufeng’s route as much as possible.

By now, he had activated his fourth life, and his divine soul’s perception had reached a level comparable to the peak of mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

At this moment, he sensed a particularly large spatial rift nearby, its interior was pitch-black and unfathomable, radiating an unstable aura of destruction as well as a faint trace of otherworldly energy.

"I wonder where this spatial rift leads…"

Jing Wufeng had previously mentioned that medium and large spatial rifts are often connected to various locations within the human realm.

On the other side could be a lethal danger zone, or it might lead to a remote province of the Heaven Honoured Continent, or perhaps even a lost space or a desolate void realm.

The journey was long and tense, requiring constant vigilance.

During their rest breaks, Lan Chang'an probed Jing Wufeng for more details about the Central Region Forbidden Zone and the Abyssal Demon Realm.

The history of the Central Forbidden Zone can be traced back to the Ancient War Era.

Back then, the human realm where Tianyuan was located possessed far richer resources than in the modern era, allowing cultivators to reach far greater heights.

"During a certain era, the 'Demonic Peak Realm', an ancient domain ruled by primordial demons, drifted close to the Heaven Honoured Continent. Numerous inter-realm passages were forcibly opened, leading to repeated invasions by demonic forces."

Lan Chang'an’s eyes flickered. "So, the Abyssal Demon Realm… is actually a remnant inter-realm passage from the Ancient War?"

Jing Wufeng nodded. "Precisely. And it’s not the only one. Across the Heaven Honoured Continent, there are multiple such passages and there are also several in the outer sea."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the battlefield ruins of the Forbidden Zone, his expression carrying a hint of reverence.

The towering, broken landscapes, the shattered rivers and mountains, all bore witness to the devastation of the Ancient War.

Among them was a colossal gorge stretching hundreds of li, lined with dangerous spatial rifts.

Jing Wufeng sighed, his heart filled with admiration and longing:

"During the golden age of that era, it is said that there was no lack of spiritual treasures above the Third Tribulation. Even the legendary Lesser Xuantian Supreme Treasure had made an astonishing appearance. Compared to that time, the human realm today is painfully barren, just reaching Deity Transformation is considered a miracle of the heavens…"

Hearing the words "Lesser Xuantian Supreme Treasure", Lan Chang'an’s heart tightened, though his face remained unreadable.

Lan Chang'an changed the topic with a casual remark:

"According to ancient records in the Great Yuan, the core of this Forbidden Zone was once used to seal away an undying ancient demon. Is that true?"

Jing Wufeng smiled knowingly but didn’t answer directly.

"Once we arrive, Fellow Daoist Xiang will see for himself."

…

One month later.

Jing Wufeng and Lan Chang'an spent a long time traversing the Ancient Forbidden Zone.

Even though they did their best to avoid risks, it was impossible to completely evade troublesome demonic creatures.

Along the way, they had to fight and seriously wound at least two or three fourth-rank demonic beasts.

Since they were deep in a perilous demonic land, they both exercised caution, holding back their full strength and not recklessly pursuing or capturing the demons.

At one point, Lan Chang'an even discovered an ancient cultivator’s cave-dwelling ruins in one of the dangerous zones.

Yet, rather than acting out of greed, he chose to ignore the site entirely, refraining from exploring further.

His divinations had shown fluctuating risks, and so he decided to play it safe—no greed, no unnecessary risks.

On this particular day, after scaling a treacherous peak, Lan Chang'an finally laid eyes on the legendary Abyssal Demon Realm.

Even from a great distance, he could see a colossal black pillar of demonic energy, surging skyward like a monstrous beacon of darkness, intertwined with five-colored lightning.

It pierced through the heavens, connecting with the vast, roiling demonic storm clouds above, sending ripples of black destruction lightning crackling through the skies.

Lan Chang'an’s heart trembled, an unbearable pressure descending upon him.

The sheer oppression of the demonic pillar and the boundless demonic clouds made even the Nascent Soul True Monarchs, the apex of the mortal cultivation world, seem insignificant.

At the base of the pillar of demonic energy, a massive abyss stretched out before them, a chasm spanning several hundred li in diameter, with no visible bottom, resembling an irregular, ancient well.

Encircling the outer rim and inner walls of the abyss were intricate silver-gray formation patterns, remnants of an ancient grand sealing array.

Every li, a bronze formation base had been embedded, continuously emitting five-colored lightning chains.

These interwoven lightning chains formed a bowl-shaped sealing barrier, shimmering with a dazzling electrical radiance.

However, this sealing barrier wasn’t entirely airtight, it was a net-like formation, with countless gaps between the lightning arcs.

As a result, only a limited amount of demonic energy leaked through, but over time, these tiny leaks accumulated into a considerable presence.

The true disaster, however, lay in the center of the sealing barrier, where a gaping hole had been torn open, along with several smaller breaches surrounding it.

From these ruptured openings, an enormous tide of demonic energy surged forth, and within the depths of the abyss, there came low, bone-chilling howls.

Lan Chang'an narrowed his eyes and turned to Jing Wufeng:

"Fellow Daoist Jing, this grand sealing formation was set up by ancient powerhouses. Why is it structured as a net, with so many deliberate gaps? Wouldn’t that just give demonic energy and creatures a chance to infiltrate the mortal realm?"

He had already formulated some suspicions but wanted confirmation.

Jing Wufeng, drawing from his study of ancient texts and his expertise as a fourth-rank formation master, provided an explanation:

"Two reasons—first, the material costs and the spiritual energy supply limitations. Second, the principle of ‘blocking large threats while allowing small leaks’—this prevents the seal from accumulating excessive pressure and self-destructing over time."

Lan Chang'an’s eyes flashed with understanding.

"Blocking large threats but allowing small leaks? No wonder the Central Region always has accumulating demonic miasma, breeding demonic creatures, and causing cyclical demon uprisings."

It made perfect sense, constructing a formation of this magnitude would have been a monumental undertaking, even for the ancient cultivators.

Lan Chang'an secretly thought when constructing such a grandiose sealing formation, even an ancient cultivator would have to consider the economic cost.

…

As they flew toward the Abyssal Demon Realm, Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng encountered unexpected trouble.

From the cavernous mountains surrounding the abyss, a countless horde of demonic bats and moths erupted, swarming toward them like a black tide, blotting out the sky.

Lan Chang'an had encountered these creatures before, but never in such an overwhelming quantity—tens of thousands of them, densely packed like a storm of death.

Most of these demonic bats and moths were below fourth rank, with only a small number of high-tier threats.

For now, no fourth-rank creatures had emerged, but even so, they were exhausting to deal with.

Because it was simply impossible to kill them all.

The ancient forbidden land was saturated with demonic energy, making it difficult for cultivators to naturally replenish mana.

They had to rely on spirit stones and elixirs to recover.

The demonic bats screeched in unison, unleashing a sonic attack so terrifying that it could cause Core Formation cultivators to vomit blood and lose consciousness.

Meanwhile, the demonic moths, their smaller and more fragile counterparts, released a toxic mist filled with corrosive powder, seeping through even the smallest openings.

Lan Chang'an immediately activated his mana shield, forming protective layers around his body.

With a hand seal, he cast a fire-elemental spell, sending waves of flames sweeping across the swarm, reducing thousands of the creatures to ash.

Through previous encounters, he had learned that these dense swarms of bats and moths had one major weakness, fire-based techniques.

Neither he nor Jing Wufeng specialized in fire cultivation, but all cultivators inherently possessed all five elements.

Even if they focused on a specific elemental path, they could manipulate other elements through mana conversion, albeit with reduced power and efficiency.

Because wood generates fire, Lan Chang'an, who practiced wood-based techniques, had a relatively smooth affinity when casting fire spells.

As he continued to fight, Lan Chang'an frowned, sensing something unusual.

"Strange… Demonic bats and moths belong to different demonic species. Why are they working together to attack outsiders?"

He continued to think, while his Evergreen mana flowed smoothly, relentlessly slaughtering the airborne demonic horde.

The constant sonic bombardment and toxic mist obscured his spiritual sense, making it impossible to pinpoint the true cause.

Jing Wufeng, surrounded by a translucent spatial ripple, also continued casting fire spells while offering a solution:

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, these creatures are endless. We won’t be able to exterminate them completely. Our best course of action is to press forward until we reach the Abyssal Demon Realm. Once we’re there, we’ll use a large-scale magical treasure or divine ability to clear the area and quickly repair the seal."

"That’s our only option, we'll see what happens then." Lan Chang'an nodded and couldn't think of a better way.

With considerable mana consumption and mental exhaustion, they finally reached the edge of the Abyssal Demon Realm.

Due to the existence of the grand abyss-sealing array, the two of them didn't have to face the demon bats and moths swooping in from all directions, so the pressure was a little less.

Any flying demonic creature that strayed too close was instantly incinerated by the flashing arcs of five-colored lightning from the sealing barrier.

Standing at the edge of the abyss, both cultivators took out top-grade spirit stones and elixirs, quickly restoring their mana.

Meanwhile, Lan Chang'an floated mid-air, scanning the depths of the sealed demon abyss.

His pupils contracted sharply, his mind was shaken to the core, and chills ran across his body, leaving him covered in goosebumps.

Deep within the abyssal mist, a terrifying scene unfolded.

There, within the forbidden region of demonic mist, eight colossal golden dragon-patterned chains, each as thick as a water barrel, crisscrossed through the abyss, radiating flashing array patterns of golden light.

And they were wrapped tightly around a single object—

A gigantic demonic head, suspended midway within the abyss.

Its size rivaled an entire mountain, and as Lan Chang'an’s gaze met its hollow, expressionless eyes—

Boom!

His Nascent Soul trembled violently, as though he had been struck by heavenly lightning.

Cold sweat dripped down his back as he immediately averted his gaze, not daring to stare directly at it again.

Fortunately, the demonic head seemed to lack true consciousness.

Its neck was tightly bound by the eight dragon-patterned chains, which also anchored its massive, unseen body deep within the abyss.

Lan Chang'an carefully examined the eight chains, noting that their surfaces were densely engraved with ancient formations.

Upon closer inspection, each chain’s surface bore lifelike golden dragon scales, exuding a supreme Dao aura—as though eight true dragons were coiled together, forming an unbreakable divine prison.

Even the Sky-Cleaving Axe, the pseudo-spiritual treasure that Jing Wufeng had once wielded, seemed pathetically inferior in comparison to these golden dragon chains.

"A Heaven-Piercing Spiritual Treasure… the Eight-Dragon Lock."

Jing Wufeng admired it with the gaze of an archaeologist and murmured.

A Heaven-Piercing Spiritual Treasure?

Lan Chang'an had only ever heard of spiritual treasures. True spiritual treasures had long vanished from the human realm of Heaven Honoured Continent.

…

Jing Wufeng withdrew his gaze from the Eight-Dragon Lock, shifting his attention to the damaged sections of the sealing formation.

Among the various breaches, the largest hole was leaking an overwhelming amount of demonic energy, making it the main entry point for powerful demonic creatures.

At that very moment, a six-zhang-tall, double-headed, four-armed ancient demon, clad in a tattered black robe, was clawing its way out of the five-colored lightning barrier through the largest breach.

Zzzt! Crackle!

Arcs of residual lightning struck the demon’s twisted form, causing its dense demonic aura to collapse, releasing billowing black smoke as the creature was violently repelled back into the abyss.

All that remained was a shredded piece of its black robe, drifting in the air.

Even though the demon had been grievously wounded and its aura significantly weakened, Lan Chang'an could still feel the immense pressure emanating from it, even through the barrier.

Jing Wufeng, still a bit tense, forced a relaxed tone and said:

"No need to worry, Fellow Daoist Xiang. As of now, demonic creatures above the late fourth rank still can’t break through the sealing formation."

However, despite his calm words, he secretly wiped away cold sweat from his palm.

This was his first time attempting to repair the abyss seal, and much of his knowledge came from theoretical research.

Before they could catch their breath, waves of demonic bats and moths surged once more, covering the skies and surrounding them from all directions.

Like a black storm, the creatures engulfed the abyss, their shrill screeches reverberating across the battlefield.

Jing Wufeng’s expression darkened.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, we need to clear out these demonic creatures so we can buy enough time to repair the formation."

The moment he began repairing the seal, he would need to focus the majority of his energy on the delicate formation adjustments, leaving him vulnerable to attacks.

Lan Chang'an, after a moment of thought, proposed:

"Fellow Daoist Jing, I possess a top-grade fire-elemental magical treasure, perfect for clearing out these creatures. If we combine our mana, we can unleash its full potential."

As he spoke, he summoned a purple-colored gourd, the same ancestral magical treasure once belonging to True Monarch Lihuo.

Jing Wufeng’s eyes lit up.

"Good! Let’s incinerate these creatures first, then I’ll deploy the Illusory Void Formation to delay their reinforcements."

By now, his mana had mostly recovered.

Raising a hand, he channeled his mana into the Lihuo Gourd, assisting Lan Chang'an in activating its full power.

Whooosh!

The gourd expanded dramatically, growing into a massive purple furnace, exuding an overwhelmingly intense flame aura.

Boom!

A raging sea of violet fire erupted outward, engulfing tens of thousands of demonic creatures in an instant.

The surrounding air shimmered and distorted as waves of purple-black fire clouds spread three li in diameter, forming an impenetrable firestorm.

The demonic bats and moths at the edges of the firestorm trembled violently, their instincts screaming at them to flee.

Their once relentless assault came to an abrupt halt, and for the first time, the swarm hesitated.

This brief pause was exactly the opportunity they needed.

Jing Wufeng soared into the air, heading toward the largest hole in the formation, quickly deploying an Illusory Void Formation.

Due to the dense demonic miasma in the area and the lack of natural earthly spirit veins, a conventional formation powered only by spirit stones wouldn’t have enough strength.

To compensate, Lan Chang'an summoned sixteen battle puppets, arranging them into a Puppet Formation to reinforce the array’s foundation.

Meanwhile, he continued to wield the Lihuo Gourd, keeping the firestorm active to fend off the endless swarms.

However, maintaining such high-intensity flames consumed an enormous amount of mana, he couldn’t keep it going indefinitely.

Jing Wufeng’s voice echoed from within the formation:

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, enter the formation!"

Within mere moments, he had successfully set up the Illusory Void Formation, opening a small entrance for Lan Chang'an to step inside.

Without hesitation, Lan Chang'an recalled the Lihuo Gourd and rushed into the formation, just as the fire clouds outside began to fade.

Even though the firestorm still had lingering effects, the swarm outside was already regathering.

Inside the formation, the sea of fire and illusion barrier combined to stall the advancing creatures, ensuring that the demonic horde wouldn’t break through immediately.

…

Inside the Illusory Void Formation, Lan Chang'an exhaled deeply, finally able to catch his breath.

Meanwhile, Jing Wufeng was fully focused, preparing to repair the grand sealing formation.

He seemed to be deep in thought, weighing different repair strategies as he retrieved a silver storage bag—filled with materials provided for the mission.

Lan Chang'an watched silently, somewhat surprised.

"A sealing formation of this level is at least superior-grade fifth-rank. Even though Jing Wufeng is a fourth-rank formation master and specializes in spatial techniques, repairing it in a short time would normally be impossible without prior research."

It was likely that his sect’s elders had provided him with detailed schematics of the array.

Lan Chang'an recalled how True Monarch Shazhai, a fourth-rank formation master, had spent years studying the Tinghai Pavilion’s spatial teleportation array before he could even begin repairs.

And yet, this Abyss Sealing Formation was even more advanced than that.

Time passed slowly.

Jing Wufeng decided to test his repair method on a smaller breach first, taking out materials and using his pale-silver innate true fire to refine them into the sealing array.

The first attempt was not too successful.

Although the damaged area did produce new arcs of five-colored lightning, the connection didn’t fully stabilize, the repair was only half-successful.

Even so, Jing Wufeng’s eyes brightened, he had discovered a key technique.

On his second attempt, however, the Illusory Void Formation trembled violently as it came under intense assault.

Though the Illusory Void Formation was strong, the sheer number of demonic bats and moths, combined with the advantage of demonic energy saturating the battlefield was overwhelming.

After slaughtering tens of thousands of demonic creatures, the formation developed a tear, allowing waves of them to break through.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, I’ll need around two hours to complete the repairs. I must entrust the defense to you."

Jing Wufeng’s voice was steady, though he didn’t look away from his task.

"Hmm."

Lan Chang'an had not yet fully recovered his mana, and seeing that the number of demonic bats and moths that had killed their way in was not too many, he slapped his spirit pet pouch and summoned Lord Earthrock.

"Assist me in safeguarding the array mending ritual. Eliminate all intruding demons."

Yes, Master!"

The Lord Earthrock immediately transformed into its giant rat-king form, blocking the tear in the barrier.

With a single swipe of claws, it crushed several demonic creatures instantly.

Then, opening its maw, it unleashed a gale of yellow sand, tearing through the incoming swarm.

Despite not using the Lihuo Gourd, Lord Earthrock was nearly as efficient as Lan Chang'an in exterminating the endless waves of demonic creatures.

However, in less than half an hour, the tear widened, and more creatures poured in.

Even worse, a second tear began to appear in the formation.

Lan Chang'an contemplated his options and decided to summon the fourth-rank puppet to reinforce the second breach.

Even if some stragglers managed to break through, the combination of illusion formation and puppet formation would cull most of them.

By now, Jing Wufeng had reached the final phase of repairing the largest breach in the seal.

If he could seal this breach, he would pass the first major test of the trial.

Sweat dripped down Jing Wufeng’s forehead, he was now fully committed to the repair process.

...

Boom!

At the one-hour mark, the Illusory Void Formation collapsed entirely.

Like a black tidal wave, the demonic swarm flooded inward.

Lan Chang'an noticed something, the density of the swarm had slightly decreased. This meant that the demons weren’t truly infinite after all, but… the remaining ones were far stronger. All that was left were elite variants, the danger rose instead of falling.

The puppet army formation guarded Jing Wufeng at the center.

Meanwhile, Lan Chang'an, the fourth-rank puppet, and Lord Earthrock formed a triangular formation on the periphery, relentlessly exterminating the seemingly endless waves of flying demonic creatures.

While the battle raged, deep within the demonic fog, a mysterious female figure floated silently.

Her skin was a pale moon-blue, adorned with strange demonic patterns, and on her back were delicate, translucent wings.

Her deep blue eyes gleamed with intelligence, and at her forehead, a faint crescent moon sigil pulsed like cold moonlight.

In her hands, she held a ceremonial staff, embedded with a blue-black crescent-shaped gemstone.

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a strange, reverent undertone:

"The one repairing the seal must be a disciple of the Heavenly One Sect… His companion has a fourth-rank puppet and commands a fourth-rank demon king. Even if I intervene personally, my chances of success are low."

Tightening her grip on her staff, she closed her eyes and prayed:

"Your Holiness, I beseech your response. If you do not act, our long-prepared plan will collapse entirely."

The crescent gemstone trembled, releasing a faint ripple of spiritual intent as if something far greater had taken notice.

...

Far below, at the very bottom of the Abyssal Demon Realm.

The massive, mountain-sized demonic head that was bound by the Eight-Dragon Lock…

One of its empty, lifeless eyes suddenly flickered.

A dark blue crescent mark appeared within its gaze.

The giant demon’s dead, expressionless eyes showed the first sign of emotion as it fixated on Jing Wufeng and Lan Chang'an above the seal of the Demon Abyss.

“What's going on!”

Lan Chang'an instantly felt a chill down his spine.

Jing Wufeng, mid-repair, also froze in place, his instincts screaming of unimaginable danger.

Then, from deep within the abyss, the head of the sealed demon giant instinctively let out a low, guttural sound "Umph..."

At the moment that the sound reached them, Lan Chang'an and Jing Wufeng felt their Nascent Souls tremble violently, their minds blanking out, blood seeping from all seven orifices.

On the contrary, Lord Earthrock and the fourth-rank puppet suffered only slightly affected.

Across the Abyss, demonic qi erupted, causing the sealing formation's spiritual light to go haywire, as though a demonic calamity had surged once more.

Boom!

The center of the sealing formation was pierced by a surge of demonic qi, which clashed with the nearby five-colored lightning haze, both neutralizing and annihilating each other.

Fortunately, this explosion of demonic qi lasted only for a brief moment.

In this short-lived upheaval, anomalies began to appear within the gaping hole of the seal.

First, a tattered black robe drifted out.

Second, a massive demonic silhouette emerged from within.