Chapter 367: 76: The Cost of Great Divine Skill, Immortal Burial!
Translator: 549690339
Zhao Huai finished speaking and disappeared on the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already standing above the Flower Empress, and with six swords drawn, he carried the unparalleled sword power and aimed at the Flower Empress.
Even the other Demon Kings were annoyed. This white-robed sword cultivator had been fighting for a long time, with each of his moves creating a tumultuous scene. Yet, his stamina prevailed, and his fighting intent remained even more vigorous than anyone else’s.
Of the six flying swords, besides Yu Sha and the Ancestor Yan Zu’s accompanying sword, the remaining four were genuine Immortal Swords.
Even though their power had been weakened, they still erupted a terrifying sword qi brilliance in the hands of Zhao Huai.
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
Rather than six flying swords, it was as if six divine pillars were soaring into the sky. Multicolored sword lights crisscrossed and fell to the ground, forming an extraordinary chain that sealed off all directions, including the escaping routes, of the Flower Emperor’s avatar.
By the time the Flower Empress looked up, she saw a magnificent, massive sword formation that had been suddenly created!
The powerful and oppressive Sword Intention coming from the sword formation was suppressing the Flower Emperor’s demonic qi.
Gradually, cracks began to appear on the Flower Emperor’s green vines, and many of the white blossoms atop the vines withered and lost their light.
“With just this kind of skill, you want to kill this emperor? You are not worthy!”
The Flower Empress glanced around coldly and said.
Immediately after, her thousands of roots began to grow rapidly, resembling green snakes, continuously shuttling through the yellow sand, spreading out for hundreds of miles!
“Puchi!”
The vine roots from underground reached all around Anxi Prefecture, piercing into the corpses of the fallen demons and human cultivators on the battlefield, absorbing the remaining energy from their bodies and transforming it into nourishment for themselves.
How many demons and humans had died on the battlefield of Anxi Prefecture?
Now, all of them had become the targets for the Flower Empress’s energy absorption.
With the nourishment from both magic and demonic power, the Flower Empress’s flower body once again became dazzling, radiating a jade-green luster, growing even more flower buds which then bred more avatars.
She used the thousands upon thousands of corpses on the battlefield as her nourishment, allowing her strength to return to its peak!
And the corpses drained of their power became shriveled, like mummies weathered by the wind.
The Flower Empress’s seductive face licked her lips with satisfaction, apparently sated by her feast.
“Today, this emperor will taste the blood of Yan Country’s descendants and see what it tastes like!”
An ethereal, cold transmission echoed through the sky.
Rows upon rows of vines began to grow wildly, transforming into green whips, with some flower buds opening up to reveal sharp teeth and mouths, striking towards the sword formation’s barrier.
“Bang!”
Zhao Huai set up the sword formation for the purpose of executing Immortal Burial.
This technique required a massive amount of time and a stable environment.
Now that most of the demons had perished, he could finally relax.
“The Heavens know the fate of life and death, the Earth sees the endless starry sky, the Ling Hai(river of spirit) governs everything, eternal life is lawless, pity is not born when seen, and no sad cry arises upon death. All scattered droplets return, yellow soil returns to the earth, and the ceremony is unfinished...”
As Zhao Huai recited the incantation in his heart...
Within a hundred miles, an earth-shattering change occurred.
“Boom!”
Cracks began to appear in the sky, and dark clouds swallowed the entire sky, as if the entire heavenly dome was shrouded in dark terror.
The human cultivators looked at each other in awe as a strong and dense aroma of death quickly permeated the air, as if the entire Anxi Prefecture was enveloped in an atmosphere of silence.
“What are you doing?!”
The Flower Empress shouted angrily, seeing that Zhao Huai seemed to be performing a ritual of some sort.
However, Zhao Huai ignored her, continuing to sit cross-legged, mumbling the incantation.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind howled, and the scene in the square changed dramatically. In the cracks that had opened in the sky, a giant eyeball appeared and occasionally moved, making people shudder!
It was aimed directly at the Flower Empress.
The Flower Empress’s face was full of fear, as she found herself bound by an invisible force, chilling emotions surging from the bottom of her heart.
She felt as if she could smell the breath of death.
“Boom!”
The swirling clouds in the sky all dispersed, with fierce winds on both sides splitting apart a clear curtain.
The crack continued to open.
Both human cultivators and demons on the ground seemed to see a pair of giant eyes coming from beyond the void, gazing at the world.
Seated in meditation, Zhao Huai seemed to see a blur in the sky above the square, as if it was a person. However, it was an awe-inspiring existence that should not exist in this world, yet he witnessed the unfolding of this sacrificial ritual with his own eyes.
“Bang!”
Accompanied by an explosive noise, the Flower Empress, seemingly under some tremendous impact, burst apart completely!
Her many incarnations exploded, the huge man-eating flowers shattered to pieces, and their green blood mingled with the yellow sand on the ground.
Their demonic souls and primordial spirits vanished abruptly, and their life forces completely disappeared.
The Demon Emperor in the Eighth Realm had fallen!
“Pfft!”
Zhao Huai also quickly spat out a mouthful of blood. As he carefully sensed it, he felt as if something was missing from his body.