Chapter 168: Yin-Yang Demon-3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 168: Yin-Yang Demon-3
Boom!
Crash!
Heaven and earth shook, and the very air vibrated.
The structures of the Demonic Cult, boasting hundreds of years of history, began to collapse one by one.
Ma-noe stared at the scene blankly, his expression one of utter despair.
What on earth had gone wrong for such a thing to happen?
Ma-noe turned his head to look at the entity responsible for tearing the Demonic Cult apart.
It was a single old man.
The Yin-Yang Demon.
That transcendental being had begun to smash the Demonic Cult to pieces.
With every wave of his hand, a building shattered; with every step he took, the ground split open.
Countless cultists flocked toward the thunderous roar of collapsing buildings, but not a single one of them dared to stand in his way.
It was simply a calamity—a disaster on a scale that no human could hope to oppose.
Flash!
Snapping back to his senses, Ma-noe shook his head and forced himself up.
If left alone, the Demonic Cult might be completely annihilated.
This was the same Demonic Cult that had stood firm against an army of a million. Yet now, it could not handle a single, wretched old man.
Ma-noe’s face flushed with shame, but he moved his feet quickly.
Only a God could stand against such a calamity.
He had to call upon God.
Ma-noe’s pace quickened.
*
Meanwhile, the Yin-Yang Demon watched Ma-noe’s retreating figure and smirked.
It seemed the strategist intended to call his master.
The Yin-Yang Demon leisurely continued his path of destruction. He planned to wait, loosening up his body until the Heavenly Demon arrived.
With every movement of his hands, heaven and earth trembled, and the numerous pavilions of the Demonic Cult began to crumble.
*
Ma-noe moved rapidly toward the inner sanctum of the Demonic Cult.
In truth, this was a time when the Heavenly Demon should have been focusing entirely on his recovery.
The problem had started with resurrecting him too early. A complete resurrection required a cycle of at least a hundred years, yet they had awakened him after only twenty.
Consequently, his resurrection was incomplete, and he had no choice but to recover his body through a deep slumber.
They had been gradually restoring the Heavenly Demon’s condition through human sacrifices, but then the Yin-Yang Demon had suddenly invaded.
Having reached the Transcendent Realm, the Yin-Yang Demon displayed a god-like might that was nothing short of a disaster. No one in the Demonic Cult could stop him.
Thus, Ma-noe had no choice but to risk being impolite. He had to go to the only God who could stop this catastrophe.
Tap, tap, tap.
After walking for some time, Ma-noe finally reached a massive Great Hall located in the deepest part of the sanctum.
Step, step.
Ma-noe quickly entered the center of the hall.
Shring.
He drew the sword at his waist. The blade, gleaming with a cold blue light, possessed a sharpness that made it instantly recognizable as a masterwork.
"Whew."
Ma-noe let out a long sigh.
To wake the slumbering Heavenly Demon, blood was required. And a substantial amount of it, at that.
Normally, he would have brought someone else to behead, but there was no time for that now.
"Hooo..."
Slice.
After taking a breath, Ma-noe severed his own right arm in a single stroke.
"Guaaaagh!"
Ma-noe grit his teeth against the excruciating pain radiating from the stump.
Thud.
His severed right arm fell to the center of the hall. Without even thinking of stopping the torrential flow of blood, Ma-noe let it spill onto the floor.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Eventually, unable to bear the searing pain, Ma-noe screamed. The burning agony enveloped him.
Please... please... faster.
Ma-noe prayed and prayed in his heart. He hoped the Heavenly Demon would manifest before he died.
A massive pool of blood soaked the floor of the Great Hall.
And before long...
A blinding light began to erupt from the floor.
Ma-noe rejoiced. Finally, there was a reaction.
Vroooooom!
Along with the dazzling light, the Great Hall began to vibrate. Then, a strange phenomenon occurred.
The blood Ma-noe had spilled on the floor began to swirl around his severed arm.
Whoosh!
The vortex grew larger as time passed, eventually coalescing into a single mass.
Whirrrrrrr!
As the swirling wind of blood merged, the silhouette of a person began to emerge.
Watching this, Ma-noe’s face filled with overwhelming emotion.
Finally, God had revealed himself.
Tap.
A sound reached his ears. It seemed God had taken a step.
Even that sound felt sacred; even that sound brought tears of joy.
It was the Heavenly Demon—the only God whom all members of the Demonic Cult yearned for.
"Is it the Yin-Yang Demon?"
The Heavenly Demon spoke as he looked at Ma-noe.
Hearing his voice, Ma-noe was overcome with emotion. Like a true God, he saw through everything without needing to be told. Ma-noe felt a surge of awe.
"Yes! He is currently destroying the pavilions of the Demonic Cult, claiming he wishes to see you, Heavenly Demon!"
Ma-noe spoke with a sorrowful expression. He thought of the buildings, steeped in the history of the cult, that had fallen by the intruder's hand.
"Is that so?"
The Heavenly Demon replied in a chilling voice.
"If he wants to meet me, I should grant him his wish."
Step, step.
Having finished speaking, the Heavenly Demon began to walk slowly out of the Great Hall. Ma-noe could only watch his back with a gaze full of reverence.
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K-boom!
Rumble!
The Yin-Yang Demon simply moved as his hands and heart desired.
A wave of his hand brought down another pavilion; a stomp of his foot triggered an earthquake.
The Demonic Cult was currently a scene of total devastation. Even when they had fought against the Imperial Court’s army of a million in the past, they had never suffered this much damage.
The Demonic Cult was a place so sturdy it was worthy of being called a natural fortress. Yet, that fortress was being dismantled by the hands of a single man.
"Dammit!! Everyone, stop that old man!"
Someone shouted, pointing at the Yin-Yang Demon.
But no one stepped forward willingly. They all knew that the moment they stepped out, they would instantly become corpses.
No matter how fanatical they were, they were still human. Who could possibly stand against someone displaying such incomprehensible, god-like power?
"You cowards!"
It was then.
A middle-aged man with a massive build blocked the path of the Yin-Yang Demon. He held a giant spear in his hands.
"You monstrous old man! Cease this at once!"
"It’s the Spear Demon!"
"Lord Spear Demon has arrived!"
At his appearance, numerous cultists let out cheers.
The Spear Demon.
He was an Elder of the Demonic Cult who had been active during the Great War of Righteousness and Demons twenty years ago. He was a Great Demon who had ended the lives of countless chivalrous heroes of the Orthodox Faction with his innate divine strength and domineering spear techniques.
His primary weapon was a thrust powered by his natural strength, and its power was so immense that even Yang Won-gyeong, who was known as the Divine Spear, had his head pierced and died instantly.
At the time, Yang Won-gyeong was a master of the Yang Family Spear Technique and famous as the Divine Spear, yet even he could not withstand the Spear Demon’s great spear techniques.
Now, the Spear Demon, a man of such formidable reputation, had appeared. They couldn't help but be delighted.
"What grudge do you hold to tear the Demonic Cult apart like this!"
The Spear Demon shouted at the Yin-Yang Demon as if it were an injustice.
So many pavilions had been destroyed and so many cultists had lost their lives at this old man's hands. What kind of resentment could lead to such a terrible deed?
"What need is there for a reason? I do it because I want to. Isn't that the very essence of a demon? Hahaha!"
Hearing that, the Yin-Yang Demon burst into laughter.
"You bastard!"
Whoosh!
Enraged to the limit by the old man's words, the Spear Demon swung his great spear.
"Huh?"
Crack!
But a strange sight unfolded.
The old man had vanished. No, it wasn't just the old man. The scenery before him had changed into something entirely different.
The Spear Demon was bewildered. What on earth had happened?
The Spear Demon slowly looked down.
And there, he saw it.
His own broad back.
He realized then that his neck had been twisted completely around.
His consciousness suddenly grew hazy and then cut out entirely.
Thud.
The Spear Demon’s massive body collapsed to the ground, his head facing backward.
"Dealing with you is a chore."
The Yin-Yang Demon spoke, making an exaggerated gesture as if he were yawning.
Clang.
Clatter.
Seeing this, the cultists dropped their swords one after another. Realizing they could not resist, their will to fight vanished.
"...A monster."
"The Spear Demon was defeated?"
"A monster! He's a monster!"
Soon, they began to scream as they looked at the Yin-Yang Demon.
The Spear Demon was considered a master at the very peak of the Transcendent Realm. For such a man to be defeated by a move he couldn't even see—what did that imply?
It meant the old man had reached a transcendental state that far surpassed the Transcendent Realm.
The cultists were paralyzed with fear. Literally, that old man was a calamity. There was no way a mere human could stop a calamity.
Some fled, some burst into tears, and some offered prayers, calling for the Heavenly Demon. It was a scene that could only be described as pandemonium.
The Yin-Yang Demon stood tall and watched the chaos. He had caused this much of a ruckus, yet the Heavenly Demon was nowhere to be seen.
`I might as well just exterminate the whole clan.`
The Yin-Yang Demon quickly organized his thoughts. If he slaughtered all the followers, the leader wouldn't be able to stay hidden.
The Yin-Yang Demon began to gather his Yin-Yang Harmony Qi. He intended to take the heads of all the cultists in one fell swoop.
It was then.
He felt an unusual energy from not far away. The energy grew in size until it began to radiate an overwhelming presence.
`He’s calling for me.`
Feeling the energy, the Yin-Yang Demon broke into a wide grin.
Boom!
The Yin-Yang Demon quickly kicked off the ground. He began to fly toward the source of that extraordinary energy.
His body began to demonstrate the legendary movement technique known as Void Step.
Before long, the Yin-Yang Demon could see the identity of the one calling him with such a powerful presence.
`The Heavenly Demon.`
The smile on the Yin-Yang Demon’s lips deepened. He had finally found him. That bastard he wanted to kill.
Tap.
Landing a short distance away, the Yin-Yang Demon looked ahead. He was certain now. The Heavenly Demon had indeed been resurrected.
He looked exactly as he had during their fight in the past.
"Hehehe... You haven't aged a bit."
The Yin-Yang Demon chuckled as he looked at the Heavenly Demon.
"Because I am an immortal being."
The Heavenly Demon replied calmly.
"Don't try to dress it up, you monster."
"When humans encounter a transcendental being they cannot reach, they call it a monster to reveal their hideous jealousy. Are you the same?"
"Hahaha! That’s a masterpiece."
The Yin-Yang Demon burst into laughter at his words.
"What is so funny?"
The Heavenly Demon asked, seemingly confused by the laughter.
"Why would I feel jealousy toward someone weaker than me?"
The Yin-Yang Demon replied with a smirk.
"That is an interesting story. Are you saying I am weaker than you?"
The Heavenly Demon countered, his tone suggesting he found it intriguing.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"You are as arrogant as ever."
The Heavenly Demon replied calmly. He remembered the Yin-Yang Demon perfectly. Before invading the Central Plains, he had once fought a life-and-death battle with him. Even then, the Yin-Yang Demon had been just as arrogant as he was now.
A smile played on the Heavenly Demon’s lips. He felt he could finally settle that old debt.
Back then, the fight with the Yin-Yang Demon had ended in a draw. In the middle of the battle, the Yin-Yang Demon had withdrawn. The cultists mocked him, saying even the great Yin-Yang Demon had been terrified of the Heavenly Demon, but the truth was different.
During the fight, the Heavenly Demon had never once held the upper hand. While the same might have been true for the Yin-Yang Demon, the event left a deep wound on the Heavenly Demon’s pride.
In his hundreds of years of history, he had never failed to overwhelm an opponent. Though he had suffered defeats over the centuries, he had never been pushed back by a single individual.
The only person he had failed to dominate was the Yin-Yang Demon. It was impossible for his pride not to be wounded.
Vroooooom!
"I suppose I must teach you the meaning of the gap between us."
Raising his energy to the limit, the Heavenly Demon glared at the Yin-Yang Demon.
"Show me all you want. This old man will personally see how much stronger you've become over these twenty years."
The Yin-Yang Demon countered leisurely.
"But you must stake your life on it."
Having spoken, the Yin-Yang Demon began to circulate the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art. Immediately, a massive amount of Yin-Yang Harmony Qi began to shimmer around him.
Boom!
The energies of the two absolute masters collided, sweeping across the surroundings. The momentum was so fierce that every time their auras clashed, a roar like a thunderclap echoed through the air.
And then, the Heavenly Demon lunged at the Yin-Yang Demon.
The Yin-Yang Demon reached out with a smile.
The battle between absolute beings that would shake heaven and earth had begun.