r18novel Chapter 26 Rahu really didn't die
Chapter 26 Rahu really didn't die
Chapter 26 Rahu really didn't die
Within the Chaos Domain, at the Purple Cloud Palace.
The palace was vast and boundless, filled with celestial energy that reflected countless astonishing phenomena.
On the three-foot-high platform, Hongjun's figure suddenly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, one is instantly transported to the membrane of the primordial world, gazing upon the endless primordial天地 (heaven and earth).
As soon as he spoke, golden light and red glow filled the heavens and earth, and auspicious clouds sprayed purple mist.
"I have discovered that Rahu is not dead. All beings should not be wary. If anyone transforms into my appearance and impersonates me, it must be him."
As he finished speaking, Hongjun's tone was as chilling as an iceberg.
"Rahu, listen to this: the devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous path is ten feet tall."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
Upon hearing this, all beings fell silent, as if trembling with fear. In the final battle of the conflict between the Dao and the Demon, the spiritual veins of the Western lands were shattered for hundreds of millions of miles.
Finally, Hongjun became the supreme ancestor, and was invincible throughout the primordial world.
Looking back now, it still evokes many emotions.
As all beings gazed towards the heavens, they saw Hongjun's body gradually expand, eventually transforming into a colossal giant. His upper body stretched into the azure sky, surveying all races and beings with an air of supreme superiority. He calmly proclaimed, "Look at this realm today, whose world truly reigns supreme?"
The countless powerful beings were terrified, but then they all realized what was happening and hurriedly knelt down to worship this strange and enormous figure.
Meanwhile, at the southernmost tip of the primordial wilderness, atop the endless mountain range, as far as the eye could see, was ablaze with crimson flames.
The flames burned fiercely, seemingly never to be extinguished.
The endless towering phoenix trees, with their lush foliage, block out the sun and build magnificent palaces on them.
This place is known as the Immortal Volcano, the habitat of the Phoenix Clan.
After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the immortal fire spirit fell between heaven and earth, transformed into the immortal volcano, and then stretched into a mountain range for hundreds of millions of miles.
The first living being born was the ancestor of the phoenix, Yuan Feng.
He discovered that any Phoenix Clan creature with even a wisp of true spirit could be reborn and reborn in this immortal volcano.
Therefore, he led the Phoenix Clan to survive here for countless eons.
At this moment, in the center of the area shaded by ten thousand phoenix trees, there is a phoenix tree with innate spiritual roots. On the tree, in a palace with raging flames, a figure sits cross-legged, his body radiating wisps of demonic flames.
Phoenix is a collective term; the male is called Feng, and the female is called Huang.
The figure sitting cross-legged was clearly a handsome man, but he seemed to be in a bad state, his face showing alternating pain and excitement.
At this moment, he let out a strange, hoarse laugh.
With a laugh, Yuan Feng's demonic flames raged even more fiercely, and towering black energy instantly filled the entire palace.
"Even this old sly fox, Hongjun, has finally been outmaneuvered?"
"His mind is as deep as the sea, treacherous and cunning. The fellow Daoist who countered him deserves my bow!"
"This man is no ordinary person like these sycophants; he is a true hero!"
"I have a grudge against Hongjun for obstructing the path of cultivation. Fellow Daoist, I, Luo Hou, will take the blame for you."
After saying this, Rahu let out a hearty laugh, displaying an uninhibited and expansive spirit.
Back then, he secretly orchestrated a conflict between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans.
His aim was to unify the primordial destiny, to use the great destiny to break free from his own shackles, and to use his own demonic path to step into the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal.
Little did they know, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Just as he was about to annihilate the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, Hongjun appeared with three reincarnated demon gods.
As a result, the true spirit almost vanished completely, with only a wisp of it escaping into the immortal volcano.
However, to this day, Rahu does not consider himself to have lost!
Because at the very last moment, he sensed the will of Heaven condensing within Hongjun.
It wasn't a fault of his fighting skills; it was Heaven's will to destroy Rahu!
Hongjun cultivated the path of immortality, while Luohou cultivated the path of demonic possession.
The immortal path is vast and majestic, the universe within the gourd is immense, and the days and months within the wine are long, making it suitable for educating all living beings and uniting all races.
Those who follow the demonic path have a unique style; they move like a mountain lord galloping swiftly, and lie down like a dragon stretching out its wings.
Ultimately, the will of Heaven chose the Immortal Path as the representative of the primordial world.
Just then, Yuan Feng's voice rang out again.
But this time, it wasn't as hoarse and gloomy as before; it was the voice of a normal young man.
However, his tone sounded extremely angry and agitated.
"Rahu, leave my body immediately! If you regain control of my body, I will self-destruct, and we will part ways!"
This was Yuan Feng's true spirit, which briefly took control of the body.
The true spirit of Demon Ancestor Rahu is corrosive and has an incredibly powerful penetrating ability. Therefore, after so many years of dormancy, that wisp of true spirit has been suppressing Yuan Feng's true spirit within her sea of consciousness, causing it to frequently fall into a disadvantageous position.
Over the years, Yuan Feng has rarely been lucid.
"Yuan Feng, if you really had such courage, it wouldn't have been the Ancestral Dragon who dominated the prehistoric world back then, but you."
Rahu regained control of his body and burst into laughter.
Within her sea of consciousness, Yuan Feng's true spirit was forced into a corner by demonic energy, filled with grief and helplessness.
However, his threat of self-destruction was just that—a threat—but he didn't expect that Rahu would be completely unafraid.
After a long while, the palace fell silent.
The primordial world outside gradually returned to tranquility after Hongjun's disappearance.
Time is like a sharp knife; it can be drawn from its sheath without warning, cutting through mountains and valleys beyond recognition, while the sun, moon, and stars cycle and change.
Two thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
There is still a thousand years until the day when Hongjun preaches.
Within the Penglai Immortal Island, Ling Xiao had already refined twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's blood.
After some testing, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his physical defenses were comparable to those of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
Furthermore, if enhanced with two Great Dao Laws, its defensive capabilities can rival those of a Primordial Treasure.
How terrifying is this?
In other words, it was like a group of powerful beings using top-grade innate spiritual treasures to attack him—it was like a mosquito scratching an itch...
In addition, his physical attack ability is also terrifying. Every punch Ling Xiao throws is imbued with the offensive power of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
That's a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!
Even the most powerful and all-powerful divine weapons and treasures in the perfect world are utterly insignificant in the face of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
This is the terrifying aspect of incorporating twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's heart blood.
Every punch and kick carries the divine powers of various ancestral witches; twelve great divine powers have been integrated into his flesh and bones.
"I cultivate the Primordial Chaos Dao, and ultimately attain the status of a Great Dao Saint."
"Even if all the powerful beings attack me together during my trip to Zixiao Palace a thousand years later, I can suppress them with a flick of my finger."
Ling Xiao murmured calmly, but he was not arrogant because of this. He continued to return to his secluded cultivation room to practice the supernatural powers and spells contributed by many powerful beings.
To reveal one's true self, thorough preparation is essential.
As time passed, a thousand years later, the day for the sermon at Zixiao Palace arrived.
Jieyin and Zhunti emerged from their seclusion, their bodies radiating the power of Great Luo Golden Immortals.
Ling Xiao stepped out of his secluded cultivation room, and with his two brothers, they each flew onto the back of a true dragon and rushed towards the outer chaos.
(End of this chapter)