Chapter 682: Gathering of Powerhouses, End of the Conflict
"Hehe, who would have thought the Tianxuan Continent would produce someone capable of wielding both demonic qi and Ancestral Symbols at the same time?!"
Before the four King Halls, a dark figure slowly appeared with a soft chuckle.
Yet beneath that chuckle lay a trace of unmistakable solemnity and surprise.
His hand extended, and in his palm there was a bizarre, evil eye that sent a chill straight into the heart.
As he opened his hand, that sinister eye snapped open as well, indescribably eerie.
A pitch-black, viscous beam shot from the eyeball like a tangible column, crashing head-on into the dragon-kun phantom.
Two terrifying attacks slammed into each other, and a dreadful ripple swept out, tearing the clouds apart across the sky.
The heavens shook as countless gazes converged on the scene. Before the four King Halls now stood a black-robed man, smiling faintly.
Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes slightly. From this Third King Hall emanated an extremely intense sense of danger.
Clearly, this man was absolutely a peak expert on par with one who had survived three Reincarnation Tribulations.
"Third Brother, you're here!" The four King Halls' faces lit up as they cried out in delight.
It was indeed the Third King Hall of the Demonic Prison.
"So this is the Third King Hall. No wonder his strength is so terrifying," Lin Langtian muttered, his expression turning grave.
He had not expected the Demonic Prison to deploy even the top-ranked King Halls. These were existences who could clash evenly with the Eight Ancient Masters.
"Brat, tell me how you gained control over the power of my clan and fused it with that of the Ancestral Symbols." The Third King Hall looked deeply at Lin Langtian and chuckled.
The higher up one stood in the Demonic Prison, the greater the shock at such a feat.
The Yimo clan was but a branch of the extraterritorial evil race, whose evil qi was as incompatible with the spiritual power of the Great Thousand World as water and fire.
Not even the Heavenly Demon Emperors of the evil race or the Heavenly Sovereigns of the Great Thousand World could achieve what Lin Langtian had done.
That alone proved that the secret this youth harbored was anything but small.
"Oh? It seems you're very curious, Third King Hall. In that case, there's no point talking. Let's just fight." Lin Langtian shook his head lightly.
The Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror was his greatest secret and not something he would ever hand over.
"In that case, allow this hall to see the full extent of your fused demonic qi and Ancestral Symbol power."
As his voice faded, the Third King Hall stomped forward. Demonic qi exploded to the heavens, blanketing the surrounding thousand-mile region.
The very world trembled under the pressure of his aura.
"Hehe, Third King Hall, with your status, it might be beneath you to strike at a junior."
Just as the Third King Hall prepared to act, the space in front of Lin Langtian twisted.
A soft chuckle sounded as a silver-robed figure slowly stepped out from the warped space.
His white hair draped loosely over his shoulders, and his body was somewhat thin.
Most striking of all were his eyes, which shone like molten silver, crackling with a mysterious spatial power.
At the sight of this figure, Lin Langtian immediately recognized him: the Master of Space.
"So you are Lin Langtian?" The silver-eyed man smiled as he looked at him.
"And you must be the Master of Space." Lin Langtian cupped his fists.
The silver-eyed man nodded and said, still smiling, "My apologies. The Demonic Prison delayed me for a while just now. But from here on, leave this to me."
Lin Langtian thought for a moment, then nodded.
Though the Third King Hall might not be able to defeat him, with the Master of Space here, he could finally catch his breath.
After so many consecutive battles, even his formidable Yuan-Demon Power was beginning to show signs of strain.
On the other side, the Third King Hall frowned at the newcomer.
"This fellow really did make it in time," he sighed inwardly.
"Seems we won't be killing him today."
He stretched lazily, then a strange smile twisted his lips. "Still, we've already achieved our objective this time…"
The Master of Space's eyes hardened at those words.
At the same time, Lin Langtian and Ling Qingzhu frowned and turned toward the distant sea.
From that unfathomable distance, they suddenly sensed an exceedingly violent demonic qi rise.
The Master of Space let out a slow breath, his silver eyes turning utterly frigid.
"So the Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King has escaped."
His voice had only just fallen when his gaze locked on the Third King Hall as he said coldly, "So your real goal was never the Desolate Lord, but to rescue the Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King."
The Third King Hall merely smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying it.
The Master of Space's face grew even colder. His hand slipped silently from his sleeve.
It was thin and bony, yet silver light flickered at his fingertips with a power Lin Langtian knew all too well: the Spatial Ancestral Symbol.
The Third King Hall's pupils shrank. The hand with the evil eye suddenly whipped backward with a palm strike, demonic qi surging into the heavens.
Bang!
As his demonic palm swept out, space twisted violently.
A silver-lit fist appeared from the distortion and crashed into the demonic palm. The resulting shockwave thundered across the sky.
"After all these years, you still favor such methods," the Third King Hall sneered, turning his head to look at the silver-eyed man emerging slowly behind him.
"As expected of the Master of Space."
Such ghostlike speed was enough to make even Lin Langtian's heart skip a beat.
Even with his fused Yimo and Ancestral Symbol powers, his control over space still lagged behind that of the Master of Space.
"Again."
The Master of Space's expression remained utterly calm. Silver light flashed in his palm, and the surrounding space twisted wildly.
Two silver spatial blades shot forth like scissors, snapping toward the Third King Hall.
Demonic qi erupted from the Third King Hall, forming a beam of black light that shielded his body and blocked the silver blades.
Though their moves were executed almost too fast for the eye to follow, the power behind each exchange was unmistakably at the pinnacle of the continent.
"They seem evenly matched," Lin Langtian murmured.
Bang!
While the Master of Space and the Third King Hall clashed again and again, the sea below suddenly heaved as a vortex ten thousand meters across formed.
Billowing demonic qi surged from it, and then a gigantic black silhouette burst out.
As it appeared, heaven and earth dimmed as if blocked by some colossal object.
Lin Langtian frowned as he stared at the massive figure.
The demonic shadow was ten thousand meters tall, its body jet-black like eternal cold iron and covered with hideous scars.
It had no eyes, only a maw filled with black fangs. Eight enormous demonic arms sprouted from its titanic frame.
"The Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King?" Lin Langtian recognized it at a glance.
It looked exactly like the Grand Evil Heavenly Demons that had once parasitized the three heads of Yuan Gate, save that those ones had only four arms.
This one had eight.
Moreover, even in its wounded state, its aura was horrifying. Lin Langtian could faintly feel that at full strength, it would be even more powerful than the Third King Hall.
Its strength was likely second only to the Heavenly King Hall within the Demonic Prison.
The Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King hovered in the sky and turned toward Lin Langtian. A buzzing roar like countless beasts howling at once shook the air. "Brat, the aura on you… is very strange!"
Clearly, this demon king had high intelligence. Though eyeless, it could still sense the unique Yuan-Demon Power within Lin Langtian.
"I'm nowhere near as strange as you, you hideous giant," Lin Langtian replied calmly.
"Hehe, we went through quite a lot of trouble to get him out."
Two figures slowly formed on the demon king's broad shoulder, their voices tinged with mirth.
They glanced at the battered King Halls, then let their gazes fall upon Lin Langtian, their expressions grave and wary.
The Fourth King Hall in particular looked especially complicated. Back when Lin Langtian had only been at the Reincarnation precursor stage, he had not thought much of him.
But now… this youth had become a force to be reckoned with.
"Well now, if it isn't the Fourth and Fifth King Halls. Quite the gathering," the Master of Space said with a faint smile, eyeing the pair.
Lin Langtian's own eyes narrowed.
This lineup was simply terrifying. Of the top five King Halls of the Demonic Prison, three were present.
With the newly freed Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King, there were now four peak experts comparable to those who had endured three Reincarnation Tribulations.
"We didn't have much choice. The Flame Master is no pushover. Otherwise, how could we have rescued the Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King?" the Fourth King Hall remarked.
"The one you mentioned has caught up," the Master of Space said with a smile.
Even as he spoke, the clouds on the horizon turned crimson, as if set ablaze.
A streak of fire swept toward them, and in the next instant, a blazing figure appeared above the island.
As the flames faded, the Flame Master's figure emerged.
His hair was slightly disheveled, and his face pale. Clearly, he had just gone through a grueling battle.
He glanced at the Master of Space and Lin Langtian, then sighed. "I fell for their tricks and let them free the Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King."
The Master of Space nodded. "It's fine. At least the Desolate Lord is safe."
Even as he spoke, booming laughter rolled through the heavens like thunder.
Lin Langtian turned to see a burst of purple-gold light erupt from the top of the Desolate Tower.
That purple-gold radiance flooded the sky, illuminating the sea for a thousand miles around.
"The Desolate Lord," the King Halls' eyes narrowed.
At the tip of the tower, a colossal purple-gold figure slowly emerged.
It expanded with astonishing speed until it, too, spanned ten thousand meters.
That size was nearly equal to that of the Grand Evil Heavenly Demon King.
"Haha, to walk into such a grand occasion the moment I emerge—seems I've got pretty good luck."
The purple-gold giant burst into hearty laughter, his voice stirring titanic waves over the sea. Even hurricanes seemed to form in response.
"Hmph!"
The demon king's maw rumbled with a low snort as demonic qi surged, struggling against the purple-gold radiance.
"You stubborn beast. You really are hard to kill," the Desolate Lord said, shaking his head. There was a touch of regret in his tone.
"If you hadn't cheated back then, it's not certain who would have won!" the demon king growled.
"If you're so unconvinced, we can go again right now."
The Desolate Lord snorted coldly, his massive body pulsing with boundless fighting spirit as he stared at the demon king.
"Hehe, don't be hasty. There'll be chances in the future. And when that time comes, we won't be letting any of you off so easily," the Third King Hall said with a wave.
He knew well that the demon king had just broken free of its seal and had not yet recovered.
Adding Lin Langtian's strange presence on top of that, any battle now would likely end in a stalemate. This was not the time to fight.
"When that time comes, you might not get a second chance to hide in the shadows," the Flame Master said quietly.
"Big talk, Flame Master," the Fourth King Hall replied with a cold smile, his eyes dripping with murderous malice.
"This time, I fear you'll be the ones to lose. And when you do, there will be no chance for you to rise again."
"This dimension will ultimately fall into the hands of the Yimo."
"Not necessarily," the Master of Space retorted with a snort.
The Third King Hall remained indifferent. His gaze flitted briefly over Lin Langtian and he chuckled. "We've already accomplished what we came for. We'll take our leave."
He paused, then added, "Also, consider this the start of the second Great War of Heaven and Earth. Only this time… you will be the ones to lose, hahahaha."
As his laughter faded, he flicked his sleeve. Demonic qi roared forth, swirling into a massive vortex in the sky.
The vortex spun fiercely as the Yimo King Halls stepped into it. Beneath them, the endless Yimo hordes surged upward like locusts, pouring into the vortex.
The demonic maelstrom shrank rapidly until it vanished without a trace.
With the departure of the Demonic Prison's forces, the thick demonic miasma veiling heaven and earth dispersed in an instant. Warm sunlight poured down upon Martial Gathering Island once more.
The conflict had finally drawn to a close…
(END CHAPTER)
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