The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 92 Phantom Step

Yun Weiyang straightened her left hand, with black lightning crackling and leaping at her fingertips; she threw away the broken sword in her right hand, and a celestial sword light condensed in her palm, white light flickering uncertainly within her hand.

With a smile on her face, Yun Weiyang leaped up like a bird taking flight, her white robe billowing in the wind as she shot away with lightning speed.

A ghostly afterimage flashed by, like a rainbow soaring through the sky, a thunderbolt flashing, its speed reaching its limit. Before the two demonic sect disciples could react, Yun Weiyang had already appeared beside them.

Divine Refinement Technique: Phantom Step.

A bolt of dark purple lightning struck down, and a disciple whose body had just been half-demonized, half of his body covered in black scales, was struck from head to toe by the lightning. His body exploded into two charred corpses, without even having time to scream.

The other disciple had just condensed his divine power, a ball of black flame still flickering in his palm, when a bloody hole exploded in his chest.

The disciple looked down at the hole in his chest, his face filled with resentment, and slowly collapsed.

"drink!"

A disciple in black shouted, and demonic energy condensed out of thin air, transforming into a pitch-black coffin that imprisoned Yun Weiyang inside.

The inner walls of the coffin were covered with cursed runes, and the demonic energy transformed into a dense aura of death, like countless sharp swords piercing towards Yun Weiyang from all directions.

Yun Weiyang's body trembled, and endless white light bloomed around her. Strands of formless silk surged out from her body, intertwining and entwining around her body, transforming into a flawless celestial robe that she wore.

The celestial robes were as white as snow, flawless and flowing, like the feathered garments of immortals. When the deathly sword light struck, it was as if it had cut into cotton, easily shaken off by the white light flowing on the celestial robes, leaving not even a trace.

Yun Weiyang's swords shone brightly, her left hand wielding the black-purple Three Lives Chaos Blade, and her right hand the silver-white White Dragon Heaven-Piercing Sword. The two blades crossed, and she suddenly tore them apart to the sides.

With a loud crash, the coffin was torn apart from the inside, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions. The fragments of demonic energy burned and dissipated in mid-air.

The flawless heavenly robe suddenly expanded, transforming into countless threads that fell from the sky like a white waterfall, trapping the last two disciples who wanted to escape within it. The threads intertwined to form a cage, binding them tightly.

The two disciples looked terrified, and their magical weapons frantically bombarded the silk threads, but they were repelled the moment they made contact, unable to damage the cage in the slightest.

Yun Weiyang looked at the two people in front of her who were filled with fear and smiled.

"You risk your lives for Yin Xuanling, what reward does he give you? Magical treasures? Spirit stones? Or can he help you condense your Golden Core?"

The two remained silent, staring intently at Yun Weiyang, their eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Yun Weiyang shook her head and asked no more questions. A sword light rose from her palm, a white dragon roared, and the sword light, like a waterfall, devoured the two disciples.

The white light faded, blood splattered on the ground, and two wounded corpses lay in the grave mound.

Yun Weiyang squatted beside the corpse of the last disciple, placed her right hand on his head, a flash of eerie light appeared, the corpse trembled slightly, and his soul was extracted, turning into a wisp of black smoke that disappeared into Yun Weiyang's palm.

The memories of the seven people flowed into Yun Weiyang's consciousness like seven turbid rivers. With her eyes closed, Yun Weiyang browsed through them for a moment.

As expected, these seven people had already had demonic seeds planted in their bodies by Yin Xuanling, and their lives were no longer in their own hands. From the moment they stepped into the Demon Abyss, their fate was already sealed. They had hesitated and felt unwilling, but with demonic seeds in their bodies, they had no right to resist Yin Xuanling, who had already condensed his golden core, nor did they have the right to refuse his orders.

Yun Weiyang stood up, withdrew her right hand, stepped over the burial mound, and continued walking forward.

At the edge of the wasteland, an abandoned town came into view.

The town was small, only a few miles in circumference, but it had been abandoned for countless years. The city walls had long since collapsed, leaving only sections of broken foundations covered with withered vines. Most of the houses in the town had collapsed, and the ruins cast messy shadows in the dim light, like tombstones. The streets were covered with pebbles and tiles, and weeds sprouted from the cracks, growing taller than a person, rustling in the wind like countless people whispering.

Occasionally, a few crows would perch on the collapsed beams, tilting their heads to sized up the visitors, emitting harsh cries that echoed through the empty ruins, sounding particularly jarring.

Yun Weiyang was not surprised by this and walked towards the city. Before coming, he had a general understanding of the Demon Abyss from Li Qinghe.

The Demon Abyss itself should also be a grotto-world with a mysterious origin. Originally, there were living beings, towns, villages, and people in the Demon Abyss. Later, the demonic energy in the Demon Abyss became more and more concentrated and domineering, eroding all living beings day and night. Even demonic cultivators could not withstand being in such an environment for a long time, let alone mortals.

Later, almost all the creatures in the Demon Abyss died out. Even those that remained were transformed into twisted demons by the erosion of demonic energy, such as the vengeful ghost he had killed before.

Yun Weiyang walked into a half-collapsed house. The room was simply furnished with a wooden table, a wooden chair, and dusty pottery jars and porcelain bowls in the corner.

Yun Weiyang reached out and picked up a porcelain bowl from the table. The moment her fingers touched the rim, the bowl turned to dust, which fell through her fingers. She picked up a pottery jar, and the same thing happened. These objects had decayed to the extreme under the erosion of time, and could not even withstand the force of touching them.

This town has been abandoned for who knows how many years.

Yun Weiyang passed through the town and continued walking southwest.

According to his own calculations, he arrived in the northeast of the Demon Abyss, while the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree was in the very center of the Demon Abyss. There was still a considerable distance between his location and the center, and even traveling day and night at his current speed would take several days.

However, Yun Weiyang was not in a hurry.

Although the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree is located in the center of the Demon Abyss, the Heavenly Demon Eyes are not so easy to obtain. The Blood Tree is guarded by demonic beasts, and ordinary people are no match for those beasts. Not to mention that there are dozens of demonic disciples who have entered the Demon Abyss, from various sects and factions, who are scheming against each other, and no one will easily let others get their hands on the three Heavenly Demon Eyes.

With demonic energy rising beneath her feet, Yun Weiyang slowly flew forward at a low speed.

The land was barren, the sky was gloomy, and not a blade of grass grew on the desolate plains. The black soil emitted a faint stench of decay. Occasionally, a fierce ghost would dart through the distant barren mountains, disappearing in a flash, like a gray shadow.

There was no sun or moon in the sky, only a layer of grayish-white clouds that would never dissipate, shrouding the entire world in an eternal twilight.

The Abyss of Demons feels extremely oppressive, as if the entire world is silently rejecting the living.

three days later.

Yun Weiyang was flying across a rocky beach when she suddenly turned to look east.