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In history, there have indeed been instances where cultivators lingered too long, unwilling to part with human connections, and ultimately failed to ascend, becoming ordinary people instead—a joke that would last through the ages.
Thus, beneath the Heavenly Tree in the Sky-Connecting Forest, the demons were terrified when they saw the heavenly thunder crashing down. It was no exaggeration to say they were scared to the point of losing control.
“Father, what is happening?!” Bai Xi exclaimed, bewildered by the scene unfolding before them. There had once been a clan known for their bloodthirstiness, causing chaos across the Five Elements Continent. All ancient beings who had survived through special means were unearthed and devoured one by one. It was unclear whether this had angered the heavens or not, but divine punishment descended, wiping out that clan completely.
And their demon race had always been despised by humans; could it be that the heavens intended to eradicate them?
The Demon Empress looked up at the Divine Punishment in the void and at the massive orb of light forming in the air as a magical formation. Peering into the void, she caught sight of Zhao Yang inside and murmured, “No wonder those sounds came from Buddha's Palm Mountain; there was a lurking presence—it's him.”
Turning to address her fellow demons, she commanded, “Hurry and retrieve your magical artifacts! Do you want to destroy them all?”
Though reluctant and uncertain about what had happened to the young man within the formation, the demons knew they had no choice but to comply in the face of such overwhelming divine retribution. Not only would it be a waste to lose their artifacts—many took years to refine—but retrieving them would also serve to protect themselves.
Despite their fear, they remained composed; before the Demon Empress, panic was not an option.
Thousands of magical artifacts flew back down from the sky into their hands.
The formation shrank further until finally revealing the young man.
“He's still alive!” a Demon Cultivator shouted in disbelief, feeling that fate was unjust.
“Damn it! What a genius! I truly admire him this time!” another Demon Cultivator marveled at Zhao Yang's resilience.
The young man stood tall amidst the chaos above, his body drenched in blood. It was clear he was on the brink of collapse from being struck by thousands of magical artifacts; his clothes were tattered, and his flesh was torn with numerous wounds.
At that moment, his black hair whipped wildly in the fierce wind. Though battered and bruised, he showed no signs of fear. Instead, his eyes burned with anger, and his brows were furrowed tightly—Zhao Yang was furious.
"Do you think I will stop just because you have wronged me like this? Strike!"
With that, he raised both hands to the sky, lifting them above his head. His black hair danced wildly behind him, resembling madness, yet no one deemed him insane, for the thunder from above truly descended.
"It is the ultimate technique of the Thunder Sound Temple, suppressed by the Central Sovereign and several superpowers thousands of years ago—the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula!" At that moment, the Demon Empress recognized all of Zhao Yang's capabilities.
Those who heard this were astonished. What kind of person could create such a Cultivation Method? It was utterly beyond comprehension.
"Kid, I advise you to back down. The Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula harms both others and yourself; its power is too great and disrupts the heavens. It is beyond your current realm to control. Although it may not compare to divine punishment, its might is equally unpredictable. Be careful not to strike yourself dead!" The Demon Empress looked at Zhao Yang in the sky, offering a kind warning.
However, Zhao Yang was not swayed by her words. "You all think you're so powerful, bullying me with tens of thousands of people trying to kill me. If you have the ability, then don't help them block!"
"Hmph! What do you think you are? Speaking like this to the great Demon Empress is truly asking for death. Be careful not to play with fire and get burned!" a Demon Cultivator shouted.
"Better worry about yourselves!" Zhao Yang chuckled lightly but suddenly his expression darkened as he summoned the Nine Heavens' raging thunder to pour down. In an instant, the sky was filled with thunderous light, threatening to obliterate everything; nothing would remain.
The Demon Empress shook her head in resignation. Suddenly, her Purple Gold Imperial Robe fluttered without wind, and a powerful aura radiated from her. As a master at the Transcendence Stage Great Perfection, it would be quite embarrassing if she couldn't withstand such an attack in front of a mere Divine Transformation Stage kid—even if it was a Forbidden Technique.
There could be no mistakes allowed, so the Demon Empress employed her strongest defense. In an instant, a layer of green light surged up from the ground centered around the Heavenly Tree. Within that green glow stood what seemed like an ancient giant beast, rising majestically like a Great Demon that could open the heavens and swallow the sun and moon.
A formidable Light Barrier was erected as the Divine Punishment from the Nine Heavens struck against it. In that moment, countless screams erupted from those below; the Demon Empress had succeeded.
The reason for the screams despite their survival was that if the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula had truly struck them, they wouldn't even have had a chance to scream. The fact that they could still cry out indicated they were alive. In reality, Zhao Yang did not intend to kill; he knew that with the Demon Empress present, she would not allow harm to come to them. She had two means of protection: one was to stop Zhao Yang when he initiated his attack; the other was passive defense.
However, it was clear that the Demon Empress did not wish to stop Zhao Yang because she was powerful and confident. She wanted to witness firsthand just how strong the rumored most powerful Divine Punishment attack could be—how terrifying it truly was—and she longed for that experience.
As expected, the Demon Empress nearly completely blocked the attack of the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula. A trace of lightning energy passed through her defenses and struck some of the demons but did not cause fatal harm; instead, it allowed them to experience firsthand the terror of thunder and what it felt like to be struck by lightning.
The power of the lightning vanished in an instant, and the world returned to clarity. The sun shone brightly, and the shade of the Heavenly Tree remained lush, with only a few branches broken and fallen.
Only Bai Xi noticed that the Demon Empress's palm was smeared. The Demon Empress hid her hand behind her back, smiling as she looked up at the sky. Zhao Yang's charred body fell from above, almost completely unclothed, his skin a healthy shade of yellow and very clean. Many Demonesses immediately shouted out, calling him a rogue, covering their faces in embarrassment.
However, while they covered their faces, they secretly lifted their heads to observe the handsome young man's body, making soft sounds of admiration.
"Hey, Junior Sister, isn't it tiring to tilt your head like that?" asked a seemingly foolish Robust Young Demon beside the girl.
The Demon Girl frowned, seemingly disturbed by the interruption of her enjoyment. She glared at the young man and pinched him hard on the backside, causing him to yelp in pain.
Such scenes occurred frequently among the crowd, with some Demonesses even bleeding from their noses upon catching sight of a certain part of Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang couldn't believe it; his own technique had left him charred on the outside but tender on the inside. He was completely exposed now—what a disgrace! Fortunately, he had no hidden ailments or anything particularly embarrassing about himself; instead, it made some of the Demon Clan Youth feel somewhat inferior.
"If only mine were as big as his," one of the Demon Clan Youth muttered quietly to himself.
Bang!
Zhao Yang crashed heavily to the ground, dazed and confused. Just before losing consciousness, he managed to say, "Please help me put my clothes on."
As everyone thought he had been knocked out cold, he struggled once more and added, "Don't touch me, thank you."
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