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Is it really a demon?
Many disciples of the Jade Void Sect, reminded by Gan Yuan, expressed their disbelief as they gazed at Tian Zai, a creature that radiated warmth on one side and coldness on the other. Everyone felt an uncomfortable tension, a kind of indescribable irritation.
Ling Chanzi continued to chant the Heart Sutra, observing the monster that was Tian Zai. The creature's form was half illuminated, resembling a human but grotesquely stretched beyond recognition. Its other half was a dark mass, from which a massive protrusion akin to a bone spur jutted out from its back. The knees and legs bore similar barbs, though not as large as those of Bu Luo. The half of its face could hardly be called a face; it was smooth black skeletal structure extending down to its mouth, which resembled a skull's grimace. It lacked eyes, nose, or eyebrows, presenting an aesthetic that was utterly alien to normal human perception.
This deformed monster was now extending its skeletal-like legs, absorbing the darkness that obscured half the sky. Inhabiting this black domain were insects struggling against the creature's body, yet they offered no resistance and gradually merged into it.
Occasionally, one could glimpse those terrifying multi-legged insects attempting to escape from the creature's form, creating a scene that was hard to bear.
Is this truly a demon? Ling Chanzi murmured after witnessing such a monstrosity.
The creature that Bu Luo Tian had become seemed to hear Ling Chanzi's words and let out a roar that resonated with everyone present. That chilling sound amplified all sorts of thoughts within people's hearts. Those who felt fear faced immense trials once more, while those with steadfast hearts became even more resolute in their beliefs, some even turning into obsessions.
Some fled in panic, others stared defiantly at the monster; some sought to aid their injured comrades while others aimed to strike down the beast. Countless cultivators made myriad choices in the split second following the monster's roar—time manifested in countless forms.
It is Yuan Shi, Heavenly Demon.
One body, two voices: the light side emitted the voice of Yuan Shi while the dark side spoke as Heavenly Demon. The simultaneous utterance of these two voices created an unsettling dissonance that magnified every thought in people's minds—whether good or bad—resulting in the chaotic scene unfolding before them.
Upon hearing those seemingly unrelated terms, the pupils of two Mahayana Practitioners in the sky constricted as if they recalled something terrifying. Even one of them struggled to maintain grip on their staff as they murmured: How could this be?
Just then, an intensified obsession from a Foundation Establishment Period Cultivator in the east raised their spear with all their might and charged towards Tian Zai—the creature that called itself Primordial Celestial Demon—determined to slay it head-on without hesitation.
The Moth, drawn to the flame, met its demise before it could reach the monster. It was silently devoured by the black insect that had appeared behind the cultivator, and even the spirit spear in its leg vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.
Cackling echoed through the air, causing a chill to settle in everyone's hearts. The sight of two Mahayana Practitioners in the sky, who had yet to move against the threat, deepened Gan Yuan's unease. He turned to Ling Chanzi, hoping for a solution to deal with Tian Zai's monster. However, Ling Chanzi stood frozen in place, as if stunned, his lips no longer reciting the sutras he had been chanting moments before.
Gan Yuan felt a wave of despair wash over him. He regretted not fleeing alongside that other fellow. As he lamented Gu Na's swift escape, another Mahayana Practitioner joined the fray, and the three began to encircle the terrifying creature in the sky.
Gan Yuan glanced at Leng Gucun nearby and noticed a shattered jade pendant lying at his feet. His heart sank further; it seemed their Moon River Sect's Mahayana Practitioner had arrived. With three Mahayana Practitioners attacking one monster, there was a glimmer of hope. His anxious heart began to settle.
The three Mahayana Practitioners intentionally drew the battlefield away from the ground, engaging the Primordial Celestial Demon amidst the raging winds to minimize damage below.
Even so, those on the ground could see the battle unfolding in the skies above. The fierce winds buffeted the cultivators, sending them reeling. Soon after, heavy rain began to pour down, drenching everyone like a flock of drowned chickens.
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