I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2743 - 1264: Black Fly Demon God (Part 2)

From beneath Su Ziluo’s feet, Tu Ming’s voice boomed, and then the earth erupted as he ascended, treading upon spectral flames. Following the monumental clash between the righteous and demonic factions in the East Continent, Tu Ming had unleashed another ghost fetus. His intention was to activate the ancient restriction within Su Ziluo’s very being, a pact to forcibly return her essence to the Evil Spirit Disk. Yet, no reaction whatsoever occurred.

If her physical form was indeed lost, then it stood to reason why the ritual failed.

"Congratulations to Ming Zun on your glorious resurrection, ascending once more to the Spirit Transformation Stage."

With Tu Ming materializing before her, Su Ziluo managed a strained smile, her plea for clemency beginning.

"Who dared to slay my ghost fetus?"

Despite the chilling aura emanating from him, Tu Ming paused his assault on Su Ziluo, electing instead to inquire.

Though a certainty resided in his mind, he desired personal confirmation.

"It was the Sect Master..." Without any hesitation, Su Ziluo recounted the events at the ancient ruins. "At that time, the Light Saint Envoy and I were acting under your command to engage the Sect Master... Yi Yuan Taoist Child. Although he had only recently advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, his power was unparalleled beneath the Divinity Transformation realm. The Light Saint Envoy met his demise, and my physical body was sundered, compelling your ghost fetus to manifest prematurely. However, your ghost fetus proved no match for him..."

"Preposterous! My ghost fetus, meticulously nurtured within the Evil Spirit Disk, a progeny of Huangquan itself, is indomitable within its own cultivation realm. It must have been you, you treacherous woman, in league with that scoundrel Chen Guixian, who eliminated it while it lay dormant." Tu Ming’s voice thundered, cutting her off, identifying what he perceived as a flaw in her narrative and rectifying the perceived untruth.

"I swear, Ming Zun, that the demise of your ghost fetus was solely the work of the Sect Master. I had absolutely no part in it!" Desperate to preserve her life, Su Ziluo raised her hand, making her oath.

"You deceitful hag, you still dare to lie to me!" Tu Ming’s fury ignited, erupting with noxious Huangquan Yin Qi. A terrifying phantom of a Fierce Ghost materialized, its spectral hand piercing the very fabric of space, obliterating the Primordial True Qi surrounding Su Ziluo and crushing her against the earth.

"Ming Zun, what I speak... is the absolute truth, devoid of any... falsehood..." Su Ziluo choked out, her struggles intensifying as the ghostly claw constricted her throat.

However, Tu Ming harbored no desire to witness her final oath.

For if she were to swear, the bedrock of his ghost fetus's invincibility would crumble irrevocably.

As long as Su Ziluo refrained from swearing, he could cling to the delusion that this treacherous woman, in collusion with the Eastern Wilderness Qing Emperor, had employed nefarious tactics to destroy his most potent ghost fetus, thereby preserving his invincible Dao Heart.

"You failed in safeguarding my ghost fetus; your transgression is beyond pardon. I shall dispatch you to Huangquan first. But rest assured, it shall not be long before all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Five Elements Sect and Yi Yuan Dao Palace join your company. And finally, your precious Chen Guixian shall meet his end at my own hand..." To silence Su Ziluo’s potentially shattering words, Tu Ming’s spectral claw clamped firmly over her mouth.

Then, the Fierce Ghost behind Tu Ming raised its limb, its digit elongating into a long, thick iron needle, precisely aimed at Su Ziluo’s head, poised to pierce her form from crown to sole in a display of utmost cruelty.

"Esteemed Daoist, I can vouch for the veracity of Elder Su’s testimony."

At that critical juncture, a voice from the heavens, causing Tu Ming’s expression to contort, echoed forth. A resplendent golden Sword Light descended instantaneously, severing the two spectral claws that held Su Ziluo captive.

Yet, the Fierce Ghost looming behind Tu Ming sprouted a third spectral claw, sweeping upwards from the ground, intent on striking Su Ziluo.

A blinding radiance, akin to a miniature sun, erupted from the Haotian Mirror, its brilliant light permeating the canyon, piercing through the darkness.

Tu Ming’s pride, his Netherworld Avatar, under the incandescent glow of the Haotian Mirror, began to dissipate like ink dissolving in pristine water, its form continuously diluted and vanishing.

The third spectral claw, before it could reach Su Ziluo, unraveled into wisps of black smoke.

"What manner of cultivation technique is this!?"

Stunned into disbelief, Tu Ming was compelled to deploy his ultimate trump card. A jade disk, intricately etched with eighteen edges and lined with deep black, materialized behind his head. It formed a colossal black sphere, plunging half the canyon into shadow, desperately attempting to counter the brilliance of the Haotian Mirror.

"This is the very cultivation technique that extinguished your ghost fetus."

Chen Mobai’s Second Primeval Spirit declared, his Primordial Yang Sword expertly maneuvered as he positioned himself before Su Ziluo, directly confronting Tu Ming.

"Sect Master, save me! I did not betray you..."

The instant Chen Mobai appeared, Su Ziluo, now freed from the spectral claw’s grasp, immediately knelt behind him, prostrating herself repeatedly in explanation and supplication.

Chen Mobai regarded her prior actions with a measure of satisfaction.

Under such dire circumstances, any cultivator would understandably falter when faced with the power of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Three gentle tolls of the Morning Bell near Su Ziluo’s ear sent ripples of unseen sound waves, causing dark Qi to surge from her orifices. This Qi briefly formed a phantom ghost head before dissipating under the Haotian Mirror’s radiant illumination.

Freed at last from the spell of the Enslaving God and Controlling Spirit Talisman, Su Ziluo felt a profound clarity descend upon her heart and mind. It was as if a great weight had been lifted, filling her with immense delight.

"Thank you, Sect Master, thank you, Sect Master..." she offered a deep and respectful salute to Chen Mobai. He, however, simply waved his hand, drawing her into his Law Domain.

While Tu Ming possessed meager strength, further countered by his Pure Yang Scroll, Chen Mobai deemed it prudent to shield Su Ziluo, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, from the impending Magic Duel to ensure her safety.

"Chen Guixian!"

Tu Ming’s gaze fixed upon Chen Mobai, who stood before him clad in golden Magic Artifact, his eyes burning with palpable hatred.

He mused that if his ghost fetus had remained intact, he would not have squandered a century endeavoring to return to Spirit Transformation with the aid of the Hell Disk. Had that century not been wasted, he was confident he could have rivaled the venerable Master of the Central Demonic Path.

In such a scenario, the emergence of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the subsequent re-manifestation of the Disk of Life and Death would not have fallen under the dominion of the Central Demonic Path’s Master.

"Fellow Daoist, it was indeed I alone who extinguished your ghost fetus back then. Elder Su bore witness and subsequently pledged allegiance to righteousness. Her testimony is truthful."

Chen Mobai clarified the situation for Su Ziluo, affirming the veracity of her statement.

"Silence!"

Tu Ming roared in fury, utterly unwilling to entertain this so-called truth. He remained convinced that the wretch before him had colluded with Su Ziluo, employing deceitful tactics to eradicate his most potent ghost fetus.

Even as they exchanged words, Tu Ming had already initiated the activation of the Hell Disk, summoning forth his most formidable Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar.

"If you are unwilling to engage in reason, then I shall resort to speaking with my sword!"

Chen Mobai expressed his disappointment at Tu Ming’s obstinate irrationality.

Despite holding the esteemed position of the East Continent’s Demonic Path Master, Tu Ming, prior to reaching Spirit Transformation, still maintained a degree of resilience. During the conflict between the righteous and demonic factions, Chen Mobai lamented his inability to achieve a sufficient cultivation level to directly duel this titanic demonic figure.

Following their initial encounter, Chen Mobai had foreseen their eventual confrontation.

Alas, the reality of facing him in person fell far short of the fearsome reputation he carried!

He resembled a cornered, rabid beast, utterly devoid of the dignified bearing expected of a Demonic Path Master.

Meanwhile, Tu Ming’s Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar underwent a complete evolution, bolstered by the formidable power of the Hell Disk.

A cacophony of buzzing sounds ensued!

Accompanied by a disorienting screech, from the shadowy depths of the canyon, swarms of countless black flies erupted. They descended like a torrent, devouring the Haotian Mirror’s light, appearing as though myriad needles were piercing its divine radiance.

In mere moments, the canyon’s shadow, initially covering only half its area, expanded to engulf nearly eighty percent, as these innumerable black flies relentlessly consumed the available light.

"What sort of demonic path divine skill is this!?"

Chen Mobai watched in utter astonishment at this spectacle.

Within the entirety of the Tianhe Realm, among the eighteen established demonic sects, no technique remotely resembling this had ever been documented.

"This is the innate divine ability of the Black Fly Demon God, a being who transcended Ascendance eons ago. It was the very first fly to exist in this world. Even the Generation Emperor once suffered its blood-draining assault. Since you have come seeking your demise today, I shall dispatch you to the depths of Huangquan first!"

Tu Ming, employing this as a minor warm-up, unraveled the Haotian Mirror’s obliterating glory, the same power that had vanquished his Fierce Ghost Avatar. A measure of reassurance slowly crept into his demeanor.