"Chen Qingmo is Zhenyang?!"
"No, Li Tian and Chen Qingmo are both Zhenyang!"
"It should be Zhenyang's Demon Embryo, right?"
"My god, is this real?"
"So the Zhenyang Sect has been controlled by a single Ghost for five hundred years?"
"Sect Leader Chen, say something, is it true or not?"
After listening to Black Phoenix's furious, mournful account, the cultivators below were all stunned.
What they heard today was simply too bizarre, impossible to accept.
After all, the Zhenyang Sect is the Leader of the Righteous Path in this world, revered by countless cultivators.
If the scenes in the Colorful Bone and what Black Phoenix said are true, then the faith in many people's hearts is about to collapse.
Someone even shouted loudly at Chen Qingmo, hoping he would deny it.
Chen Qingmo was surrounded in mid-air. He lowered his head in silence for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed to the sky.
His laughter was as sharp as a Ghost's wail, completely stripped of its previous gentle scholarly air, sounding downright chilling.
Some cultivators with slightly lower cultivation were actually shaken to the ground by that laughter, unable to move.
"Th-this is…"
Then, under the horrified gaze of countless cultivators, the entire Jianxian City was shrouded in billowing black qi.
"What kind of evil technique is this?"
"Such dense Supreme Yin Qi—this is on par with a million Yin Souls!"
"Could Sect Leader Chen really be Zhenyang's residual soul in disguise?!"
"Sect Leader Chen, what on earth is going on? Huh?!"
There were still cultivators who could not believe what was before their eyes, shouting up at Chen Qingmo—only to be seized by a mass of black qi the next instant and dragged toward him!
At the same time, an unknown number of cultivators throughout Jianxian City were grabbed by the black qi and all flew toward Chen Qingmo.
Amid a cacophony of unbearably shrill screams, the flesh and blood of those seized by the black qi were devoured clean while they were still mid-air.
Those clumps of black qi, wrapped around the cultivators' flesh and souls, all surged into Chen Qingmo's body.
"Hehehe…"
Within that hair-raising, uncanny laughter, Chen Qingmo finally lifted his head—but his face was already rotten beyond recognition, tendrils of black qi coursing across that horrific ruined visage.
"Heavens!"
"His whole body is already rotting!"
"Look at his face—he's not Chen Qingmo, he's… Zhenyang!"
Black qi filled Jianxian City; high above, the once-handsome, refined man's entire body had decayed, his carrion face twisted into pure ferocity and distortion.
But many older cultivators could still recognize that this was Zhenyang!
At this moment, Zhenyang's putrid face turned its eyes, looking at Qiu Zhihe, Su Xin, and Wu Yiren. His black lips wriggled as he let out a sharp, rasping sound:
"Cyan Lotus, Xin'Er, Yiren… you're all my daughters. Don't you want to help your father complete his residual soul and restore his body?"
Wu Yiren's eyes were blood-red as she shouted, "You tricked Mother, drove her to despair and suicide. Today I'll definitely kill you and avenge her!"
Su Xin's eyes grew moist, as if unwilling, and she sighed:
"Sect Leader, what you've done is already intolerable to Heaven and Earth. Turn back."
Tantai Mingyue stood beside her daughter, long sword in hand. "Senior Brother Sect Leader, you can't escape anymore. Stop slaughtering the living!"
Qiu Zhihe's voice carried the chill of ten thousand-year icebergs, and her gaze toward Zhenyang was filled with scorn:
"Zhenyang, you're not worthy of Sheng Tanglian, and you're even less worthy of being my father!"
"Hahahahaha!" Zhenyang threw his head back in狂笑:
"Fine, fine—since you're all so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
In a flash, the black qi pervading Jianxian City transformed into countless black Immortal Swords, shooting toward the crowd!
Qiu Zhihe let out a cold snort, fingers weaving as Heaven and Earth trembled. A gigantic array appeared in the sky.
Within the array, countless flying swords howled as they shot downward, colliding with the rain of black Immortal Swords in a series of thunderous booms.
For a time the earth shook and mountains swayed, and many early-period Nascent Soul cultivators could barely keep their footing, staring in horror at the apocalyptic scene in the sky.
"The Ten Thousand Swords Array?!"
"The Saintess can actually form the Ten Thousand Swords Array in an instant?"
"Such divine power—this is unheard of through the ages!"
"With the Ten Thousand Swords Array unleashed, she's invincible below Divinity Transformation!"
Yet this invincible Ten Thousand Swords Array was only barely holding back Zhenyang's black Immortal Swords. Zhenyang sneered:
"Daughter, your talent already rivals your mother's. But like her, your heart is too soft."
"You got pregnant for your husband's sake, and now your spiritual power is down to less than seventy percent. Today you won't be able to stop me!"
The cultivators below turned pale:
"The Saintess actually lost much of her strength because of pregnancy?"
"This Demon Embryo is so terrifying—if even the Saintess can't beat him, who can still stop him?"
"Tch! You shameless old bastard, this granny's still here! Eat my hammer!"
A tall, crimson figure dropped from the sky, a massive hammer in her hand crackling with lightning. The entire firmament turned into the shape of that hammer, descending to suppress Zhenyang.
At the same time, a Fairy in a Liuxian Skirt, her expression icy, swung her Immortal Sword in an utterly plain stroke—yet that one strike split this portion of the sky with cracks.
The sky hammer and the sword light reached Zhenyang in the blink of an eye.
"Su Hongling, Ye Xiyue, you're courting death!"
Zhenyang shrieked as countless strands of black qi coiled around the hammer and sword light. Then two more masses of black qi formed into gigantic black swords, stabbing separately toward Su Hongling and Ye Xiyue!
Their faces changed slightly as they quickly raised their bare hands to block.
With two bangs, Su Hongling and Ye Xiyue were both blasted back several dozen zhang by the black swords.
"Damn! What the hell is this crap?!"
Su Hongling's cheeks turned a shade pale. She tried to summon her hammer back, but found it had been tightly ensnared by countless strands of black qi, unable to break free for the moment.
At that moment, two more masses of black qi surged out, transforming into two black swords that again flew toward Su Hongling and Ye Xiyue!
"Is this black qi truly endless?"
"Fairy Su is in danger!"
"Fairy Xiyue!"
Su Hongling and Ye Xiyue's magical artifacts were all entangled; they'd just blocked one strike bare-handed, and with new strength yet to rise, could only watch as those black swords brimming with murderous aura flew toward their faces.
Boom!
A burly, towering figure suddenly appeared in front of Su Hongling. His muscles bulged, his body swelling as he took the black sword's strike head-on with his fleshly body!
On the other side, Tantai Mingyue, Su Xin, and Ming Hu struck together, blocking the other black sword for Ye Xiyue.
Su Hongling's eyes widened as she stared at that sturdy back:
"Wow, Qin Gengyun, you're really tough!"
Then she glared at Ming Hu, who was standing in front of Ye Xiyue:
"Ming Hu, you actually saved Ye Xiyue and not me?!"
The rough, burly Ming Hu glanced at Su Xin beside him and said weakly:
"Junior Sister, I wasn't trying to save Ye Xiyue, I was worried about Junior Sister Su."
Ye Xiyue snorted coldly, clearly feeling insulted, while Su Xin's face flushed red as she glared at Ming Hu:
"Senior Brother Ming, you're being far too forward!"
Ming Hu looked utterly baffled, while the cultivators below all clicked their tongues in amazement:
"In one breath he offended three Fairies at once—Ming Hu truly is a legend!"
"Hehehe, you think numbers can stop me?!"
Zhenyang let out a piercing screech, and the black qi blanketing all of Jianxian City once more transformed into countless black swords, turning into a sword rain that attacked everyone indiscriminately!