Grasping the Evil-Chapter 947: The Third Eye

Ning Fan held a three-foot-long sword upside down, stepping out of the void to appear before a hundred thousand ancient corpses.

The sword in his hand, entirely fiery red, was a Twelve Nirvana Immortal Sword, demanded from the Eye Orb Monster to perform the Human-Sword Annihilates Life technique.

The Twelve Nirvana Immortal Sword alone wasn’t enough to cause fear among the hundred thousand ancient corpses, but the pale moon sword beam it emitted was enough to chill any ancient corpse to the bone.

This was the Chaotic Ancient Ultimate Study—Human-Sword Annihilates Life, designed to sever the lives of immortal creatures in the world!

The inheritor of Ancient Chaos... so it’s the inheritor of Ancient Chaos... I see...

Yin Mo’s expression grew even more solemn, as if in an instant, he understood many things.

No wonder so many ancient corpses had mysteriously fallen before; it turned out to be the work of the inheritor of Ancient Chaos!

Yin Mo was an evil corpse cleaved by the Immortal Emperor, possessing part of the undead memory, and would certainly know the terror of the Human-Sword Annihilates Life.

The Immortal Emperor roamed throughout his life, undefeated among peers of the Immortal Emperor, relying on his undying and immortal body, even the Desolate Saint couldn’t kill him. Such a mighty figure once succumbed to the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor...

The more powerful the immortal creature, the more they feared the power of the Human-Sword Annihilates Life, even mighty Immortal Emperor was no exception.

Today, though there are a hundred thousand immortal ancient corpses acting as protectors, in front of the Human-Sword Annihilates Life, it might be a one-sword solution.

"Interesting, I didn’t expect the first clash of the Ying Que Great Calamity to have the right eye prevail... hehe, finding the inheritor of Ancient Chaos to assist is enough to curb the immortal power within me. Unfortunately, my power isn’t limited to just one kind of immortal power... Right eye, can you surprise me more..."

After the initial surprise, Yin Mo’s expression returned to indifference. He knew that most likely the hundred thousand ancient corpses would die at Ning Fan’s hand with one strike, but he did not mind.

Roar!

The hundred thousand ancient corpses let out a collective corpse roar, even though they feared Ning Fan’s death-severing might, they instinctively attacked him fiercely.

Those roars, savage as beasts, though not in human language, inexplicably carried a mournful emotion, enough to move one’s heart.

One could hear, even... enough to see...

Ning Fan closed his eyes, as if he could hear the soul sounds of these ancient corpses that had lingered in the mountains and seas for millions of years, echoing endlessly.

Within his Dantian, the God-Extinguishing Shield bizarrely emitted threads of immortal power, creating a peculiar resonance between Ning Fan and the heavens and earth here.

In his mind, at this very moment, scenes from ancient times truly emerged!

Once upon a time, the Immortal Emperor, amidst billions of stars, cleaved an evil corpse, naming it Yin Mo.

"Evil corpse, I want you to make a promise. Promise me, accompany me, to guard the Purple Dou Star-River through endless lifetimes."

On that day, Yin Mo knelt before the undead, making a vow to the Immortal Emperor.

"The Zidou Rank Immortals above, the lower cultivator Yin Mo, born from the Emperor’s cutting of evil, ought to inherit the Emperor’s will. Though an evil corpse, I will act with dignity, worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of Purple Dou. In future lives, to live as Purple Dou lives, to die as Purple Dou dies. If this vow is broken, may Heaven and men unite to slay me!"

In the countless years that followed, Yin Mo’s cultivation grew higher and higher, replacing the undead to guard the border of the Zi Dou Immortal Domain—Nether Dust Sea.

There, the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign spent countless years setting up a world-protecting great formation. As long as this formation was intact, even some Fourth Step cultivators couldn’t forcefully enter the Zi Dou Immortal Domain.

That day, a red sun suddenly rose from the Nether Dust Sea, and a man holding a red horsetail whisk stepped out from the sun.

The man’s appearance, no one could see clearly, as if no one could spy his visage in this world unless he allowed it!

The man, clad in a fiery red feather cloak, walked step by step towards Yin Mo, and the cities he passed all turned into ruins, dissipating into dust.

"I need you to help me accomplish one thing... Once done, I will bestow upon you the Taicang Lineage, granting you an opportunity to rise above the Third World."

If someone else had said that to Yin Mo, he would certainly not believe it.

But the man in red before him was the only formidable figure Yin Mo could look up to; his promise certainly wouldn’t be deceitful.

That day, Yin Mo opened the world-protecting great formation of the Nether Dust Sea, and countless Dust Realm cultivators, led by the man in red, charged into the Zi Dou Immortal Domain.

That day, Yin Mo decisively turned coat, wielding the Slaughter Blade against the billion Purple Astral Immortal Cultivators under him.

When the flames of war spread throughout the Purple Dou Star-River, when the reports of battle reached the Undying Demon Palace, the Immortal Emperor slammed the table in rage, hurrying towards the Nether Dust Sea.

He wanted to personally execute the traitor who violated his oath and invited foreign enemies!

But, it was too late. After Yin Mo’s defection, he had already escaped into the Dust Realm, seeking refuge under the wings of the Taicang Calamity Spirit; killing him was as hard as climbing to heaven.

In his fury, the Immortal Emperor traversed the Nether Dust Sea, charging into the Dust Realm, only to slay this defector, but in vain, as he was suppressed by the Taicang Calamity Spirit, dismembered beneath Mount Jiuli...

Later, the Zi Dou Immortal Domain fell into the flames of war. Later... Yin Mo became the Ninth Generation Savage God of the Barbarian Clan.

Stepping over the corpses of his companions, he gained the favor of the Taicang Calamity Spirit, but soon after, he mysteriously disappeared during a closed-door meditation.

Few knew, it was the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign with his last strength, who captured this fiend and suppressed him within the Ninefold Celestial Towers...

Each scene was so fragmented, yet contained so many ancient secrets, lingering among the mountains and seas.

Ning Fan is not a saint; he does not possess the ability to see through the ancient and future, but through his remarkable understanding of the Shanhai Curse, he managed to somewhat achieve this feat.

Kill Yin Mo!

Kill this traitor!

If this abomination is not killed, it will be hard to assuage the wrath of the annihilated Zidou Realm people!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The soul sounds of a hundred thousand ancient corpses linger between the mountains and seas, none without overwhelming hatred for Yin Mo.

They yearn to kill Yin Mo, to pay tribute to the countless Purple Astral Immortal Cultivators, yet it’s lamentable that even their corpses have become Yin Mo’s puppets.

The soul sounds of a hundred thousand ancient corpses, the sorrow like fallen leaves at autumn’s end, fell piece by piece onto Ning Fan’s heart.

Ning Fan ultimately is not a true Purple Dou Immortal Cultivator, and it is difficult for him to personally experience the grief of these cultivators losing their country and home. The only thing he can do is to bid farewell to these martyrs...

Ten, hundred, thousand... More and more pale moon sword beams surround Ning Fan, and their number eventually reached tens of millions.

With the blessing of millions of Life-Slaying Sword Qi, Ning Fan’s aura completely surpassed the boundaries of the second step, reaching the third step!

What is this feeling... it’s indescribable... Ning Fan’s figure is unprecedentedly ethereal, and his eyes carry the might of heaven and earth, indifferent to the point of having no trace of emotion.

That gaze... it’s like viewing all things as sacrificial dogs, unable to stir any interest!

His body begins to emit severe pain, as if it’s about to succumb to such power, on the verge of collapse.

Ning Fan believes that if not for his cultivation skyrocketing and the protection of the Heaven-Opening Artifact, he would absolutely not withstand the current might of ten thousand sword beams!

If he was his previous self... he would be directly counter-shocked to death by this supreme sword might!

Crack, crack, crack...

The Twelve Nirvana Immortal Sword in his hand seems unable to bear such intensity of sword beams and begins to produce cracks.

Ning Fan slowly swings the Immortal Sword; the action is extremely slow, yet in the eyes of any ancient corpse, it carries an indescribable coldness.

Danger... very dangerous, what level of sword technique is this! It has absolutely surpassed the scope of the second step!

One after another, the silhouettes of ancient corpses charging at Ning Fan are blocked by an invisible sword might a thousand zhang away, unable to approach further.

The hundred thousand ancient corpses surround Ning Fan in the center, where within a radius of a thousand zhang, a true vacuum circle has formed.

Sword as circle... the trajectory of the sword cannot pick out even the slightest flaw, reaching complete success...

The perfect Sword Dao that countless Sword Cultivators arduously pursue is casually slashed out by Ning Fan at this moment...

Crack, crack, crack...

The Immortal Sword is on the verge of breaking, and at this moment, Ning Fan wielded this unreproducible sword!

As this sword falls, the entire world seems to transform into a circle, pale moon sword beams flow like water, flowing past the sides of each ancient corpse. Wherever it passes, each ancient corpse equivalent to an Immortal Venerable, without exception, turns to ashes, being shattered into dust by the supreme sword intent in an instant.

Unable to resist, unbeatable! Thirteen breaths pass, and the hundred thousand ancient corpses here are all turned to ashes.

Ning Fan can no longer withstand the might of this sword. Under the ghost mask, his complexion is pale, and blood oozes from the corners of his lips, showing that he suffered a severe backlash. As for the Immortal Sword in his hand, with a crack, it completely broke into countless iron pieces scattered across the ground.

"Good job, brat! The extinction of a hundred thousand ancient corpses means that Yin Mo must die today!" The Eye Orb Monster laughed heartily.

"Is that so? Do you really think that without the protection of a hundred thousand ancient corpses, you can kill me? This lad’s Severing Fate Sword Technique has great lethality against pure immortal creatures, but I don’t just possess Immortal Power. The Severing Fate Sword Technique is ineffective against me," the Yin Mo Statue said indifferently.

"Heh heh, if this lad only has these tricks, naturally he can’t kill you, but he has another identity. Brat, you don’t have time to rest, make your move!" The Eye Orb Monster shouted loudly.

Ning Fan nodded, wiped away the blood from his lips casually, and took advantage of these blood streaks, suddenly crouching down and slamming his hand onto the ground.

Instantly, circles of blood-colored light appeared on the ground, while a blood-red altar gradually rose from the ground.

"Using blood as a guide to summon the trump card hidden in the formation..."

The Yin Mo Statue frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected that within the large formation setup by the Eye Orb Monster, a fifth altar would appear.

On the four altars, there is an Innate Treasure Seal guarding each side, but this fifth altar contains no Innate Treasure Seal, only an ancient crossbow bed placed upon it.

"This is... the Divine Crossbow of the Ancient Kingdom! No, the real Divine Crossbow should have been destroyed, it’s just a replica..." Yin Mo said disdainfully.

"Heh heh, underestimating replicas can cost you dearly. Candle Brother, it’s up to you now. For the sake of your big brother, you need to coordinate well with your master!" The Eye Orb Monster chuckled strangely.

"Don’t worry, big brother! Your enemy is my enemy, where your sword points is the place my arrow lands! Master, let’s do it; my bowstring can no longer withstand!" From within the crossbow bed came the sound of Candle Bow siding with its ally against a common enemy.

Unexpectedly, the usually mercenary and timid Candle Bow would also open a bow for righteousness against a formidable enemy... Ning Fan secretly marveled, his figure suddenly appearing on the fifth altar, raising his hand and pressing it onto the crossbow bed mechanism.

This crossbow bed is a replica of the once supreme treasure of the Ancient Barbarian Realm—the Ancient Kingdom’s Divine Crossbow!

Although it is just a replica of the magical treasure, it has more restrictions than the true Divine Crossbow, and only a Barbarian God can activate this crossbow!

A faint golden light began to appear on Ning Fan’s body, while above the sky, golden Punishment Mountains appeared one after another.

The magnificent power of punishment, under Ning Fan’s control, all surged toward the Yin Mo Statue, and the gloomy sky was illuminated by the golden light.

At this moment, the power of Ning Fan’s thirty-six mountains of punishment was all pressing down on Yin Mo. Yin Mo tried to summon his three Punishment Mountains to resist this pressure, but just as they appeared, the three mountains collapsed once more, just as before, unable to manifest in front of Ning Fan.

As the Ninth Generation Savage God, he felt a sense of divine majesty emanating from Ning Fan.

At the same time, his own oppressive power was much weaker than Ning Fan’s, causing Yin Mo to feel a sense of unwillingness and coldly snort.

"Indeed, you are the newly born Tenth Generation Barbarian God! You have thirty-six Punishment Mountains! Unfortunately, as a fellow Barbarian God, if you only use pressure, it’s impossible to suppress me!"

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

The response to Yin Mo was the sound of sharp arrows piercing through the air! In the blink of an eye, thirty-six golden arrows shot out from the crossbow bed.

Unlike Xi Zihua, Yin Mo is not a Shanhai Shadow but a living Barbarian God with three Punishment Mountains. Purely by using the pressure of the Punishment Mountains, Ning Fan could not suppress Yin Mo, and even using punishment might not have much effect.

Therefore, the Eye Orb Monster devised a plan to use the replica Divine Crossbow, combining the power of punishment of thirty-six mountains, transforming it into tangible arrows to attack Yin Mo.

Such golden arrows posed almost no threat to other masters outside of barbarian cultivators, but to Yin Mo, they were a deadly threat.

The thirty-six golden arrows, without deviation, all penetrated into the Yin Mo Statue, and everything happened in an instant.

Yin Mo’s spirit sense drastically changed, directly flying out from the statue, and as he flew out, the thirty-six arrow lights pursued closely.

Although he barely escaped, his body was inevitably pierced with several bloody holes, and with his cultivation, he could not heal those wounds.

Each of these thirty-six golden arrows was enough to kill a barbarian cultivator with Immortal Emperor cultivation!

The combined power of thirty-six arrows was enough to annihilate any barbarian cultivator below a Saint, and even Yin Mo dared not face this arrow head-on.

The only regret was that the replica Divine Crossbow seemed unable to withstand the might of thirty-six arrows fired simultaneously and exploded into fragments with a loud bang, rendering it unusable.

What a pity...

"Die! Even if you have the crow feather bestowed by that person, you won’t survive this crossbow arrow!" The Eye Orb Monster was visibly exhilarated.

Yin Mo’s fate hinged on a single strike. If they could succeed with one blow, it would be excellent; even if not, it should be enough to destroy his life-saving artifact, which was still a gain.

"Hmph! This attack, though strong, does not warrant me using the Tribulation Feather granted by my master. I am different from when my right eye was still present. Let me show you the new techniques I’ve comprehended over the years, Bone Sacrifice!"

Seeing no way to escape the pursuit of the thirty-six arrows, Yin Mo decisively stopped fleeing, severing a finger to transform the finger bone into a large white bone stick.

The bone stick bore the totem of a Roc covering the sea, its aura extremely peculiar, sometimes appearing ordinary, but when powerful, exuding an innate aura, giving the impression of a living being.

Yin Mo raised the bone stick high, and it instantly split into thirty-six, each colliding with a golden arrow.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The intense clash made the Ninth Layer of Tianque unstable, causing it to frantically collapse, and then the entire Ninefold Celestial Towers began to tremble violently.

Yin Mo’s spirit sense kept coughing blood, as wielding the bone stick pushed him to the limit, inflicting severe damage on his spirit with each passing second.

However, the effect was exceptionally significant. Each time the arrow light struck the bone stick, it mysteriously weakened, as if the bone stick absorbed its power.

After more than ten breaths, the thirty-six arrow lights had all been absorbed by the bone stick, and the collapse of the Ninefold Celestial Towers finally ceased!

The bone stick remained intact, the only change being that after absorbing the golden arrows’ attacks, the Roc totem on it became more vibrant and lively.

"Impossible! You haven’t earned the recognition of the Holy Sect, yet you’ve refined this Holy Sect Sacred Artifact!" The Eye Orb Monster was shocked.

He had long known about the bone stick Yin Mo possessed, but never imagined that Yin Mo could wield its power.

You must know, before being suppressed to the Ninefold Celestial Towers, Yin Mo had spent a great deal of effort refining this item but failed to subdue it. Never did he expect... he succeeded now!

This bone stick’s origins are not insignificant, though not a Heaven-Opening Artifact, among Innate Treasures, few surpass it... After all, this treasure was once used as a sacred weapon by the Ancient Holy Sect, nurtured for countless years in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, its power truly extraordinary!

However, one thing left the Eye Orb Monster puzzled. The Holy Sect Sacred Artifacts could only be used by those with the Holy Sect’s bloodline, so how could Yin Mo wield it!

Yin Mo’s spirit sense had significantly faded, using the bone stick seemed to take a significant toll on him, yet his eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty brilliance, "Though you are my right eye, there are many things you don’t know. On the day I defected from the Zi Dou Immortal Domain and gained the favor of a paramount figure, he bestowed upon me more than just a life-saving Tribulation Feather. Too bad, it seems once again, you won’t be able to kill me..."

"That may not be the case!" The Eye Orb Monster, after a slight disappointment, was filled with even more intense battle intent.

He set up a great formation in all directions, suppressing Yin Mo’s recovering aura. Relying on Ning Fan’s strength, he slaughtered ten thousand ancient corpses and unleashed thirty-six punitive golden arrows, yet these were not his killing move.

This was the last time... After being separated from Yin Mo for many years, his own cultivation remained stagnant while Yin Mo grew stronger.

He had attempted to assassinate Yin Mo 12 times... 12 times a Ying Que Great Calamity, as the Barbarians take 12 as a cycle of reincarnation, this time was Yin Mo’s final Ying Que Great Calamity.

Were it not for Yin Mo’s extreme weakness at this moment, even with just a single spirit sense, without utilizing the bone stick, he could have blocked the thirty-six arrows.

Once the Ying Que Great Calamity passes, Yin Mo will never be weakened to this extent again. This is the last chance to kill Yin Mo, no matter what the cost, it must be seized!

"Little girl, from here on, it relies on you! The Sixth Altar, appear!"

The Eye Orb Monster unleashed a gray light, and within the formation, the sixth altar appeared once again.

On the altar, a peculiar formation was etched, with faint black moonlight flowing. In front of the formation, an altar was set, incense burning upon it. Standing at the forefront was a female cultivator in a pink palace attire, precisely Miaoyan.

"This is... the Offering Extinction Formation!" Yin Mo’s expression was immediately shocked, then filled with coldness.

He hadn’t expected that this time the right eye truly intended to fight him to the death, even resorting to such an extreme method.

He didn’t know in its heart, how much the glory of the Immortal Emperor was worth, that it would transform into the art of offering extinction in the form of a formation.

The Eye Orb Monster flew to the center of the formation, sweeping out a gray light, which multiplied into thousands in an instant, transforming into thousands of magical treasures, falling like raindrops from the sky, landing in the center of the formation.

Miaoyan, holding a Peach Wood Sword, began to cast spells in sync with the Eye Orb Monster as soon as it summoned the magical treasures.

She didn’t know who they were dealing with, but this could be considered helping Ning Fan, and she would not refuse.

With each magical treasure that exploded, more black aura emerged in the eye of the Eye Orb Monster. When this black aura reached a certain extent, it gradually formed a black crescent mark.

The first black crescent appeared in the Eye Orb Monster’s eye, spinning swiftly.

With the emergence of this crescent, the aura of the Eye Orb Monster surged, though not reaching the Eight Tribulations realm, not far from it.

"Still not enough! This time, even if I exhaust everything, I must kill you!"

The Eye Orb Monster swept out more gray light, countless heavenly materials and treasures descended upon the formation center, exploding one after another.

Among them were rare expensive pills, Spiritual Medicine, various Spirit Ores, and Immortal Materials, all exploded, causing more and more black aura in the Eye Orb Monster’s eye.

The second black crescent formed.

In the end, the Eye Orb Monster even exhausted all its Dao Crystals, a treasure-hugger at heart, yet it truly spent all it had.

The third, fourth, and fifth black crescents formed successively. As the fifth black crescent appeared, the aura of the Eye Orb Monster abruptly surged to the realm of The Ninth Calamity of the Eternals.

But, it still wasn’t enough!

"Little Iron Cage, appear!"

"Little Iron Spike, appear!"

"Small Hammer, appear!"

"Small Nail Rake, appear!"

"Small Slingshot..."

"Small Yellow Flag..."

"Little Radish Head..."

"Little Underpants..."

"Small..."

Each of these low-end named magical treasures was summoned frantically by the Eye Orb Monster, twelve in total, all without exception, all being Innate Treasures.

Without any hesitation, the Eye Orb Monster successively exploded twelve Innate Treasures, and the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth crescents formed sequentially.

When the ninth black crescent appeared, the Eye Orb Monster’s aura briefly reached the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet not an ordinary Quasi-Saint!

"Nine black crescents huh... if you can reach twelve, perhaps you could truly contend with me. As you are now, still not enough..."

"Explode!"

With a thunderous explosion, this time, the Eye Orb Monster blew itself up.

Yin Mo’s left eye widened in shock, clearly not expecting the Eye Orb Monster to self-destruct, but soon, he understood the true intent of the Eye Orb Monster, squinting his eye, fiercely looking toward Ning Fan’s direction.

There, he saw a black crack suddenly split open at Ning Fan’s forehead, where his divine star shone, with an exceedingly lewd laugh echoing from within the crack.

"Brat, I’ll borrow your body! This old man will use your body to kill the old ghost Yin Mo!"

The crack opened at the location of Ning Fan’s third eye, where the Eye Orb Monster occupied, becoming Ning Fan’s third eye.

Twelve black crescents rotated within Ning Fan’s third eye.

"Now our cultivations are equivalent... Yin Mo, fight with this old man!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please consider voting for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)