Legend of the Great Saint-Chapter 1593 - Yinghuo
Chapter 1593 - Yinghuo
His scarlet hair flew. The Black Sun Demon Heart glimmered as it slid down his throat, straight into his belly. Li Qingshan shut his eyes and sucked in a deep breath—the great winds rose!
As if he had exhaled a storm, the great winds surged and lashed, blowing apart the chambers and flesh.
The blood maze collapsed and flesh scattered everywhere, blown to bits by the wind. The surroundings abruptly opened up. The endlessly distant sky appeared over his head.
The wind still did not stop, reaching up into the heavens. The clouds churned, flowing freely as seas.
A black sun moved rapidly through the sea of clouds, flickering with light, surging with his emotions.
The black sun illuminated the vast, bleak land, illuminating the twelve dominions. All of the demonfolk raised their heads.
The twelve Demon Gods all noticed in surprise at the same time that in the territory beyond their control, in Jiuying’s Blood maze, something was being born.
And to their disbelief, the eternally chaotic and wicked will of the Demon domain celebrated and urged it on, accelerating the growth of this “thing”, even going as far as to draw away part of the laws they controlled.
In the depths of the Tang valley.
This was where Demon God Hundun’s dwelling was located. He was publicly acknowledged as the strongest of the twelve Demon Gods. The power he possessed and the laws he controlled were even greater and even more plentiful than the eleven other Demon Gods combined. Originally, he was the existence with the greatest chance at conquering the Demon domain.
However, it was rumoured that he had completely assimilated with the laws of chaos, sinking into eternal chaos, no longer capable of any rational thought.
On this day, as part of the laws of chaos were drawn away, he suddenly recovered a moment of clarity. His broken thoughts came to him, The black sun… has descended… the prophecy…
He had forgotten his surname and clan a long time ago, forgetting why he had been banished here, but he still remembered the ancient legend, the prophecy regarding the Black Sun Demon Heart and the Demon Godking.
So… I’m not the prophesied person…
Afterwards, he sank into complete chaos again, never to recover.
The Dixi clan of the past had once produced a disappointment, hiding his viciousness behind his righteousness, committing all sorts of atrocities. The world called him Hundun.
Qingqi mountain.
Demon God Qiongqi gazed at the flickering black sun and suddenly recalled the oath from many years ago, that insolent brat who would rather die in battle than yield.
Under the connections of fate from the Blood Oath of the Nether River, he was the first to identify Li Qingshan’s identity. For a moment, countless thoughts whirled through his head as his complexion darkened and brightened. Suddenly, he began laughing flagrantly.
“It’s actually you! It really is you! You’ve finally come! You’ve made me wait! Fortunately, you haven’t disappointed me. Come, show me just how impressive the prophesied Demon Godking is!” His laughter echoed through the surroundings. It had been a long time since he last felt such delight, but it also hid ruthless killing intent.
The Jinyun Food hall.
Demon God Taotie was stunned at first, which then turned into an understanding smile, even though the smile was rather wry. “Truly a person chosen by the chief!” Regardless of his temperament, they always possessed an unparalleled demeanour!
His pale face became determined again, putting on the bronze mask again. He gazed at the ox totem on the wall and picked up the short spear. His eyes were filled with resolve.
“Then one more time, and the last time. I will fight for the Shennong tribe, before I completely change!”
There was Demon God Jiazuo, Demon God Qiangliang, Demon God Taowu… the Demon Gods all watched on with different thoughts, awaiting the moment when the prophecy became true.
At the same time, the small world in Li Qingshan’s body underwent a startling change. A snake appeared out of nowhere with a black sun in its mouth, slithering through the space. That was the newly-born snake demon.
The divine dragon immediately took to the skies.
The dragon and snake competed against one another. When the snake grew by an inch, the dragon grew by an inch as well. When the snake grew by a foot, the dragon grew by foot as well. It was as if they were entangled together in battle, yet also as if they were making peace with their tails joined.
Li Qingshan immediately recalled the glorious image of the Battle of Mending Heavens again, Fuxi and Nüwa, the dragon and the snake.
The dragon and snake tangled together, gradually merging together, such that it became impossible to distinguish between the two.
“The splitting of Hongmeng, yin and yang merge as one!”
The small world violently shook, revolved, and changed.
The four divine transformations and four demonic transformations appeared one by one before vanishing one by one.
The dragon was yang. The snake was yin.
The qilin transformed into life. The ape presided over emptiness.
The ox, phoenix, tiger, and turtle; earth, fire, wind, and water.
At that instant, the transformations of the demonic and divine merged together as one!
Li Qingshan stood in the centre of the storm. He felt like even his body of the demonic and divine was shattering and collapsing.
The small world expanded endlessly, breaking through the limits of his soul and body, connecting with the entire world.
The shattered body of the demonic and divine reformed immediately. The small world no longer existed. The world around him was his small world.
At that instant, he was like the legendary torch dragon. It was day when his eyes opened, night when his eyes closed. His exhaling breath was winter and inhaling breath was summer. His breathing turned into wind and his bellows turned into thunder. His movements and stillness came and went with yin and yang.
With each breath he took, he became even stronger, proceeding straight down a path, directly to the realm of true gods.
The nine Heretic Gods suddenly felt alarmed. They could sense that Li Qingshan was going through some kind of alarming transformation. If they allowed this transformation to be completed, only death would await them, so they all charged up together.
“Kill him!”
Li Qingshan opened his eyes slowly. They were still a pair of scarlet irises, but his eye whites had turned pitch-black.
Scarlet like fight, black like night, like a star in the night sky, it was known as “Yinghuo”, the glowing entrancement.
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TL: Yinghuo is the ancient Chinese name for Mars. It is regarded as an ill omen, a sign before something terrible is about to happen.
In the distant beyond the Nine Heavens, there were not a lot of stars. Each star was a manifestation of a god or buddha in the heavens, which included the twelve Demon Gods, except they were dim, shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, a small, scarlet star peered through the curtain of night, shining with a devilish glow.
The scarlet star was extremely indistinct and distant, unable to match any of the stars.
However, from the moment it appeared, the other stars dimmed, overcome with shock and fright.
“Glowing like firelight, enchanting and hypnotising.”
With the emergence of the daemon star, the world would plunge into upheaval. War and chaos would never end.
The curtains to the crisis of the world were being pulled open slowly.
Within the glowing, hypnotising eyes, was it filled with demonic nature, divine nature, or human nature?
Within Li Qingshan’s eyes, everything lost their colour. The nine Heretic Gods lunged towards him, some going for the Sword of Xuanyuan beside him, some attacking his opening near his severed arm, and even some targeting the infant in his arms.
Their minds were all linked, and they moved as one, striking with lightning speed and great intensity, but they all halted at that instant.
Li Qingshan’s eyes swiveled around. He even could spare the effort to observe the expressions on their faces one by one, but there was nothing for him to see. They were all despicable.
The stump on his shoulder became slightly itchy. Bone protruded out and flesh regrew, immediately sprouting an arm, covered in a layer of thin scales.
His cultivation of the Qilin Transformation skyrocketed. Before his arm had even completely regrown, he had already reached the ninth layer. He had already received the complete mental legacy of the primordial qilin. Even the power of the Sword of Xuanyuan was unable to prevent the severed arm from regrowing.
Then he blinked his eyes. Everything recovered their colour again. He extended his new arm.
One of the Heretic Gods did not even see what had happened when a large hand grabbed him by the face. His face contorted, and he struggled desperately, followed by a bang. His head had been forcefully crushed.
