Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 466 - 412: Dragon Horned Daoist

BOOM—

The Endless Sea was forcibly split in two.

The Dao Body Realm Dharma Spirits occupying each side seemed to recognize this figure splitting the sea. They all shook their heads and shifted their bodies, moving far away.

The brilliant sun and silver moon, once competing for radiance in the sky, slowly receded. Mists surged to cover everything, the great ship sank into the sea, and the old man clutching a wine jar let out a belch. With a casual point of his finger, he disappeared along with the cosmic chessboard.

Only the Garuda and the Asura of a Thousand Hands remained oblivious, still engrossed in battle. They roared ferociously, their voices echoing through heaven and earth. Various surges of Divine Marvel light blurred the void, distorted the Cosmic Bi, and stirred the winds from all directions.

The clash between the two had reached a white-hot intensity.

Although the battle was initiated by the Garuda, this enormous being with an eagle’s head, a human body, and four wings on its back slowly fell into a disadvantage.

The skin and flesh of the Asura of a Thousand Hands crackled as it burned with intense golden-red Buddhist flames; in some places, even stark white bones were exposed.

However, the more severe the injuries the members of the Asura Clan suffered, the stronger their will to fight and their power became. An Asura on the brink of death is precisely when it is most formidable.

Though this Asura of a Thousand Hands was a Dharma Spirit, Dao Body Realm Dharma Spirits could already trace back to their origins and draw upon the Power of the Great Dao. This Asura possessed the most fundamental strength of its clan.

With a roar, the Asura of a Thousand Hands tore off its charred and ragged flesh. A thousand hands erupted from its back, their boundless fist winds shaking heaven and earth. The terrifying blood of battle surged out like a great river. It pummeled the Garuda until a bloody mist enveloped its body, and its wings were directly shattered.

But just as the Asura of a Thousand Hands opened its bloody maw and countless dark mists frantically converged into a terrifying black hole as large as a star, intent on utterly annihilating the Garuda—the figure that had split the sea had already arrived.

A colossal black hand abruptly reached into the battlefield. Myriad furious waves surged and crashed with the force of an endless, roaring ocean.

With just one palm strike, the Asura of a Thousand Hands, whose battle strength had recovered to its peak, had all its bones shattered. It was instantly transformed into a dark shadow flung backward, crashing into the sea and kicking up immense waves that swept nearly a thousand miles.

After overturning the Asura of a Thousand Hands with a palm, the figure continued charging towards Qi Xiu. Wherever it passed, countless illusory raging tides continually overlapped and roared, gradually morphing into a terrifying tidal wave that seemed poised to engulf and crush the world.

"My lord..."

Intimidated by the overwhelming momentum bursting forth from that figure, Shi Eryue instinctively moved behind Qi Xiu. Although her origins were special, her strength was merely at the Blood-Stained Realm. Facing such a fearsome Dao Body Dharma Spirit, she naturally felt fearful.

"Useless." With a light snort, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit, cloaked in colorful robes and with empty hands, manifested once more. Its eyes, glinting with a cold, sharp light, brimmed with endless Sword Intent.

"Father, let me slay him." Like most Dharma Spirits, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit saw its creator Qi Xiu as its father and spoke of cutting down the figure rushing towards them. As it spoke, it glanced at Shi Eryue standing behind, an unmistakably arrogant expression in its eyes.

"No need, just watch quietly."

Qi Xiu’s gaze flickered slightly as he meticulously scrutinized the figure charging toward him, feeling the aura to be very familiar yet unable to recall why. Logically, with his current level of soul skills, even fragmented memories from his birth should come to mind in an instant. Yet, he just couldn’t remember this aura. This was clearly somewhat abnormal.

BOOM—

A terrifying Vigor, seemingly capable of tearing apart heaven and earth, surged forth. The brutal killing power materialized into a ferocious dragon head that roared deafeningly. The rolling sound waves shattered the void in all directions, seeking to annihilate Qi Xiu in a single strike.

So ferocious?

Observing the approaching killing intent, Qi Xiu flipped his palm. A bright mirror light spontaneously appeared, forming a barrier as sturdy and unwavering as an ancient, unshakeable bulwark.

CLANG—

A deafening collision erupted. Rings of tangible shockwaves spread out like circular ripples, compressing the air, pulverizing everything in their path, and rapidly devastating the entire area.

Such heavy force, wave after wave—this is not physical strength, but pure Mana accumulation. Interesting. Is this how spell cultivators demonstrate their Dao with force? Qi Xiu, having blocked the palm that could shatter a thousand miles of land with the Haotian Mirror, thought as his eyes gleamed with Divine Light and he nodded slightly.

In the Cultivation Realm, proving the Dao with strength is almost exclusively the domain of Martial Path cultivators. This path of using a supreme physical body to overcome all tribulations and shatter myriad techniques with sheer force is not uncommon in the Cultivation Realm. The Domineering Body Sect, which had previously visited the Shenxiao Sect and wagered with Dongfang Qing, followed this very path.

But this mysterious figure was following a completely different path. It didn’t rely on physical supremacy, but rather on supreme True Source Mana to forcefully crush everything.

As far as Qi Xiu knew, the only ones who cultivated this kind of Dharma Gate belonged to one sect: the foremost sect in Fujian, the Sky River True Sect.

Sky River True Sect? No, that’s not the source of the familiar feeling... It seems I can only quell the doubt in my heart by capturing you.

Shaking his head lightly, Qi Xiu looked down and nodded. The Haotian Mirror’s Light in his hand suddenly surged. The snow-white, flawless Haotian Mirror’s Light, resembling the first light after the dawn of creation, blasted through the relentlessly surging great waves and illuminated the fiercely approaching figure.

Under the illumination of the Haotian Mirror’s Light, the true appearance of the figure was finally revealed.

Hmm? His eyes flickered, and Qi Xiu couldn’t help but let out a soft exclamation.

Before him stood a young Daoist clad in a pitch-black Taoist Robe, his face grim and sinister. But on the forehead of this Daoist... there was actually a pair of dragon horns!

What’s happening? Staring in astonishment at the dragon horns on the Dharma Spirit’s forehead, Qi Xiu’s gaze shifted slightly. Could it be that in the Hall of Myriad Laws, there’s actually a Dharma Spirit transformed from a Dragon Clan Dharma Gate? Could this be the source of that familiar feeling?

Illuminated by the Haotian Mirror’s Light, the Dragon Horned Daoist’s face immediately contorted in a struggle. His ink-black eyes suddenly erupted with an inch of Divine Light.

ROAR—

A skyward, bellowing dragon’s cry ripped out, ravaging the four corners and eight wildernesses with terrifying speed. The seawater was instantly expelled, and the sky was torn open, revealing a colossal fissure. This dragon’s cry, akin to the sound of worlds colliding, violently bombarded the surroundings.

Relying on this cataclysmic roar, the Dragon Horned Daoist forcefully broke free from the Haotian Mirror’s Light’s restraints. Yet, he showed no intention of fleeing. Instead, he roused his even more tumultuous Cultivation and retaliated with a whip kick that caused the void to explode.

BOOM—

An extremely tyrannical Dao Yuan erupted. A pitch-black dragon tail, its scales ferocious and its presence utterly domineering, instantly materialized in the void. Wherever it passed, the air shattered inch by inch, as if a divine river from Ancient Times was thundering past.

A powerful gust swept past. Qi Xiu’s eyes flashed, and he thrust out his right hand decisively.

HUM—

Myriad streams of iridescent Divine Light rapidly converged, instantly forming a hand even larger than the dragon tail.

Innate Primal Unity Qi Great Handprint!

This technique, the sole offensive method within the ’Hunyuan All-Law Immortal Domain,’ could draw upon the myriad Qis of heaven and earth to form the handprint, equivalent to the direct suppression from a small cosmic expanse. Furthermore, this Innate Primal Unity Qi Great Handprint, being condensed from the myriad Qis of heaven and earth, naturally possessed the characteristics of all Qis...

The iridescent Great Hand met the lashing black dragon tail with overwhelming power, seizing it completely with a mere turn of the wrist. Instantly, boundless Earthly Sha Turbid Qi surged and spread across the iridescent Great Hand.

Water vapor diffused everywhere. The solid and powerful Dragon Power instantly became turbid and bloated.

"Earth overcomes Water. Little fellow, do you have any other tricks?" Having tainted the Dragon Horned Daoist’s Dao Yuan Power by transforming Mixed Element Qi into Earthly Sha Turbid Qi, Qi Xiu chuckled, his expression gradually turning indifferent.

"I don’t have time to play around with you. Come here!" His voice still ringing, the iridescent Great Hand suddenly swelled once more, instantly becoming a sky-obscuring palm that shot towards the Dragon Horned Daoist to apprehend him.

Roaring defiantly, how could the Dragon Horned Daoist submit to capture so easily? His Taoist Robe instantly burst apart, and a rolling tide of black mist surged outwards. Then, within the black mist, a pair of blood-red eyes abruptly flared. Accompanied by a heaven-piercing, earth-shattering long cry, a brilliantly scaled, thousand-zhang-long black True Dragon, commanding infinite wind and waves, roared into existence.

Transforming into a Dragon?! The sense of familiarity in his mind grew stronger. A smile touched Qi Xiu’s lips, and the curiosity in his eyes deepened.

The Dragon Horned Daoist, now a black dragon, roared in fury. The surrounding void was instantly ravaged by a wild hurricane. He opened his massive maw; his dragon horns, which faintly resembled the character for ’Dao,’ blazed with infinite Divine Light. Within his mouth, an incredibly terrifying orb of light, like a supernova, rapidly condensed.

The Black Dragon Spits the Orb!

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—

As the Dragon Ball flew out, a terrifyingly brilliant light erupted, so immense that it caused the Sky Dome to tremble violently and obliterated the clouds in all directions. It howled as it tore through space, crushing down on Qi Xiu with irresistible might.

The Sky Dome continuously shattered, unable to bear this ultimate power, which forcibly blasted open a direct path towards Qi Xiu.

Haotian Mirror!

Taking a step forward, Qi Xiu’s robes fluttered. The Haotian Mirror in his hand, perfectly round and flawlessly clear like glazed jade, became increasingly dazzling. The ancient seal scripts faintly visible upon its surface seemed to flow like liquid, erupting with an unprecedented immortal radiance.

CLANG—

Amidst the heaven-shaking collision, it was as if a sun had descended, its endless, snow-white brilliance illuminating a thousand-mile radius.

His vision obscured by this light, the Dragon Horned Daoist, in his black dragon form, was about to writhe when he saw a tall, transcendent figure wielding a Jade Ruyi, who had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

Suppress!

Simultaneously, Qi Xiu and the Daoist Spirit both unleashed the Suppression Talisman!

Across heaven and earth, countless golden radiances rained down like a torrential storm. The Dragon Horned Daoist was aghast and furious, struggling with all his might, yet he could not withstand the overwhelming tide of Suppression Talismans sweeping towards him. Visibly, the entire black dragon was forcibly sealed, transforming into a ’Golden Dragon.’

One Suppression Talisman might have been insignificant for the Dragon Horned Daoist. But what about ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... a hundred thousand?

Given enough quantity, the Suppression Talisman could suppress even deities, let alone a mere Dragon Horned Daoist.

Under the oppressive force of the Suppression Talismans, the black dragon’s enormous, mountain-range-like body continuously shrank, reverting to the form of the Dragon Horned Daoist.

Stepping closer, Qi Xiu looked down at the thoroughly suppressed Dragon Horned Daoist. His gaze flickered subtly as he extended his right hand towards him.

"Let me see just where this familiarity stems from."