Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 471 - 416: "Primordial Heavenly Thunder Skill Canon"_2

Chapter 471: Chapter 416: "Primordial Heavenly Thunder Skill Canon"_2

These red hairs were like wild grass, their life force extremely strong.

The Lei Mang emitted by the Hidden Thunder Heavy Pupil was terrifyingly fierce. Yet, after obliterating a circle of red hairs, the newly grown, bizarre red hairs were even more vigorous and tumultuous than before.

These red hairs, surging like a tidal wave, relentlessly pressed in on Qi Xiu. Each upright hair tip twisted, as if eager to burrow into his pores and flesh.

Even Thunder Magic can’t completely obliterate them? But are these red hairs alone the culprits behind the transformation of these Dharma Spirits into such forms?

Gazing at the bizarre red hairs that had come within less than ten meters of him, Qi Xiu waved his sleeve, and suddenly, flames erupted all around him.

Zixiao Tribulation Fire!

The life force of these bizarre red hairs was incredibly tenacious; they could regenerate even after being bombarded by Thunder Magic, multiplying in greater numbers.

This being the case, it was exactly to the appetite of the Zixiao Tribulation Fire.

The Zixiao Tribulation Fire was a Divine Marvel born from the power of extreme yang. It ignited upon contact and spread at an alarming rate. It also absorbed the power of whatever it was burning to enhance its own flames, meaning the more it burned, the larger the fire grew.

The red hairs were rich in vitality, which made perfect kindling for the Zixiao Tribulation Fire, causing it to burn ever more fiercely.

As the Zixiao Tribulation Fire contained the red hairs, unexpected changes occurred in the void.

Suddenly, a peach branch tore through the Cosmic Bi and struck at Qi Xiu.

This peach branch looked extremely ordinary, as if it had just been plucked from a roadside peach tree.

Yet, this unassuming branch made Qi Xiu’s heart race in alarm, causing goosebumps to rise all over his skin. If struck by this peach branch, one might not die but would surely be flayed.

WHOOSH—

The peach branch swept past.

In the next instant, the entire space of the sixth-floor hall burst into violent turmoil. The surging, tumultuous force of killing intent tore through the endless void, penetrating all of existence and raising a dense, black wind from nowhere.

In just a moment, the seven creatures locked in place by the Suppression Talisman Seal Skill were eroded into ashes. The blazing Zixiao Tribulation Fire and the widespread red hairs were also annihilated.

Everything in the entire sixth-floor hall was obliterated into nothingness by a mere sweep of the peach branch.

A Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator attacking me, someone in the Dao Body Realm? Aren’t you being a bit shameless?

Myriad streams of colorful cloud-qi reconverged and solidified, reforming Qi Xiu, who stood with his sleeves gathered.

The young Daoist slowly shook his head, looking up at the Qiong Tian above with an expression full of disdain as he rebuked it.

"Heh..."

A faint laugh echoed from the void as the peach branch was lifted again and lightly swept towards Qi Xiu.

This time, a peach branch appeared in every direction around Qi Xiu—above, below, to his front, back, left, and right.

All paths of escape were sealed!

WHOOSH—

The peach branch, containing terrifying destructive power, swept down again.

A cold glint in his eyes, Qi Xiu clenched his right hand. Colorful light swirled and overflowed from between his fingers as a Command Talisman from his lips gathered power, ready to be unleashed.

Merely comparable to the Primordial Spirit Realm. Does it really think it’s a Primordial Spirit True Honor?

Just as the Command Talisman was about to be released, a wrinkled, thin hand suddenly landed on Qi Xiu’s shoulder.

"Kid, don’t resist. I have something to tell you," an old voice said.

Touched suddenly on the shoulder, Qi Xiu instinctively resisted. His eyes brimmed with divine light, while behind him, the Hunyuan Daoist was already raising his Jade Ruyi.

"Master, it’s Gu’s aura," Shi Eryue spoke suddenly, just as Qi Xiu was about to make his move.

"Come with me."

Hearing Shi Eryue, Qi Xiu dispelled the divine light in his eyes and allowed the strong, aged hand to pull him into another Cosmic Bi.

WHOOSH—

The peach branches struck down in unison, their terrifying aura bursting forth instantaneously. The entire void fractured with immense cracks as the sixth-floor hall shook violently, as if it could not withstand this furious power and was on the verge of complete disintegration.

"Escaped?"

A surprised sound came from the Sky Dome above.

The next moment, an arm, white as jade yet with five fingers as withered and wrinkled as an old crone’s, slowly reached down from the Sky Dome.

This exceedingly strange hand slowly opened. In its palm, a slowly rotating eye scanned the entire sixth-floor hall.

After a few breaths, the gaze of the eye rested on the spot where Qi Xiu had just disappeared, its bloodshot pupil revealing a shadow of gloom.

"Old man, you really are hard to kill," the voice sneered.

With a cold snort, the large hand slowly retracted back into the Sky Dome. From a corner, a surging, dark red mist spilled out once more, filling up the sixth-floor hall in just a few breaths.

「...」

"Shi Eryue, how did you end up finding such a blockhead to acknowledge as your master? If this old man hadn’t acted in time, he would’ve been turned into a pile of mush."

Beneath a vast ancient tree, its branches hung heavy with bronze bells that shimmered with a faint yellow glow.

An old man with a very shiny forehead and a short, stout figure, clad in a deep blue Daoist robe with a white beard hanging down to his chest, shook his head and patted Shi Eryue’s head. His words clearly showed his bewilderment at Qi Xiu’s recent reckless act of confronting the peach branch.

"Gu, my master is very powerful," Shi Eryue said, first with joy at seeing the old man, then immediately shaking her head to refute his statement.

"Powerful? How powerful?"

Withdrawing his hand, the old man raised his droopy eyebrows and scrutinized Qi Xiu standing before him.

"He’s just a fledgling who hasn’t even undergone Dao Embodiment; how impressive can he be... Hmm? Eh? Hiss!"

His tone changed three times in quick succession. The bald old man strode up to Qi Xiu, and his first words caused the young Daoist’s expression to change.

"You cultivate Hunyuan?"

Qi Xiu hadn’t expected this unremarkable Dharma Spirit to see through his foundation at a glance. His eyes narrowed slightly, yet he didn’t respond.

"You needn’t hide it; I won’t harm you. Tsk tsk tsk, it’s been so many years, and here’s another cultivating Hunyuan. Looking at your vital energy and Dao Charm, you have a pure and orthodox lineage, following the true path. Ah, I remember the last time I saw the Way of Hunyuan was in the Near Ancient Era. That poor fellow died a terrible death..."

Qi Xiu, who had been composed until now, couldn’t help but show a strange expression on his face. Is he cursing me?

After speaking, the bald old man seemed to realize his gaffe. He quickly waved his hand with a laugh, saying, "I didn’t mean that. It just seems you’re unaware that those who cultivate [Primordial Chaos] never meet a good end..."

Qi Xiu’s expression turned cold and indifferent, and he rolled his eyes. Indeed, he is cursing me.

Seeing his own explanation only making things worse, the bald old man laughed awkwardly and could only turn to Shi Eryue, saying, "Shi Eryue, how did you two get to the sixth floor? Wasn’t the peach tree connecting the fifth to the sixth floor cut down?"

"The peach tree was cut down by someone? Who did it?" Not wanting to bicker with the bald old man, Qi Xiu asked in astonishment upon hearing this.

"Who else but Junior Dongfang," the bald old man answered, as a matter of course.

"Junior... Dongfang?"

Qi Xiu looked at the bald old man before him with a complex expression, unwittingly giving him several more glances. "The ’Junior Dongfang’ Senior mentioned, is he Sect Master Dongfang Qing of our Shenxiao Sect?"

"Who else could it be? Of the two brothers, one is Great Dongfang, the other Junior Dongfang. That’s what I’ve always called them."

Glancing at Qi Xiu and noticing the shock in his eyes, the old man seemed to understand. "Shi Eryue, you didn’t tell this child my identity, did you?"

"Identity? Gu, what’s your identity?" Shi Eryue was also clueless.

Being able to call the Sect Master ’Junior Dongfang,’ this Dharma Spirit’s seniority must be exceedingly high. Moreover, the means by which he brought me here were profound; I didn’t even detect any fluctuations in the Cosmic Bi. He is no ordinary Dharma Spirit.

With a solemn expression, Qi Xiu stood straight before the old man and performed a respectful bow. "Qi Xiu, Shenxiao Sect Member, greets you, Senior. May I know how Senior wishes to be addressed?"

"What’s this ’Senior’ business? Just call me Gu. I know you’re curious about my identity. Since you are the one of this generation cultivating [Primordial Chaos] and have joined our Shenxiao Sect, you must be deeply trusted by Junior Dongfang. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed you into this Hall of Myriad Laws. Listen well. I am the first Dharma Spirit within this Hall of Myriad Laws. My true form is the True Scripture of the Shenxiao Sect, the Great Dao Treasure Scroll which only the Supreme Sect Leader may cultivate—the ’Primordial Heavenly Thunder Skill Canon’!"