The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 83 - 29: Possession (Part 1)

"Oh?" Li Qingming raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How did you know I would come here?"

The rhythm of the purple-gold radiance hopping became more intense. "I was calculated by the Great Dao, and my Primordial Spirit was plundered. I was promised great power, which connected me to the Great Dao, allowing me to deduce my own destiny. Even though I only managed to discern fragments and clues, for me, that is sufficient! Hence, I knew you would come here!"

Li Qingming smiled faintly: "Oh? What do you intend to do?"

"Do you see the eighteen light orbs in front of you? As long as you fuse these eighteen orbs into one, and then refine the fused orb, you can transform the ’Eighteen Layers of Hell’ into your very own Supreme Treasure. I have only one request: you must take me back to the Pangu World, let me witness the world of Pangu!"

The purple-gold radiance dimmed slightly, as if it might extinguish at any moment.

Li Qingming did not doubt his word, and recalling how fallen the Ancestor of Destiny had become now, he did not pose a threat to himself. Thus, he nodded and said: "Alright, I agree! When I leave this place, I will surely take you to the Pangu World!"

The hoarse voice trembled slightly: "Then, begin!"

The remaining Primordial Spirit of the Ancestor of Destiny swiftly separated from the encasement of the eighteen light orbs, quietly hovering in one corner of the great hall. Only the faintly flickering flame signified that his life still had a trace of existence!

Li Qingming strode forward, green mist flowing in his eyes, and his hands lunged forward suddenly as the unpredictable Tai Chi was once again executed by Li Qingming.

The familiar Yin Yang Power swept in from outside the hall, the white "Yin" fish and the jet-black "Yang" fish, roaring as they leapt out from the ocean of Chaos! The mutually dependent Yin Yang Fish, recklessly unleashing the power of Yin and Yang, their entwined bodies vividly displaying the essence of the Yin Yang Dao!

The dual-colored Tai Chi Diagram seemed to enfold the heavens and the earth, drawing all eighteen light orbs into the endless flow of Yin Yang Qi. The light orbs shimmered in red, blue, and white, reflecting throughout the entire great hall, creating the illusion of a celestial palace.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The eighteen light orbs, intertwined and converging, countless amounts of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi being absorbed by the Tai Chi Diagram transformed into the Yin Yang Fish. Gradually, depictions such as Tongue-pulling Hell, Scissors Hell, and Iron Tree Hell... one by one, chillingly emerged from the darkness of the great hall.

Li Qingming’s expression was serious and steadfast, his hands skillfully controlling the two Yin Yang Fish, wrapped in the green Yuqing True Essence.

"The Dao of Pangu’s Primordial Spirit..." The Ancestor of Destiny in the corner of the hall, agitated by the pulsing purple-gold radiance, felt the surging Yuqing Power emanating from Li Qingming.

"Boom!"

As Li Qingming exhaled the last breath of turbid air, he ended the Tai Chi Boxing form! The splendid radiance suddenly converged, and the eighteen colorful light orbs compacted and condensed into a simple grey orb radiating an ancient charm.

The thick Chaotic Aura almost caused the great hall to shatter.

"My child, you can start to refine the ’Heart of the Spiritual Treasure’ now," the Ancestor of Destiny spoke through the flowery rain, hinting at a different connotation. However, this was overlooked by the overly excited Li Qingming. At this moment, his mind was completely filled with the grey light orb in front of him.

"Boom!"

A burst of dark flames, emitting a scorching aura, spewed vigorously from Li Qingming’s palm.

"Sss! The Creation and Transformation Primordial Fire!" The Ancestor of Destiny, having lived through long ages, seemed truly shocked.

"Crackle!"

The clear sound of the violent fire refining broke the originally silent stillness. Li Qingming released his Primordial Spirit, inhaled and exhaled the Yuqing True Essence, and the black Creation and Transformation Primordial Fire fiercely blazed several meters high, the surrounding space seeming to be scorched by the intense flames.

I don’t know how long it passed, when the gray light cluster was exhausted, Li Qingming’s face turned pale with shock, as the originally dense Yuqing True Essence had dwindled to just over thirty percent.

"Man, that’s some serious consumption!"

Li Qingming threw three Eight-Transformation Golden Pills into his mouth and began to sit cross-legged to recover the consumed mana.

At this time, the Primordial Spirit luminance of the Ancestor of Destiny began to slowly thin and elongate, eventually transforming into a middle-aged man dressed in a moon-white robe with a stern appearance. It was none other than the Primordial Yang Ancestor who had founded the Middle Ancient World.

"Heh heh, now’s the time!"

The Ancestor of Destiny sneered craftily, his body transforming into a streak of white light, shooting rapidly towards the unsuspecting Li Qingming’s mind.

Li Qingming had been overly confident. Which of the Chaos God Demons was easy to deal with? Not to mention the remaining part of the Primordial Spirit of the Ancestor of Destiny, even a mere trace of Primordial Spirit was not to be underestimated.

"Hahaha, lad, your flesh body is indeed quite impressive! I, the ancestor, will reluctantly accept it!"

The Primordial Spirit form of the Ancestor of Destiny, laughing heartily, lunged towards Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit that was seated cross-legged within the Sea of Consciousness in his mind.

"You clever Ancestor of Destiny, I knew that there were no free lunches under the sky. You really thought things through!"

The Primordial Spirit of Li Qingming, who was meditating and recovering, suddenly opened his eyes. The inch-long beams that shot from his pupils shook the entire Sea of Consciousness like an ocean in a tsunami, with surging waves and towering breakers.

"Hahaha, boy, just stop resisting and let yourself be devoured by me!"

The Ancestor of Destiny’s eyes revealed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his purple Power of Primordial Spirit evoked the wildness of the time of the formidable expedition during the chaos!

"Destiny Light Source!"

A beam as thick as a finger, condensed to the extreme, suddenly appeared in the hands of the Ancestor of Destiny— a purple-gold object resembling a staff.

The Ancestor of Destiny brandished the staff gently towards Li Qingming. Space itself seemed to be cut by a paper knife, leaving behind an extremely fine crack. Whistling wind rushed towards an unknown destination, and endless nameless forces madly poured into Li Qingming’s Sea of Consciousness.

"What!" Li Qingming, standing up, had a drastic change in complexion.

A blaze of extremely bright golden light shot towards Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit’s head without lessening its momentum. Without time to think, Li Qingming sprang to his feet and dashed towards the vast and empty Sea of Consciousness.

The beam seemed to have eyes of its own; wherever Li Qingming flew, it followed. Perhaps in terms of the quality of the Primordial Spirit, Li Qingming was not on par with the Ancestor of Destiny. However, the substantial volume of his Primordial Spirit was something the Ancestor of Destiny could only look up to but not reach. If this chase continued, it likely wouldn’t be long before the light beam was exhausted and dissipated on its own.

Evidently, Li Qingming was holding onto this very thought, playing a game of cat and mouse with the light beam behind him.

"Shh!"

Unfortunately, things don’t always go according to one’s wishes. It was unknown what method the Ancestor of Destiny employed, but the beam suddenly sped up and whisked past Li Qingming’s ear.

"Next time, it will be your head!" The Ancestor of Destiny’s eyes contained malevolence, his scholarly and debonair demeanor instantly turning fierce and bloody.

"Go! Destiny Light Source!"