allonlinenovel Chapter 590
Chapter 590
The energy sphere trailed a long, black flame, tearing the void apart like tattered brocade in its wake. A chilling aura surged from the cracks, seemingly connecting to the deepest abyss. Eerie blue lightning crackled along the edges of the cracks, accompanied by a hissing sound of energy disintegration. Even the magical runes on the abyss's rocky walls were dimmed by this power.
The boy gazed at the approaching world-destroying power, yet his mind remained clear. He bit his tongue, spitting his blood essence onto the Demon-Slaying Sword, and the sword's cry resounded through the heavens.
With a loud shout, the golden dragon phantom fully materialized from the sword, its scales shimmering with a sun-like brilliance, its eyes burning with an undying fighting spirit. The dragon roared to the sky, its sonic waves shattering the surrounding floating magic crystals. It swung its body, like a golden lightning bolt, rushing towards the black energy sphere.
The moment the two forces collided was like a chaotic explosion at the beginning of time. A blinding light engulfed the entire Purple Demon Abyss. The demonic serpent within, before it could even roar, was crushed into dust by the aftershocks of energy. The demonic faces on the stone walls twisted and deformed in the intense light, emitting a shrill scream before vanishing completely. The shockwave, like a raging tsunami, swept the rubble and demonic crystals from the bottom of the abyss into the air, then slammed them against the rock walls. The entire abyss trembled violently under this force, as if it might collapse at any moment.
As the light faded, the boy knelt on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were tattered, and his skin was scorched in many places by demonic energy, revealing charred wounds. The Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the Xuanxiao Sect runes on the hilt had dimmed considerably, but the tip of the sword still emitted a faint golden light, as if telling of an indomitable will. The demonic shadow was also swaying precariously, its once enormous body shrank by more than half, and the demonic energy around it became thin and chaotic, with black mist occasionally drifting from its body.
The boy took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain as if his meridians were ruptured, and summoned the last bit of spiritual power from his dantian. The golden dragon phantom reformed, but this time it did not roar. Instead, it transformed into a golden stream of light, coalescing into a crystal-clear lightsaber in the boy's hand. The surface of the lightsaber shimmered with starlight, and the phantoms of the Xuanxiao Sect's ancestors appeared on the hilt, as if channeling power into this final strike.
Sensing the threat of death, the demonic shadow roared in despair and rage. It desperately tried to gather demonic energy for defense, only to find its power rapidly draining away. The boy's eyes were resolute; he charged towards the demonic shadow like a golden lightning bolt. The moment the lightsaber pierced the demonic shadow's chest, its body began to disintegrate, turning into countless black specks of light. Its defiant roar echoed through the Purple Demon Abyss: "The Purple Demon Abyss will not... perish..." But before the words were finished, it vanished completely into the air.
As the demonic shadow vanished, the demonic energy in the Purple Demon Abyss rapidly dissipated, the blood-red clouds were driven away by the gentle breeze, and the bright moonlight once again shone on the bottom of the abyss. The boy slowly stood up, his body utterly exhausted, yet his eyes shone with unparalleled brightness. He stroked the cracks on the Demon-Slaying Sword, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him—the joy of victory, the longing for his fallen comrades, and a resolute determination for the future.
A mountain breeze swept by, carrying the scent of the distant cultivation world. The young man knew this was merely a stop on his long journey of protection. Though the Purple Demon Abyss was temporarily calm, the darkness would never truly disappear. He sheathed his Demon-Slaying Sword, the phantoms of his jade flute and spirit bow flickering around him like loyal companions. Carrying the legacy of the Xuanxiao Sect and his unwavering belief in protecting the light, he resolutely turned and walked towards the edge of the abyss, embarking on a new journey.
Outside the Purple Demon Abyss, shrouded in night, thick black mist surged like a living thing. Lin Xiu dragged his battered body, each step leaving dark red bloodstains on the hard rocks. His Xuanxiao Sect robes were already tattered, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood, but his dark eyes remained as bright as stars.
Just then, hurried footsteps and shouts echoed from afar. "Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" With these familiar voices, dozens of figures rushed from the end of the mountain path, led by Zhao Qingyang, the senior disciple of the Xuanxiao Sect. When they saw Lin Xiu, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gathered around him.
"Senior brother, you're finally alright! We were so worried!" Junior brother Chen Mo's eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs. He carefully supported Lin Xiu, his gaze sweeping over the boy's wounds, tears welling up in his eyes with heartache. The other fellow disciples also gathered around, some offering healing pills, others busy bandaging the wounds.
Lin Xiu smiled warmly and gently patted Chen Mo's head: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you." Although he was exhausted, seeing the concerned looks in his fellow disciples' eyes warmed his heart.
As they returned to the Xuanxiao Sect, the first rays of dawn broke. The majestic sect buildings gleamed in the morning sun, and Sect Leader Su Yunfeng, along with a group of elders, were already waiting at the mountain gate. Seeing Lin Xiu approach, Su Yunfeng quickly stepped forward, his eyes full of admiration: "Lin Xiu, you ventured alone into the Purple Demon Abyss, not only bringing back vital intelligence but also successfully containing the leakage of demonic energy. A truly great achievement!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yunfeng raised his hand and waved, a golden light flying out from his sleeve and landing steadily on Lin Xiu's chest. "From this day forward, you are a core inner disciple of my Xuanxiao Sect! I hope you will continue to improve your cultivation, protect the sect, and protect the cultivation world."
Lin Xiu knelt on one knee and solemnly accepted the token symbolizing his identity: "Thank you for your kindness, Sect Leader. I will certainly live up to your expectations!" At this moment, he knew that behind this honor lay a heavy responsibility.
However, the peaceful days did not last long. Three days later, late at night, Lin Xiu was immersed in cultivation when suddenly a bone-chilling cold swept over him. In a daze, he seemed to hear a faint demonic roar coming from the depths of the Purple Demon Abyss. The sound was deep and evil, and it made his mind clear.
Lin Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat. A strong sense of foreboding washed over him; he knew that the crisis in the Purple Demon Abyss was not truly over.
The next morning, Lin Xiu arrived at the sect leader's hall. When he proposed to venture deeper into the Purple Demon Abyss, Su Yunfeng frowned deeply: "Lin Xiu, the demonic energy in the Purple Demon Abyss is becoming increasingly dense; this trip will likely be fraught with peril..."
"Sect Leader, last night I heard a demonic roar in my dream. There must be something amiss within the Purple Demon Abyss." Lin Xiu's eyes were resolute. "As a disciple of the Xuanxiao Sect, it is my duty to protect the sect. Please grant me permission to investigate!"
Su Yunfeng remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a long sigh: "Very well, I will allow you to go. Be careful on your journey, and if you encounter anything insurmountable, return immediately."
As he left the sect, the sun was just rising. Lin Xiu stood atop the mountain, gazing at the Purple Demon Abyss, from which a faint demonic aura emanated in the distance, and slowly drew his Demon-Slaying Sword from his waist. The sword gleamed with a cold light, as if anticipating the battle to come.
"This time, no matter how powerful the enemy ahead, I will not back down," Lin Xiu murmured, gripping his sword hilt tightly, and striding towards the Purple Demon Abyss. The mountain wind howled past, whipping up his robes, and the young man's figure gradually disappeared into the pervasive demonic energy, leaving only a resolute silhouette, bravely marching towards the unknown challenge.
Lin Xiu trudged along the gravel path towards the Purple Demon Abyss, the Demon-Slaying Sword gleaming faintly in his palm, its ancient runes trembling slightly with each step. The vegetation on either side of the path had long been corrupted by demonic energy, twisted into bizarre shapes—black vines coiled around withered trees like venomous snakes, dewdrops on their leaves gleaming with a dark purple glow, emitting a sickening sizzling sound whenever someone passed by. A thick, putrid stench, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, filled the air, making it feel sticky and heavy.
As he drew closer, the ground began to tremble slightly, as if a giant beast lurked underground. Lin Xiu keenly sensed the rapidly increasing concentration of demonic energy, each breath carrying a burning pain. Dark red patterns appeared on the surface of the roadside rocks, winding and crisscrossing like blood vessels, occasionally oozing black viscous liquid that gathered into small puddles on the ground, reflecting his solemn face.
Finally, the edge of the Purple Demon Abyss came into view. The abyss was like a gaping wound in the earth, with black mist surging and rising like boiling ink. Every now and then, streaks of dark red lightning would rip through it, illuminating the elusive demonic shadows and making them appear even more ferocious and terrifying. From the bottom of the abyss came a low, guttural roar, carrying an ancient and evil rhythm that made one's eardrums ache.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed across the sky! A colossal black shadow burst forth from the abyss, its black spray falling like a torrential downpour. It was a monster as large as a mountain, its entire body covered in gleaming black scales, each the size of a millstone; its blood-red vertical pupils flashed with a frenzied killing intent, its fangs bared, and its dripping saliva corroded the ground, sending up plumes of white smoke.
"Human, you're back again. This time you won't leave so easily!" The monster's voice was like muffled thunder, filled with contempt and anger. Wherever the sound waves passed, rocks shattered and dust billowed. Its enormous tail swept across, carving a bottomless trench in the ground.
Lin Xiu remained unmoved, standing firmly in place. Suddenly, the Demon-Slaying Sword erupted with dazzling golden light, runes flowing across its blade, emitting a clear, resonant sword cry. His eyes were as firm as iron, his voice powerful and resounding: "No matter how powerful you are, I will not allow you to harm the cultivation world! Today is your death day!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiu's figure flashed, rushing towards the monster like a golden meteor. At the same time, the monster swung its enormous claws, creating a gust of foul wind, and slammed them down towards Lin Xiu. Even before the claws arrived, the wind pressure had already carved several deep grooves into the ground.
In an instant, the sky above the Purple Demon Abyss changed color. Golden sword light clashed fiercely with black demonic energy, erupting in dazzling light. Lin Xiu moved nimbly, weaving through the gaps in the demons' attacks, each swing of his Demon-Slaying Sword carrying a sharp sword aura; while the demons, relying on their massive bodies and immense strength, launched relentless and fierce attacks. For a time, only the sounds of booming and flashing light remained between heaven and earth; a life-or-death battle concerning the safety of the cultivation world had begun.
The heavens and earth roared incessantly. Each swing of the monster's claws stirred up a black hurricane, shattering rocks in its path and turning them into dust, which was then swept across the sky by the demonic energy. Lin Xiu's black robes were already soaked with blood, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left shoulder continued to bleed, yet he still gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, dodging and weaving through the monster's mountain-like attacks. The monster's attacks were as dense as a torrential downpour, each brush past leaving burning marks on his skin. The depletion of his spiritual energy made his steps increasingly heavy, and his breathing became rapid.
Just as the monster opened its blood-red maw again, preparing to launch a fatal attack, Lin Xiu suddenly felt a familiar surge of spiritual energy pierce through the demonic aura. He turned his head sharply and saw dozens of streaks of light rushing towards him from the end of the mountain path, led by none other than his senior brother, Zhao Qingyang. Zhao Qingyang's spear gleamed with a bluish light in the night, the spiritual energy condensed at its tip resembling a crescent moon, piercing through layers of black mist.
"Junior brother, don't panic! We're coming!" Zhao Qingyang's voice was firm and loud. Before he finished speaking, he had already charged towards the monster. His spear thrust out like a dragon, the sharp spear light colliding with the monster's claws, sparks flying. Immediately afterward, Chen Mo waved his jade flute, the melodious flute music transforming into invisible sound waves that entwined the monster's scales; the other disciples also cast spells one after another. Some summoned fire talismans, and flames rained down on the monster like meteors; others wielded their magic swords, the sword energy crisscrossing, drawing brilliant streaks of light through the demonic energy.
For a moment, magical light crisscrossed above the Purple Demon Abyss, as bright as day. The monster, caught off guard by the sudden attack, roared angrily, its massive body twisting wildly, shaking the ground like waves. But the ancient demon quickly regained its footing; its scales suddenly glowed with an eerie red light, and its demonic energy surged like a tidal wave, forming a black barrier that deflected everyone's attacks.
Lin Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Seeing the monster's increasingly ferocious state, he knew he had to finish it quickly. He took a deep breath, channeling the remaining spiritual energy in his dantian. The runes on the Demon-Slaying Sword began to flash intensely, golden light flowing as if it were tangible. "Fellow disciples, heed my command!" he roared, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "Concentrate your attack on its throat!"
The fellow disciples understood each other perfectly and adjusted their formation in perfect unison. Zhao Qingyang's spear transformed into a streak of azure light, aiming straight for the demon's face to draw its attention; Chen Mo's flute music grew more intense, the sound waves binding the demon's claws like chains, restricting its movements. Taking advantage of the demon's momentary distraction, Lin Xiu unleashed spiritual energy beneath his feet, his figure shooting towards the demon's throat like an arrow. The golden light on the Demon-Slaying Sword merged with the spiritual energy around him, drawing a dazzling trajectory through the demonic aura.
"Drink!" With a roar, Lin Xiu mustered all his strength and plunged the Demon-Slaying Sword into the monster's throat. The monster let out a shrill scream, its demonic energy instantly dissipated, its massive body swayed a few times, and finally crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.