Chapter 44: Sixty Years Later

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, sixty years had gone by.

Deep in the endless desert of the far west, there sat an ancient and eerie mysterious ruin.

"This is the place."

"According to Celestial Master Zhang's description, this should be the ruins of the Original Demon Sect from back then."

"Quickly, go and inform Celestial Master Zhang."

Dozens of Jianghu martial artists who had explored this far were all invigorated.

The burly man leading them quickly gave out orders and then stood guard in front of the ruins.

"It's said that these ruins shift positions with the movement of the earth's veins, changing locations every so often. Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken us this long to find them."

Beside the burly man, a dark-skinned man whispered.

Half a day later.

Before the ruins, a young man wearing Taoist robes appeared at some unknown moment.

"Celestial Master Zhang."

Upon seeing him, the burly man immediately stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Greetings, Celestial Master Zhang."

The rest of the crowd bowed one after another.

Facing this seemingly ordinary Taoist, everyone felt an immense pressure welling up in their hearts.

Because this Celestial Master Zhang was definitely the most murderous among all the Celestial Masters in the history of the Celestial Masters Residence.

In the past, the Celestial Masters of the Celestial Masters Residence indeed used to descend the mountain to eradicate demons.

But at most, they would do so for a few years. Yet this Celestial Master Zhang had been eradicating demons for a full sixty years.

To this day, the many Devil Heads who were once extremely arrogant have long since become legends, and the two most taboo words in the world are 'Demonic Path'.

And all of this was because of Celestial Master Zhang.

By his own strength, Celestial Master Zhang had killed so many that no one in the world dared to call themselves a Devil Head.

Someone privately calculated that in sixty years, the number of Devil Heads who died at Celestial Master Zhang's hands was in the hundreds of thousands, if not a million.

"This is it."

Lin Yuan carefully observed the ruins and confirmed that they were indeed the site of the Original Demon Sect.

As a power that could contend with the first-generation Celestial Master 6,800 years ago, the Original Demon Sect could be said to be the source of all demons in the world.

If Lin Yuan wanted to truly eradicate all demons in the world, he definitely couldn't bypass these ruins.

However, the Original Demon Sect ruins were not fixed in one place; their position was constantly changing.

Therefore, Lin Yuan directly used the name of the Celestial Master to mobilize the world's martial artists, finally pinning down the location of the ruins today.

"I'm going in."

"You all leave as quickly as possible."

Lin Yuan glanced at the burly man and the others and spoke.

"Yes."

The burly man immediately responded.

"Celestial Master Zhang, it's very dangerous inside these ruins. You must be careful."

The burly man hesitated for a moment but still spoke up.

He still greatly admired Celestial Master Zhang. During Lin Yuan's sixty years of eradicating demons, although the world wasn't entirely free of conflict, it was at least much more peaceful.

The burly man's grandfather often told him that sixty years ago, Devil Heads were arrogant, frequently teaming up to kidnap people, consume their blood, and Cultivate Demonic Techniques.

"I know what I'm doing."

Lin Yuan nodded and then walked straight into the ruins.

Outside the ruins, the crowd quickly began to discuss.

"That's Celestial Master Zhang? He looks so young."

"Young? Sixty years ago, Celestial Master Zhang was already twenty. He's eighty now."

"How can we even imagine a Celestial Master? I've heard that Celestial Masters of every generation can live for over two hundred years."

The crowd discussed in low voices; after all, over these years, Celestial Master Zhang had already been 'mythologized'. Compared to other Celestial Masters of past generations, Celestial Master Zhang had spent the longest time eradicating demons, so his fame was even deeper. Even the Emperor of Great Yu had to bow respectfully upon meeting Celestial Master Zhang.

Over these years, Celestial Master Zhang had commanded the world's heroes in the name of the Celestial Master. What did he rely on? Were the world's heroes naturally obedient? It was his absolutely invincible strength.

Although Celestial Master Zhang had always only killed Devil Heads, how a Devil Head was defined depended entirely on Celestial Master Zhang himself.

Even if you cultivated a Righteous Path technique and had never harmed a single person, if Celestial Master Zhang considered you a Devil Head, then you were one, and you could be killed.

"Alright."

"Everyone, let's go."

"Since Celestial Master Zhang told us to leave, he must have his own reasons."

"Even if the Original Demon Sect has perished, its ruins are not to be underestimated. Celestial Master Zhang has no fear, but we are not Celestial Master Zhang."

The burly man said seriously.

Hearing this, the others immediately felt a tremor in their hearts.

They quickly followed the burly man away from the place.

Inside the Original Demon Sect ruins.

Lin Yuan strolled leisurely.

An invisible Taiji Qi Field centered on him, covering a radius of a hundred meters.

Within a hundred meters, everything was as clear as the lines on his palm, visible down to the smallest detail.

Sixty years ago, when Lin Yuan attained the position of Celestial Master, he was already invincible in the world, surpassing all previous Celestial Masters.

Now that sixty years had passed, even Lin Yuan himself was somewhat unable to judge what level he had reached.

For sixty years, although Lin Yuan was busy eradicating demons, possessed of Heaven-Defying Comprehension, whether in seclusion or out fighting, he was constantly comprehending the Dao and cultivating.

Before becoming a Celestial Master, the reason Lin Yuan hid on Dragon Tiger Mountain was, first, because his strength was not yet invincible, and there was a certain risk in descending.

Second, he hadn't yet fully mastered the Zhenwu Taoist Scripture Repository on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

After becoming a Celestial Master, even if he wasn't eradicating demons, Lin Yuan wouldn't have stayed on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Instead, he would have traveled the world to sense heaven and earth.

The interior of the ruins was dark and eerie.

But Lin Yuan seemed unaffected, walking straight toward the deepest part of the ruins.

Before long.

Lin Yuan saw a massive altar.

The altar was black and red, with faint traces of blood remaining on its surface.

"Hehehe."

Just as Lin Yuan looked at the altar, a low and powerful voice was heard.

Innumerable blood-colored Qi emerged from the surface of the altar, coalescing into a blood-red figure.

"So many years have passed, and the Zhenwu lineage has finally produced another Celestial Master."

The blood-red figure stared at Lin Yuan and chuckled.

"Who are you?"

Lin Yuan asked.

"Who am I?"

"You can call me the Original Demonic Spirit."

The blood-red figure's voice rose, speaking with a hint of madness.

"Original Demonic Spirit?"

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment and asked, "You are not from this realm?"

As early as when he obtained the true martial sword, Lin Yuan had speculated that it came from another world.

Because the power of Taiyin and Taiyang within the true martial sword was something even the current Lin Yuan couldn't achieve, let alone the Celestial Masters of past generations.

And the Celestial Master was the ceiling of this world. If a Celestial Master couldn't do it, it meant no living being in this world could.

Only a so-called other world, or simply the 'Upper Realm', was possible.

Now that Lin Yuan had met the Original Demonic Spirit before him, he was even more certain of his suspicion.

The way the Original Demonic Spirit had just appeared already exceeded the mundane. Combined with its tone, it was very likely that it had existed since 6,800 years ago.

"Hahahaha."

"This generation's Celestial Master actually has some insight, knowing this Demonic Spirit's origin."

The blood-red figure sized up Lin Yuan. "However, since you've come in, the person this Demonic Spirit chose has likely already died by your hand."

A hundred years ago, the Wanmo Sect Master accidentally entered the ruins.

Under the secret guidance of the Original Demonic Spirit, he obtained a portion of the Original Demon Sect's Legacy from back then.

With this, he stirred up a bloodbath in the world.

Actually, this wasn't an isolated case. Over the past 6,800 years, every few centuries, a scene of demonic chaos would occur in the world, and most of it was the work of the Original Demonic Spirit.

"Speak. What do you want by coming here to find this Demonic Spirit?"

The blood-red figure stood in the center of the altar and asked with interest.

He had been lonely for too long. The last time he saw a living person was a hundred years ago.

"I intend to try and destroy you."

Lin Yuan did not hide his purpose.

He had commanded the world's heroes to find the Original Demon Sect ruins in order to completely end this source of all demons.

Without the Original Demon Sect ruins, in the coming centuries or millennia, many Devil Heads might still appear, but at least they wouldn't cause a great disaster.

"Hahahaha."

"You want to destroy me?"

"How arrogant!"

"Before you, more than twenty Celestial Masters found this place."

"Among them was the very first Celestial Master of this world. Why do you think I still exist today?"

The blood-red figure was slightly stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Taiyin."

"Taiyang."

Lin Yuan didn't say anything more. Instead, with a slight thought, he channeled the power of Taiyin and Taiyang from between heaven and earth, pressing it down toward the altar.

Rumble!

The black and white colors transformed into a Great Yin-Yang Millstone, intending to crush the altar. The entire ruin shook faintly.

Under the crushing force of the Great Yin-Yang Millstone, the blood-red figure suddenly staggered back a few steps, the vivid red of its form dimming slightly.

"Controlling the power of Taiyin and Taiyang simultaneously… with just this method, you surpass all the Celestial Masters of the Zhenwu lineage in this world, including the first Celestial Master who received the Zhenwu preaching."

"But just with this, you still cannot destroy me."

The blood-red figure's tone returned to calm. A large amount of blood-colored Qi emerged from the surrounding altar again, constantly making up for his consumption.

"Condense."

Lin Yuan circulated the Taiyin and Taiyang within his body, extended his right hand, and slowly pressed down.

After sixty years of cultivation and Dao comprehension, Lin Yuan's understanding of Taiyin and Taiyang was far beyond what it was sixty years ago. The power of Taiyin and Taiyang he mobilized now was truly vast and mighty.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

The Great Yin-Yang Millstone expanded tenfold. The power of Taiyin and Taiyang transformed into each other, endlessly regenerating, surging like a vast ocean.

"It's useless, I am immortal—"

The Original Demonic Spirit's expression changed slightly, yet he was still talking tough.

But only a few breaths of time passed.

"Stop, stop, stop."

"Let's talk this out nicely."

"There's no need to resort to violence."