Great Demon Creation Heaven

"Then what should we do?" "We can't just have you run along behind us." Yu Xian looked at Zhougelasi, speaking with a touch of exasperation. He pondered for a moment and began searching for a miraculous item that might work, but just then Zhougelasi smiled and said, "Actually, I have a vehicle. I can ride it to follow you, or travel side by side with you." Saying that, he brought out a leaf. In the next instant, the leaf swelled rapidly, taking the shape of a skiff. He sat atop the leaf boat and smiled. "This will do." "That works too. We'll leave it at that, then." Seeing that Zhougelasi had his own solution, Yu Xian did not bother looking for any more miraculous items. Next, the Aska and the leaf skiff moved side by side, leaving Chestnut World together. Yu Xian picked a direction at random, and the two vessels set off at a leisurely pace. ... ... "Yu Xian!" "Yu Xian..." "Yu Xian......" In a drowsy daze, Yu Xian seemed to hear a familiar murmur in his ear. Frowning, he struggled to wake up, yet the moment he exerted the slightest effort, the sensation seemed to pull away and recede into the distance, leaving him afraid to push too hard. "Who is it?" "Who are you?" Yu Xian replied instinctively, hazy and halting. "Yu Xian..." "I... have failed..." "Be careful... he will come looking for you..." The voice sounded again, but Yu Xian could catch only broken, indistinct words. Finally, when he pressed a little harder, the dream abruptly shattered. He snapped his eyes open. He was sitting on the deck of the Aska, the rocking chair still swaying gently. Above him, a rainbow of vibrant colors filled the sky, where various energies and forms of matter hung suspended in place. "..." Yu Xian looked up at the sky in silence. Although he knew very well that the Tree Universe had no sky, no directions, and no up, down, left, or right, he habitually treated whatever lay above the deck of the Aska as the sky. That voice... A wave of restless anxiety washed over Yu Xian. The moment he regained full consciousness, he knew that voice belonged to Zhenwo Changjing. He was far too familiar with Zhenwo Changjing's voice, and precisely because he had recognized it, he was deeply, desperately worried. It had been an exceedingly long time since Zhenwo Changjing had set out to find Zhenwo Changle. Though he had silently wished for Zhenwo Changjing to succeed all this time, this dream gave him an ominous premonition. "Didn't Auntie achieve supreme enlightenment?" "Why would she still fail? Did something unexpected happen?" Yu Xian rose from the chair and walked over to the edge of the Aska. Resting a hand on the railing, he grew increasingly uneasy the more he thought about it. The problem was, where was Zhenwo Changjing? The "he" she mentioned had to be Zhenwo Changle. If Zhenwo Changle was coming for him, did that mean Zhenwo Changjing was dead? Yu Xian narrowed his eyes, his grip on the railing tightening steadily. No. Now that he knew Zhenwo Changjing was in danger, there was no way he could just sit by and do nothing. He immediately sank his consciousness into his dimensional backpack, searching for miraculous items or soul treasures with tracking functions. He had to find Zhenwo Changjing before the worst-case scenario came to pass. ... ... Out along a certain branch extending through the Tree Universe, atop a lotus-shaped world, sat a man cross-legged. The man had long green hair and a miraculous golden vertical mark between his brows. His eyes were closed tight, bereft of any smile, carrying an eerie, wicked air between his brows instead. From time to time, this wicked aura transformed into world-shaking murderous intent. Yet whenever the murderous intent flared, the woman encircling him from behind would gently smooth it away. Upon closer inspection, one would find that this woman was not sitting behind him at all; she grew out of his back, sharing a single body with him. "Changjing, you have lost." "Why continue to struggle? Since you lost, wouldn't it be wonderful to obediently become part of me?" Zhenwo Changle opened his eyes faintly at this moment, completely unbothered that his murderous intent had been smoothed away, calmly attempting to persuade her. "You should never have touched that power. It is a path to eternal damnation," Zhenwo Changjing sighed, speaking solemnly. Zhenwo Changle said with complete confidence, "Any power that dares present itself to me, I naturally dare to wield. No one can ever take it back from my hands." "You are too arrogant," Zhenwo Changjing said helplessly. Zhenwo Changle shook his head. "No, this is confidence. I am invincible under the heavens. No matter what scheme anyone devises, before absolute power, it is nothing but a joke." "The Great Demon Heart Sutra should not exist in this world. It is a dead end," Zhenwo Changjing said. Zhenwo Changle finally laughed. He chuckled and said, "If that is so, then try and stop me. But you can barely protect yourself right now—how long can you truly stop me?" Because they shared a single body, his cultivation of the Great Demon Heart Sutra had contaminated Zhenwo Changjing as well. Zhenwo Changjing's control over him was waning by the day, and before long, he would regain complete freedom. "Well then, it is time to cultivate again. I wonder how many people will realize their true nature this time?" "Exchange the true heaven with my demonic heaven: Great Demon Creation Heaven." Zhenwo Changle spoke with a laugh. In the next instant, an invisible force surged and dissolved into the Tree Universe. Like a colorless, odorless, virulent poison perfectly blending into water, it tainted all the water as one. This force possessed a speed that surpassed all things. Any living being active within the Tree Universe had a chance of falling victim to it. Zhenwo Changjing wanted to stop it, but she was already infected herself. All she could do now was strive to suppress the demonic thoughts within her while diverting a minuscule fraction of her power to impede that force from polluting the Tree Universe. At an unimaginably distant point on the opposite end, within a space formed after a branch bifurcated again and again and again and again. A hearty Mighty One sporting an afro suddenly stared at the people around him. A thought sprang into his mind: *These people are so weak. I could grind them all into paste with a single punch.* "Mr. Gesi? What's wrong?" Seeing the Mighty One suddenly freeze, a little girl stepped forward and called out to him warmly. Their world had collapsed, and it was fortunate that Mr. Gesi had intervened, saving everyone on their tiny planet and even promising to take them to a suitable world to settle down. Everyone was profoundly grateful to Mr. Gesi, and the little girl's initial fear of him had gradually turned into reliance. Hearing the little girl's voice, Gesi snapped his eyes open and looked down at the child, who barely reached his knees. *Her head... I want to crush it so badly. Just imagining the brains bursting out makes my whole body tingle with delight.* *No!* *No, no, no!* Gesi suddenly realized he shouldn't be thinking this way. He shook his head and said, "I... I'm fine. Hurry back to your mother." "Are you really okay, Mr. Gesi? Are you sick?" The little girl looked at Gesi with worry, her voice brimming with concern. The murderous intent inside Gesi spiked violently. *I want to crush this little thing to death. I want to stomp her flat so badly—one stomp would probably squeeze the shit right out of her.* *I want to kill her so badly!* Gesi's eyes gradually turned red, saliva slowly drooling from his mouth.