The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 96 Disciples of Various Schools

The black python gu slowly withdrew from Gui Fangtu's body, coiled on his shoulder, and kept hissing. Its two heads were raised high, and its scarlet snake eyes were no longer staring at Yun Weiyang, but turned to its master, its eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

The scales stood up one by one, and the black python seemed to be resisting something, its body twisting and turning incessantly.

"What!" Gui Fangtu's expression changed drastically as he stared in disbelief at his natal Gu worm, the Black Python Gu, which was resisting his control.

Yun Weiyang's lips curled up slightly.

With a hiss, the black python slid off Gui Fangtu's shoulder and swam to Yun Weiyang's feet. Its body coiled around Yun Weiyang's calves, and its two heads rubbed against the surface of her boots, as if it had seen its long-lost master.

Gui Fangtu's aura plummeted, and his face turned ashen. The Black Python Gu was his natal Gu worm, connected to his soul. Now that the Gu worm had broken away, his soul had also suffered severe damage.

"What...what did you do?" Gui Fangtu's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yun Weiyang remained silent. Suddenly, the sword light surged, and a white dragon roared as it pierced through Gui Fangtu's brow, destroying his soul.

Without the Black Python Gu, Gui Fang Tu was no match for the White Dragon Sky-Piercing Sword.

The head exploded, splattering red and white matter everywhere. The headless corpse stood in place for a moment before slowly collapsing, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yun Weiyang withdrew her sword light, lowered her arm, and her body began to twist and change. Her bones contracted and reorganized, and her face became blurry and clear. In a few breaths, Yun Weiyang transformed into the appearance of Gui Fangtu, with effeminate features and narrow eyes.

Yun Weiyang picked up Gui Fangtu's storage bag from the ground and hung it on her waist.

The black python slowly crawled onto Yun Weiyang's shoulder, its two heads resting on his shoulders, one on each side. Its tongue flicked in and out, licking Yun Weiyang's cheeks with affection and obedience, as if Yun Weiyang were its true master.

"That's a really nice gift."

Yun Weiyang stroked the black python's cool scales and chuckled softly, her voice exactly the same as Gui Fangtu's.

"Thank you, Brother Guifang."

At the summit of a high mountain, Yun Weiyang, wearing the face of Gui Fangtu, stood in the cold wind.

The mountaintop was bare, devoid of any vegetation. The black rocks gleamed with a cold luster under the dim light. Yun Weiyang stood on the edge of the mountaintop, looking down at the valley not far away.

In the valley, a giant tree swayed its branches, its canopy blocking out the sun. Its trunk was as black as ink, and its bark was covered with gnarled patterns, like countless pulsating blood vessels. Its crown was as red as blood, and each leaf was like a drop of congealed blood, rustling in the wind. Deep in the canopy, three fruits hung from the branches, shaped like curled-up babies, all crimson and translucent, with light flowing inside, like three beating hearts.

The Heavenly Demon Blood Tree, and three Heavenly Demon Eyes.

Beneath the tree, hundreds of magical beasts huddled together, roaring and howling at each other, none willing to yield an inch. They were all different in form: some resembled giant wolves, their bodies pitch black with green eyes; some resembled pythons, their bodies several meters long with gleaming scales; some resembled giant birds, their wings folded and their beaks like iron hooks; and some resembled countless poisonous insects entangled together, buzzing.

Each of these demonic beasts was no weaker than a cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm. Hundreds of them huddled together, their ferocious aura soaring into the sky, tearing a huge hole in the dark clouds.

The three Heavenly Demon Eyes are about to mature. When they do, the Blood Tree will release its fruit on its own, and the demonic beasts will swarm forward to compete for the three most precious pieces of demonic true blood in the world.

In previous openings of the Demon Abyss, not all three Heavenly Demon Eyes fell into the hands of the disciples of the Ten Directions Demonic Path; these demonic beasts also wanted a share.

Hundreds of demonic beasts at the Refinement of the Divine Realm blocked the area around the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close—it was simply a pipe dream.

Footsteps approached, and Yun Weiyang withdrew her gaze and looked behind her.

A young man with black hair and a black robe appeared. He had a sinister face, deep-set eyes, a high, hooked nose, and thin, sharp lips. He was like a poisoned blade hidden in its sheath.

The young man's pace was neither fast nor slow, each step steady and powerful, his body surrounded by a faint layer of black water.

Upon reaching the summit, the young man looked at Yun Weiyang, a hint of haughty arrogance in his eyes.

Yun Weiyang smiled and clasped his hands in greeting, his tone warm: "Gu Fangtu of the Gu Sect greets fellow Daoist."

The young man glanced at Yun Weiyang and said indifferently, "Primitive Mountain, Pang Zhen."

Yun Weiyang raised an eyebrow slightly. Primordial Mountain is the oldest and most powerful sect in the Ten Directions Demonic Path. If the Nine Nether Sect is ranked second or even first in the Ten Directions Demonic Path, then Primordial Mountain is the one whose strength is even greater than that of the Nine Nether Sect.

This sect holds a position in the demonic path similar to the Supreme Palace in the righteous path—transcendent and with unfathomable depths.

"So you're a fellow Daoist from Primitive Mountain. My apologies for not recognizing you." Yun Weiyang's smile remained unchanged, but she lowered her fist-clasping gesture slightly, perfectly expressing her respect for the disciples of Primitive Mountain.

Pang Zhen ignored Yun Weiyang and focused his gaze on the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree in the valley.

A streak of blood-red light fell from the sky, like a shooting star, and crashed silently onto the rocks on the mountaintop.

As the bloodstains dissipated, a tall and imposing young man appeared before the crowd. He was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a strong build. His face was resolute and chiseled. He wore a dark red outfit and had a long sword without a scabbard hanging at his waist. The sword was as red as blood, and a faint blood-red light flowed across its blade.

After appearing, this person glanced at Yun Weiyang and Pang Zhen, his gaze as sharp as a tangible blade, filled with oppressive force.

"Seven Kill Sword Tomb, Zhou Shaolong."

After saying this, the young man closed his eyes and said no more.

The Seven Kill Sword Tomb is a sect that rivals the righteous Divine Sword Sect. Its disciples dedicate their lives to cultivating the sword path, entering the Dao through slaughter. Their sword techniques are fierce and domineering, emphasizing the attainment of the supreme Heavenly Demon Dao through slaughter.

The third person walked up from the foot of the mountain. He was dressed in white, with long, flowing hair, a delicate face, beautiful features, and a cool and aloof demeanor.

As the man reached the mountaintop, his gaze swept over Yun Weiyang and the other two, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Xuanyin Sect, Jiang Chulian."

The Xuan Yin Sect is a sect among the Ten Directions Demonic Paths known for its icy and cold techniques. Its members and disciples are cold-hearted and ruthless, and are famous for their coldness and decisiveness in the demonic path.

A deep rumble came from the east, like ten thousand beasts stampeding.

A burly man walked from the horizon, wearing a coarse cloth shirt that revealed his strong forearms and chest. He had dark skin and a simple face, looking like a farmer toiling in the fields.

Behind the burly man followed a giant, snow-white wolf. The wolf was not large, about the size of an ordinary hunting dog, but its emerald green eyes revealed a wisdom that did not belong to a wild beast.

As he strode to the mountaintop, the burly man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said in a rough voice, "Greetings, Shi Le of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, fellow Daoists."