Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 811 Saying Goodnight to This World

The wind was strong in the deep mountains at night, blowing in gusts from both sides of the cliffs, with a faint howling sound.

clatter…...

The soft footsteps fell, and the wind suddenly stopped.

The fallen leaves and withered branches, blown by the wind, twirled and slowly descended to the ground.

"How dare you! You killed someone from my Yuanmiao Sect and still dare to fight back." The voice was initially muffled, but then quickly became clear.

“Such an interesting lad… This is the first time I’ve seen one in over a hundred years.” A middle-aged man wearing an eye patch slowly appeared on the stone pillar opposite Han Yi.

His attire was strange, with the metal eye mask on his face being particularly eye-catching.

Dressed entirely in black and holding a short brown cane, he appeared to be blind, yet strangely seemed to be able to see everything clearly.

"Yes...we've always been too lenient with this world...times of indulgence...only to be met with provocation...what a pity, what a pity..."

Then another person appeared silently on another stone pillar, as if riding the wind.

"Kid, kill yourself. The air down the mountain is polluted; I don't want to stay any longer." His smile was gentle, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

This is a man dressed as a scholar, wearing a wide white robe, a square scarf on his head, and holding a book in his hand. He looks no different from an ordinary scholar.

The fact that the book was open, with pages turning on their own, and that the wind seemed to be restrained and absorbed, with gusts of air gathering and swirling around it, was enough to illustrate this.

This could never be an ordinary person.

At this moment, three people stood on each of the three huge stone pillars, forming a tripod.

Han Yi's skin trembled violently, as if he had encountered a fatal danger, and he felt a pain like being pricked by a knife or needle.

The two people standing on the left and right had their breaths rising and falling, as low as the ocean and as high as a mountain, making his chest numb and his breathing difficult. It even made the surrounding space feel sealed off and closed.

It's obvious who these two are.

Two Venerable-level powerhouses!

This Yuanmiao Sect... they're not giving us any way out at all! Han Yi smiled bitterly to himself.

The path to survival he had originally considered.

It was Emperor Yuanmiao's slow reaction that gave them time to relocate and evacuate Yunzhou.

Or at most, there might be one enemy at the Venerable level.

They desperately tried to delay one person...

Artificially created opportunities.

Take a look now.

The Venerable Masters of the Yuanmiao Sect rarely descend the mountain, yet now they've mobilized two of them for his sake…

Sizzle sizzle…

The surrounding air began to vibrate subtly, and under the immense, yet imperceptible, pressure, Han Yi slowly stood up.

An immense pressure loomed over him, like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Sensing the threat, the body rapidly expanded, its upper garments ripping apart layer by layer to reveal a hard and strong flesh. Chunks of dark red muscle bulged and swelled, like solid iron armor, while countless thick, dense, iron-chain-like blood vessels bulged, burning hot, as if flowing not with human blood, but with a scorching, high-temperature substance like molten lava.

He suddenly entered the third stage, Han Yi's physical liberation form.

The head is enlarged proportionally, with a mark on the forehead between the eyebrows that glows faintly with a green light and flickers slowly.

The green mark has a strange, irregular shape, like a child's doodle, yet it fits perfectly with its enormous size, which has grown to over three meters tall.

The interplay of power and mystery caused Han Yi's aura to rise steadily.

"Can we make a deal?" He lowered his head, looking down at the two of them, his black pupils filled with indifference and ruthlessness. "You... just pretend you mistook me for someone else... and didn't see me... leave a sliver of hope for the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect... I... will owe you a huge favor!" "After all, the demonic calamity is imminent. If something goes wrong during the battle... and causes trouble later... you'll regret it."

Han Yi's voice was low and deep, his tone wistful, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible hope.

"regret?"

The two of them burst into laughter as if they had heard an extremely funny joke.

"Interesting, interesting. It's rare to come out like this, and I've indeed discovered quite a few interesting things. Yunxiao, it seems that what the teachers said about experiencing the mortal world and tempering one's Dao heart... has some truth to it."

The scholar laughed loudly, "Boy, we don't care about your favors. Listen up, the one who kills you is the Twin Swords of Mo Xiao!"

"That's a pity..." Han Yi slowly raised his head and sighed.

In the distance, a crescent moon rose faintly on the horizon, with twinkling stars appearing indistinctly. "Then please..."

He came to his senses and quietly looked at the two of them.

"Goodnight to this world!!!"

boom!

A colossal figure burst forth, blotting out the sky and blocking out all light, like a gigantic demon god descending from the heavens.

Unstoppable, unyielding.

The mountains and forests suddenly fell silent.

……………

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Roll, roll, roll...

The heavy carriage traveled along the rugged mountain road, leaving two blurry tracks.

The continuous, rapid movement of the carriages quickly enlarged and solidified the tracks, making them clearer. In a clearing high in the mountains, a large group of people, divided into several groups, each stood in a corner, intently watching the direction the caravan was moving.

“Yuanmiao Sect has made a move… Can we…” A burly man wearing gold earrings said with a greedy look on his face, his eyes following the convoy as it moved forward.

"Han Yi did leave without a problem... but there are wolves all around..." someone mocked. "Why don't you go up and test the waters first?"

"Let's give it a try! This incredible opportunity, if you won't go, I will!" The burly man leaped into the air, his hands like iron claws reaching for a carriage.

puff!

He had only just leaped halfway off the cliff.

In an instant, a black longsword shot into the sky, piercing through his back like lightning, passing right through his chest, and forcefully embedding him in the ground.

"Where did this piece of trash come from? Is that all the strength you have?" A man slowly emerged from the darkness, a sneer on his face. "I told you not to move, so don't move. If you alert the enemy and ruin the plan... you'll end up like him!"

With a flick of his wrist, the black longsword, like a flying sword from a storybook, soared into the air and beheaded the still screaming burly man.

The headless corpse was lifted up by the force, rolled backward, and fell to its side on the ground.

Fresh blood slowly flowed out, quickly seeping into the ground, and a pungent, bloody smell immediately filled the air.

"Zhao Ying of the Spirit Sword, I didn't expect him to come this time too..."

Everyone was startled, and the open space immediately fell silent.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Zhao Ying, his disheveled hair fluttering in the wind, paid no heed and reached out to lift the blood-stained longsword.

“The Yuanmiao Sect’s influence is indeed quite great… I didn’t expect it to even attract an old poisoner like you…” He held a long sword, the tip pointing forward, standing motionless in one direction.

clatter…...

The still-steaming blood slowly slid down, gathering into a thin line that dripped down from the tip of the sword.

In the dark jungle, a soft sound, like the gliding motion of a reptile swiftly moving through the bushes and grass, rang out.

Swish!

Two bright red eyes suddenly lit up.

A huge snake's head slowly emerged from the forest.

Two scarlet dots, captivating and mesmerizing.

The enormous snake body stretched out for tens of meters, and at its widest point it was almost as thick as a water tank. Its entire body was covered with a layer of snake scales that resembled armor.

Each scale was the size of a palm, and when the body writhed, the scales on its surface even produced a metallic clanging sound. "The spots to go up the mountain... in the past, weren't they always fiercely contested? This time, Yuanmiao Sect is actually willing to release a large number of them. If you don't come, wouldn't you be getting a free pass?"

A sinister, eerie laugh suddenly echoed through the mountains and forests.

The snake's head slowly lowered and descended, and a pale-faced middle-aged man stepped down.

"He...run...it's..."

The moment they saw him, the crowd in the open space turned pale with fear, as if they had seen a venomous snake, their eyes filled with undisguised dread.

Several people who were closer to the middle-aged man turned ashen-faced and retreated in a panic, as if they were in mourning.

The middle-aged man was not ugly; in fact, he could be described as handsome.

But what was striking was the colorful fabric wrapped around his arms and the small snake coiled around his ears.

Anyone who saw it would instinctively move away. "Although you're a bit foolish, you're right about one thing. There are indeed too many useless idiots..." The middle-aged man's gaze swept across the open space, and he frowned.

Ugh~~~~~

At this moment, the men who had just run away bent over and began to vomit profusely.

However, what they vomited was not filth like leftover food.

Instead, they were tiny, white eggs, about the size of a quail, with streaks of blood on them.

The moment these eggs fell to the ground, tiny snakes gnawed through the shells, emerging one after another, dripping with a sticky liquid.

In the man's despairing eyes, the little snake seemed to smell a delicious feast. It gnawed a bloody hole in their bodies through their seven orifices, or even gnawed a hole in their skin, and began to devour them.

Watching helplessly as their bodies were slowly devoured, the agonizing screams and heart-wrenching cries of agony were unbearable.

Hearing the horrified expressions of the people around him, he felt a chill run down his spine and moved further away.

The voice gradually faded, and then there was no more sound.

The small snake, noticeably larger than before, with its belly bulging, crawled towards the middle-aged man like rivers flowing into the sea.