Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

"Look! Jiuyou is failing!"

"His supernatural powers are about to crumble!"

"As expected, there is an insurmountable gap between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation! No matter how talented he is, he will ultimately be defeated!"

"Master Qingming's strategies are flawless; victory in this battle is assured!"

Exclamations and discussions erupted among the surviving spectators from both sides of the strait.

Everyone thought the outcome was already decided.

Even Song Xuanming, who was heartbroken, suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light appearing in them.

If I could witness Jiuyou's execution with my own eyes, at least... at least I could avenge the blood debt owed to the patriarch, my third brother, and the dead clansmen!

Jiang Feng held his mentally challenged father tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, his face extremely solemn.

His and his father's lives, and even the future of the Jiang family.

At this moment, everything depends on Jiuyou alone!

"Senior! Hang in there!"

Under the watchful eyes of countless people—

The enormous body of the Nine Netherworld could no longer hold on and shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, eventually returning to the height of an ordinary person.

His face was pale, and his blood was surging; clearly, the continuous fierce battles, especially the final soul-shaking impact, had greatly exhausted him...

Qingming Zhenren's killing intent surged to its peak. He knew that the decisive moment had arrived!

"Nine Netherworlds! You've run out of tricks, haven't you? Let's see what other methods you have! Die!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the [Breath of the Gentle Breeze] burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance.

His magical power surged wildly, coalescing in front of him into a giant tornado with a diameter of over two hundred feet, composed entirely of destructive wind blades!

The core of the tornado was a deep, dark cyan, radiating a terrifying aura that could tear everything apart and obliterate all things!

Like a world-destroying wind dragon, it devoured the shrunken and seemingly weakened Nine Netherworld!

A terrifying killing intent locked on instantly!

It looked like the Nine Netherworlds were about to be completely engulfed by this destructive storm!

However, in this desperate situation, Jiu You, whose body had "shrunk," did not despair; instead, a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.

"Is that so? It's a pity... your scheming is ultimately superficial."

His voice was no longer loud, but carried a chilling hoarseness and coldness.

"Three stages—"

"Abyss Demonic Mark - Bankai - Demonic Descent Form!"

A surge of energy, completely different from blood and qi, and filled with an aura of extreme chaos, depravity, coldness, and death, suddenly erupted from Jiuyou's body!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!"

Amidst the chilling sound, one could see Jiuyou's exposed skin—

Countless dense, jet-black demonic patterns, moving like living creatures, instantly appeared on my neck, cheeks, and arms!

These patterns combine to form all sorts of bizarre and indescribable designs. What's even more unsettling is that these magical runes are hissing outwards, emitting a dense black magical aura!

This "demonic energy" is completely different from the "demonic energy" often referred to in the cultivation world, which is formed by negative emotions such as killing, resentment, and bloodshed, and cultivated with specific spiritual roots (such as blood spiritual roots and dark spiritual roots) by cultivators of the "demonic path"!

The latter is essentially still based on the energy laws of this world, but its attributes are more inclined towards yin and evil.

At this moment, the demonic energy emanating from Jiuyou was the purest and most primal of all—evil!

It seems to belong to another world, carrying a terrifying characteristic of polluting, eroding, and assimilating everything.

This is the abyssal demonic energy that gave birth to the blood spirit embryo "Nine Netherworlds"!

It is the true foundation of the demon race's survival and strength!

Like the spiritual energy of humans, and the demonic energy of demons!

“What…what is this?!?”

"Is he really not human? His aura is terrifying."

"There are three more stages? Why?! What gives him the right?"

Sensing the terrifying and evil demonic energy of the Nine Netherworlds, countless cultivators completely broke down, shouting and screaming in disbelief.

With just the diffused demonic energy, the two-hundred-foot tornado unleashed by Qingming Zhenren was invisibly blocked outside Jiuyou's body, unable to get any closer!

However, Jiuyou's transformation form was not yet completely over.

"Ho...ho..."

All that could be heard was his hot and heavy breathing, like the scorching heat of a bellows!

His skin quickly turned blackish-red, and strangely, the muscles that had been swelling all over his body began to shrink rapidly!

That's not weakness.

It is the ultimate condensation!

The muscles, one by one, were forcibly compressed and bound together, transforming into a tighter and more resilient structure.

The blue veins disappeared, replaced by countless scarlet blood vessels that bulged outwards, rapidly traversing and moving beneath his skin along with the swimming black magic patterns!

His body temperature was also rising rapidly!

The surrounding air distorted and rippled to the naked eye due to the high temperature;

The river water beneath our feet even began to bubble and fizz, and white mist filled the air!

Just as Jiuyou slightly bowed, preparing to unleash his power—

"Puff puff!"

The muscles and blood vessels on his back suddenly bulged and protruded, like a pair of terrifying demonic eyes suddenly opening!

A dark red light flashed briefly in the "eyeball"!

In that instant, an instinctive fear originating from the level of life itself washed over Qingming Zhenren like ice water poured over his entire body!

The confidence on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and... horror!

As if facing a formidable enemy!

He sensed a terrifying threat from that shrunken, solidified body that was far more dangerous and deadly than the previous eighty-one-foot-tall Dharma Body!

"broken."

Before Jiuyou could finish speaking, his figure suddenly vanished in a blur.

The next moment, the two-hundred-foot-tall giant wind tornado was shattered into a hundred sword strikes in a single breath by him, and swept across the entire Azure Dragon Ford in all directions!

"You think you can dodge that well? Try dodging me again!"

Before the gale subsided, Jiuyou's figure vanished again with the wind.

Qingming Zhenren's pupils contracted; not only visually, but even his divine sense could not capture the other's figure.

Suddenly a chill ran down my back, and I was jolted awake!

【Heavenly Dark Robe】!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a layer of transparent gray magic robe rose from his body, and Nine Netherworld's [Ten Thousand Controls] slammed into his back like a door!

Bang——! !

A deafeningly loud bang exploded!

Master Qingming's eyes bulged out instantly, filled with bloodshot veins, and his face was filled with disbelief and horror!

The [Heavenly Netherworld Robe], passed down through generations, burst forth with a dazzling, eerie light, and a clear crack spread across its surface like a spider web!

"puff……"

He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by this "door panel," and a sweet taste rose in his throat, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted uncontrollably towards the river below!

"How is this possible?! His strength, speed... how could they have increased to such an extent?!"

However, his fall had only just begun—

"call out!"

Below, on the river surface, the demonic shadows of the Nine Netherworlds appeared out of thin air, as if they had been waiting there all along.