The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 778 - 321: Annihilating the Golden Crow

Underneath the resplendent golden firmament, twelve streaks of golden light tore through the sky, darting towards the grand palace that loomed ethereal atop the Fusang Tree.

"Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest; they fly separately when disaster strikes! This saying seems quite fitting here!" Li Qingming watched the frantic escape of the twelve Golden Crows, his laughter rising.

"Faced with danger, this is the most instinctive choice of all living beings!" Shakyamuni’s eyes sparkled, his palms joined in reverence, faintly exuding a pure Buddha Power.

"Ah, do you intend to take action, Fellow Daoist?" Li Qingming glanced at Shakyamuni with a smile.

"Sigh!" Taking a deep breath, Shakyamuni said, "Amitabha Buddha! This humble monk cannot recklessly slaughter!"

"Fellow Daoist, just wait and watch; the Barbaric will kill them all!" The Ancestor of the Desolate was unconcerned, a cold sneer escaping his lips, as an unabashed murderous intention oozed from his being.

He stepped out beneath the golden sky and, in one stride, was beside a slower Golden Crow, his hand reaching down in a gentle scoop.

"Whoosh!" A soft sound rang out. His hand merged with Heaven and Earth, harmonized with the mountains and rivers, darkening the Heavenly Vault as he bore down overwhelmingly upon the Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow, in shock, did not hesitate to meet the onslaught with its right wing.

"Crack!"

A crisp snap echoed through the air; the Little Golden Crow’s wing was shattered into pieces by the slap of the Ancestor of the Desolate, a heartbreaking cry of agony tearing from its throat.

But in the next instant, its cries stopped abruptly, for the Ancestor’s descending hand was too swift, carving out layers of Rule trajectories that left no room for evasion and fiercely struck its body.

"Slap!"

Blood splattered, and hot Golden Crow blood sprayed out. Its body fragmented like glass, scattering in all directions.

The Ancestor of the Desolate’s slap was thunderous, leaving no chance for escape, pulverizing its body and even its Primordial Spirit had no opportunity to flee.

Every Golden Crow present changed color – these were Saints! Dammit, to be slapped dead with a single strike, just how powerful was this being?

In the distance, Li Qingming’s lips curved into a slight smile, saying, "It seems the Barbaric Friend’s patience has reached its limit; let us now silently mourn for these pitiful three-legged crows!"

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?" The Old Golden Crow was shocked, such cultivation levels were truly terrifying; two Saints had perished at his hand just like that.

"Who am I?" cackled the Ancestor of the Desolate into insanity, "Jinyao ordered the Golden Crow Clan to enter the Barbaric World, to search for that divine item from the past. And now that I have personally brought it here, how is it you do not recognize it?"

"What, you are, you are..." The Old Golden Crow’s color drained from his face, his body trembling violently. The remaining Little Golden Crows were silent as cicadas in winter, shaking, not daring to move an inch.

They knew this man was at the same level as Emperor Jin Wu, and now the Emperor was just a step away from ascending to the Heavenly Dao Realm – who could imagine how high this man’s cultivation was.

"I shall kill my way to the Golden Crow Palace. All of the Golden Crow Clan will perish." The Ancestor of the Desolate advanced, his black hair dancing wildly, his lone presence forcing eleven Saints into retreat. Such a scene was rare even throughout the Universe Chaos Cosmos.

"No, I must inform the Emperor. You all must hold him back!" The Old Golden Crow, cunning and sly, seeing the turn of events, sprang up even before the other Golden Crows could react, soaring towards the Golden Crow Temple, now within a stone’s throw.

The group of Little Golden Crows paused, their expressions souring. That Old Golden Crow was truly shameless to the extreme, knowing full well we couldn’t match the person before us and still sending us to our deaths, the epitome of shamelessness!

But reality did not afford them much time to consider.

The Ancestor of the Desolate struck directly, his body emanating golden Blood Qi that overwhelmed an area of dozens of miles. He roared, "Today I first annihilate you Little Golden Crows, then I’ll go to the Golden Crow Temple to extinguish the old codger Jinyao’s Primordial Spirit. None of you will escape!"

"Boom"

A vast divine might suddenly erupted, the Ancestor of the Desolate as if a living Chaotic Demon God had descended to this world, unceremoniously launching a punch without holding back, filled with the mighty force of the Rule of Power and the Space Rules.

"Gua..."

Standing in the front line, the two Little Golden Crows shone brilliantly, despite their full effort to block the attack, they were utterly unable to withstand the surge of overwhelming Fist Power, comparable to a vast sea!

A pair of fists as large as sandbags, bursting with endless golden light, utterly unstoppable, instantly pulverized the feathers of the two Little Golden Crows, shattering their skulls. The bones steeped in golden blood, alongside their multicolored intestines, were flung in all directions, creating numerous holes in the Void.

"We can’t stop it, we can’t stop it!"

"He’s a Half-step Heavenly Dao Realm powerhouse, we’re simply no match for him!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Run, run fast! The further, the better!"

The remaining nine Golden Crows couldn’t bear such torment and once again fled in panic.

However, this time they’ve wised up. You may be a powerful being, but if we each escape in different directions, we don’t believe you can catch us all in one swoop. There will always be a chance for survival.

Thus, nine dazzling streaks of light, taking the Fusang Divine Wood as the center, radiated in nine different directions: northeast, southeast, northwest...

The expression of Ancestor of the Desolate slightly changed, and he thought to himself: "They sure have played their cards right!"

He glanced back at Li Qingming and the others, but saw Li Qingming wave his hand gently, and Long Xuhu, Man Niu, Li Qingquan, and the others dispersed like fireworks, chasing after those escaping lights.

Li Qingming himself was not idle either; he singled out a Little Golden Crow with the highest strength, let out a great roar like Divine Thunder descending from the Nine Heavens, causing the endless flames below to collapse. The entire Void seemed to freeze.

When he appeared again, he had already grabbed the Golden Crow, large as a mountain, and with his claw, he hoisted it upside down.

"Quack quack..."

The Golden Crow flapped its wings in defiance, black flames rising from its body, burning the Void, its remaining two feet in the three-footed body scratching wildly, trying to escape Li Qingming’s control.

Li Qingming’s eyes were cold, without hesitation he struck with his palm.

"Boom!"

His golden hand, filled with the power of Space Rules, struck the Golden Crow, causing it to cough up blood profusely, its body riddled with cracks, head turned into a squashed watermelon, dead on the spot.

At this moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet; the chilly wind swept through heaven and earth, Man Niu, Long Xuhu, and Xuan Tian had finished the battle and returned to Li Qingming’s side.

Looking towards the distant sky, where Ancestor of the Desolate was furiously pounding on a now-dead Golden Crow, Li Qingming said, "Barbaric Friend, time is of the essence, we should quickly head to the Golden Crow Temple!"

Upon hearing this, Ancestor of the Desolate trembled and, without uttering a word, tossed aside the corpse of the Golden Crow and flew towards the top of the Fusang Divine Tree.

...

The Golden Crow Temple was ablaze with firelight, the golden Fire Element Rule Holy Flame endlessly steamed and rose, casting a hazy aura that made the splendor of the Golden Crow Temple seem like a dream.

Suddenly, an Old Golden Crow with black feathers around its neck broke the tranquility of the temple. It plunged into the temple, crying out anxiously, "Emperor, it’s not good, Emperor!"

Seated high on a golden throne, a young man with clear brows and handsome eyes but a face full of dignity furrowed his eyebrows and snorted coldly, "Elder Jin Hang, what has you so alarmed?"

"Emperor, Emperor!" The Old Golden Crow reverted back to human form, hastily tidying his wrinkled black robe before kneeling and saying, "Do you remember, Emperor, a Calamity ago, when you sent the Holy King to search outside for the Barbaric World and that divine item?"

"Hmm!" Jinyao instinctively tightened his grip on the armrest of his throne, crushing it to pieces. Realizing his show of emotion, he patted his hands and said, "I remember, so what? Have you found it?"

Jin Hang nodded with an ugly expression, saying, "Emperor, the Ancestor of the Desolate is not dead, and he has now come to the outskirts of the Fusang Divine Tree!"

"Smack!"

Jinyao forcefully smashed the throne to bits, suddenly rising, his golden robe billowing without wind, "What are you saying? The Old Barbaric Scoundrel isn’t dead? And he has already reached the outskirts of the Divine Wood?"

Jin Hang, pressed down by the aura of a Half-step Heavenly Dao Realm, didn’t dare to even breathe heavily as he hurriedly said, "I dare not deceive the Emperor; many of our Saint Realm clansmen have died at his hands. Please, Emperor, make preparations early!"

"Hmph, they choose neither heaven’s road nor hell’s gate but come knocking on their own," Jinyao’s eyes flashed fiercely as he snorted, striding towards the temple doors.

The Old Golden Crow, Jin Hang, followed Jinyao closely, moving to the entrance of the hall.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a radiant glow carrying crimson flames appeared before Jinyao, revealing Taiyi who had aged to middle-aged.

He knelt on one knee before Jinyao, respectfully saying, "Uncle, your nephew has already laid a web of heaven and earth around the temple. Whether it’s those folks from Pangu’s Great Thousand World or the Ancestor of the Desolate, once they’re within a hundred miles, they shall not escape!"

Jin Hang looked at Taiyi before him with a stunned expression, and after a moment kowtowed on one knee, saying, "Service Elder Jin Hang greets the Holy King!"

Taiyi stood up, glancing coldly at Jin Hang, and said, "Rise!"

Jin Hang stood up, somewhat puzzled as he looked towards Jinyao, opening his mouth but ultimately not voicing his question.

Noticing Jin Hang’s confusion, Jinyao scoffed, "Before you came, nephew Taiyi had already informed me of everything happening in the Barbaric World. You did well this time, didn’t flee on your own, and after we exterminate the Desolate, I will make you the West King to command the endless Golden Crow army!"

Overjoyed and grateful, Jin Hang hurriedly bowed, "Jin Hang thanks the Emperor for his gracious reward!"

Unbeknownst to the poor Jin Hang, he failed to notice the cold edge in both Taiyi and Jinyao’s eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)