Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth rumbled violently.
Everyone inwardly cried: Not good!
Although many monsters had surged out earlier, they were merely lackeys.
But now, with the complete collapse of the Myriad Phenomena Formation, the great demon hidden deep within the Demon Suppression Tower was truly about to emerge!
At present, Fang Jixue was already severely injured. If they could hold fast today, the Thousand Machines Sect might remain the Thousand Machines Sect, and Moon City might remain Moon City.
If they failed to hold, not to mention the Galan Kingdom, but the entire Northern Profound Realm’s days of peace would come to an end.
A heavy rumbling sound came from deep underground, rapidly approaching.
Finally, with a tremendous crash, a large hole was smashed open in the tower gate.
A powerful demonic aura burst out from within, materializing and instantly expanding in size. Two giant feet landed on the ground, forming a rotund giant demon covered in bristly hair, with skin like steel and a wild boar-like snout.
Its body was fully half the height of the Demon Suppression Tower.
It was Feng Xi!
With a sweep of its massive hand, it knocked down a crowd as if swatting chicks.
An Nan Chan seized the opportunity to break free from the enforcement elder’s control and rushed toward Fang Jixue.
Unfortunately, before she could get close, a giant hand swept across the ground, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up.
“Let me go! Release your filthy claws!”
An Nan Chan screamed, stabbing fiercely at the giant hand gripping her slender waist with her sword, but it was utterly useless.
By now, Chu Weiliang had shed the purple robes transformed by the Shape-shifting Demon, reverting to her appearance as a lowly servant of the Brahma Heaven Palace. Standing at the back of the crowd, she muttered under her breath:
“Swing her around!”
Feng Xi roared wildly, ignoring An Nan Chan’s struggles and curses, and began swinging her up and down violently like a ragdoll.
Despite having cultivated for over a thousand years, An Nan Chan had been raised as a delicate noble—when had she ever suffered such torment?
After a few rounds, her entire body felt as if her bones were about to shake apart.
Chu Weiliang transmitted her voice softly: “You promised to open the door on your wedding day and set us free. Why did you go back on your word?”
Feng Xi roared furiously: “You promised us, on your wedding day, you’d open the door and set us free! Why are your words like farting and shitting!”
Chu Weiliang: …
An Nan Chan was quickly tossed into disarray, finding it increasingly impossible to defend herself. “I didn’t! I never promised you anything!!!”
Chu Weiliang: “Swing her again!”
Feng Xi: “Swing her again!”
After saying this, it realized this part didn’t need to be spoken, so it continued swinging her.
Fang Jixue had already risen to his feet again, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. A blue light flashed in his palm, materializing the Azurefall Sword.
“Feng Xi, release her.”
Step by step, he walked to the front of everyone, confronting the giant demon that stood as tall as a small hill.
Feng Xi was an ancient monster, its true form resembling a boar, impervious to blades and spells, with no weak spots.
Against such a rebellious demonic entity, the only option was to capture and seal it—it could not be killed, nor could it die.
Chu Weiliang stood at the very back of the crowd. “Fang Jixue, take another half step forward, and I’ll tear your bride in half.”
Feng Xi: “Fang, take another half step forward, and I’ll rip your bride’s little skirt off!”
Chu Weiliang: …
Although… but…
Alright, yours is still more damaging.
With Feng Xi’s strength, it could easily crush An Nan Chan into pulp with one squeeze.
Fang Jixue indeed dared not act rashly.
He began mobilizing his forces, preparing to reseal the formation at any moment, gradually tightening the encirclement.
Feng Xi was forced to the cliff behind the Demon Suppression Tower with no retreat, growing increasingly agitated. Its massive fists pummeled the mountain until it crumbled, frightening An Nan Chan into continuous screams.
At this point, Fang Jixue dared not press further for An Nan Chan’s safety.
A stalemate ensued.
As dusk approached.
Chu Weiliang, who had somehow obtained a small bag of sunflower seeds from Moon Shade Hall, sat in an inconspicuous spot cracking them open. Finding the spectacle dull, she grew bored.
Thus, she commanded Feng Xi: “Strip her!”
Back on the Sin Cleansing Platform, An Nan Chan had once used her sword to tear Chu Weiliang’s clothes. Today, failing to make this bride expose some skin would be an injustice.
Feng Xi: “Roooar—! Strip her!!!”
Its crude, gigantic fingers genuinely began tearing at An Nan Chan’s skirt.
An Nan Chan, after all, was a delicate princess of noble lineage. Being held in a giant demon’s grasp while suffering such public humiliation was utterly unbearable.
She fought back with desperate resolve.
The moment Feng Xi drew near, her sword flashed with cold light—a life-or-death strike fueled by her entire cultivation!
Demon-Subduing Heavenly Blade!
It struck Feng Xi squarely in the left eye.
“Roooar—!!!”
Roaring in agony, Feng Xi flung her away in a frenzied rage.
Just as An Nan Chan tumbled to the ground, Fang Jixue reactivated the grand formation.
“Fool!” Chu Weiliang cursed.
I told you to strip her skirt, not offer your eye to her!
A pig will always be a pig.
But perhaps this was better.
The greater the chaos, the more entertaining the spectacle.
It’d be best if the Thousand Machines Sect were torn apart.
As events spiraled toward more intriguing developments, she crossed her legs and continued snacking on sunflower seeds.
Feng Xi’s rampage allowed the little demons within the Demon Suppression Tower to seize the opportunity to wreak havoc. In an instant, the faint clarity that had briefly emerged between heaven and earth was once again smothered by dark clouds.
Huahua grew somewhat fearful.
Though Feng Xi was ferocious, it lacked intelligence.
Whereas Fang Jixue was visibly formidable.
“Madam, who do you think will ultimately prevail?”
Chu Weiliang spat out a sunflower seed shell. “Me, of course.”
Huahua: …
Sure enough, though Feng Xi—now blind in one eye—led the demon horde in a frenzied onslaught that seemed to gain the upper hand, not a single monster managed to escape the boundaries of the Thousand Machines Sect.
They were all under Fang Jixue’s control.
How could a man who had reached the ninth layer of the supreme Demon Sealing path, renounced ascension, and vowed to guard the Demon Realm Gate for millennia be easily defeated?
Just as the monsters believed victory was within grasp and began roaring in triumphant celebration—
Fang Jixue’s Azurefall Sword abruptly blazed with brilliant cyan light.
“Myriad Forms Demon Subduing Array, arise—!!!”
In that moment, the sky above the Thousand Machines Sect filled with violet thunderbolts and lightning.
The cyan radiance of Azurefall Sword and the violet glow of the Myriad Phenomena Formation reflected each other in dazzling interplay.
The demons’ revelry turned into screams. Ten thousand Purple-Gold Bells, previously shaken into the mud, soared back into the Demon Suppression Tower.
The violet and cyan light rapidly contracted.
Any monster it touched instantly disintegrated into dust.
The only path to survival was retreat into the Demon Suppression Tower.
Lesser demons scrambled to squeeze inside, widening the gaps in the tower gates that Feng Xi had earlier shattered.
Only Feng Xi stubbornly resisted with brute strength.
While desperately enduring the pressure of the Myriad Phenomena Formation, it roared:
“Damned woman, liar! You tricked me into coming out, promised me freedom, and now you’re trying to get me killed! You just wanted to show off how powerful you are!”
It was cursing Chu Weiliang.
But to others, it clearly sounded like An Nan Chan.
Even An Nan Chan herself thought so.
“Shut up! How dare you falsely accuse others when you’re about to die!”
The more flustered she became, the more she seemed to be protesting too much, drawing sidelong glances.
Only Fang Jixue remained unmoved from start to finish, wholly focused on the Demon Sealing.
However, the violet and cyan light gathering above couldn’t proceed further when it reached the final point.
He had been afflicted by inner demons earlier, injuring his heart meridian.
Today, he had repeatedly activated the Myriad Phenomena Formation, already at the end of his strength.
That remaining point.
Feng Xi couldn’t break through.
Nor could Fang Jixue completely seal it.
Both sides were deadlocked once again.
All the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect surged forward, forming sword formations to assist their sect leader.
But though they knew the methods of Demon Sealing, they were utterly useless.
The Myriad Forms Demon Subduing Array had been personally constructed by Chu Weiliang, and only Fang Jixue knew how many intricacies were hidden within.
He had taught her how to build it but had never instructed anyone else.
Now, all these people’s efforts were in vain, like water in a bamboo basket—completely useless.
Trapped within the violet and cyan light, even the dim-witted Feng Xi could see the situation clearly with its single eye.
“Hahahaha…! Just this little bit left?”
“Come on, put some effort into it! Show me how powerful you are!”
“If you won’t show me, then I’ll show you what real power looks like!”
It began enduring excruciating pain, using its brutish fingers to poke at the last remaining hole in the Myriad Phenomena Formation.
Brute force, hard digging!
Completely ignoring its flesh being scorched, emitting foul, charred smoke!
If this continued, this Magic Beast that had cultivated for ten thousand years would slowly dismember itself.
Yet faced with such reckless methods, Fang Jixue had no way to stop it.
He couldn’t seal it shut.
But retreating would spell disaster.
He could only hover mid-air, supporting the massive violet and cyan light sphere, locked in a stalemate with Feng Xi.
An Nan Chan leaped to the gap in the formation, unleashing a series of demon-subduing and slaying spells at Feng Xi with her sword.
Unable to contribute to sealing the formation, she vented all her old and new grudges here instead.
But instead of subduing the enemy, it only drove Feng Xi to greater madness and made things harder for Fang Jixue.
Huahua, being a demon, felt sympathy for Feng Xi and grew anxious, circling Chu Weiliang while bubbling with worry.
“Madam, what should we do? Save the big pig.”
“Pig-brained fool!” After living so long, it still didn’t know how to adapt—no wonder it had been trapped in a tower for ten thousand years.
Chu Weiliang threw away the melon seeds in her hand.
“Today, I’m doing this for your sake.”
She glanced around, deciding the wedding had been thoroughly ruined and she’d had enough fun for the day.
So she bit her lip, boldly stepped into the air, flying over everyone’s heads, ignoring the shocked gazes from below, and headed straight for Fang Jixue.
A young girl in servant’s attire, her hair tied in two buns, flew across and stepped squarely on Fang Jixue’s shoulder.
Then, using the momentum, she leaped even higher, arriving before the stunned An Nan Chan. Under her wide-eyed, astonished gaze, a burst of deep purple light appeared in the girl’s hand as she gently tapped the final flaw Feng Xi was desperately digging at.
A single grain overwhelming the sea!
The entire Myriad Phenomena Formation trembled, the violet light suddenly blazing brightly, instantly becoming complete.
Everyone gasped in astonishment.
Who was she?
Where did she come from?
She could actually seal the Myriad Forms Demon Subduing Array!