bioinnovel Chapter 326 Slaying the Demonic Dragon!
Chapter 326 Slaying the Demonic Dragon!
When Su Fan woke up, he found himself lying in a bed.
The bed was made of stones and covered with dry straw; it was hard, but much more comfortable than lying on the ruins.
He opened his eyes and saw a stone ceiling above him and stone walls all around him. The room contained only a bed, a table, and a chair.
There was a bowl of water and a bowl of medicine on the table.
Sun Wukong sat in the chair, saw that he was awake, and grinned.
"Kid, you've been sleeping for three days."
Su Fan sat up, his whole body aching.
He took the water that Sun Wukong handed him and drank it all in one gulp.
"Three days? That's too long. Is Xuanming dead?"
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Dead. His soul was scattered, not even ashes remained."
Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
He put down the bowl, stood up, and stretched his limbs.
The injuries on my body haven't fully healed yet, but they no longer affect my ability to walk.
He walked to the door, pushed it open, and saw an open space outside.
The open space was filled with stone houses, densely packed together, like a small village.
Sixteen thousand people lived here, including Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples, human warriors, and elite demons, all crammed together. There were no tents, no military rations, only dry food and water.
The Ziwei Emperor stood in the center of the open space, discussing something with the Yellow Emperor.
Seeing Su Fan come out, he walked over.
"Awake? Healed?"
Su Fan nodded.
"Most of it's done. What about the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Is it really gone?"
The Ziwei Emperor paused for a moment, then nodded.
"That's it. The God Hunters came and demolished everything that could be dismantled and burned everything that could be burned. More than a hundred of our men died, and the rest are here."
Su Fan remained silent.
More than a hundred, not many, but each one of them fought his way out of Nantianmen with him.
He took a deep breath.
"What about the rest of the God Hunters?"
The Ziwei Emperor said, "They ran away. After Xuanming died, they ran away. They went back to their lair and never dared to come out again."
Su Fan looked into the distance.
That's the direction of the Hunters' lair.
He thought for a moment and said, "Stop chasing. We'll never finish. The most important thing now is to return to the primordial world."
The Purple Star Emperor nodded.
"Yes. Patriarch Bodhi is still in Xiniu Hezhou, dragging the demonic dragon alone. He can't hold on much longer."
Su Fan turned around and walked towards the center of the open space.
Sixteen thousand people were watching him, but no one spoke.
He stood in front of them and took a deep breath.
"Everyone, we must return to the Primordial World. Patriarch Bodhi is still waiting for us. Yuanshi and Tongtian are about to awaken. The Demon Dragon is still here, the Heavenly Demon is still here. We must go back and fight the final battle."
No one speaks.
But everyone stood up, picked up their weapons, and stood behind him.
Su Fan turned around and walked towards the teleportation array.
Sixteen thousand people followed behind him, a vast and mighty procession, like a long dragon.
Su Fan stopped when he reached the teleportation array.
The teleportation array is still there, but it has lost its light.
When the God Hunters launched their sneak attack last time, they drained the teleportation array of energy.
Without energy, the teleportation array is just a pile of rocks.
Su Fan frowned.
"How can we get back without energy?"
The Purple Emperor walked over and looked at the teleportation array.
"It requires someone to inject energy. A person at the third level of the Dao Realm or above can activate it once using all their power."
Su Fan looked at the team behind him.
Those who are at or above the third level of the Dao Realm include Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Zhuanxu, Bodhi Patriarch, Taishang Laojun, and Medicine Buddha.
Di Jun was injured, as was Donghuang Taiyi. Fuxi and Zhuanxu were unharmed, but they were only at the fifth level of the Dao Realm.
A person at the fifth level of the Dao Realm can use all their power to activate a teleportation array and send themselves to the prehistoric world, but they cannot send 16,000 people.
Su Fan remained silent.
He thought for a moment, then took out the Eastern Emperor Bell from his pocket.
"Use this. The Eastern Emperor Bell can suppress heaven and earth, and it can also be used for teleportation."
The Ziwei Emperor took the Donghuang Bell and examined it.
"It's worth a try. But it needs someone to push it."
Su Fan said, "I'll do it."
The Purple Emperor shook his head.
"You're only at the second level of the Dao Realm, you can't urge it."
Su Fan didn't speak.
He walked to the teleportation array, sat down cross-legged, and placed the Eastern Emperor Bell in front of him.
He closed his eyes, and the protective power within his body began to surge.
That river, wide, deep, and swift, surged within him.
He guided the river, directing it towards the Eastern Emperor Bell.
The Eastern Emperor Bell shone with golden light, which grew brighter and stronger.
Su Fan opened his eyes and slapped the Eastern Emperor Bell with his palm.
The bell vibrated, emitting a deep rumble.
The sound was extremely penetrating, causing the stones on the teleportation array to tremble.
The teleportation array lit up, and the dim runes regained their light, emitting a faint glow.
The light grew brighter and stronger, eventually coalescing into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.
Su Fan stood up and turned to look at the team behind him.
"Walk!"
Sixteen thousand people rushed into the teleportation array, and in a flash of golden light, they disappeared into the pillar of light.
Su Fan was the last to enter. As he stepped into the pillar of light, he glanced back at the Outer Heavens.
He spent over a decade in this place. He fought here, bled here, and watched his friends die here.
He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked into the pillar of light.
The primordial chaos. The Southern Heavenly Gate.
When Su Fan stepped out of the teleportation array, he saw a scene of utter devastation. Half of the city wall had collapsed, and all the runes were destroyed.
Bloodstains were everywhere on the ground, some human, some from demons.
A person was standing on the city wall.
The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and holding a whisk; he was none other than the Bodhi Patriarch.
But he was covered in injuries; his left arm was broken, his right leg was lame, and his face was covered in blood.
Su Fan rushed forward.
"senior!"
Bodhi Patriarch turned to look at him and smiled.
"You're back?"
Su Fan's eyes reddened.
"You're back. Senior, how did you get so badly injured?"
Bodhi Patriarch shook his head.
"It's alright. The demonic dragon has come. I fought it for two years. It was injured, and I was injured too. But it didn't die, and it will come again."
Su Fan's heart sank.
The dragon is coming?
Isn't there still two years left?
Why is it ahead of schedule?
Bodhi Patriarch noticed his doubt.
"The Heavenly Demons are recovering faster than we imagined. The Demonic Dragon only took two years to recover. It came three months ago with three hundred thousand Heavenly Demons. I held them off for three months, but I couldn't hold them off any longer."
Su Fan looked towards the outside of the South Heavenly Gate.
There, dark clouds loomed overhead, obscuring the sky and the sun.
Countless figures wriggled within the dark clouds.
Three hundred thousand Heavenly Demons, the lowest being the Saint Realm and the highest being the sixth level of the Dao Realm.
The dragon stood at the front, covered in wounds, but its eyes were filled with madness.
It looked at the South Heavenly Gate, at Bodhi Patriarch, and smiled.
"Bodhi, you've blocked this door for three months, that's enough. Today, I'm going to tear it down."
Bodhi Patriarch remained silent.
He raised his whisk, stood on the city wall, and remained motionless.
Su Fan turned around and looked at the team behind him.
Sixteen thousand people stood on the ruins of Nantianmen.
Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples, human warriors, and elite demons—everyone was watching him.
He took a deep breath.
"Gentlemen, this is the final battle. After this battle, the Primordial World will come back to life. If we don't win, we will all die here."
No one speaks.
Everyone raised their weapons and looked towards the South Heavenly Gate.
Su Fan turned around and looked at the demonic dragon.
"bring it on."
The dragon laughed.
With a wave of its hand, 300,000 heavenly demons roared simultaneously, their voices shaking the heavens and even causing the ruins of the South Heavenly Gate to tremble.
Then they rushed over.
Su Fan was the first to rush out.
As the Immortal Execution Sword slashed out, the head of a Heavenly Demon at the first level of the Dao Realm flew up.
With two sword strikes, two Heavenly Demons at the Primordial Chaos Realm fell simultaneously.
With three sword strikes, he forced back a Heavenly Demon at the second level of the Dao Realm.
He doesn't seek out powerful Heavenly Demons; his opponents are those below the second level of the Dao Realm.
Those at the first level of the Dao Realm can be killed with a single sword strike.
Those at the Hunyuan Realm can be defeated with two sword strikes each.
Those at the Saint Realm can be defeated with three swords each.
He was like a sharp blade, rampaging through the demon's formation, reaping one life after another.
Behind him, 16,000 people attacked simultaneously.
Taoist disciples wielded swords like rainbows, Buddhist disciples radiated Buddha's light, human warriors carried spears like a forest, and elite demons had claws as sharp as knives.
Sixteen thousand people against three hundred thousand demons.
This was a bloody battle; people fell every second, and demons died every second.
On the battlefield, blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the ground.
Su Fan had no idea how many Heavenly Demons he had killed.
His sword got dull, so he got a new one; it got dull again, so he got another one.
Suddenly, a Heavenly Demon at the second level of the Dao Realm noticed him.
The demon looked at him and sneered.
"Did you enjoy the killing?"
With a single swipe of its claw, its shadow spread like a mountain, covering the sky and the earth.
Su Fan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed a sword strike.
Sword light and claw shadow collided, Boom—!!!
He took three steps back, and the Heavenly Demon also took three steps back.
The Heavenly Demon's expression changed.
"A mere second-level Dao Realm cultivator, capable of withstanding a single claw strike from me?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Second level of the Dao Realm, that's all?"
The demon was enraged and attacked again.
The two fought for three hundred rounds without a clear victor.
In the 301st move, Su Fan slashed the Heavenly Demon's neck with his sword.
The demon's head flew off, blood gushed out, and its corpse fell to the ground.
Su Fan sheathed his sword, panting heavily. He had just killed this Heavenly Demon when another Heavenly Demon at the second level of the Dao Realm charged at him.
He went to meet them again.
One after another, it never ends.
After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Su Fan was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.
He glanced back at what was behind him.
Of the original 16,000 people, only 8,000 remain.
How can you win with 8,000 against 300,000?
Just then, a loud bang came from afar.
boom--!!!
On the horizon, a streak of blue light exploded, like a blue flower.
A figure rushed out from the blue light.
The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a jade ruyi scepter, with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
His aura indicated he was at the eighth level of the Dao Realm.
Yuanshi Tianzun!
Yuanshi Tianzun landed on the South Heavenly Gate, looking at the battlefield with a grim expression.
"I'm late." He unleashed a palm strike, a surge of azure light filling the sky, the palm print as large as a mountain. With one strike, ten thousand celestial demons turned to ashes. Another strike, another ten thousand. Yet another strike, another ten thousand. After three strikes, thirty thousand celestial demons were gone.
The dragon's expression changed drastically.
"Yuanshi! You're awake?!"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable looked at it.
"I've awakened. And you? Are you ready to die?"
He struck the demonic dragon with his palm.
The dragon tried to hide, but it couldn't.
The palm print landed on its body, *splat*—
Its body was smashed open, and blood gushed out.
The dragon let out a miserable cry and was sent flying backward.
It struggled to its feet, looking at Yuanshi Tianzun with eyes full of fear.
"withdraw!"
At its command, the remaining demons turned and fled.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the demon army fled in disarray.
The battlefield was deathly silent. Then, a deafening cheer erupted.
Su Fan stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, and smiled.
Then, everything went black, and he collapsed.
When Su Fan woke up, he found himself lying in a bed.
The bed was made of jade and covered with silk, which was very soft.
He opened his eyes and saw a golden ceiling above him, golden walls all around him, and the room filled with all sorts of treasures.
Yuanshi Tianzun sat by the bedside, taking his pulse.
Su Fan sat up.
"Senior, how long have I been asleep?"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "Three days."
Su Fan stretched his muscles and bones; most of his injuries had healed.
"Where are the others?"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "Those who survived are all outside. Two thousand from the Taoist sect survived, one thousand from the Buddhist sect, eight thousand from the human race, and fifty from the demon race. In total, that's ten thousand and fifty."
Su Fan remained silent.
Of the original 16,000 men, only 10,050 remained after the war.
Five thousand nine hundred and fifty lives were lost forever outside the South Heavenly Gate.
He stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.
Outside, there are the ruins of the South Heavenly Gate.
There were 10,050 people standing on the city wall.
Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples, human warriors, and elite demons.
Everyone was looking at him, but no one spoke.
Su Fan walked to the edge of the city wall and looked out at the South Heavenly Gate.
That was the direction the Heavenly Demons retreated from.
The dragon has run away, but it will come back.
Next time I come, I will bring more Heavenly Demons.
Yuanshi Tianzun walked to his side.
"It's not coming."
Su Fan looked at him.
Why?
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "Because I am going to Xiniu Hezhou. I am going to destroy it."
Su Fan was stunned.
Are you going alone?
Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
One person is enough.
He turned around and walked towards the South Heavenly Gate.
Su Fan called out to him.
"Senior, wait a minute."
The Primordial Celestial Venerable turned his head.
Su Fan said, "I'll go with you."
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at him.
"You're only at the second level of the Dao Realm; going there would be suicide."
Su Fan smiled.
"I won't die. I'm tough."
Yuanshi Tianzun paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Okay. Let's go together then."
The two took to the air and flew towards Xiniu Hezhou.
Behind them, 10,050 people stood on the city wall, watching their backs.
Xiniuhezhou. A desolate wasteland.
Su Fan and Yuanshi Tianzun flew over this once golden land, only to see ruins.
The Buddhist temple collapsed, the Buddha statues shattered, and the scriptures were burned to ashes.
The earth was scorched black, the rivers dried up, and the mountains collapsed.
The air was filled with the smell of burning, and occasionally one could see the remains of a few demons, but there were mostly the skeletons of Buddhist disciples.
After flying for three days and three nights, a huge mountain appeared ahead.
The mountain peaks are thousands of feet high, completely black, and barren of any vegetation.
At the top of the mountain, there stands a black palace.
Inside the palace, the dragon was healing its wounds.
Its wounds hadn't healed yet; blood was still seeping from the large hole in its chest.
Sensing the aura of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the demonic dragon opened its eyes, its expression changing drastically.
"Yuanshi! You've caught up with me?!"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable landed on the mountaintop and looked at it.
"I told you, I would destroy you."
The dragon gritted its teeth.
"You cannot destroy me. I am a celestial demon, immortal and indestructible."
Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
"Immortal and indestructible? Let's see."
He struck out with his palm, a surge of azure light filling the sky, the palm print as large as a mountain.
The demonic dragon neither dodged nor evaded, taking the blow head-on.
puff-
Its body was punched open again, and blood gushed out.
But it didn't die. It opened its mouth and spewed a breath of dragon fire at Yuanshi Tianzun.
Dragon breath is black and carries the power to corrode everything.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable shattered the dragon's breath with one palm, and then struck the demonic dragon with another.
The two fought.
In a battle between the eighth level of the Dao Realm and the seventh level, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable holds an absolute advantage.
But he had just woken up and his strength had not yet returned.
Although the dragon was injured, it fought back desperately and could give him a hard time.
After exchanging three thousand blows, Yuanshi Tianzun struck the demonic dragon on the head with a single palm strike, shattering its skull.
But it didn't die; its body was still moving, still struggling.
Su Fan stood aside, watching this scene unfold.
He knew that Yuanshi Tianzun could win, but it would take time.
Time is what Yuanshi Tianzun lacks most.
His power is waning; with each move, he loses a portion. If he continues fighting, even if he wins, he will fall into slumber once more.
Su Fan took out the Eastern Emperor Bell from his pocket.
The bell shone with golden light. He placed the Eastern Emperor Bell on the ground, and the bell began to vibrate, emitting a deep rumble.
The sound was extremely penetrating, directly shaking into the dragon's soul.
The dragon's soul was shaken, and its body swayed as well.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yuanshi Tianzun slapped it in the chest with his palm, *pfft*—
A large hole was punched through its chest.
The dragon let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground.
Su Fan continued to urge the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the bell tolled louder and more urgently.
The dragon's soul was shattered, and its body began to tremble and crack.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces—all the fragments spun in the air, then turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.
The dragon is dead.
Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his palm and turned to look at Su Fan.
"Good lad."
Su Fan smiled.
He put away the Eastern Emperor Bell and walked to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
"Senior, are you alright?"
Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head.
"It's nothing. I'm just a little tired."
He looked at Su Fan.
"You saved my life."
Su Fan waved his hand.
"It's not about saving you, it's about helping you. You were already capable of winning."
Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
"Okay. Then consider it a favor."
He turned around and looked into the distance.
That's the direction of Dongsheng Shenzhou.
"Let's go back. Tongtian should wake up soon."
The two took to the air and flew towards Dongsheng Shenzhou.
Behind them, on the scorched earth of Xiniu Hezhou, the black palace collapsed, and the corpse of the demonic dragon turned to ashes and dissipated in the wind.
South Heaven Gate.
When Su Fan and Yuanshi Tianzun landed, there was a person standing on the city wall.
The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, held a Qingping sword, and had a cold and stern face.
His aura indicated he was at the eighth level of the Dao Realm.
The Master of Heaven!
The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
"Senior brother, you're back."
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded.
"You're back. And you? How long have you been awake?"
The Master of Heaven said, "Three days. He just woke up."
Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
"That's perfect. Come, let me introduce you to someone."
He pointed at Su Fan.
"This is Su Fan, the Envoy of the Gods. We owe this battle to him."
The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at Su Fan, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Good lad. Second level of Dao Realm, daring to follow your senior brother to kill the demonic dragon. You have guts."
Su Fan bowed respectfully.
"Junior Su Fan greets the Tongtian Sect Master."
The Master of Heaven waved his hand.
"No need for formalities. I owe you a favor."
Su Fan shook his head.
"Senior owes me nothing. I am a person from the Primordial World, so it is only right for me to fight the Heavenly Demon."
The Master of Heaven was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"That's exactly right. I like it."
He turned around and looked out of the South Heavenly Gate.
That was the direction the Heavenly Demons retreated from.
"The demonic dragon is dead, but the celestial demons are not yet destroyed. Their lair is deep within chaos, where countless celestial demons still reside. They will return."
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded.
"So we need to be prepared. When they come, we'll fight them back."
The Master of Heaven nodded.
"Fight back."
The two stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance. The wind carried the stench of blood.
But this time, amidst the stench of blood, there was a glimmer of life.
Su Fan stood behind them, watching this scene, and smiled.
He turned around and walked to the other side of the city wall.
There stood 10,050 people.
Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples, human warriors, and elite demons.
Everyone was looking at him.
Su Fan took a deep breath.
"Everyone, the Demon Dragon is dead. The Heavenly Demon has fled. The Primordial World is alive again."
Ten thousand and fifty people simultaneously raised their weapons and erupted in a deafening cheer.
Su Fan stood amidst the cheers and smiled.
Then, he looked into the distance.
There, in the direction of Blue Star, Lin Qingge was still waiting for him.
He took a deep breath.
"It's time to go home."