Chapter 258 - 123 Go All Out to Persuade People, My Pain is Greater Than Yours (5k, Added - )

"Pain Demon (Demon King)."

"A demon king from outside the current world, from another dimension.

Several centuries ago, he was worshipped by a minor sect, and, for the first time, set his gaze upon this world.

Unfortunately, centuries of accumulation still weren’t enough for him to descend—until he encountered a witch.

As a devil, his kind was rare in that they had no interest in human souls; instead, they were only interested in pain.

He takes pain as his power, pain as his foundation, able to absorb the pain of other creatures, including his own, as power.

Whenever there is pain he can absorb, no force can ever truly destroy him.

And unfortunately, in this world, the one thing most plentiful is pain.

The only difference is the quantity, more or less.

From the moment he descended, no matter where he is, he cannot be extinguished.

And he sees pain as a kind of blessing, so he considers himself different from those devils who deceitfully steal human souls.

He believes he is only spreading blessings, sharing what he considers the most beautiful thing throughout the world.

All the same, humanity cannot understand him, nor can other devils.

He could never truly unleash his power upon the mortal realm, and that was a source of pain for him."

"Temporary ability is being generated..."

Wen Yan was taken aback. What does "being generated" mean?

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Get out of the car, grip the Magic Sword with both hands." Seventh Great-Uncle Master’s voice sounded at his side.

Wen Yan gripped the Magic Sword and got out of the car, holding the sword with both hands, standing before himself.

"Follow my lead and recite: Taiyi Ten Directions Responsive Savior Heavenly Master."

"Chant it one hundred and eight times. Do not think about anything else, banish all distractions, keep your heart sincere. Ignite the Scorching Sun, to the greatest degree—do not hesitate, do not fear."

Wen Yan drew a quiet breath, finally understanding what that Scorching Sun Jade given to him by the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor was for.

To clear his mind, he closed his eyes, aroused the yang energy from the Scorching Sun Jade to its utmost, and blessed himself to the maximum.

The yang energy contained in that Scorching Sun Jade was immense; even with all his strength, he could not exhaust it.

Then, in addition to blessing himself, he guided its force into the Magic Sword in his hand.

In that instant, Wen Yan’s whole body erupted with a brilliance visible to the naked eye. Seventh Great-Uncle Master narrowed his eyes and stepped back slightly.

That blazing light slowly spread outward, and the surrounding little demons shrouded in this brilliance were purified on the spot.

Wen Yan, eyes shut, calmed heart and mind, then chanted in a deep voice.

"Taiyi Ten Directions Responsive Savior Heavenly Master."

Over and over he recited it, his voice, carried by the radiance, spread in all directions.

At the edge of Cloud Sea Cliff, the Old Celestial Master suddenly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat surprised, gazing in the direction of Nanwu County.

"Hmm? Is it really necessary to make such a scene?"

The Old Celestial Master silently sensed for a moment, and his expression grew solemn.

"Even the Heavenly Bestowed Treasure Talisman has been used—looks like that foreign demon is truly troublesome."

He ascended the Dharma Altar behind him, horsetail whisk in hand, flicking it lightly. The stone lanterns all around flared to life.

He formed a Taiyi Seal, stood at the rear of the Dharma Altar, wrote out a talisman, which ignited without fire, turning to ashes that shot up to the heavens.

Afterward, the Old Celestial Master lowered his eyelids, chanting the Taiyi Savior Celestial Master Decree.

On the great Dharma Altar, surging waves of power welled up continuously. A faint ripple arose in the Cloud Sea below the cliff but was forcibly suppressed by the fluctuation.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Wen Yan’s eyes remained tight shut, both hands gripping the sword, obeying Seventh Great-Uncle Master’s every word, exerting his utmost strength.

The yang energy on his body had been roused almost to the point of combustion; the plain Wooden Sword in his hands now radiated crimson-gold.

With each repetition of the sacred name, the yang energy, multiplied beyond countless times his own limit, blessed him. On the back of his right hand, the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman lit up as well.

The brilliance invisible to common folk poured from the Magic Sword, shooting into the sky.

In the next moment, dark clouds gathered in the sky. Torrential rain poured down, instantly shrouding the entire Virtue City.

In the midst of the downpour, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor paused, turning to look at Wen Yan, eyes closed, sword in hand, somewhat amazed.

"Isn’t this overkill?"

In that instant, the Pain Demon King, already blasted apart countless times and still indifferent, was utterly shaken as soon as the rain touched him.

He raised his head, gazing north. The downpour in the sky seemed to gather into a great river, winding down from beyond the horizon.

A divine brilliance blossomed at the end of that river, with a kind of oppressive majesty only the Pain Demon King could feel.

Then he saw, as a wave rolled down within the river, atop its crest sat a deity cloaked in radiance, seated upon a precious platform, rings of halo encircling his head.

Beside him stood a maiden in colorful robes and bright skirts, smiling gently.

As the two radiant deities descended, the rain appeared to pause, the water on the ground turning to solid ice.

The still-falling rain began freezing, transforming into columns of ice that bridged heaven and earth.

The devils running rampant through Virtue City were all frozen in place, becoming statues of ice.

Around the Pain Demon King, the ice spikes were densest, pinning him down on the spot.

At last, fear began to seize him.

For among all the ice spears that pierced him, he felt no pain at all.

All the pain in his surroundings seemed to lose their flow, gradually being frozen solid.