Chapter 2334 - 2335: Peak Battle

Of course, these legends are just legends.

No one has ever taken them seriously, and no one has ever mastered the secret of the Demon Summoning Flute to truly summon ghosts and gods.

However, this does not diminish the allure of the Demon Summoning Flute.

This flute, in the hands of generations of Great Onmyoji, is still regarded as a treasure, passed down from one generation to the next.

Looking at the elegant and serene expression of the Yi He Grand Priest, Patriarch Sato finally couldn't resist asking.

"May I ask, Yi He Grand Priest, is the Demon Summoning Flute really as magical as the legends say?"

The Yi He Grand Priest smiled slightly, picked up the Demon Summoning Flute, and played a strangely tuned melody; the sound was haunting, filled with a mysterious allure.

Before everyone's eyes, a black door suddenly appeared.

On that black metallic door, runes flashed, surrounded by swirling black mist, giving it an ancient and desolate appearance.

Roar!

A giant bone dragon's head suddenly emerged from this door.

Its white teeth, like daggers, and the white stark skull, with deep red flames flickering in its eye sockets.

The Heads of the Eight Great Families were all startled, and the bone dragon's eyes flashed with a greedy and vicious look.

It seemed that these people were nothing more than blood food in its eyes.

At this moment, the Yi He Grand Priest stopped playing.

The black door began to disappear, and the ferocious and violent bone dragon unwillingly retreated.

The spines of the Eight Family Heads felt a chilling sensation.

Just by the terrifying aura of that bone dragon earlier, it could have wiped out everyone in just seconds.

The Yi He Grand Priest carefully put away the Bone Flute, looking at everyone indifferently.

"Now, do you all still wish to give the Crystal Skull to Yang Fei, Master Yang?"

Patriarch Fujino was the first to bow and salute to the Yi He Grand Priest.

"With such divine skills possessed by the Grand Priest, even if Yang Fei has great divine skills, he cannot escape from the Grand Priest's grasp."

At this point, he looked at the Crystal Skull on the coffee table and said without hesitation.

"This Crystal Skull is useful to the Grand Priest, so please keep it with you."

With Patriarch Fujino's words, others also expressed their willingness to give the Crystal Skull to the Yi He Grand Priest.

The Yi He Grand Priest smiled, took the Crystal Skull, and did not decline.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei was in closed-door cultivation, fully refining and absorbing the pure divine thoughts of the Eight Great Guardian Spirits.

In the quiet little room where Yang Fei was cultivating.

An incense burner lit with sandalwood, the glowing tip standing out in the darkness.

In the void of the small house, the Phoenix Mysterious Fire enveloped a mass of azure light, the flames burning fiercely.

The azure light gradually formed into a liquid-like state, being inhaled into Yang Fei's Niwan Palace, gradually disappearing.

Moments later, a golden glow suddenly erupted in Yang Fei's Niwan Palace.

A baby's figure floated in and out of the golden light.

The chubby baby looked exactly the same as Yang Fei.

He seemed to be Yang Fei's childhood self, with a sweet smile on his lips and a small dimple on his left cheek.

Countless spiritual energies from nature gathered from all directions, converging on this golden infant, whose originally faint, somewhat transparent figure gradually solidified.

Yet despite this, the baby remained in a semi-transparent state, the surrounding contours merely illusions.

It wasn't until dawn, that this infant void image, endlessly rising and absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, was finally reclaimed by Yang Fei into the Niwan Palace.

Yang Fei slowly opened his eyes, letting out a long sigh.

"After all the hardships, refining countless divine thoughts, I've finally condensed a Nascent Soul. It's truly not easy."

If other cultivators knew that this guy had broken through from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage in less than half a year, their eyes would pop out in shock.

Yang Fei tried to operate the Nine Extremes in his body and discovered that as his realm improved, the Nine Extremes Divine Skill became even more powerful, and he was instantly delighted.

He realized that he focused solely on cultivating the Nine Extremes without paying attention to improving his own realm, no wonder it had been difficult to break through.

It looks like this time, he's finally on the right path.

He checked his watch and found that it was already the early morning of the third day, and suddenly remembered his appointment with Gui Hai One Blade.

Yang Fei chuckled, pushed open the door, spread his Wind and Fire Wings, and flew towards Hokkaido.

Over Hokkaido, the waves surged.

Wave after wave crashed against the black reefs, turning into thousands of heaps of snow, falling back into the sea.

Gui Hai One Blade sat cross-legged on the reef, his entire being iron-cast like a stone, blending completely with the rock.

He clearly sat there, yet had merged with the surrounding world, selfless and without form.

A great sense of ease and freedom expanded around him.

Even an ordinary swordsman inevitably carries murderous intent.

However, this peerless swordsman bore no sharp sword intent, nor any killing aura.

He seemed like a drop of water, a piece of stone, a grain of sand, a swimming fish, everywhere and nowhere.

Observing the phenomenon of Gui Hai One Blade, any cultivator with insight might instantly achieve enlightenment and elevate their realm a step further.

At this moment, the seashore was already crowded with people.

These people were almost all from the cultivation world, gathered from all over the world.

The invincible Gui Hai One Blade, making his first move after three years of silence.

This explosive news swept across the globe in an instant.

Compared to Gui Hai One Blade, Yang Fei's brilliance was even more dazzling.

He, like a sun, rose from the east, with radiance extending for thousands of miles.

Since his rise, he continuously challenged strong opponents, never tasting defeat.

Yang Fei defeated Qian Kunzi on the Heavenly Mountain Summit, and then killed the Brahma Venerable at Thailand's Landa Temple.

Furthermore, just three days ago, he killed and refined the Eight Great Guardian Spirits of Sang Country.

Such glorious achievements in the ten years since the resurgence of spiritual energy, no one had ever reached.

One, an old legendary invincible warrior, the other, a brilliant rising genius, now the two were about to duel over Hokkaido.

This battle, regardless of who is defeated, will be forever etched in history.

Among the crowd, the appearance of many powerful figures from Yinxue Tower was the most eye-catching.

Xue Mingtai was enfolded in the center of these powerful figures, the unparalleled public figure, draped in a pure white windbreaker, his hair impeccably styled, his demeanor as serene as water.

Behind Xue Mingtai stood the celestial beauty An Zichen.

Her robes fluttered like a heavenly Chang'e descending to the mortal world, her cold temperament was so compelling that no one dared to gaze directly at her.

Following Xue Mingtai and An Zichen, many others had arrived.

The Sword Emperor with his stern face, Wen Taikang with flowing sleeves, and the reckless, arrogant Mad Blade, along with the handsome and distinguished Fan Yi, had all arrived.

Besides, members from the Four Spirits Alliance like Su Xian'er, and Zhang Zhengchang from the Mount Longhu Celestial Master Sect, also followed Xue Mingtai to Hokkaido.

More cultivators from the Sangdao Cultivation World were present, with members of the Eight Great War God Families almost controlling the entire Hokkaido sea area.

Vast numbers of cultivators from Sang Island, both openly and secretly, focused on this great battle.

In addition, famous cultivators from countries around the world, along with many loose cultivators of mysterious origin, had also gathered in Hokkaido.

The multitude of spectators watched this historically significant peak battle.