Chapter 1174 - 1173: Southern Heaven Falls

Cyan Flame Sect.

Countless disciples were left speechless, unable to believe their eyes as they gazed at the sky above.

What they saw.

Was an endless expanse of black clouds, like a massive turbulent wave, sweeping across the heavens. That posture was like a true black night blanketing the world, turning the radiant universe into boundless darkness.

Above the black clouds, a gigantic phantom appeared.

The phantom had no face, but what made it horrifying was that it bore eight faces on its body. Some faces were old, some young; some male, some female; displaying joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—each different.

This entity.

Was indeed the Eight-faced Buddha from Netherworld Mountain!

"Oh my, it's the Eight-faced Buddha!"

"Why have they come?"

"Oh no, we forgot about those demon heads in the Western Wilderness!"

The upper echelons of the Cyan Flame Sect, rushing out of the great hall, looked at this scene, feeling their scalp prickling.

At this moment.

In the sky, lead-grey gale winds howled. Countless specters and evil spirits swept in from all directions, joining this massive black cloud.

These fierce ghosts were attracted by the Yin Evil Qi from the sky. Within the black clouds, besides these fierce ghosts, there were also many beast-shaped divine souls.

The Eight-faced Buddha, entrenched in Ghost Mountain, founded the Ghost God Sect, gathering all ghost cultivators from the world. This time, nearly all are out!

"Eight-faced Buddha, how dare you trespass into my Cyan Flame Sect!"

In the crowd.

Two Supreme Elders, both Celestial Immortals, stepped forward, riding the wind, confronting this Western Wilderness old demon.

"Haha!"

A rampant laughter emerged from above the black clouds.

The gigantic phantom, with all eight faces of the Eight-faced Buddha turning towards them, uttered a voice mixed of men, women, old, and young:

"So what if I trespass into your Cyan Flame Sect? It's not like the Cyan Flame Sect is some dragon's pool or tiger's den! Over these thousands of years, I haven't known how many times I've come! What can you do to me?"

"Presumptuous!"

Instantly, a voice of anger erupted from within the Cyan Flame Sect.

"Get out of my Cyan Flame Sect!"

The two Supreme Elders clenched their fists, their surging True Qi boiling and sweeping, suddenly turning into a raging tide, rising up skyward, directly into the overwhelming dark cloud in the sky.

How terrifying is the aura of a Celestial Immortal?

At that instant.

A series of anguished cries emerged from above the dark clouds, as countless Yin Soul Fierce Ghosts were instantly obliterated, their divine souls shattered, and even the clouds began to churn and tremble. In this violent atmospheric surge, the two Supreme Elders were like two fiery hurricanes of destruction, charging straight towards the Eight-faced Buddha on the clouds!

"Fan Yunzi, Zhou Ximing, it seems after a thousand years, you old fools have forgotten the scene of you fleeing like stray dogs before me! Since this is the case, let me help you recall!"

Watching the two Celestial Immortals charging towards him, the Eight-faced Buddha sneered.

Boom!

Amidst laughter, the Eight-faced Buddha abruptly raised his palm, and in that instant, the boundless dark clouds churned dramatically, like a world-ending black tide, rolling down directly from the nine heavens above.

As the black tide descended, the entire Cyan Flame Sect suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, with many cultivators freezing on the spot, their bodies stiffening in death.

"Crash!"

Before everyone could react, they saw the two Supreme Elders, who had rushed skyward, descending rapidly with even greater speed than when they ascended, plummeting fiercely from mid-air.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

In the fierce impact, the Cyan Flame Sect's square completely collapsed.

The crowd stared in horror.

Seeing the two Supreme Elders fallen in the pit, one was already lifeless, while the other barely breathed.

"Hiss!"

Witnessing this.

The people present felt their hairs stand on end, their eyes full of fear. In that instant, all anger vanished, leaving only profound terror.

"Even the two Supreme Elders couldn't withstand a single strike from the opponent?"

"This demon is too ferocious!"

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Activate the Mountain Protection Array!"

Amidst frantic cries of panic, the Cyan Flame Sect suddenly descended into chaos like ants scattered from a broken hill.

"Heh, don't think about escaping!"

The Eight-faced Buddha revealed a sinister expression on his eight faces, waving his large hand. Above the dark clouds, countless Yin Soul Fierce Ghosts poured down like a wrathful tide.

Almost in an instant.

The vast Cyan Flame Sect was completely engulfed!

...

The Cyan Flame Sect was destroyed!

This news, within a night, swept across the entire Southern Heaven.

The Cyan Flame Sect had entrenched itself in Southern Heaven for thousands of years, its foundation, though not as profound as that of Buddhist sects, was not to be underestimated. Even having lost Yi Tianli, they still had two Celestial Immortals, many Half-Step Celestial Immortals, and top-level Earth Immortals holding the fort.

No one expected that it would be wiped out in a single night!

"Who was it? How could anyone destroy the Cyan Flame Sect overnight? Wasn't it said that Ye the Demon had already fallen in the Holy Land?"

"It's the Eight-faced Buddha from the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness!"

"What, has this old demon resurfaced? Isn't he afraid of reprisal from the Thirty-Six Sects of the Southern Heaven? That he wouldn't be able to leave Southern Heaven alive?"

"Since Ye the Demon crushed Taotian Palace and Vajra Temple, where are the Thirty-Six Sects in Southern Heaven? Even those sects have lost their Sect Leaders, and their sacred treasures were taken away by the demon sect. How could they possibly withstand the onslaught again?"

This day.

The entire Southern Heaven was shaken.

Originally.

The people of Southern Heaven believed Ye Qingchen had vanished into a Holy Land, with his whereabouts unknown, a new dawn for Southern Heaven. But who would have thought they were welcoming the night instead. Yet, they didn't realize that the destruction of Cyan Flame Sect was merely the beginning.

"Daoist Monarch Bai Gu of the Saint Bone Sect, carrying wrathful corpses, departed from the Dry Bone Mountain Range of the Western Wilderness, slaughtering countless beings along the way, marching directly into Daluo Sect! Though Daluo Sect was prepared, they were besieged at the mountain gate..."

"Nine Dragon Primordial Saint of the Celestial Dragon Cave, with the demon dragon army, crushed the Infinite Sect's mountain gate overnight, with three Supreme Elders killed on the spot, and the trusted Sect Leader was swallowed by Nine Dragon Primordial Saint's mount. Endless disciples of Infinite Sect fled in panic..."

"Sword Dao Zhenren of the Blood Sword Sect, commanding the twelve Sword Demons, turned into a blood cloud, charged straight at the Cloud Mist Sect. The trusted Sect Leader of Cloud Mist Sect died in battle at the sect, with most disciples captured, as Blood Sword Zhenren planned to sacrifice the Blood Sword with these people's blood!"

In less than half a month.

The Thirty-Six Sects of the Celestial South were in a state of emergency, with many sects unable to withstand even the first wave of the Twelve Demon Sects' onslaught, their millennia-old foundations forcibly overturned, with all their roots even erased.

In an instant.

Destruction and chaos reigned, crimson walls for miles, blood flowed like rivers.

Meanwhile.

Secretly, many hoped Ye Qingchen could take action, to save Southern Heaven. However, more people wore bitter smiles:

"With such great turmoil in Southern Heaven, Ye Qingchen has not appeared. Even if he hadn't disappeared into the Holy Land, the Twelve Demon Sects' all-out attack this time far surpasses the righteous-demonic war of a thousand years ago. Learning of what's happening in Southern Heaven, Ye Qingchen might not dare show himself…"

And now.

Within Su Sacred Land, Ye Qingchen's cultivation had reached its most crucial stage.