NOVPUBChapter 1162 -1161: Consciousness Entity, Tough Battle
“What about the Old Bull?” The Seven-faced Demon General asked.
“If this flame continues burning, I’m afraid the Old Bull won’t hold on and will be obliterated into ashes.”
“Kill,” Xu Zimei did not retreat, his words concise and determined.
“No matter how strong this flame is, don’t forget, we’re in the North Sea.
Break open that door, bring the North Sea’s waters in. I refuse to believe it can evaporate an entire sea.”
Bai Meng and the Seven-faced Demon General nodded slightly.
It was indeed a feasible plan—water counteracts fire, and the boundless North Sea is unimaginably vast.
“I’ll go open the door, you two hold it off,” Bai Meng declared.
When they entered, the massive door had only been cracked open, now obstructed by flames, preventing the seawater from pouring in.
Bai Meng stepped forward, his hands brimming with Demonic Qi, gripping the door panels firmly, trying to push them apart.
The consciousness entity seemed to notice this scene, and charged toward Bai Meng in a murderous frenzy.
“Seven-faced Lotus Seal,” the Seven-faced Demon General stepped to the forefront, the lotus flower in his hand blooming, releasing a monumental seal in its trail.
The seal enveloped the consciousness entity.
With both hands forming seals, hundreds of marks were completed within moments and fused into the lotus flower.
“I can trap it for a while,” said the Seven-faced Demon General.
He waved once more, the roaring Holy Power mixed with his True Fate emerged suddenly.
His True Fate was a demonic lotus.
The lotus had seven petals, each representing a different essence.
“Damn it, the rules of this world are suppressing everything. We’re being restrained,” the Seven-faced Demon General said again.
“That entity is using Rule Power,” Bai Meng, laboring to open the door, replied back.
The so-called Ancient Gods are likely all Dao Fruit Powerhouses.
Under rule suppression, even the Great Saints are shackled, unable to unleash their full strength.
Rules are the strongest force in this world.
Without rules, chaos reigns supreme.
From a small city to an entire world, everything is permeated by rules.
Big rules, small rules—they hang overhead like sharp blades, maintaining the operation of this world.
If there were no rules, the ugliness of humanity would run rampant and the world would collapse into chaos.
This is the significance of rules.
The rules of the Great Dao govern all beings; whether it’s Principles or Profound Meanings, they must bow before it.
None of them had witnessed a true Ancient God and could not fathom its overwhelming might.
The consciousness entity before them was already a significant threat.
“Demonic Lotus blooms, devouring Myriad Laws.”
The Seven-faced Demon General transformed himself into the lotus, forcefully breaking free of the rule restraints, entrapping the consciousness entity.
Xu Zimei prepared to summon his True Fate World, but Bai Meng stopped him.
“Lord, your True Fate World is your foundation, of immense importance—it cannot suffer the slightest loss.”
Surging Demonic Qi poured forth from Bai Meng, dividing him into two forms.
One was his Divine Soul, the other his physical body.
While his physical form continued pushing the doors, they had opened halfway, but it was still insufficient.
The flames here burned through all in their path; trying to overcome by quality was futile—only quantity could prevail.
“Three Thousand Demon Kill,” Bai Meng’s Divine Soul uttered in a low tone.
A thunderclap tore apart the void before their eyes.
He reached for the sun, moon, and stars, as dense demonic clouds enveloped the heavens over this world.
Bai Meng’s Divine Soul melded into the demonic clouds.
The mass of demonic clouds seemed imbued with a will.
It transformed into three thousand consciousness entities, like meteorites streaking downward, morphing into demonic energy meteors that descended from the sky.
All of them collided with Zhu Rong, the Ancient God’s consciousness entity.
The meteors pierced through the consciousness entity’s body, yet it remained unyielding—as if immortal—howling furiously.
It manipulated the flames to continuously assault the lotus seal.
Bai Meng’s Divine Soul descended from the firmament, placing his hands upon the lotus, pouring tremendous Demonic Qi into it.
“Demonic Shakya Hell,” Bai Meng roared in fury.
The Demonic Qi surging from his Divine Soul grew ever more powerful, reaching skyward.
Beneath his feet formed the reflection of a hellish abyss.
Within Hell, ghostly soldiers passed through, barren roads stretched endlessly, the Old Demon of She Mountain emerged, blood flowed like rivers, countless howls echoed.
Screams and monstrous cries intertwined.
Hell enveloped the Demonic Lotus, creating a unique domain on the earth.
Bai Meng’s physical form remained at the massive doorway, pushing it open a sizeable distance.
The Ancient God’s consciousness entity seemed angrier than ever.
Not only assaulting Hell and the Demonic Lotus from within, but also commandeering external flames that swept in waves.
It collided repeatedly, intending to consume everything.
Xu Zimei gripped the Tyrant Shadow tightly, his gaze sharp; the Chaos Pearl emerged from his True Fate World.
Chaos represents the primal beginning of heaven and earth.
It is the most raw and original state of all power.
Under Xu Zimei’s control, the Chaos Pearl gradually floated above the consciousness entity.
An endless stream of power surged within him, flowing into the Chaos Pearl.
The Chaos Pearl penetrated the illusory flames, releasing billowing streams of Chaos Qi.
“Bind!” he shouted fiercely, Chaos birthed from primal creation as refining radiance descended.
The radiance solidified all void and time within.
Even the rules themselves fell into stillness.
The Chaos Pearl, driven by Xu Zimei, released increasingly potent Chaos energy, demanding greater sacrifice from him.
But at this moment, Xu Zimei had no time for other concerns.
The consciousness entity’s power was formidable—it broke free of the Demonic Lotus and shattered Demonic Shakya Hell.
Yet before Chaos, it was forced to submit.
It was immobilized in place.
At last, Bai Meng threw open the door fully, connecting this world to the North Sea beyond.
“Lord, cease your efforts—you’re reaching your limit!” Bai Meng yelled.
“Summon the North Sea; don’t concern yourself with me,” Xu Zimei commanded sharply.
His internal Spiritual Energy was utterly depleted; the Chaos Pearl consumed energy on an incomprehensible scale.
His bloodstream reversed course, veins swelling, his skin turning crimson.
Bai Meng stepped out, left the fiery world behind, and entered the North Sea.
He waved his hand, Holy Power stirring the skies and clouds.
The whole North Sea surged with turbulence, tidal waves colliding with tempests. Endless seawater was under Bai Meng’s command, flooding toward the fiery world.
A roaring tsunami surged inward, forming a confrontation between fire and the North Sea waters.
Bai Meng sneered coldly, both hands raised skyward, moving the entirety of the North Sea.
The boundless North Sea fully surrounded the world of fire.
Xu Zimei held his gaze steady, Chaos Pearl’s suppressive force intensifying even further.
He refused to let the consciousness entity escape.
Once it broke free of the North Sea’s bounds, they would lose their means to subdue it.
Xu Zimei hadn’t felt this level of exhaustion in an eternity.
“Lord, you must stop!” pleaded the Seven-faced Demon General, following suit.
“I’ve heard tales of the last Demon Lord, sending his allies away and facing the entire world alone.
I’m not him, but I have my own convictions,” Xu Zimei grinned faintly.
“If I can’t endure even this hardship, how can I face future battles against the Great Dao itself?
Summon the North Sea—kill it.”
