chsdbacks Chapter 325 The Demon Emperor Jun is Severely Injured!
Chapter 325 The Demon Emperor Jun is Severely Injured!
After Di Jun left, Su Fan sat on the ruins of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and closed his eyes.
The river within my body has started flowing again.
The power of protection, like water, surged from his dantian and flowed throughout his body.
With each flow, his cultivation level became more stable.
With each flow, his understanding of the Tao deepened.
What is protection?
It is a shield to stand in front of others, a knife to take for others, the courage to charge forward even when you can't win, and the stubbornness to stay even when you can run away.
He had seen too many such guardians at the South Heavenly Gate.
Taoist disciples stood in front of Buddhist disciples, Buddhist disciples stood in front of human warriors, human warriors stood in front of demon elites, and demon elites stood in front of him.
They blocked one after another, risking their lives to hold them off.
This is what protection is.
Su Fan opened his eyes and glanced at the others on the ruins.
The Ziwei Emperor is meditating, the Yellow Emperor is meditating, the Yan Emperor is meditating, everyone is meditating.
They were waiting for Su Fan.
When Su Fan broke through from the first level of the Dao Realm to the second level of the Dao Realm.
Su Fan closed his eyes and continued cultivating.
A month has passed.
Su Fan's aura rose from the early stage of the first level of the Dao Realm to the middle stage of the first level of the Dao Realm.
Two months have passed, and he has risen to the late stage of the first level of the Dao Realm.
Three months have passed, and he has reached the peak of the first level of the Dao Realm.
He was just one step away, and he got stuck at that one step.
Su Fan frowned.
He could feel that barrier, like a wall, blocking his way.
The wall isn't thick, but it's very hard.
He tried to break through with his protective power, but he couldn't.
He tried to split it with the power of the fragments of Pangu's axe, but he couldn't.
He tried to shake it with the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell, but it wouldn't break.
The wall remained there, completely still.
The Ziwei Emperor opened his eyes and looked at Su Fan.
"Is it stuck?"
Su Fan nodded: "It's stuck."
The Ziwei Emperor paused for a moment.
"When you broke through to the first level of the Dao Realm, it took you ten years to consolidate your cultivation. Now, only a year has passed, and you already want to break through to the second level of the Dao Realm? You're too hasty."
Su Fan knew that the Ziwei Emperor was right.
Breaking through to the Dao realm is not achieved through brute force, but through enlightenment.
Once you understand, you can break through in an instant.
Without enlightenment, one will never break through even in ten thousand years.
But he didn't have ten thousand years; he only had one year.
How long can Di Jun hold out against Xuan Ming alone?
One month? Two months? Half a year?
he does not know.
All he knew was that every day Di Jun held on was a life-or-death struggle.
He closed his eyes and continued banging his head against the wall.
One, two, three times. The wall didn't budge, but he ended up with a bloody head.
The power of protection surged within him, like a raging river, causing pain to his internal organs.
Su Fan gritted his teeth and continued to ram the car.
Just then, a person walked up to him.
Su Fan opened his eyes; it was the Yellow Emperor.
The Yellow Emperor looked at him.
"What path have you come to understand?"
Su Fan said, "Protect."
The Yellow Emperor asked, "What are you protecting?"
Su Fan said, "Protect my friends, protect my family, protect the primordial world."
The Yellow Emperor then asked, "So, what are you protecting—their lives, or their souls?"
Su Fan was stunned.
life? soul?
What's the difference?
The Yellow Emperor continued.
"Life is mortal. The people you protect will die one day. The primordial world you protect will perish one day. How long can you protect it? Ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years? One million years? One day, you will not be able to protect it. On that day, your path will shatter. Your cultivation will be ruined. You will be finished."
Su Fan fell silent.
He knew that the Yellow Emperor was right.
The person he protects will die.
The primordial world he protected will perish.
Nothing lasts forever.
The Yellow Emperor looked at him.
"But the soul will not die. The people you protected, they are dead, but their souls remain. The things you protected, the primordial world is gone, but those things remain. What you protected was not life, but soul. What you protected was not the primordial world, but the stories within it."
Su Fan was startled.
Soul? Story?
He thought of the Taoist disciples who died outside the South Heavenly Gate.
They died, but their spirits remain; their spirits live on in the hearts of those who survived.
Those who survived will tell their stories to future generations.
After hearing this, future generations will tell it to those even further down the line.
Generation after generation, it will never perish.
This is the soul, this is the story.
He stood up and bowed to the Yellow Emperor.
"Senior, I understand."
The Yellow Emperor smiled.
"Good that you understand. Sit down and contemplate."
Su Fan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
This time, he didn't run into the wall. He sat in front of it and looked at it.
The wall is still there, but it's no longer a wall. It's a door, a closed door.
Su Fan stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.
The door opened.
Behind the door, there was light.
The light was bright and warm, like the sun.
Su Fan stepped into the light, his whole body bathed in its warmth.
His aura began to rise. Peak of the first level of the Dao Realm, then the second level of the Dao Realm.
He opened his eyes. On the ruins of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, everyone was looking at him.
The Ziwei Emperor laughed, the Yellow Emperor laughed, the Yan Emperor laughed, and everyone laughed.
"You've broken through?" Emperor Ziwei asked.
Su Fan nodded: "You've broken through."
He stood up and stretched his limbs.
The second level of the Dao Realm is completely different from the first level of the Dao Realm.
When one reaches the first level of the Dao Realm, the protective power flows like a river throughout the entire body.
When he reached the second level of the Dao Realm, the river turned into a larger river, wider, deeper, and faster.
He could feel that his power was at least three times stronger than before his breakthrough.
Just then, a loud bang came from afar.
boom--!!!
On the horizon, a golden light exploded, like a golden flower.
In the golden light, a figure flew out backward and crashed to the ground, creating a large crater.
Su Fan's expression changed, and he rushed over. Lying in the pit was a person, wearing a golden robe and a golden crown, covered in blood—it was Di Jun.
Su Fan jumped into the pit and helped Di Jun up.
"Demon Emperor! Demon Emperor!"
Di Jun opened his eyes, looked at him, and smiled.
"I am not dead."
Su Fan's eyes reddened.
"How did you get injured like this?"
Di Jun shook his head.
"Xuanming is stronger than I imagined; he has already reached the seventh level of the Dao Realm."
Su Fan's heart sank.
Seventh level of the Dao Realm?
Xuanming has broken through?
Di Jun continued.
"I fought him for three months. He was injured, and so was I. He didn't win, and neither did I. But he's still here, and he'll come again."
Su Fan helped Di Jun out of the pit and settled him on the ruins.
The Ziwei Emperor came over and healed Dijun's injuries.
The Yellow Emperor came over and fed Di Jun medicine.
Emperor Yan came over and bandaged Di Jun's wound.
Everyone is busy.
Su Fan stood aside, looking at Di Jun's injuries, his heart heavy.
Who can defeat Xuanming, who is at the seventh level of the Dao Realm?
If even Di Jun can't beat him, who can?
Just then, another whooshing sound came from afar.
Su Fan looked up and saw a person falling from the sky.
The man was dressed in a black robe, with a cold and stern face and an unfathomable aura; he was none other than Donghuang Taiyi.
Donghuang Taiyi landed in front of Dijun, his face turning ashen as he looked at the man's numerous wounds.
"Big brother!"
Di Jun smiled.
"I'm fine. What brings you here?"
Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth.
"Beiju Luzhou is alright. Xihe is fine now, she's guarding it, I'll come and help you."
Di Jun shook his head.
"You can't help. Xuanming is at the seventh level of the Dao Realm; you can't defeat him."
Donghuang Taiyi remained silent.
Both he and Di Jun were at the seventh level of the Dao Realm, but they were both injured.
Can two injured Dao Realm seventh level cultivators defeat Xuanming?
he does not know.
Su Fan didn't know either.
Just then, another whooshing sound came from afar.
Su Fan looked up and saw two people falling from the sky.
One is Fuxi, and the other is Zhuanxu.
Su Fan was stunned.
"Seniors? What brings you here?"
Fuxi looked at him.
"Southern Jambudvipa is safe; the human race has held the line. Zhuanxu said they needed help here, so I came."
Zhuanxu nodded.
"I've arrived as well."
Su Fan felt a warmth in his heart.
Taoists, Buddhists, humans, and demons all came.
Sixteen thousand people, not one missing.
He turned around and looked into the distance.
That's the direction of the Hunters' lair.
Xuanming was right there, at the seventh level of the Dao Realm.
He couldn't win, but he had to go.
He took a deep breath.
"I'm going to find Xuanming," Su Fan said.
Everyone was stunned.
The Purple Star Emperor looked at him.
"You're going? You're only at the second level of the Dao Realm."
Su Fan nodded.
"I know, but I have to go. Xuanming's target is me. If I go, he won't come to the Myriad Swords Pavilion, and you can live."
The Yellow Emperor stood up.
"No way. Going there would be suicide."
Su Fan smiled.
"I won't die. I'm tough."
He turned and walked towards the Hunter's lair.
Sun Wukong caught up with them.
"Kid, I'll go with you."
Su Fan shook his head.
"Great Sage, you stay here and guard the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for me until I return."
Sun Wukong got anxious.
"How will you fight if you go alone?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"I won't fight, I'll stall him. I'll hold him off until you guys figure something out."
Sun Wukong fell silent.
He looked into Su Fan's eyes, and there was no fear, no hesitation, only determination in them.
He remembered the words of the Bodhi Patriarch—hold him off and wait for the Investiture of the Gods to come up with a solution.
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Alright. Go ahead. I'll be waiting for you to come back."
Su Fan smiled.
He turned around and kept walking.
Behind him, everyone was watching him.
Sixteen thousand people were watching him. No one spoke.
Su Fan left.
A lone figure walked toward the lair of the God Hunters.
The wind blew by, carrying the smell of blood, but Su Fan did not turn around.
The Hunter's lair.
At the edge of the heavens, on a black mountain peak.
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 sat a man, dressed in a blood-red robe, his face pale, his eyes sinister. Xuanming.
Xuanming opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
There, someone is walking towards us.
He knew that person.
Xuanming smiled: "They've finally arrived."
He stood up and walked out of the palace.
Standing on the mountaintop, looking down at the valley below.
Su Fan was climbing a mountain, alone, step by step.
Xuanming looked at him.
"Are you coming here alone to die?"
Su Fan looked up at him.
"It's not about sending you to your death, it's about holding you back."
Xuanming paused for a moment, then laughed.
"Hold me back? How can you, a mere second-level Dao Realm cultivator, possibly hold me back?"
Su Fan didn't speak.
He continued climbing the mountain.
One step, two steps, three steps.
When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he stopped and took out the Donghuang 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 wasn't loud, but it had extremely strong penetrating power, directly shaking Xuanming's soul.
Xuanming's expression changed.
The Eastern Emperor Bell can suppress the spirits and souls.
His soul was shaken, and his body swayed.
Su Fan looked at him.
"Just keep dragging it out."
Xuanming roared in fury: "You're courting death!"
He slammed his palm down, and the palm print was as large as a mountain, covering the sky and the earth.
Su Fan neither dodged nor evaded; the Pangu Armor shone with golden light, protecting his entire body.
The palm print slammed into him, boom—!!!
Su Fan was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Pangu's armor shattered, but he did not die.
He got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xuanming.
"Seventh level of the Dao Realm, that's all?"
Xuanming's face turned ashen.
He struck again and again, each blow heavier than the last. Su Fan neither dodged nor flinched, taking each blow head-on.
After seven blows, Su Fan was still alive.
He used the power of protection to safeguard his heart and soul.
Xuanming struck him seven times, and he withstood all seven blows without dying.
Xuanming looked at him, his eyes filled with shock.
"You...you're not dead yet?"
Su Fan lay on the ground and laughed.
"I've said it before, I'm tough."
Xuanming gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and prepared for the eighth palm strike.
With this palm strike, he intended to smash Su Fan's head.
Just then, a loud bang came from afar.
boom--!!!
On the horizon, a golden light exploded, like a golden flower.
A figure rushed out from the golden light.
The man was dressed in golden armor, holding a golden cudgel, and his whole body shimmered with golden light; it was Sun Wukong.
He was followed by 16,000 people.
The Ziwei Emperor, the Yellow Emperor, the Yan Emperor, Chi You, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the Earth Goddess, the Thunder Lord, Doumu Yuanjun, the Medicine Buddha, the Maitreya Buddha, Emperor Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Fuxi, Zhuanxu, and so on, a total of 16,000 people, all came.
Xuanming's expression changed drastically.
"you……"
Sun Wukong landed in front of Su Fan, and seeing his many wounds, his eyes reddened.
"Kid, it's me, Old Sun, here."
Su Fan smiled.
"Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be guarding the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth.
"The Myriad Swords Pavilion is gone. The Hunters of Gods went there and demolished it. I, Old Sun, killed them all, and then came to find you."
Su Fan's heart sank.
The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is gone.
But he couldn't care less about that, because he saw Xuanming running away.
Xuanming, who was at the seventh level of the Dao Realm, turned and ran when he saw 16,000 people; he was afraid.
Sixteen thousand people chased after one person for three days and three nights.
On the third night, Xuanming was caught up.
He was trapped on a desolate mountain, surrounded by people on all sides.
Di Jun stood at the very front, looking at him.
"Run! Why did you stop running?"
Xuanming's face turned deathly pale.
"You...you're ganging up on us..."
Di Jun smiled.
"Bullying the weak with the many? When you joined forces with the Demon Dragon to attack the Primordial World, why didn't you say that? When you raided the Myriad Swords Pavilion, why didn't you say that?"
Xuanming was speechless.
He knew he couldn't escape, so he closed his eyes.
"I concede defeat. What do you want?"
Di Jun looked at him.
I want you dead.
He slapped down with his palm.
Golden light surged to the heavens, and palm prints stood as thick as mountains.
Xuanming neither dodged nor evaded, but took the blow head-on.
*Thud*—He flew backward, crashed to the ground, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Di Jun slapped his palm again, and he flew backwards once more.
Di Jun struck with one palm after another, each palm heavier than the last.
After being struck seven times, Xuanming collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Di Jun stood in front of him, looking down at him.
"This palm strike is for those Taoist disciples who died at your hands." He slammed down his palm.
"This palm strike is for those Buddhist disciples who died at your hands." Another palm strike landed.
"This palm strike is for those human warriors who died at your hands." Another palm strike landed.
"This palm strike is for those elite demons who died at your hands." Another palm strike landed.
"This palm strike is for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion." Another palm strike landed.
"This palm strike is for the Primordial World." Another palm strike landed.
With the seventh strike, he stopped and looked at Xuanming.
"This palm strike is for Su Fan."
He slammed his palm down, and the palm print was as large as a mountain, obscuring the sky and the sun.
Xuanming let out a miserable scream, turned into ashes, and vanished into the air.
Di Jun withdrew his palm and turned to look at Su Fan.
Su Fan lay on a stretcher, covered in injuries, but still alive.
He looked at Di Jun and smiled.
"Thank you, Demon Emperor."
Di Jun shook his head.
"You're welcome. I owe you."
Su Fan smiled.
He closed his eyes; he was too tired.
He wanted to take a nap, and after he woke up, he would figure out a way to return to the prehistoric world.
Three years, two more years, he still has time.
Sun Wukong stood beside him, looking at his face.
"Kid, go to sleep. I, Old Sun, will watch over you."
Su Fan fell asleep.
In his dream, he returned to the South Heavenly Gate.
On the city wall, Patriarch Bodhi is still there, gazing into the distance.
Su Fan walked up to him.
"Senior, I'm back."
Bodhi Patriarch smiled.
"It's good that you're back."
Su Fan looked at him.
"Senior, have Yuanshi and Tongtian awakened?"
Bodhi Patriarch shook his head.
Not yet. But soon.
Su Fan nodded.
"That's good."
He stood on the city wall, looking into the distance.
That's the direction of Xiniuhezhou.
The main force of the Heavenly Demons is there, and so is the Demon Dragon.
Two years later, it will come with 300,000 demons.
When Yuanshi and Tongtian awaken, they will be able to fight.
Su Fan took a deep breath.
"Wait. I'll definitely be back in two years."