Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 359 - 360 Chapter 365 The Country is as Beautiful as a Painting and the Beauty is like a Flower

360: Chapter 365: The Country is as Beautiful as a Painting, and the Beauty is like a Flower 360: Chapter 365: The Country is as Beautiful as a Painting, and the Beauty is like a Flower Chapter 365: The Land as a Painting, Beauty as a Flower The silver Ice Field was vast and boundless, stretching beyond the horizon, a desolate expanse for thousands of miles, devoid of human presence.

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady stood like a purple snow lotus, tranquil and pure as ice.

Though encircled, she was utterly unperturbed, calm and composed.

BANG!

Tu Fei was the first to act.

He formed a Dragon Claw Seal and struck forward.

A black Great Dragon flew out with a mighty roar, shaking the Ice Field as it charged towards the Purple Mist Fairy.

SNAP!

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady flipped her hair—three thousand strands of her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, disturbing the passage of time.

Purple qi spread, and the black Great Dragon instantly disintegrated.

WHOOSH!

With a wave of her fair hand, a scroll spread open, revealing a real world that captivated one’s Heart Spirit and physical body, as if it would smelt this very land.

Tu Fei was involuntarily lifted from the ground, pulled by a tremendous force, on the verge of being swallowed by the scroll.

BUZZ!

The Ice Field trembled.

Tu Fei, holding the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar, fiercely shook it.

The inconspicuous grey earthen jar unleashed a beam of dark light that struck the scroll.

“Fairy sister, you’re truly formidable!” he cried out strangely, flying backward, having narrowly escaped being absorbed by the scroll.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the big black dog all gasped.

In just one exchange, Tu Fei had nearly suffered a great loss and was almost captured by the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady.

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady remained placid, without joy or sorrow, exuding a sense of detachment, as if she were merely observing the bloom and wilt of flowers, the gathering and scattering of clouds.

This was not disdain but a manifestation of her true nature; in such a state, she remained unruffled, as if detached from the world, embodying transcendence.

Pang Bo stepped forward, surrounded by swirling black mist.

He moved not quickly but with a majestic and imposing presence, causing the Ice Field to tremble with each step.

He resembled a towering Demon God, propping up the heavens.

CRACK!

Pang Bo struck.

His right hand formed a seal that seemed like both a dragon and a Peng bird.

With a gentle strike, he caused the void to collapse.

Thick black mist surged as Pang Bo’s massive hand transformed into a True Dragon, lunging at the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady.

Its head was raised high, its body like a steel Great Wall of China, brimming with power as it bore down.

BANG!

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady faced him serenely.

Her fair hand, as pure as jade, with fingers delicate and translucent like spring onions, brushed lightly, intercepting the True Dragon.

It appeared deceptively calm, with no fiery aura or surging divine energy.

Yet, everyone’s expression changed—her ten jade-like fingers carried the essence of the Dao, pressing upon the void until it blurred.

CRACK!

The True Dragon collided with the jade fingers and was instantly shattered, letting out a dragon roar as it dimmed.

BUZZ!

The void trembled as Pang Bo’s right hand altered the seal.

The True Dragon transformed into a Peng bird, blazing with golden light, its cry resonating between heaven and earth.

A Great Roc Divine Bird, as if cast from gold, swooped down.

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady remained calm and unperturbed.

Her slender jade fingers drew lightly, as if wielding the Great Dao, pressing down and preventing the Great Roc Divine Bird from drawing near.

BOOM!

Pang Bo strode forward, the earth shaking with his advance.

With each step, his aura intensified.

By his fourth step, the Ice Field began to crack, and rubble shot through the air.

He was like a Demon God, his disheveled black hair flying wildly, his eyes like blades, incredibly sharp.

His bronze skin radiated a precious light.

“You’ve entered the Dao?

I will shatter it!” Pang Bo unleashed the demon clan’s ultimate technique, battling the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady.

The Ice Field and the sky itself churned with fury in response.

BOOM!

A True Dragon coiled skyward; a massive, hundred-zhang dragon swung about, sweeping towards the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, its roar ascending to the heavens.

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady was in a profound Miao Realm, in a state of Heaven and Earth Unity, wielding the Great Dao.

Her gestures, though devoid of any worldly intensity, were terrifying.

Wherever her fair hand passed, the void twisted, imbued with the essence of the Dao.

If struck, one was bound to be shattered, body and soul utterly destroyed.

This was a battle like needle against wheat awn—one was forceful and grand, with bold, sweeping moves; the other, serene as clouds and light as wind, seemed untouched by worldly smoke.

Two different auras, yet evenly matched.

Pang Bo had not employed the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes because he lacked confidence in a decisive strike; the opponent’s Mountain and River Map hovered in the air, requiring his constant vigilance.

“The Heavenly Demon Eight Techniques.

A luminary of the demon clan,” the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady finally spoke, calmly uttering these eight words.

The mysterious art Pang Bo displayed was indeed a supreme skill of the demon clan.

It was not an exclusive technique; every demon clan sovereign knew it.

The Heavenly Demon Eight Techniques, supreme secret arts originating in Ancient Times, rivaled the divine arts of the Demon Emperor Ancient Scripture.

Their prowess was unmatched, embodying power to its absolute zenith.

The Heavenly Demon Eight Techniques stirred heaven and earth.

He was akin to a Demon God resurrected, like a Great Emperor descending upon the world, intending to shatter the Dao with sheer force!

His fists nearly pierced the void, his virile energy soared to the heavens.

With a single step, all four directions were set in motion.

CRACK!

Pang Bo was unstoppable.

His right fist penetrated the purple mist, striking forward, while his left hand formed a seal, blocking the ascending purple light.

CLANG!

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, like soft water or flowing clouds, evaded the fist capable of cleaving mountains.

She brushed past, tracing the path of the Dao, sealing Pang Bo’s hands.

CRACK!

Pang Bo fiercely recoiled, while she condensed a natural image of the Dao in the void.

It swept forward, gentle yet firm, with intimidating Attack Power.

BOOM!

Pang Bo formed a seal, striking the natural image of the Dao.

The void instantly erupted in violence.

It was a fierce clash that sent them both flying backward.

However, they immediately re-engaged in battle.

Pang Bo was like a great Fire Furnace, capable of smelting heaven and earth.

He was utterly masculine, his movements grand and open.

His Blood Qi surged to the sky, and he was valorous as a god, aiming to shatter the Dao with force.

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, with her ethereal grace, merged with the Ice Field and the firmament.

She transformed into nature itself, becoming increasingly elusive and intangible.

The two were diametrically opposed in their divine charm, and their confrontation grew fiercer, making it difficult to determine a victor.

“I heard the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady was born close to the Dao, with extraordinary talent, and has rarely revealed her skills.

Her only recorded battle was her victory over the Purple Mansion Saint Heir; the Saint Heir was no match for the Sacred Lady,” Tu Fei said, sighing repeatedly, even more amazed by Pang Bo’s strength.

The big black dog mumbled, “This woman indeed stands out.

She’s a born talent for cultivation.

As she progresses, she will become even more terrifying.

Upon reaching a certain Realm, her body will unite with the Dao; then, even heaven-defying magical power will be suppressed before her.” Pang Bo let out a long roar, his hands forming seals, pressing down upon the Ice Field and shaking the firmament, as the True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, and Kunpeng appeared in turn, all driven by his hands.

At this moment, heaven and earth moved.

Pang Bo was like the rebirth of an ancient Demon Emperor.

His towering presence made this entire realm tremble.

BOOM!

A series of great collisions occurred as the two battled to a fever pitch, the fight growing increasingly fierce.

The surging power of the Dao caused vast avalanches across the Ice Field.

Snow, like tsunamis, surged with a deafening roar, like ten thousand horses galloping.

The earth itself cracked open with endless great fissures, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

“Brothers, grab your weapons and charge!

Let’s capture the Sacred Lady and make her our wife!” Suddenly, Tu Fei howled, leading the charge forward.

“Whoever captures her gets her!” the big black dog also shrieked.

This was psychological warfare, intended to disrupt the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady’s Void Spirit Realm and shatter her Dao state of Heaven and Earth Unity.

BOOM!

In the icy world, an extremely terrifying aura appeared.

Tu Fei’s Demon Jar hovered in the air, like a black hole, its mouth deep and seemingly bottomless.

This was an unparalleled devouring force.

A black beam shot towards the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, aiming to suck her into the earthen jar.

RUSTLE!

Above the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady’s head, the scroll shook.

A Great Mountain rushed out and crashed toward the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar, exuding an ancient aura.

“That’s truly an Ancient Demon Mountain, capable of crushing myriad peaks!” the big black dog screamed, startled.

He jumped back, pushing Tu Fei forward.

“Damn dog!” BUZZ!

The Heaven-devouring Demon Jar quivered, its devouring force intensifying, attempting to absorb the mighty black Great Mountain, causing this part of the world to tremble violently.

“Damn it, another one!” From within the scroll, another silver Great Mountain surged out, its light flashing, its pressure astonishing.

Even before it descended, it caused the earth to shatter.

The two mountains collided.

Silver brilliance and black light erupted, and the black hole formed by the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar was disrupted, unable to immediately suck them in.

RUSTLE!

The scroll unfurled further.

The vast world contained within surged forth, materializing in reality.

It resisted the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar and began to exert a suppressive force back on Tu Fei.

Throughout this process, the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady continued her battle with Pang Bo.

Her robes fluttered, her movements as fluid as flowing clouds and water.

She remained internally undisturbed, her connection to the Dao unbroken and unaffected.

BUZZ!

At this moment, Ye Fan made his move.

The silver Vajra, ancient and imposing, rapidly enlarged, its Dao Glyphs merging with heaven and earth.

It didn’t become immensely large, its diameter only about a meter, yet it was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the surroundings.

BOOM!

A violent collision ensued as the Vajra pierced into that realistic world.

Silver light flickered; it was indomitable, shattering mountain peaks and cracking the earth.

Simultaneously, Tu Fei fought back fiercely.

The Heaven-devouring Demon Jar transformed into a black hole, swallowing heaven and earth, counteracting the world revealed by the scroll.

Meanwhile, the big black dog sneakily approached the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, advancing under the cover of a large golden Bell, attempting a sneak attack from behind.

“Brothers, it’s time to counterattack!

Same deal as before: whoever captures her, she’s his wife!” Tu Fei shouted, charging forward with the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar, also drawing near.

SWOOSH!

With a flash of light, Ye Fan recalled the Vajra and also pressed closer, swinging his golden fist.

BOOM!

This was an earth-shattering punch, his Blood Qi soaring to the heavens.

Ye Fan’s physical power had long become immeasurable, as if a Savage Dragon Great Emperor had been reborn!

BANG!

The Purple Mansion Sacred Lady, in the midst of her battle with Pang Bo, glanced back.

In that instant, she wielded the Great Dao, pressing forward as if embodying the will of heaven and earth.

The Dao power she unleashed collided with Ye Fan’s golden fist.

BOOM!

Light erupted, filling the entire space between heaven and earth, as if the Nine Heavens’ silver river were pouring down.

It was a terrifying collision, with cataclysmic energy!

Ye Fan retreated but was unharmed.

This was his first direct confrontation with Saint Heir and Sacred Lady-level figures, and a clash against their Power of the Dao.

Just then, Pang Bo finally showcased his ultimate technique, unleashing the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes of Destruction!

His eyes shot silver light, threatening to destroy everything, piercing through heaven and earth as it charged toward the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady.

It was a blinding expanse of white light, causing the entire world to tremble.

HISS!

Shrouded in purple mist, the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady’s exquisite beauty was elusive.

Her brow glowed, and as the purple mist blossomed there, a single Dao Seal shone forth!

At that instant, two intensely radiant purple beams shot out from it, meeting the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes.

BOOM!

The two divine radiances met, and a destructive aura burst forth.

Flickering Light Sacred Master hurriedly protected himself with the Heaven-devouring Jar, while the big black dog sheltered under the large golden Bell.

Ye Fan’s physique was incredibly resilient, comparable to a Dragon Roc.

His entire body emitted a blazing golden light, as if an ancient Great Emperor had been revived.

He alone transformed into a streak of golden light and charged forward, hoping to seize the Purple Mansion Sacred Lady in the ensuing chaos.