Legend of the Great Sage

ll of the world’s cooperation, I’d be completely incapable of wielding this sword.
I’m basically wielding a legendary weapon as a beating stick.
I’ll probably have to reach Merging the Void with the Dao in order to unleash all of its might! Who exactly was the man draped in bear skin?

At this moment, it did not even seem like he was wielding the sword, but the sword drawing the laws of the world and pushing him on.
It did not take any effort from him at all.
He even could spare the effort to become lost in his thoughts.

Even he would struggle to fend off a strike like that.
In his eyes, Heretic God Baitun was already a dead pig.

However, Heretic God Baitun refused to just die here.
He let out a shrill squeal, and a pair of long tusks extended out from his mouth.
Layers upon layers of black hair sprouted on his back and neck as he charged forwards without any regard.

The hairs were his strongest defence.
Regular arcane treasures would struggle to leave a mark.
Even if True Immortals attacked him, they would struggle to kill him if they struck his back.

However, the moon hung high above with its light pouring down like water, endless, unstoppable, and all-permeating.

His bristles were shed as they rustled.
The moonlight silently penetrated his thick hide, seeming into his bones and soul, filled with deep coldness.

This sword was the Sword of Supreme Yin.

Wherever Heretic God Baitun went, the moonlight followed him.

No matter how grand and extravagant, regular swordsmanship would always encounter moments when it was not enough.

However, this strike seemed to be endless.
The efforts of man could run out at times, but the moon always hung above.
Moonlight was endless, so when did it ever run out? The laws of the world constantly revolved, never coming to a halt.

Everything in the world was for him to use.

Heretic God Baitun squealed, “You forced me to do this! Come, my slaves! Give me all of your power!”

Under his order, the hundred million demonfolk prostrated on the ground and chanted his name loudly.

At that instant, hundreds of thousands of columns of red light rose into the air.

He was also a god, while this was his land.
There were thousands of temples throughout the Demon domain that enshrined his statue, accumulating a tremendous amount of power of belief.

This power did not belong to him himself.
From a certain perspective, he was only managing it on Demon God Taotie’s behalf.
If he used it and failed to replenish it, he would definitely face punishment.
However, now that he faced death, he could no longer care so much anymore, mobilising it all for a battle to the death with Li Qingshan.

The columns of light surged into his body, making him swell up madly and fending off the moonlight.
Even his severed hand condensed again through this power.

The gathered will of the populace could trump the heavens.
Only the will of the people could stand a chance against the laws of the world.
It was no different in the Demon domain.

“I’m going to butcher you!”

So is this the case?

Li Qingshan had a thought, which was as clear and cool as the moonlight.
He suddenly recalled the half-human, half-dragon man from the scene of the Battle of Mending Heaven and understood how he felt.

The living creatures were all ants.
There was nothing pitiable about them.
He seemed to coexist with the sun and moon, looking down from an extremely high altitude.
The colossal demon city was like an ant nest.
Its existence was completely meaningless.
Even if he stepped over it, it was nothing.

With a thought, the moonlight on Heretic God Baitun suddenly dispersed, turning into thousands of strands that rained down on the demon capital.

Between the skyscrapers, tens of thousand demonfolk gathered on a main street, constantly prostrating and praying.
Moonlight swept across the place.

All of the worshipping demonfolk froze at that moment as if time had stopped.

In the next moment, they all collapsed on the ground, leading to a series of thuds.
Corpses littered the land.
They were all dead.

The moonlight gathered and dispersed.
A few strands would be gathered sometimes, freezing those statues in the temples before separating and clearing the foundations of the faith, or in other words, demonfolk.

Heretic God Baitun was dumbfounded.
He trembled.
“I-is he going to kill all of these demonfolk?”

Even though he had grown accustomed to slaughter, such a ruthless sight where he just cleaned them up coldly still made him tremble.
It made him understand that he was not as vicious as he imagined himself to be.

He swung his newly-condensed arm, wanting to fight back, but what was he supposed to fight back against? The moon? Or the demonic heavens!

Li Qingshan vanished, present everywhere once again, moving with the laws.

At that instant, he was the heavens!

There were no gods under the heavens.