Heavenly Demon Possession Technique

“There are so many fiends here!”

Just as Pang Yue finished putting away the fiendish relics, he spotted a swarm of black-striped yellow serpents flying in from the distance.

Hundreds of auras, each no weaker than a Dao Foundation cultivator, surged toward them.

They were Nether Bamboo Demon Serpents.

This breed of fiend was especially adept at corrupting a cultivator’s spiritual power and devouring spiritual energy—one of the trickiest kinds among all the extraterrestrial demons.

Ran Yunxin raised her delicate hand, and a hundred golden demonfire blades converged at her side, then transformed into a streak of silver lightning, bearing a hundred golden edges. Like sharks catching the scent of blood, they lunged ferociously at their prey!

“This woman is by no means a suitable match…” Pang Yue sighed to the heavens.

Who could have imagined that such a beautiful and captivating female cultivator would be so bloodthirsty and enamored with combat?

He vaguely suspected it had something to do with the cultivation techniques practiced in the Primordial Demon Hall.

At his leisure, he refined a few more demon relics, then soared forward to support Ran Yunxin.

Golden blades of demonfire flashed and wove together, slashing in all directions. Wherever they passed, the Nether Bamboo Demon Serpents stood no chance—even a single strike could finish them.

Clad in a flowing silver dress, Ran Yunxin moved gracefully among the swarm of flying demon serpents, her aura peerless and breathtaking.

Over a hundred Dao Foundation-level demon serpents spewed foul yellow miasma, aiming to defile spells and magical tools, but Ran Yunxin’s peerlessly sharp blade light severed every cloud of poison, cutting straight to the serpents’ bodies.

After watching for a while, Pang Yue turned his gaze to the horizon.

He saw thousands of streaks of fire plummeting like meteors.

Fiendish energy surged in waves.

Within each streak of fire was a hideous demon beast—a species known for its sheer numbers among the fiendish hordes:

Flame Demons.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky was filled with fire, crashing down upon the floating land, churning up clouds of dust that lingered for a long time.

One after another, monstrous beasts wreathed in blazing fire leapt up, drawn by the thick vitality of Pang Yue’s blood and flesh, charging furiously toward him.

Even the smallest among these Flame Demons stood three zhang tall; the largest, fully ten zhang in height!

Pang Yue clapped his hands together, merging nine crimson-gold talisman swords into a single, massive blade of light that shot forth explosively!

The thunderous roar that followed shook the air.

The sword light shone dazzlingly bright, illuminating heaven and earth like a blazing sun.

The enormous talisman sword streaked through dozens of Flame Demons in an instant, then appeared outside the tide of demons.

In the next moment, the blade curved back, darting through the demon horde with electric speed, weaving like dragons and phoenixes in flight.

Demons howled, struggled, and fell in droves.

Scorching flames erupted from their bodies, attempting to block the sword’s path.

But the crimson-gold talisman sword moved as if in water, undeterred by fire, its thunderous roar slicing through demon after demon with irresistible force.

Only now did Pang Yue truly appreciate the power of the Flame Talisman Sword Scripture.

If one were to confront these Flame Demons with ordinary flying swords, even the highest quality blades would be reduced to molten slag by their flames in just a few exchanges.

Only a treasure-level sword could endure such ferocity unscathed.

As for using a body-tempering technique like the Dragon Elephant Demon-Subduing Fist, the energy consumption would be tremendous—hardly sustainable for long.

Faced with a tide of Flame Demons this vast, exhaustion would inevitably lead to ruin.

But the Flame Talisman Sword Scripture was different.

The crimson-gold talisman sword, forged from countless runes, was pure spiritual force in essence!

Wielded amidst the demon horde, not only did it suffer no loss, it even began to change in mysterious ways.

More runes bloomed across the blade, its light sharper and more intricate with every strike.

With a single thought, Pang Yue directed the sword’s dance. In less time than it took to finish a cup of tea, the entire group of Flame Demons was slain.

Elsewhere, Ran Yunxin still fought with fierce vigor, her long skirt swirling, her golden blades reaping the demon serpents.

“This woman’s cultivation may not match Qu Ziyang’s, but her battle prowess far surpasses his,” Pang Yue silently assessed.

He could tell that, like him, Ran Yunxin still held many trump cards in reserve.

Few among the inner disciples of the Demon Talisman Sect could so easily dispatch hundreds of fiends of equal rank.

There was little time to reflect.

Already, another swarm of fiends approached from the distance.

In this outer void, the fiends were endless; once one set foot upon a floating island, it seemed only endless battle awaited until death.

Pang Yue steadied his mind, summoned his talisman sword, and rose to meet the oncoming threat.

…

On another floating continent in the outer void—

A regal and dignified woman stood in midair, her magnificent gown fluttering.

Behind her, fiends shaped like enormous lanterns were burned to cinders by crimson flames, crumbling to ash.

Nine fire dragons, each a hundred zhang long, soared and coiled, leaving wildfires in their wake, as if burning holes through the void itself.

The woman gazed into the distance, her manner unhurried.

“Why have the Samsara Fiends appeared recently? If not for my master’s gift of the Purple-Gold Frostleaf, I would have been trapped out here in the void…”

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the fiends behind her were all incinerated. Only then did she extend a finger, summoning a fire dragon to carry her as she flew away.

…

Pang Yue sat cross-legged in the void, an invisible aura of sword light swirling around him, rendering his entire being illusory and formless, hidden perfectly from sight.

He swallowed a few Celestial Dust Pills, silently restoring his spiritual power.

After more than ten days of ceaseless battle, his mind was growing weary.

There was no spiritual energy in the outer void; recovery depended entirely on pills.

Every day, he had to carve out time to cloak himself in invisible sword light and quietly refine medicinal energy to recuperate.

He’d already collected over a thousand demon relics—enough to exchange for ten thousand merit points.

That equaled a year’s service at Dragon Scale Island in the outer seas.

No wonder the Demon-Devouring Hall’s talisman order was so coveted!

Ran Yunxin, too, had impressed him deeply.

She possessed a secret art that allowed her to possess fiends.

Her method of restoring spiritual power was far more aggressive—and fitting for a demonic sect’s maiden.

By possessing a fiend, she could silently refine its demonic energy into her own spiritual power.

If one fiend wasn’t enough, she’d simply find another.

Her recovery speed was no slower than Pang Yue’s.

And, once possessing a fiend, she had no need to hide—she could swagger openly among the demon hordes.

Over the past ten days, the two of them had circled the floating land, encountered hundreds of fiendish swarms, and fought with an intensity that rivaled Pang Yue’s past experiences in games.

Once, they even encountered a great fiend of the Golden Core level.

In that crisis, both finally revealed their trump cards.

Ran Yunxin used her Demonic Possession Art to control a demon and escape.

Pang Yue vanished into the void with his Invisible Sword, retreating with blinding speed.

After days of slaughter, Pang Yue had gathered more demon relics than Ran Yunxin, coming out slightly ahead.

Though she protested, inwardly, she had come to take Pang Yue’s strength very seriously.

Especially after witnessing the sharpness and uncanny nature of his Invisible Sword—she racked her brains for a way to counter it, but found none.

Now restored, Pang Yue looked down.

A herd of Red Crystal Flame Oxen was resting in the valley below.

One among them, its spiritual light dim and breath feeble, was the very one possessed by Ran Yunxin.

“She certainly knows how to save on pills…” Pang Yue mused, a touch envious.

The Demon Possession Art belonged to the Primordial Demon Hall; unless he became a core disciple, he would never qualify to learn the secret arts of the other four halls.

Just then, countless hazy lights flashed on the distant horizon.

Red gleams, like tiny beans, drifted across the sky.

Activating his unnamed Eye Technique, Pang Yue focused and saw the approaching fiends clearly.

They were shaped like dark red lanterns, their tassel-like tentacles swaying, each tipped with a blinking eyeball—strange and uncanny.

Suddenly, one of the fiends seemed to sense something. All of its tassel-like limbs swung as one toward Pang Yue, all their eyes opening, staring in his direction.

A chill crawled down Pang Yue’s spine.

This isn’t good, he thought, quietly guiding his Invisible Sword through the void to change position.

Bizarrely, that fiend’s gaze followed him unerringly.

For the first time, his Invisible Sword was seen through!

The distant horde of fiends abruptly halted, then turned, drifting toward him.

“What kind of fiends are these?” Pang Yue felt a growing dread.

Even the memories of the original master, Daoist Xu, held no information on such demons.

He sent a message to Ran Yunxin, informing her of the situation.

The moment she heard, she was startled—so much so that she abandoned the demonic energy she was gathering for recovery, instantly revealing her true form and soaring into the sky as a streak of silver light to gaze into the distance.

In the next instant, Ran Yunxin’s expression changed dramatically. “No! These are Samsara Fiends—run, now!”

With that, she called to Pang Yue and immediately fled.

Pang Yue merged with his sword and followed at once.

“Fellow Daoist Ran, what makes these fiends different?” he asked curiously.

All this time, whenever they’d seen fiends, Ran Yunxin would always dash in to slaughter them. For her to flee without a fight—save for that one Golden Core demon—was unprecedented.

Without turning her head, Ran Yunxin replied, “Samsara Fiends are the nemesis of demon sect cultivators. Once entangled, you won’t even have time to strike before you’re dragged into endless reincarnation…”

Because of their cultivation methods, demon sect cultivators were especially vulnerable in their spiritual hearts. Against fiends that attacked the soul and Dao-heart directly, the only option was to flee.

The two sped away as fast as they could.

Suddenly—

Scarlet points of light appeared ahead; another group of Samsara Fiends materialized out of thin air.

Not good!

Both felt a sense of impending doom.

Before them, fiends shaped like dark red lanterns drifted into view, forming a vast formation.

The fiends behind did the same.

Unnoticed, the two swarms linked together, forming a massive array that surrounded the pair.

“Quick—use the talisman order!” Ran Yunxin cried, darting back to grab Pang Yue.

He was just about to activate the talisman—

When disaster struck!

Pang Yue’s vision went black; his senses were stripped away.

Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and thought—all vanished.

Nothing remained but utter darkness, enveloping him completely.

Luckily, should their lives truly be threatened, the talisman would return them instantly… But if the fiends chose not to kill, only to trap them…

They would be forced to endure until the end.

A few vague thoughts flickered through Pang Yue’s mind—then, his consciousness began to slow, and all sensation faded into silence.