Bruno the Dragon-Qilin froze for a moment, then suddenly realized: Quinn Shepherd was using a sacrificial ritual to turn himself into the offering, transmitting his intact body into another world while swapping a demon general from that world into this one, maintaining energy balance between the two realms!
"Has Cult Master’s numerology really reached such a level? How did he even calculate this?"
Bruno’s eyes went wide. He’d trained for years under the Young Patriarch, and his own skills in numerology were nothing to scoff at; if not for his laziness, he might have been one of the top calculation experts of this era.
Even so, the numerological method Quinn used this time was completely beyond his comprehension.
He understood the principle, but as for the specifics of how to actually perform it, he was completely in the dark.
The sacrificial method usually just turns flesh and blood into energy, sending it to another world and swapping in a being from there. But Quinn hadn’t converted himself into energy—he’d transmitted his entire, intact form directly. The theory behind this was vast and deep, far beyond Bruno’s experience.
Quinn wasn’t just using numerology—he combined the Nethervault Demon King’s sacrificial method, spatial measurement arts, and transmission techniques. Any one of these fields alone could occupy a lifetime of study for most adepts.
"If Cult Master turned himself into the offering and transmitted himself to another world, how will he ever get back?"
Bruno immediately grasped the key point. He looked toward the altar, where the still-confused demon general stood, and hurriedly called out, "Just stay right there—don’t move!"
The demon general still looked completely baffled. One moment he’d been charging into battle, and the next he’d landed here. Looking down, he saw a nervous, scale-covered, bristly beast—half pig, half dragon—and an even stranger giant chest. It was that ridiculously fat creature who’d just spoken.
The demon general glanced around, surrounded by thick, impenetrable darkness, muttering, "Nyega haei (Where is this?)"
Bruno lifted the taotie bone chest and hurled it at the demon general. The general snorted, reaching out to grab it—only for the chest to suddenly spring open and swallow him whole with a gulp!
Thud.
The chest crashed onto the altar as the demon general rampaged inside, tossing the chest around and making it bounce and shake violently.
Bruno had leapt into the air as he threw the chest, and landed on top of it the moment it hit the ground, pinning it down. The demon general was so strong inside that Bruno nearly got bounced off, and he shouted, "Don’t let him out! Absolutely don’t let him out! We need to keep him—when Cult Master wants to come back, we’ll need him for the return sacrifice! The pills Cult Master left me won’t last long... Wait, all my spirit pills are inside the chest!"
On top of the chest, Bruno let out a miserable howl.
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The horn blasts grew louder and louder, nearly exploding right beside Quinn’s ear and leaving him almost deaf. He turned to look—the raging air currents surged in, the sound waves pressing the currents forward and rippling the skin on his face.
Behind him, massive ivory tusks stretched for over ten zhang, each one wrapped in steel blades.
Three enormous elephants, their bodies covered in strange demonic runes, were hauling a Cloud-Car behind him at full speed. The elephants’ tusks swung wildly, impaling dozens of demons on the steel blades and flinging them about.
Mounted atop the Cloud-Car was a horn from some unknown beast, even longer than the elephants’ tusks. The hollowed-out horn had been fashioned into a warhorn so massive its opening could fit two or three people inside, and the sound blasting from it was deafening.
At the head of the cart, a giant demon brute was channeling his yuanqi to blow the horn, sending its thunderous call echoing across the battlefield.
The enormous Cloud-Car barreled forward, ignoring friend and foe alike. The elephants and wheels crushed and smashed countless demon soldiers as they charged, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere.
All around Quinn, demonfolk in black armor shouted and waved their weapons, sprinting madly in the same direction, howling as they charged into battle.
"Apu gaon han (Who are you?)" a demon immediately spotted Quinn and asked, looking puzzled.
The next instant, his head went flying.
From Quinn’s Glutton Dragon Pouch, his Sword Pill shot out. The youth grabbed it and squeezed tight—buzz!—a swarm of flying swords burst out from both ends of his fist, merging into a double-bladed longsword, each tip razor sharp and the blade stretching thirteen zhang long.
Quinn spun the sword in a circle, sweeping all directions. The demon soldiers rushing him were instantly shredded, body parts flying everywhere. Even a charging war elephant had its front legs severed, collapsing forward and snapping its tusks.
The giant Cloud-Car behind him suddenly flipped into the air, tumbling end over end and soaring above Quinn’s head.
The demon brute on the cart landed headfirst, feet in the air, and when he saw Quinn, his face twisted in shock—only for a sword to pierce straight through his skull, nailing him to the cart.
With the threat of being trampled by the war elephants and Cloud-Car gone, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief—then glanced back, and his scalp tingled in terror.
Behind him stretched a massive caravan: countless elephants hauling Cloud-Cars in a line, driving endless hordes of demonfolk toward the enemy battlefield.
The thunder of hooves rolled across the battlefield like a tidal wave.
Behind the elephants and Cloud-Cars, even larger beasts were charging forward. On the backs of these monsters stood terrifying, savage demon gods, each brandishing a magical demon weapon.
The demon gods unleashed their weapons’ terrifying power, sending a humming wave sweeping across the battlefield toward the enemy deities.
Brilliant, fearsome waves of energy rampaged overhead, as divine and demonic weapons clashed and exploded, warping the very space around them.
The sky was filled with all kinds of dazzling lights and blades of overwhelming power, sweeping through the air and sending deadly shockwaves in every direction. Flying through the sky here meant certain death.
Quinn rapidly assessed his situation, his expression growing grim. He was at the very front of the demon army!
The demon soldiers here were clearly the lowest rank—mere expendables sent to crash into the enemy lines!
Stuck among the cannon fodder, Quinn realized he was about to be sent crashing into the enemy lines himself—he had become expendable too!
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"Apu gaon han?"
Shouts of questioning came from the Cloud-Car behind him—many demon brutes stared at Quinn in confusion. Quinn shouted back, "Kude ge lou! (I’m one of you!)"
Countless demon soldiers leapt from the Cloud-Cars—these were the elite, surging forward like a tide as they charged at him, shouting, "Hatila! (Kill!)"
Quinn stopped hesitating and turned to run, fuming, "I said I’m one of you—why are you still trying to kill me?"
These elite demons weren’t the lowly vanguard—these were Skyfiends, powerful and terrifying. Quinn had fought them before in the Realm of the Dead, and knew their strength was truly monstrous.
The Skyfiends had hidden behind the Cloud-Cars, waiting for the lowly vanguard to break up the enemy’s formation before striking.
Now, countless Skyfiends were chasing after him, intent on eliminating this mysterious human adept.
Shouts rang out from behind, and the other lowly demons instantly received the order, charging at Quinn as he ran.
There were so many lowly demons, countless as the tide, and in an instant they overwhelmed Quinn.
"Eight Thousand Swords!"
Quinn roared, and his massive sword erupted—countless sword-lights spun wildly, instantly shredding the demon vanguard. Eight thousand swords formed a blazing sphere, rolling through the ranks and grinding everything to pieces.
Whoosh—
The rolling sphere of light tore through the crowd. Suddenly, a lowly demon with the power of a Celestial Human realm expert roared and began to swell—his muscles burst through armor and clothes, growing over ten yards tall. He swung a massive spiked club, sweeping aside all the lesser demons in his path.
The spiked club, forged with secret arts, was made of thirty-six segments, each spinning rapidly in different directions and slicing even his own allies to pieces.
The Celestial Human demon commander swept the crowd aside, then swung his giant club at Quinn. Explosive clangs rang out as the Eight Thousand Swords rapidly converged into a great shield, blocking the blow.
The demon commander staggered, then with two thunderous cracks, two more arms burst from his armpits. He slammed both hands against the shield in a flurry, while the other two raised the spiked club high and smashed down again.
Quinn’s body shifted, transforming into the Earth Star Lord form—a human head atop a serpent’s body. Behind him, the towering Gate of Bearing Heaven swung open, shielding his back. Demons charging from behind were swept away by the gate, their souls sent straight to Youdu.
Boom!
He raised his hand to meet the demon commander’s palm—both unleashed their magic and divine powers. The spiked club never landed; Quinn’s terrifying strength sent the commander flying into the demon horde, crushing countless lesser demons beneath him.
But that brief defense let the fastest Skyfiends catch up—blades whirled through the air toward him.
The saber-pills spun madly overhead, unleashing countless demon blades that slashed at him from all directions!
"Divine Firmament Heavenly Gang!"
Quinn shouted, thrusting both hands forward—the Divine Firmament Heavenly Gang Pattern, taught by the Mountain Lord, sprang to life. Stars filled the air, their light weaving together, centered on the sun, moon, and five luminaries. These seven stars formed a great curtain, pinning the curved blades in midair.
Then, the Divine Firmament Heavenly Gang shattered with a thunderous crash.
Quinn grunted, stumbling back. The first Skyfiend attacker was a striking youth—an Asura of the Eight Divisions—who reached into the air and summoned countless curved blades, merging them into a saber-pill in his hand.
The Asura spun the saber-pill, which rang out and transformed into twin longblades—while the remaining curved blades shrank to knife-sand, whirling from his fingers and circling his body.
The Asura spun his twin blades, launching himself at Quinn like a whirlwind.
Clang.
Their weapons collided—Quinn staggered, shifting his stance to absorb the force. "Such strength!" he exclaimed.
The Asura was shaken back, but suddenly paused—then charged at him even faster.
Quinn stepped forward, thrusting out his palm. Light flickered, and his qi formed the character for 'Fix.' The Asura stiffened for an instant, just barely able to move—then Quinn swept his sword, sending the youth’s head flying.
"Strong, but still a notch below me," Quinn remarked.
Quinn narrowed his eyes—more Skyfiends were closing in, each as formidable as the Asura before, sending chills down his spine.
Just then, a deafening crash shook the battlefield—the two armies had collided, and blood and flesh flew through the air.
The sky suddenly darkened. At the center of the battlefield, an altar rose, crowned with flying blood and flesh. The upheaved earth flung Quinn and the attacking Skyfiends aside.
Startled, Quinn glanced back—the altar was a sacrificial one, meant for blood offerings to summon a mighty being from another world. It resembled the altar he’d built to travel here, but this was far larger and used for summoning, not transport.
"This altar is hundreds of times bigger than mine—who buried it here?"
He had barely landed and had no time to think before he was swamped by Skyfiends.
At that moment, the altar blazed with light—countless runes spun and radiated, beams of blood shot skyward, blasting open the heavens.
Boom!
A giant axe crashed down from the sky, followed by a massive striped divine tiger emerging from the blood-red light, its body covered in dazzling runes.
"My lord!"
The tiger roared, and a familiar figure appeared atop its back, emerging from the blood-light. Quinn glanced over, dazed, nearly gutted by a Skyfiend in the chaos.
On the altar, the rider atop the divine tiger hefted a giant axe—Quinn knew that face well.
It was the Woodcutter Sage, who once preached atop the stone.