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Chapter 37 Black Mountain Demon

The dragon soars in the sky, its divine light illuminating the world, driving away evil and dispelling darkness.

The evil aura within Lanruo Temple was swept away, and the halls and pavilions regained their clarity, resembling a fairyland on earth.

"ah--!"

Under this divine light, the tree demon was in unbearable pain.

His body was as bright as daytime, with countless wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

The golden dragon roared in.

The tree demon resorted to its old tricks, transforming once again into its tree root form and burrowing into the ground in an attempt to escape.

Having already mastered the dragon's energy, the tree demon was no longer of any use to Sheng Wansong, and Sheng Wansong had no intention of giving it a chance to escape.

Under the control of his primordial spirit, the golden dragon traveled parallel to the tree roots in the sky and on the ground, tracking all the way to the tree demon's true form, in front of a thousand-year-old locust tree that had been entwined in the shady side of the mountain.

Faced with the overwhelming dragon's might, the tree demon trembled violently, its branches and leaves rustling.

The earth tore apart, and Grandma summoned all her roots to weave a vast net, attempting to resist the dragon's might.

However, the dragon is not a dragon, but light and air.

How can a tangible net stop an intangible force?

The golden dragon passed through the tree net and crashed straight into the thousand-year-old locust tree.

Golden divine fire swept across the ancient tree, burning fiercely. Amidst the sizzling sound of the charring wood, Grandma's wails and screams gradually weakened and disappeared without a trace.

The Tree Demon Granny cultivated for a thousand years to become a demon.

He ruled the mountain, roamed for miles, devoured countless people, and his demonic power was overwhelming.

Now that he has passed away, his soul has scattered, leaving only withered wood burning.

When the tree fell, it revealed a cave below, filled with mountains of human bones, so numerous that they could not be counted, all victims of its destruction.

Sheng Wansong descended from the sky, and the golden light around him gradually faded away.

He has already discerned the truth about the dragon's aura.

The reason he couldn't sense the dragon energy on his body was because it wasn't actually on him, but hidden in the void.

Only when the time is right and heaven and man resonate will the dragon's energy manifest.

Whether emperor or official, their imperial aura and official fortune are not their own, but rather the power of Heaven and their position.

Now, taking advantage of the moment when the dragon's energy manifests, Sheng Wansong uses the secret method of the Na Hai Sacred Heart Mantra to integrate it, extracting a portion and absorbing it into his body, thus becoming the first person in this world to truly master the dragon's energy.

Although it wasn't much, this dragon energy could become a seed, helping him truly cultivate the "Royal Journey of Heaven".

Upon landing on the ground, Sheng Wansong was overjoyed and in a great mood.

"Young master, you! You!"

Nie Xiaoqian pointed her slender jade finger at Sheng Wansong, hesitating to say something.

Yan Chixia also crossed the lake and arrived, looking Sheng Wansong up and down. "I didn't expect you to have been hiding so well."

He seemed unaware of the presence of dragon energy.

Yan Chixia and Mingyuan Laodao were both Taoist priests who had become monks later in life, yet they were completely different.

Although Master Mingyuan only knew a few low-level moves, he was rich in theoretical knowledge and could talk fluently and endlessly about various esoteric Taoist knowledge.

Yan Chixia, on the other hand, was incredibly capable in action. He would immediately engage any demons he encountered, but he lacked theoretical knowledge and his incantations were a mix of Buddhist and Taoist elements.

Since he didn't know, Sheng Wansong didn't explain.

"I have said before that I am capable of sitting on the throne of Buddha."

An Lan, standing to the side, tilted her head back, her nose sticking out high, looking quite proud.

Sheng Wansong was in high spirits and immediately said:

"Now that the evil spirits have been vanquished, let's go down the mountain and have a good meal together. I'll treat."

"Yes, yes, yes," Yan Chixia quickly replied, "You said it yourself, no one forced you!"

The atmosphere at the scene was cheerful and harmonious, as if everything had already gone smoothly.

Unnoticed by anyone, countless plumes of black smoke billowed from the cave beneath the Tree Demon Granny, brewing yet another catastrophe.

As the three people and the ghost were about to descend the mountain, suddenly the earth shook violently, with earthquakes occurring continuously.

Boundless demonic energy surged into the sky, its power far surpassing that of the Tree Demon Granny.

Black demonic energy surged into the sky, obscuring the sun and spreading in all directions.

Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, Yan Chixia couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

"This tiny Guo Bei County, first there was the Tree Demon Granny, and now this huge monster has appeared. What kind of place is this?!"

"I remember now!"

Nie Xiaoqian belatedly realized what was happening and looked panicked. "Xiaoqing once said that Grandma has the Black Mountain Demon as her backer, so she's not afraid of even if the righteous sects come."

"The Black Mountain Demon?"

After careful consideration, Xiaoqian replied, "It is said that the Black Mountain Demon's true form is a ten-thousand-year-old black mountain in the underworld, a local lord in the City of the Wrongfully Dead in the Underworld, with countless ghost soldiers and generals under his command."

Sheng Wansong looked at Yan Chixia and asked, "Does the underworld truly exist in this world?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia scoffed, "What kind of underworld is this?"

"There is no such thing as the underworld in this world, only small underworlds, some large enough to cover a city, others small enough to encompass a village."

"Where there are no people, there is nothing."

Sheng Wansong understood.

There are no real gods or immortals in this world; everything is a product of faith.

The underworld is naturally the same.

Every village, every city, and every ethnic religion has its own unique customs and beliefs, and therefore the underworlds they inhabit are also different.

And the underworld of Guobei County has probably already fallen into the hands of this Black Mountain Demon.

At this moment, the Black Mountain Demon revealed itself, a gigantic ghost head a hundred meters tall, emerging from the mountain. "You killed Grandma! I will make you pay for this in blood!"

It was already close to dawn, but now dark clouds covered the sky, preventing the sun from shining and even the faint light of day from emerging.

"This old ghost is the ruler of the underworld within a ten-mile radius. We must leave this area immediately, or our souls will be taken away by it."

Sheng Wansong stopped and looked at the giant monster.

Seeing him stop, Yan Chixia urged, "This old ghost is no ordinary monster. To deal with him, the leaders of the various sects of Xuandao and Buddhism must come here."

"Your move just now was powerful, but I'm afraid it won't be enough to subdue this old devil!"

Sheng Wansong remained unmoved. "Yan Chixia, you once said I was incredibly audacious, daring to take the position of Buddha."

Yan Chixia was greatly puzzled. "Why are you bringing this up now? Let's retreat first. I'll apologize to you later!"

"Should we retreat?"

Sheng Wansong shook his head slightly, "This is already the underworld; there's no way to escape using ordinary methods."

All around were ghostly figures, the trees in the forest were all leafless and withered, and on the desolate ground, countless pale white hands broke through the soil and reached out to grab at the surroundings.

He smiled slightly and said to Yan Chixia, "I'll tell you now."

"It's not that I'm incredibly audacious, but that position was reserved for me."

The three talents he set in the game have long since become more than just data in reality; they are abilities and destinies that live up to their names.

[The Supreme Emperor] grants him dragon energy to protect him, and he is destined to be an emperor.

The "Descent of the Heavenly Buddha" is not simply about enhancing Buddhist martial arts.

Deep within his soul, the essence of Buddha has indeed been nurtured.

As Yan Chixia was puzzled, Sheng Wansong formed the Vajra Knot and his body slowly floated into the sky.

Since the underworld can be inhabited by a monster.

Why can't that person do it?

He, Sheng Wansong, had his eye on this underworld.