I Pick up a Lost Godhood

A look of unprecedented excitement spread across Chi Huang’s face. While leading troops into battle was a pleasure, it paled in comparison to the thrill of this moment.

Even among the Demon Race, he was peerless. He had felt stifled, unable to challenge certain experts due to their status, but here, there were no such restrictions.

His figure flickered, a blur of demonic afterimages, and in an instant, he was before Wang Meng. Wang Meng threw a punch, which Chi Huang caught with a single hand.

A blast of violet light erupted.

The blast sent Wang Meng flying. Purple-tinged storm clouds gathered overhead as Demonic Qi, visible to the naked eye, converged in the sky.

Chi Huang was now wreathed in purple lightning, looking as if a Demon God had descended upon the world. The surrounding Demon Generals gazed at him with expressions of pure adoration.

When cultivated to its peak, the Primordial Demon Refining Technique allowed one to command the powers of heaven and earth—an ability of truly world-shaking might.

WHOOSH...

In a flash of lightning, Chi Huang was upon Wang Meng once more, throwing a devastating punch.

The violet force roared forth, powerful enough to shatter the very sky.

But Wang Meng had vanished. A cold sneer touched Chi Huang’s lips. ’Space Magic? He’s truly underestimating me.’

With a flicker, Chi Huang reappeared at the exact same moment as Wang Meng. "Space Magic is useless!"

He unleashed a two-fisted Critical Strike—Annihilation Demon Slash!

THUD... BOOM!

With his Space Skill shattered, Wang Meng was slammed directly into the ground, blasting a crater on impact.

Chi Huang slowly descended and raised his arms, and instantly, countless members of the Demon Race and other Demons roared in triumph.

For their king.

Chi Ying smirked. "Even Space Magic leaves a trail. Not the slightest fluctuation of power can escape Chi Huang. Unless he plans to hide for the rest of his life, but what would be the point of that?"

As the energy from the Annihilation Burst dissipated, Chi Huang gazed at the crater he had created. ’So this is the so-called expert from the Star Alliance? Pathetically weak.’

"What are you looking at?"

Chi Huang jolted in surprise, his figure blurring into motion, only to see Wang Meng standing a short distance away.

A faint smile touched Wang Meng’s lips. "So this is the power of the Demon Race’s greatest expert? How disappointing."

Chi Huang’s Demon Flame flared. "You’re courting death!"

He shot toward Wang Meng again, a streak of purple lightning. BOOM...

A roar that seemed to shake the very heavens echoed as a Golden Giant Dragon soared into the sky. Wang Meng’s Dragon Roar Moon Holy Statue was now countless times larger than before.

But the Golden Dragon’s eyes were blood-red.

An overwhelming killing intent radiated from Wang Meng as he manifested the Holy Statue, and the blood-red, full moon behind it seemed to be a dark omen.

Sensing the power of the Dragon Roar Moon Holy Statue, Chi Huang only grew more excited, hurtling toward Wang Meng in a streak of lightning.

BOOM...

A roundhouse kick connected squarely with Chi Huang’s head. Before he could even process what had happened, another vicious kick caught him in mid-air.

Chi Huang was smashed back into the very crater he had created.

Wang Meng felt the killing intent spreading within him and furrowed his brow slightly.

Too many people had died. The path of Cultivation was inevitably cruel, but this kind of slaughter was completely unnecessary. Yet, the Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon God Statue was absorbing a massive amount of killing intent. The last time Wang Meng had unleashed it was like breaking a seal, and now, whenever he drew upon its power, he felt himself losing control.

As he gazed at the endless hordes of the Demon Race, Wang Meng’s killing intent grew ever stronger. He thought of the fallen Holy Hall Disciples, and the Demon Attribute in his heart began to sing its endless, seductive call.

’Kill them. Kill them all. Slaughter the entire Demon Race!’

Chi Huang burst from the crater, hair disheveled and looking battered. He let out a roar that shook the earth, causing the Demonic Qi to churn and boil.

A pillar of intense violet light erupted from the horn on his forehead, shooting toward the heavens. A torrent of violet power from the sky began to pour continuously into Chi Huang’s body.

Chi Ying was stunned. He had thought Chi Huang was only at the level of the Ninefold Heaven, but he never expected him to have already reached the pinnacle of the Primordial Demon Refining Technique—the Heaven-Reaching state.

This allowed a practitioner to become one with heaven and earth. Anyone who reached this stage was destined to become a Demon Lord.

In this aspect, Chi Huang’s talent was truly unmatched.

Meanwhile, his opponent Wang Meng’s Elemental Power had fallen into chaos. ’What’s happening to him?’

Hu Jing also noticed something was wrong with Wang Meng and couldn’t help but worry.

Chi Huang paid it no mind. He frantically absorbed the Demonic Qi, determined to blast this human to smithereens.

But then, a strange phenomenon occurred. The Dragon Roar Moon Holy Statue began to expand, and the image of Heaven and Earth materialized within it.

The Demonic Qi, as if it had found a release valve, began to surge madly toward Wang Meng.

Wang Meng’s eyes now radiated a savage killing intent, and at some point, a Long Sword wreathed in black flames had appeared in his hand.

The Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon let out a furious roar as Wang Meng slashed out with his sword.

SHIIING... A massive rift was torn in space itself.

Chi Huang dodged the attack by a hair’s breadth, but the distant Demon Generals were not so fortunate and were instantly torn to pieces.

As Wang Meng’s Long Sword moved through the Sword Formulas, the Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon God Statue radiated a blinding light.

A terrifying scene unfolded!

Space began to warp, and time descended into chaos. A Demon General suddenly found his body twisting unnaturally. When the order of space righted itself, his body remained grotesquely contorted before he promptly exploded.

Those caught by the Law of Time, meanwhile, rapidly aged and withered away, their life force pouring in a constant stream into Wang Meng’s body.

A purple light now shone from Wang Meng’s eyes as well. The Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon still blazed brightly, but now the Giant Dragon’s eyes were also purple. A purple moon hung high in the sky; only the aspect of Heaven and Earth remained unchanged.

Chi Huang launched an all-out attack on Wang Meng, stunned by this bizarre phenomenon.

Wang Meng, however, seemed to be trapped in an internal struggle. He was fighting against the Demon Attribute. He had never expected it to erupt at a time like this. If he completely succumbed and became a homicidal monster, he would destroy everything and everyone here, becoming an existence far more terrifying than the Demon Race.

With a roar, Chi Huang’s sword plunged into Wang Meng’s body. But Wang Meng’s eyes had turned completely the color of the Abyss.

A cold sneer played on his lips as his hair turned a shade of violet-gold. ...There was no blood.

Suddenly, Chi Huang coughed up a mouthful of blood. To his horror, he found the sword plunged into his own chest.

’And Wang Meng... was that just an illusion?’

"A destined outcome cannot be changed. Not even by a god!"

Wang Meng was now radiating pure excitement and bloodlust. He sliced off Chi Huang’s head. With the Demon Sword in one hand and Chi Huang’s head in the other, he tilted his face to the sky and let out a wild, maniacal laugh.

The Demon Generals surged forward in a frenzy, but any who drew near were either torn apart by warped space or rapidly aged to death. And all of it provided a ceaseless stream of power to Wang Meng.

’Now that is a true Demon!’

A "Demon" represents only one aspect of existence, much like other demonic beings. But humans are different; they are a composite of all things. Wang Meng’s Holy Power had already reached its peak, but his capacity for demonic power was a near-total void. The moment the Demon Race appeared, his Five Elements Body immediately sensed an intense craving and began to frantically absorb the pure power of the Demons.

Wang Meng laughed wildly as arcs of purple lightning flashed all around him. Any member of the Demon Race touched by the electricity instantly withered and died.

Chi Ying was dumbfounded. ’...Space... Time... The legendary law of causality?’

’This is impossible!’

’Absolutely impossible!’

’This is a taboo, a power the fundamental laws would never permit! Only a True God should be capable of this!’

’A power like this would be ruthlessly stamped out in the Cultivation Realm!’

’Where is the Celestial Tribulation?’

’Why hasn’t it come???’

In an instant, hundreds of Demon Generals had been annihilated.

"Wang Meng, stop! Or I’ll kill Hu Jing!"

Chi Ying flew toward Wang Meng, dragging Hu Jing with him. He moved as fast as a phantom, even managing to dodge two spatial distortions.

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