The Demon with Holy Radiance

"Great Light Floating World!"

He raised his hand and clenched it slightly.

The sun-like radiance behind him erupted, spreading like a ripple across the heavens and earth, instantly expanding for tens of thousands of meters.

The radiance fractured into countless rays of light that zipped through the space. Tens of thousands of meters away, their endpoints rapidly linked together to form a ring. It was like a volcanic eruption, producing an endless torrent of light.

"This is bad! Run!"

Stunned by the scene and astounded by the power Yang An wielded, the Cultivators from the Golden Thread Pavilion snapped back to their senses. They saw that the light blanketing the sky hadn’t excluded them—they were caught inside it too. Their scalps tingled with terror, and they immediately screamed.

’This guy! Is he planning to kill us too?! Damn it!’

The Golden Thread Pavilion Cultivators, who had just caught their breath, began to flee frantically once more.

Fortunately, they were only near the edge of the light’s expanse. A large number of Cultivators managed to escape the range, but a small portion whose Cultivation Levels were too low were swallowed by the light before they could get out.

The countless rays of light formed colossal walls that stretched from the ground to the sky, sealing off this entire section of the world.

Meanwhile, Yang An, standing at the center, looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.

This was the new Dao of Destiny Technique he had created upon ascending to the Insect Dao. It combined the full Power of Rules into a wide-range, indiscriminate attack—perfect for dealing with the massive number of Cultivators from Qiangui Mountain. In short, not a single one of them was going to escape.

The fleeing Qiangui Mountain Insect Dao Cultivators were stopped in their tracks. They watched as the enormous walls of light instantly surrounded them, leaving no path to the heavens and no gate into the earth. As countless rays of light zipped past, they all broke out in a cold sweat.

"We have to fight him!"

They began to summon their Gu Insects and simultaneously unleash the complete Power of Rules they had fused with.

But their power came from their Gu Insects. Under such a terrifying, wide-range attack, the Gu Insects were annihilated by the light the moment they appeared. The nine Insect Dao Realm Cultivators had no way to fight back.

The entire region was like a giant millstone, grinding everything within it to dust in an instant. Even those at the Insect Dao Realm didn’t last long.

Whether they were Cultivators from Qiangui Mountain or Great Virtue Temple, anyone caught within the light could only watch helplessly as countless rays pierced through them, disintegrating their physical bodies.

The light lasted for a dozen or so breaths. By the time it faded, everything in the area had been purged, leaving behind an empty, gray expanse.

What looked like a heavy snow began to fall from the sky, but the air was filled with an aura of withered desolation. The falling flakes were not snow, but the ashes of the Cultivators who had just perished.

"So many! So many! So many!"

The Bow Lady shouted excitedly as she frantically devoured the countless stray souls. Even the Moon Talisman hanging around Yang An’s neck was trembling violently.

Yang An, meanwhile, wore a faint smile, like someone feeding catnip to their greedy little kitten. He waited quietly for the Bow Lady to finish her feast.

After waiting for quite some time, Yang An finally left that dead land, now devoid of all life and matter.

"Oh, still alive, are we?"

"..."

Yang An looked at the Internal Affairs Elders of the Golden Thread Pavilion with a surprised, smiling expression, as if he were just a passerby making a casual joke.

The Cultivators from the Golden Thread Pavilion were all dumbstruck. At that moment, many of them still hadn’t recovered from the sight of that dead land where all life had been extinguished.

Faced with Yang An’s taunt, they all remained silent, also drenched in a cold sweat.

Yang An gave them a casual glance before flying off toward the Floating Island, leaving them with only the sight of his slowly departing back.

"I’ll have to trouble you all to report back for me. I am, after all, still a convict, so I should probably head back and continue my punishment."

"Oh, right. I lost control for a moment back there and ended up getting a number of fellow sect members killed. My crime should be compounded. I’ll willingly accept the penalty. There was one day left on my sentence, so let’s just add another thirty."

"Also, don’t bother me."

The Cultivators: "..."

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