Chapter 123 : The True Face of the Heavenly Dao

Another deafening boom echoed as heavenly thunder pierced the sky, illuminating the dark red heavens as if it were daytime. A dark purple arc of lightning emerged from the clouds, swift and unstoppable, striking toward Yin Buqi.

Yin Buqi’s furious and gloomy expression revealed impatience and ferocity. His sleeve, stained dark red with blood, slashed through the air with a sharp arc!

Red and purple clashed.

In the next second, the dark purple lightning began to burn from its tail, slowly disintegrating above Yin Buqi’s head.

“Overestimating yourself!”

A deafening voice resounded from the heavens.

The sky split open, and a pair of hollow, eyeless eyes appeared above.

“Resisting stubbornly is utterly laughable!”

As the voice echoed, the world seemed to change. Thunder and lightning raged, and the wind whipped up sand and stones.

Bolt after bolt of lightning crashed down.

Yin Buqi’s ink-black hair was tossed by the wind, his face pale, the blood-red mark between his eyebrows burning hotter. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his sleeves billowed, and nine fox tails spread out beneath his robe.

Cracks snaked across the ground from where he stood, and countless flames erupted from the earth like sparks.

The fire spread, burning through the dark purple thunderclouds still gathering above.

Countless bolts of lightning fell, but more often, the lightning was incinerated before it could even emerge from the clouds.

This scene was a breathtaking spectacle.

Truly, a burning sky!

Yin Buqi didn’t linger. Riding the wind, he soared upward, ascending thousands of miles!

Following the lightning, he charged straight into the ninth heaven!

Each of his fox tails glowed with a dark red light, every flick bursting with explosive force, scattering sparks. The crimson iron sword in his hand slashed forward, piercing through the crack in the sky!

And then, he saw the true face of the so-called Heavenly Dao.

This being—no, it could no longer be called a person.

Though clearly a ghost, it possessed vast and powerful divine energy, yet its body remained in the form of a ghost.

Its body looked as if it had been submerged in water for tens of thousands of years, never decaying.

The skin was stretched transparent and swollen, with black-green pus beneath.

Its facial features were blurred, and most horrifyingly, it had no eyes.

Who could have imagined that the Heavenly Dao, which governed the entire human realm, was such a disgusting and terrifying creature!

Seeing Yin Buqi, the Heavenly Dao let out a sinister laugh: “Yin Buqi, you have quite the audacity! A mere mortal, daring to pry into the secrets of the heavens!”

Its voice emanated from its chest, sounding hollow and eerie amidst the clouds.

“Hah, the secrets of the heavens,” Yin Buqi sneered coldly, his eyes filled with loathing. “You’re nothing but a fraud, a clown hiding behind a false name!”

The Heavenly Dao seemed struck where it hurt, its icy voice growing darker: “Say that again.”

Yin Buqi’s dark red robe fluttered, the corners of his eyes tinged with crimson as he sneered, “You fear that people will discover your secrets or replace you after ascension, so you drive them to demonhood. You fear the Nine-Tails clan is too powerful for you to control, so you created the Cursed Seed of Nether Misfortune. You observe the mortal world daily, yet you turn a blind eye to suffering and refuse to save them.”

Yin Buqi stared at it for a long time, then suddenly laughed, his voice filled with venom: “From beginning to end, you’re nothing but a selfish, greedy, unwanted wretch!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Dao let out a shrill, terrifying roar, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Bloody tears streamed from its hollow eyes, its face twisting further.

It teleported with an unstoppable speed, its hands covered in black-green veins tightly gripping Yin Buqi’s neck.

The Heavenly Dao’s lips curled into a grotesque smile: “You think you can kill me? Crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant. You brought death to your parents, your siblings, and oh, your beloved wife. You can’t even be a proper mortal. What right do you have to judge me?”

Its grip was immense, as if it wanted to crush Yin Buqi into dust.

The Dao divides beings into three categories: gods, humans, and ghosts.

But in the end, they are all fundamentally human, with emotions and desires.

The Heavenly Dao stared at Yin Buqi: “I will kill you… Are you afraid? Huh? Are you afraid? Beg me, and I might consider sparing you. Kneel, grovel, cry, and beg me!”

Its face pressed close to Yin Buqi’s.

That face was swollen, covered in black-green veins that bulged and writhed beneath the skin, horrifying to behold.

Yin Buqi, choked until his eyes turned blood-red and veins bulged on his face, let out a mad laugh. He gasped for breath, struggling to speak: “You… have… no… right… to be… the Heavenly Dao… Hahaha—hahaha—”

The Heavenly Dao was utterly enraged. It tore off one of Yin Buqi’s fox tails!

Blood splattered.

Yin Buqi’s body convulsed violently. He clenched his teeth, blood spilling from his mouth.

The Heavenly Dao grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up. “I was going to spare you, but you’re so ungrateful, provoking me… Do you have any last words?”

Yin Buqi, gradually losing breath, gasped out in pain: “You… scum…”

“You—”

The Heavenly Dao’s hands bulged with veins.

“No—”

It spoke word by word, its hollow eyes fixed on Yin Buqi.

“Right—”

“To judge me!!!”

Before the bulging veins on its hands could fade, a spurt of crimson blood erupted.

The Heavenly Dao’s sharp black nails dug deep into Yin Buqi’s eyeballs, then yanked them out, tearing the connecting muscles.

Without pause, it gouged out the other eye.

It let out a sinister laugh: “What a pity, these blood-red eyes. Since you’re going to die, I’ll take them! Hahaha—hahaha—”

Blood continued to spurt out. Yin Buqi’s face and robes were drenched in blood, his eyes now hollow, as if he were already dead, a mere wisp of a soul.

The Heavenly Dao threw him down. The thunder and lightning in the heavens gathered once more, forming sharp blades that flayed every inch of his flesh and bone.

Another bolt of heavenly thunder struck, piercing through Yin Buqi’s chest in a blaze of crimson fire.

Blood, like molten lava, scorched his pale skin, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air.

Yet, Yin Buqi’s lips curled into a faint smile. His eyes, now blood-red with madness, reflected a despairing ferocity as he whispered faintly: “I’m going to find my Niannian…”

Falling was swift, but to him, it felt agonizingly slow, like a drowning man who could no longer hear any voice from the mortal world.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, the sound like a raging fire, burning away all reason and consciousness, consuming even himself.

He spoke word by word: “Don’t get too smug. What you’ve stolen, killed, and plundered…”

“I will take it all back.”

On the day Yin Buqi died, the spider lilies in the river of blood slowly transformed from red to snow-white, like fluttering snowflakes falling to the ground.

Thus, they mourned his endless eternity.