His retainers lunged at the old man, their eyes blazing with fury. But with a mere pulse of his aura, he froze them in place—the very air around them solidifying into an invisible cage.
Yet, they refused to submit. Summoning their spiritual bodies, they managed to force back the oppressive energy, a feat that made the old man raise an eyebrow in mild surprise. Still, the gap between them was insurmountable.
This time, he struck in earnest. His aura crashed down upon them like a mountain, their bodies convulsing as muffled groans of agony escaped their lips. The ground beneath them cracked as they crumpled, heavily wounded and utterly suppressed.
His gaze, now laced with intrigue, shifted toward Lin Qing. He was curious—these spiritual bodies, their origin. He intended to find out. In an instant, he appeared before her, his withered finger pressing lightly against her glabella.
Without hesitation, he delved into her soul, his powerful spiritual sense surging forth like a relentless tide, scouring for secrets. But resistance met him immediately—unyielding, defiant. Lin Qing was no ordinary woman; she was once a formidable Soul Formation cultivator.
Annoyed by the obstruction, the old devil intensified his attack. The force of his soul invasion sent unbearable pain rippling through Lin Qing's consciousness. Her already weakened body, still recovering from childbirth, shuddered violently under the torment.
Wu Tian's family screamed in protest, hurling curses at the old devil, but their voices were feeble, their bodies too broken to intervene.
Wu Tian himself lay among them, his vision swimming with pain. He turned his head with difficulty, his heart pounding as he saw his father beside him—beaten, barely breathing. His siblings, including Qier, lay sprawled across the floor, their bodies riddled with injuries. And above them, his mother trembled under an agony so cruel it seared into his soul.
Something inside him shattered.
A roar erupted from his throat, raw and primal, carrying the weight of boundless fury.
The heavens responded.
Dark clouds surged across the sky, swallowing the light. Streaks of raw lightning coiled and crackled in their depths. The sky itself seemed to bear down upon the mansion, as if wrathful beyond reason.
Wu Tian's eyes gleamed with an ethereal glow—like lightning incarnate. Within their depths, laws twisted and worlds flickered, incomprehensible yet absolute. Slowly, he rose into the air, his very presence exuding a pressure so immense that the fabric of reality seemed to tremble.
The old man's arrogant smirk vanished. He felt it first in his limbs—a violent tremor he could not suppress. His body quaked, though he had no control over it. When his gaze met Wu Tian's, a deep and primal terror gripped him.
It was like an ant daring to stare into the face of the cosmos itself.
The cultivators who had borne witness to the battle now looked upon Wu Tian in stunned silence. Suspended in the storm-ridden sky, framed by the dance of celestial fury, he no longer seemed mortal.
The weight of his presence was suffocating. It was the will of the heavens made manifest.
They realized, too late, that the Myriad Face Old Devil had made the gravest mistake of his existence.
Yet, amid this towering wrath, one emotion remained unshaken—affection.
Wu Tian tore his gaze from the trembling old devil and turned toward his mother. As he willed it, Lin Qing's frail form was gently lowered to the ground. A soft glow enveloped her, pulsing with a life-restoring warmth. Her skin lost its pallor, her wounds mended, and the exhaustion that had ravaged her vanished.
By the time her feet touched the earth, she stood in radiant health—restored, renewed, whole.
As he lowered her he had also dissolved her injured nascent soul. Integrating it into her body. Her aura had risen until he confined it at the ninth qi gathering stage. He then gestured and Wu Zemin and his siblings were also awakened, their injuries quickly healed and their auras stabilized at the ninth qi gathering stage.
With his source of affection now taken care of he focused on the source of rage. Myriad face old devil felt Wu Tian's affection focus on him and his body trembled more intensely. However he was a ruthless character who had survived many critical situations. He forcefully moved himself to attack.
The red cloud around him zoomed towards Wu Tian, oozing with an evil and ominous intent. Wu Tian looked at it nonchalantly, not even deigning to move, the cloud started dissolving as it approached him, slowly losing its evil nature. The energy around Wu Tian seemed to be its bane, finally it stopped before him, all it's chaotic and evil nature subdued and purified.
Several tortured faces appeared after the cloud dissolved, they basked in the pure righteous energy around Wu Tian. in due time their tortured faces turned relieved, regaining a peaceful Mien.
They turned into normal souls, some of cultivators and some of mortals. They bowed gratefully towards Wu Tian and then started dissolving, moving their nature towards the underworld.
In Wu Tian's eyes he could clearly see a six sided door radiating esoteric profound laws appear. it seemed to hold an instinctive and powerful attraction to the souls who immediately then entered the door, going on to the next step of their journey after which the door disappeared.
Wu Tian focused again on the old man who was looking at him hatefully. Wu Tian decided to teach him a lesson, he focused on the sky and suddenly three gigantic mirrors appeared.
On the first mirror a cultivator was gleefully massacring a clan, each attack sent several people dead. He didn't let go of them even in death, instead extracting their souls. If one looked closely they could see that he looked similar to MyriadFace old devil, the old devil blanched, this was one of his clones. One at the golden core realm.
Suddenly in the scene, out of the skies a huge palm appeared, radiating a powerful might, the palm was massive and seemed as if it could hold all things in existence.