CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 114: SAINT-LEVEL PUPPET (PART 2)

"Demon Night, none of you will escape today!" Li Qingming stared at Demon Night and his puppets, his expression icy.

"That line should be mine to say to you!" Demon Night’s eyes shimmered, and with a gentle upward flick of his large hand towards the sky.

The Saint Puppets below instantly opened their eyes, and two streams of cold Corpse Qi shot out from their pupils, rushing madly towards Li Qingming’s face.

"Hmph, insignificant trick!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, and his Primordial Spirit instantly returned to his body.

Overwhelming Blood Qi, accompanied by the flickering green light of the Qiankun Tripod, surged upwards. Inside the Qiankun Tripod, a massive beam of light roiled, shattering the Cangqiong.

"Saint? Has the lord achieved the realm of the Saint?" Bystanders who were watching from a distance were utterly baffled, as they felt traces of a Saint’s pressure emanating from Li Qingming’s body.

Although the aura emitted by the Saint Puppet filled the area, the Quasi-Saints still sensed a certain aura overflowing from Li Qingming.

"Ding!"

The dark green Corpse Qi directly hit the Qiankun Tripod, emitting a crisp ringing sound. The terrifying sonic waves trembled at frequencies invisible to the naked eye, causing the Cangqiong to crackle and split.

"Feel the wrath of my strike!" Li Qingming withstood the bombardment of the Saint Puppet, softly rubbed his right hand on his left, and the archaically styled Demon Refining Pot appeared out of thin air.

"Duot!"

With a light scold, he spat out a gleaming rune, strikingly dazzling, onto the Demon Refining Pot.

The Demon Refining Pot instantly rose into the air, shimmery and glistening, rapidly grew from the size of a palm, standing tall beneath the Heavenly Vault within a blink, a hundred zhang high, silver and bright, with natural Tao charm.

"Weng long long..."

The Demon Refining Pot shook vigorously in midair, emitting a tsunami-like sound from within, very loud, causing a buzzing in people’s ears.

The Demon Refining Pot gleamed, though it was made of brass, it emanated a luster like that of Five-Colored Glaze, with the blazing Leaving Fire Flame within clearly visible.

"Kangdang!"

Li Qingming pointed a finger towards the Cangqiong, and lid of the Demon Refining Pot, effusing with multicolored light, slid open in an instant.

In a flash, red flames shot up into the sky, the terrifying high temperature roasting the Cangqiong, the disintegrating material in the heavens turned into steam before hitting the ground, evaporated away.

Then, a blazing stream of Southern Ming Li Fire fell from the spout, like a milky way descending to the Mortal World, pouring down, the mighty energy sweeping toward Demon Night.

"Rise!" Demon Night’s eyes were cold, and with a single finger pointed at the Saint Puppet, the Saint Puppet, about a zhang tall, rose up in the air, towering in front of him, its presence overwhelming All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

This was a Saint from days of old, once towering above all living beings. Although now merely a dead corpse, a puppet, he must have been a commanding figure with overwhelming influence throughout the Universe Chaos Cosmos.

"Corpse Qi Seal!" Demon Night’s fingertips flashed with You light, and as his lips parted slightly, a sound akin to the Yellow Bell resonated through the Cangqiong.

"Weng!"

The Saint Puppet’s momentum surged, and its dark green Taoist robe fluttered noisily.

He stepped forward into the Void, and the Corpse Qi rising from his body turned into a gigantic Mountain and River Seal, bursting with dazzling light, the rivers and mountains vast and vigorous, the fierce flames reaching up to the sky, pressing toward the Demon Refining Pot in the air.

"Qiang!"

The Corpse Qi Seal, mountainous, arrested the Divine Fire of Leaving Fire in the skies, and slammed straight into the Demon Refining Pot, emitting a sound like the Tao Heavenly Sound, distant and terrifying.

Nearby, Quasi-Saints of slightly lower cultivation who heard this sound, were all painfully clutching their heads and howling.

That terrifying sound was as if resounding right next to their ears, striking hard on their hearts, causing them to rumble and suffer unbearable headaches.

But unfortunately, the attack from the Saint Puppet wasn’t conspicuous.

If Li Qingming was still the Li Qingming of before, a single strike like this might have hit him half to death. But the current him was different from before, as he had completely refined the Spirit of All Worlds. His Primordial Spirit had returned to his body, and his Cultivation had even ascended to the Peak of the Saint Early Stage.

Just one hit, it couldn’t cause any substantial damage to Li Qingming.

"Boom!"

The Demon Refining Pot was slightly shaken by the impact of the Corpse Qi Seal, followed by an even stronger counterattack.

Torrential flames cascaded like waterfalls, with an even fiercer ash-colored Leaving Fire Divine Flame falling from the Demon Refining Pot, sweeping towards the Saint Puppet.

The gray-brown radiance spread across the Heavenly Vault, dyeing the azure sky gray.

"Ah!"

The Saint Puppet let out a loud shout, not retreating but advancing, plunging into the sea of fire alone. The dark green Corpse Qi enveloped its palms, swirling like a millstone, repeatedly smacking the crest of the fiery waves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Series of piercing sounds echoed between Heaven and Earth, the Saint Puppet mechanically swung its palms like the turning fingers of a Buddha, its body brilliance dazzling, repelling the Leaving Fire.

The exterior was overflowing with firelight, golden light soared to the sky, that terrifying power made all the onlookers tremble with fear.

A few breaths later, as the Leaving Fire dissipated and the Saint Puppet in the midst of the flames was revealed, the crowd of Quasi-Saints in the distant sky all jumped in shock.

It seemed that the Saint Puppet’s eyes had gained a hint of expression.

Then, it began to scream madly, and the overwhelming Corpse Qi within it started to retract bit by bit, the Divine Light in its eyes growing increasingly clear.

"Roar, damn it, you all deserve to die... Kill! Kill! Kill!"

...

"Shit, corpse transformation? Resurrection?"

"That can’t be right, wasn’t it refined into a puppet?"

"Senior Yin said it was a Saint’s corpse that was refined; could it be that this corpse has developed spiritual intelligence?"

This was simply too horrifying! If the Divine Soul had perished and the Primordial Spirit was no more, then even if you were formidable, it still meant complete annihilation.

But what’s this all about?

Just called out a corpse puppet for a fight, and now this corpse starts talking nonsense and even learning to retract its Corpse Qi inside?

What kind of joke is this?

However, what the group of Quasi-Saints didn’t notice was.

On the other side, Demon Night, who was inside the shield, straining to control the Saint Puppet, had a very ugly look on his face, and could even be described as pale as paper.

He stared blankly at his own hands, muttering, "Lost control, lost control..."

In a moment, he roared with clenched teeth, "Damn Xuan Kong, how dare you betray me! If I survive this catastrophe, I will extract your Divine Soul and burn it for countless years! Only then will my heart’s resentment be appeased!"

Hearing this, the Buddha behind Demon Night exchanged a glance with Po Suo, both seeing a trace of confusion in each other’s eyes...

Compared to them, Li Qingming on the battlefield felt a deeper sense of this situation.

When he first saw this Saint Puppet, honestly, he was quite shocked. But after these two exchanges, apart from the first hit which was a bit clumsy, the rest, especially the motion of hitting the fire waves, resembled a living, breathing person!

Yes, a living person!

Therefore, Li Qingming intentionally put away the Demon Refining Pot and stopped attacking, just quietly watching the Saint Puppet in front of him regaining its consciousness.

The Saint Puppet seemed to have realized something as well. Seeing that Li Qingming was no longer attacking, it simply sat cross-legged in the Void, closed its eyes, and began to recover its strength with full effort. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)