My Informative Cultivation Life

"Everyone has been bound by restrictions, indeed, there's no need for that; in some sense, the Demon Consort's methods of handling things is quite similar to mine," Yang Ji thought to himself.

"You've become a Demon Lord and are now an elder of our sect, entitled to enter the central treasury once to select any treasure you desire, even Immortal Artifacts," the Demon Consort said, looking at Yang Ji.

"I can choose any treasure from the treasury?" Yang Ji looked at the Demon Consort, and then his expression changed as he pondered to himself, "Could the opportunity I deduced this time be in the treasure vault of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

"Yes! But now, I intend to test your strength first. Follow me!" As soon as the Demon Consort finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the throne.

"Test my strength?" Yang Ji looked in the direction the Demon Consort had left and followed as well.

The two moved very quickly and soon arrived near the Demon Abyss.

The Demon Consort looked coldly at the massive Demon Abyss Star and fiercely launched a palm strike at it.

The enormous palm imprint hit the Demon Abyss Star, causing the entire giant star to tremble. Demons hidden within were killed or injured in droves, screaming miserably.

"Who goes there?" A thunderous shout came from the Demon Abyss, and a figure flashed as a proud-looking young man flew out from within.

This person was dressed in a black robe, looked stern, and emitted a powerful aura. He was, in fact, a Demon Lord.

"This is Mo Tian, a disciple of Demon Lord Huntuo. He became a Demon Lord three thousand years ago. Go and vanquish him, let me see your strength," the Demon Consort said to Yang Ji, glancing sideways.

"Vanquish me? Demon Consort, you're really confident!" Mo Tian raised his eyebrows, surging with killing intent.

Seeing Yang Ji step forward in response, Mo Tian's eyes grew even more fierce. Suddenly, black and white streaks shot out from his eyes, like arcs of lightning, instantly connecting to Yang Ji.

Then, following the black and white streaks, Mo Tian abruptly appeared right in front of Yang Ji. As Yang Ji looked on in surprise, Mo Tian struck with his palm, aiming straight for his face.

"This technique is so fast!" Yang Ji was truly astonished. The gaze was cast, and the person had already arrived, even faster than instantaneous movement. Mo Tian, worthy of being a Demon Lord, was very strong.

Mo Tian raised his palm high, and a spinning vortex appeared in it, resembling hell itself, filled with the wails of ghosts and hideous ghost faces. The chaotic screams of ghosts penetrated everywhere, shaking the mind.

He struck fiercely with his palm, and a burst of bloody light emerged, akin to the tongue of a Demon God, its greedy aura wanting to suck in Yang Ji's head into the hell within his palm.

In an instant, Mo Tian had used two Immortal Techniques, truly formidable.

"Nine Nether Claw!"

Yang Ji frowned, the skies trembled, and he instantly used a demon skill to engage in combat.

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Boom!

The Demonic Palm and the Nine Nether Claw collided.

Yang Ji was sent flying backward a hundred yards, his body violently shaking.

"I used Reaper Wrath, a technique of unparalleled speed, yet he was able to react to it and counterattack," Mo Tian's pupils contracted, secretly shocked. "Moreover, even when I exerted my full strength with the Blood Prison Palm and he defended using a Great Divine Power, he was only lightly wounded? Could his physique really be so resilient that he can resist Immortal Techniques?"

Yang Ji's body shook; had his physique not been so strong, that one strike would have shattered him completely.

Before he could catch his breath, Mo Tian cast his gaze over once more, the black and white in his eyes forming the Reaper's gaze and once again landing on Yang Ji.

Mo Tian executed the divine transportation technique, Reaper Wrath, again.

Seeing this, Yang Ji knew that Mo Tian would instantly move to attack him again.

Indeed, the Heavenly Demon came killing once again, hitting his body, but it was just an afterimage; Yang Ji had dodged using the Earth Start Shifting Technique.

At that moment, he was already slashing his sword from the side, "Ferocious Nether Slash!"

Two beams of sharp Sword Qi burst from his eyes, merging body and sword into one, with Divine Sense sweeping like wind over willows, locking onto Mo Tian. The Ferocious Nether Sword Qi shot across the sky like arrows, splitting the heavens and earth.

"Dark Death Seal!"

The Heavenly Demon's expression shifted slightly, but he did not panic. Demonic Qi surged wildly, with his Demonic Palm sweeping like the wind. Using strong yet flexible force, he neutralized Yang Ji's attack with ease.

Under Yang Ji's shocked expression, Mo Tian's Demonic Qi twisted the direction of the Sword Qi, astonishingly turning it back toward him.

Yang Ji tried to control the consciousness embedded within the Sword Qi, wanting to redirect it once again to attack.

"Useless, your technique is merely a Great Divine Power; you cannot stand against me," Mo Tian sneered, though his heart was not quite at peace.

This person used Great Divine Power, and relying on his strong body, he could compete with me for several rounds, which is truly rare!

Yang Ji's eyebrows furrowed slightly. It was not suitable for him to manifest other Immortal Techniques, fearing the revelation of his identity, yet the Divine Abilities of the Heavenly Demons he knew were all Great Divine Powers, which obviously could not shake Mo Tian.

Under his mental control, although the Ferocious Nether Sword Qi trembled, it could not break free from the magic's shackles.

Every strand of Mo Tian's Demonic Qi carried the power of his Demon Soul, commandable like an arm and as heavy as ten thousand catties, as if every strand of the Demonic Qi was a mountain, weighing down Yang Ji's Sword Qi, rendering it immovable.

"I have to say, you're quite arrogant, to only use Great Divine Powers against me," Mo Tian sneered.

"Heaven-Supporting Demon Hand!" Yang Ji's eyes turned cold, and he struck back with a reverse slap, pushing Mo Tian back.

"Kid, let me show you what invincible means!" the Heavenly Demon sneered with murderous intent enveloping him.

"Is that the Wishful Demon Pearl?" Yang Ji looked at Mo Tian's chest where a pearl the size of a baby's fist, smooth as jade and shining like Medicine Pills, and exhaled sharply.

The Demon Pearl in front of Mo Tian undulated, emitting an indescribable tremble. It didn't shine with a radiance of ten thousand li, but it gave off an extreme sense of danger.

It was like an ordinary person facing a nuclear bomb when confronted with the Demon Pearl.

This Demon Pearl was cultivated by Mo Tian to be extraordinary, having fused it with all the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Skills he learned throughout his life.

The killing moves executed with the Demon Pearl were similar to those from the Magic Tree in the hands of the Demon Consort, each move containing terrifying power, with the might of the Divine Skills increased manifold.

This was a qualitative leap, not just a simple addition, but one plus one equaling four.

"Let me show you the divine might of my true self."

Mo Tian gave a strange smile as the Demon Pearl on his chest whirled like a pill, emanating an enigmatic aura.

"This isn't good..." Yang Ji's eyes sharpened, and his expression turned solemn. For a moment, he was in a dilemma as he could not use many Immortal Techniques and Magical Treasures with the Demon Consort present.

The Demon Pearl on Mo Tian's chest was a great treasure, which he dared not underestimate.

"Tsk tsk... useless."

Seeing Yang Ji get serious, Mo Tian scoffed, his expression suddenly turning cold. In the flash when the Demon Pearl shone, a huge Dark Death Seal suddenly appeared in front of Yang Ji with an imposing godly might, smacking him directly and locking him down, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Heaven-Supporting Demon Hand!"

Yang Ji roared lowly, his palm striking out as the Demonic Qi within him ran wild, flashing light bursts, and a hundred-zhang tall Heaven-Supporting Colt hand abruptly appeared, colliding with the Dark Death Seal.

Boom!

The sound thundered, and in the airspace where they met, it set off a series of dusky ripples, with the aftermath of the explosion raging in all directions.

The Dark Death Seal was heavy as a myriad of catties, with magic spilling over, fast as light and electricity. After shattering the Heaven-Supporting Demon Hand, it directly struck Yang Ji's extended right palm.

Yang Ji frowned. With his strength, he could have used the Wings of Time-Space to dodge, but since he couldn't use it in the Demon Consort's presence, he had no choice but to execute the Earth Start Shifting Technique. However, the Dark Death Seal was too fast, and it struck his right palm before his Technique was fully deployed.

Pop!

There was no earth-shattering noise; instead, it seemed as if all of heaven and earth went silent in that moment. The powerful and terrifying force struck, and under the fierce windstorm, Yang Ji's face began to twist.

In just an instant, his internal organs were devastated, as Demonic Qi rampaged wildly within them.

In the blink of an eye, his body was riddled with holes, as if hit by buckshot, with black smoke billowing.

"What? You actually blocked the Dark Death Seal that I executed with the Demon Pearl? Your body is comparable to an Immortal Artifact?" Mo Tian looked at this scene in astonishment.

"Pfft!"

Yang Ji spat out several mouthfuls of black blood, his figure staggering, looking every bit the weary old man at the brink of his twilight years.

"Damn it, taking that hit head-on even breached my body, which is comparable to an Immortal Artifact, the power of the Demon Pearl is really fierce. Minor Immortal Techniques, when cast, can compare with the might of Great Immortal Techniques," Yang Ji realized he had underestimated the situation. It was only thanks to his strong physical body that he survived. If it had been an average Red Dust Immortal, perhaps they would've already been finished?

"You don't have any other powerful techniques?" Seeing Yang Ji's dismal state, the Demon Consort frowned.

"I don't, and I request the Demon Consort bestow upon me a treasure to contend with him," Yang Ji, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned and said to the Demon Consort.

(Thank you for the reward from Hanti, love you.)