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Chapter 1266
chapter 0531 part 3
"Lord Chairman, you don't need to threaten us with this matter. We understand the priorities. All the bloodline of the seven clans of the Vampire Coven will obey the Council's dispatch!" "Our Blood Ox Clan will send all our adult tribesmen here. In the past ten years, our clan's population has more than quadrupled. We have plenty of capable lads!"
"I have some connections with Old Pete from Heavenly Soldier Valley and can cut in line to procure a batch of magic tool talismans!"
The Dragon Palace Side Hall instantly became a scene of uproar. The clamoring discussions of the high-level staff of the dark clans reached outside the hall, causing the shrimp soldiers and crab generals standing guard at the door to peek inside curiously.
Inside the Dragon Palace Main Hall, Tang Song sat at the head seat. The Underworld Cauldron in his hand rose into the air, transforming into a cauldron-shaped black mist, about an acre in size, suspended high above the Dragon Palace, trembling slightly.
As this black mist trembled, all the myriad Aquatic Race within the Dragon Palace felt a tremendous pulling force from above their heads. Their souls involuntarily floated upwards, wanting to leave their bodies and throw themselves into the black mist.
"Disaster!" The Dragon King looked at the sudden incident involving the Underworld Cauldron, feeling his heart tremble. He wanted to cast a magic technique to protect the Dragon Palace, but under the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, his soul and nascent divinity also seemed to be immobilized.
Just as the Dragon King was secretly lamenting, Queen Mother of the West, seated opposite Tang Song, had a solemn look. She formed hand seals with both hands, and a gold hairpin appeared in her hand. She flicked her finger, and above the Dragon Palace, waves of starlight shone down. The starlight flowed endlessly, surrounding the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, like a Milky Way separating the black mist from the Dragon Palace, looking incredibly miraculous.
If an ordinary Golden Immortal was fortunate enough to obtain an Innate Spiritual Treasure, none of them would spend thousands of years of hard work, slowly polishing and nurturing the spiritual treasure, carefully refining the innate restriction formations within it, wishing they could worship it like an ancestor.
Inside the Underworld Cauldron, Tang Song's Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, including Dijiang, Gonggong, Xuanming, Zhurong, and Zhulong, spared no magic power to set up the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, releasing endless demonic fire, violently breaking the innate restriction formations within the Underworld Cauldron, primarily using the method of forcing its way through.
And you know what, this Underworld Cauldron actually responded to this approach. Layer after layer of innate restriction formations were violently broken, and the primordial spirit imprints left by Taishan Fujun within the innate restriction formations were pulled out little by little.
Innate restriction formations layer by layer, all left behind Boss Tang's marks. The interior of this cauldron also gradually took on his shape... Inside the God Prison within the Underworld Cauldron, which was as vast as a Small World, twelve Demon God Ancestral Magi stood in their respective positions. Endless demonic fire spewed out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, burning the entire space.
The vast, boundless Netherworld Sea had been burned dry by the demonic fire, but ripples appeared layer after layer in the Void Space, like the marks of air being burned under high temperature. Those were the internal innate restriction formations of the Underworld Cauldron beginning to manifest.
Innate restriction formations replaced the Netherworld Sea, manifesting as a solidified Black Blood Sea. The Blood Sea surged, and rolling blood waves rose tens of thousands of meters into the sky, enveloping the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars layer by layer.
For a time, the surging Black Blood Sea filled the entire God Prison space, making the entire space pitch black. Only the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array stood high in the high altitude, motionless. The Twelve Ancestral Witches continuously changed their forms, and the twelve All-Heaven Nether King Banners above their heads also rotated rapidly, like reefs in the center of the coast, spewing out endless demonic fire, burning the blood sea below.
In the midst of the blood waves and black mist constantly hitting the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, there were countless ferocious Yaksha and Evil Ghost, all hundreds of feet tall, holding weapons such as blades, forks, hooks, and thorns, swarming forward, advancing relentlessly, rushing towards the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. In the blink of an eye, they were burned into wisps of ash by the demonic fire released by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. But the Yaksha and Evil Ghost evolved from the innate restriction formations seemed endless, growing more and more numerous, finally densely packed, squeezing forward with the black mist and blood waves.
However, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, known as the fiercest in the Jambudvīpa World, was naturally not that simple. With just one change in formation by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the demonic fire spewing out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array transformed into streams of primordial fiendish qi. The Evil Ghost and Yaksha evolved from the innate restriction formations, upon contact with the primordial fiendish qi, were immediately dissolved, turning into part of the killing intent. In the end, the primordial fiendish qi surrounding the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array became more and more abundant, almost forming twelve chaos dragons stretching for ten thousand miles, wantonly devouring everything in this space.
Not only were those Evil Ghost and Yaksha refined by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, but even the blood sea and black mist were also assimilated by the primordial chaos fiendish qi.
It was like a piece of white paper stained with ink. As more ink was poured, the ink marks increased. In the end, the white paper was also dyed into an ink paper! Soon, with the strange laughter of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the howling of the myriad ghosts and Yaksha also grew louder and louder. In the end, the entire Underworld Cauldron space was like a world-shattering event, with thunderclaps all around, earth, fire, water, and wind howling, the noisy sound like a boiling pot of porridge being cooked over a fierce fire, *Hua La! Hua La!* as if a heavenly catastrophe had descended.
As twelve streams of black energy wrapped around the All-Heaven Nether King Banners rushed out from the Underworld Cauldron and fell behind Tang Song, disappearing into his Three Flowers, the cauldron-shaped black mist rotated and slowly descended. In the end, the black mist no longer looked like a cauldron, but like a human form, revealing faint points of magnificent orange light within.
When the black mist landed in front of Tang Song, this humanoid black mist gradually transformed into the appearance of a black-robed Daoist. This Daoist's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Tang Song's. He nodded towards him and transformed into a black light, falling into the Three Flowers above his head.
Refining an Innate Divine Artifact did not increase Tang Song's magic power by much, not even as much as the last time he refined that Main God Component, refined part of the Supreme God's essence soul, and gained several cosmic epochs of magic power cultivation base.
However, after refining the Underworld Cauldron, the reincarnation and rules of life and death of This World slowly integrated into Tang Song's understanding, especially the Soul Dao.
The innate objects from the two worlds, the Underworld Cauldron and the Soul Stone, allowed his understanding of the rules of the Soul Great Dao to leap to a state of complete understanding, completely comparable to some Ancient Golden Immortals from the Netherworld who specialized in this Dao.
In Tang Song's eyes, black and white spiritual light subtly rotated, and a hazy aura that dared not be looked at directly gradually spread from inside his body, lofty and profound, ancient and majestic! Feeling the aura on Tang Song's body, Queen Mother of the West's gaze slightly narrowed. However, thinking that the two were now allies, her complexion quickly returned to normal.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, your Dao cultivation has greatly advanced!" Queen Mother of the West withdrew the starlight formed by the gold hairpin and nodded towards Tang Song to congratulate him.
"Lord Chairman, you don't need to threaten us with this matter. We understand the priorities. All the bloodline of the seven clans of the Vampire Coven will obey the Council's dispatch!" "Our Blood Ox Clan will send all our adult tribesmen here. In the past ten years, our clan's population has more than quadrupled. We have plenty of capable lads!"
"I have some connections with Old Pete from Heavenly Soldier Valley and can cut in line to procure a batch of magic tool talismans!"
The Dragon Palace Side Hall instantly became a scene of uproar. The clamoring discussions of the high-level staff of the dark clans reached outside the hall, causing the shrimp soldiers and crab generals standing guard at the door to peek inside curiously.
Inside the Dragon Palace Main Hall, Tang Song sat at the head seat. The Underworld Cauldron in his hand rose into the air, transforming into a cauldron-shaped black mist, about an acre in size, suspended high above the Dragon Palace, trembling slightly.
As this black mist trembled, all the myriad Aquatic Race within the Dragon Palace felt a tremendous pulling force from above their heads. Their souls involuntarily floated upwards, wanting to leave their bodies and throw themselves into the black mist.
"Disaster!" The Dragon King looked at the sudden incident involving the Underworld Cauldron, feeling his heart tremble. He wanted to cast a magic technique to protect the Dragon Palace, but under the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, his soul and nascent divinity also seemed to be immobilized.
Just as the Dragon King was secretly lamenting, Queen Mother of the West, seated opposite Tang Song, had a solemn look. She formed hand seals with both hands, and a gold hairpin appeared in her hand. She flicked her finger, and above the Dragon Palace, waves of starlight shone down. The starlight flowed endlessly, surrounding the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, like a Milky Way separating the black mist from the Dragon Palace, looking incredibly miraculous.
If an ordinary Golden Immortal was fortunate enough to obtain an Innate Spiritual Treasure, none of them would spend thousands of years of hard work, slowly polishing and nurturing the spiritual treasure, carefully refining the innate restriction formations within it, wishing they could worship it like an ancestor.
Inside the Underworld Cauldron, Tang Song's Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, including Dijiang, Gonggong, Xuanming, Zhurong, and Zhulong, spared no magic power to set up the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, releasing endless demonic fire, violently breaking the innate restriction formations within the Underworld Cauldron, primarily using the method of forcing its way through.
And you know what, this Underworld Cauldron actually responded to this approach. Layer after layer of innate restriction formations were violently broken, and the primordial spirit imprints left by Taishan Fujun within the innate restriction formations were pulled out little by little.
Innate restriction formations layer by layer, all left behind Boss Tang's marks. The interior of this cauldron also gradually took on his shape... Inside the God Prison within the Underworld Cauldron, which was as vast as a Small World, twelve Demon God Ancestral Magi stood in their respective positions. Endless demonic fire spewed out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, burning the entire space.
The vast, boundless Netherworld Sea had been burned dry by the demonic fire, but ripples appeared layer after layer in the Void Space, like the marks of air being burned under high temperature. Those were the internal innate restriction formations of the Underworld Cauldron beginning to manifest.
Innate restriction formations replaced the Netherworld Sea, manifesting as a solidified Black Blood Sea. The Blood Sea surged, and rolling blood waves rose tens of thousands of meters into the sky, enveloping the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars layer by layer.
For a time, the surging Black Blood Sea filled the entire God Prison space, making the entire space pitch black. Only the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array stood high in the high altitude, motionless. The Twelve Ancestral Witches continuously changed their forms, and the twelve All-Heaven Nether King Banners above their heads also rotated rapidly, like reefs in the center of the coast, spewing out endless demonic fire, burning the blood sea below.
In the midst of the blood waves and black mist constantly hitting the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, there were countless ferocious Yaksha and Evil Ghost, all hundreds of feet tall, holding weapons such as blades, forks, hooks, and thorns, swarming forward, advancing relentlessly, rushing towards the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. In the blink of an eye, they were burned into wisps of ash by the demonic fire released by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. But the Yaksha and Evil Ghost evolved from the innate restriction formations seemed endless, growing more and more numerous, finally densely packed, squeezing forward with the black mist and blood waves.
However, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, known as the fiercest in the Jambudvīpa World, was naturally not that simple. With just one change in formation by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the demonic fire spewing out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array transformed into streams of primordial fiendish qi. The Evil Ghost and Yaksha evolved from the innate restriction formations, upon contact with the primordial fiendish qi, were immediately dissolved, turning into part of the killing intent. In the end, the primordial fiendish qi surrounding the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array became more and more abundant, almost forming twelve chaos dragons stretching for ten thousand miles, wantonly devouring everything in this space.
Not only were those Evil Ghost and Yaksha refined by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, but even the blood sea and black mist were also assimilated by the primordial chaos fiendish qi.
It was like a piece of white paper stained with ink. As more ink was poured, the ink marks increased. In the end, the white paper was also dyed into an ink paper! Soon, with the strange laughter of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the howling of the myriad ghosts and Yaksha also grew louder and louder. In the end, the entire Underworld Cauldron space was like a world-shattering event, with thunderclaps all around, earth, fire, water, and wind howling, the noisy sound like a boiling pot of porridge being cooked over a fierce fire, *Hua La! Hua La!* as if a heavenly catastrophe had descended.
As twelve streams of black energy wrapped around the All-Heaven Nether King Banners rushed out from the Underworld Cauldron and fell behind Tang Song, disappearing into his Three Flowers, the cauldron-shaped black mist rotated and slowly descended. In the end, the black mist no longer looked like a cauldron, but like a human form, revealing faint points of magnificent orange light within.
When the black mist landed in front of Tang Song, this humanoid black mist gradually transformed into the appearance of a black-robed Daoist. This Daoist's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Tang Song's. He nodded towards him and transformed into a black light, falling into the Three Flowers above his head.
Refining an Innate Divine Artifact did not increase Tang Song's magic power by much, not even as much as the last time he refined that Main God Component, refined part of the Supreme God's essence soul, and gained several cosmic epochs of magic power cultivation base.
However, after refining the Underworld Cauldron, the reincarnation and rules of life and death of This World slowly integrated into Tang Song's understanding, especially the Soul Dao.
The innate objects from the two worlds, the Underworld Cauldron and the Soul Stone, allowed his understanding of the rules of the Soul Great Dao to leap to a state of complete understanding, completely comparable to some Ancient Golden Immortals from the Netherworld who specialized in this Dao.
In Tang Song's eyes, black and white spiritual light subtly rotated, and a hazy aura that dared not be looked at directly gradually spread from inside his body, lofty and profound, ancient and majestic! Feeling the aura on Tang Song's body, Queen Mother of the West's gaze slightly narrowed. However, thinking that the two were now allies, her complexion quickly returned to normal.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, your Dao cultivation has greatly advanced!" Queen Mother of the West withdrew the starlight formed by the gold hairpin and nodded towards Tang Song to congratulate him.
