The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 188 - 172: The Yellow Dragon Emerges from the Water, an Immortal Manifests

"We lost control of the backlash within the Witch Barrier and nearly died. It's all thanks to Senior Brother bringing us to the Outer Continent that we managed to survive."

Wen Yin said faintly.

Hearing Wen Yin's words, Zhou Quan rubbed his face. It felt as if both his cheeks were swollen.

He did recall having lost his mind earlier.

'It must have been an injury from when the backlash went out of control.'

'Thank goodness for Senior Brother. Otherwise, under those circumstances, I'm afraid I would have died in the Witch Barrier. After all, I'm just a mere Fake Food Realm cultivator.'

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Zhou Quan thanked Yang An with sincere gratitude, his heart filling with even greater admiration and reverence for him.

In his eyes, Senior Brother was nothing short of a legend!

'I wonder when I'll ever be as strong as Senior Brother.'

Interrupted by Zhou Quan, Yang An had no choice but to temporarily set aside the doubts in his heart.

'All in all, this is a tremendous boon for me. Since it's not a bad thing, maybe I don't need to dwell on it so much.'

Now that Wen Yin and Zhou Quan were both awake, it was time to get back on the road and not waste any more time.

Although only one day had passed of the two-month deadline the old man had given them, time was tight and the mission was important. Finishing early would bring peace of mind sooner.

They were in a desolate, uninhabited plain, though a mountain range was visible in the distance at the edge of the horizon.

The sky was a hazy gray, as if veiled by a layer of smog. In these conditions, it was difficult to determine their direction. The first priority was to figure out their current location as quickly as possible.

Unsure what they would encounter on this Outer Continent, Yang An instructed his two fellow disciples to be on guard. He then picked a random direction, intending to cross the plain first.

Although he was unaffected, Wen Yin and Zhou Quan were significantly impacted. After all, this suppression was all-encompassing.

Zhou Quan, being only at the Fake Food Realm, was suppressed to the point where he was barely stronger than an ordinary person. When he cast the Lighting Technique, the resulting flame was pathetically small.

Therefore, even without Yang An's warning, both of them were extremely vigilant after understanding the horrors of the Outer Continent.

Following behind Yang An, the three of them walked toward the edge of the plain.

RUMBLE! A sudden clap of thunder echoed from the heavens. A silver bolt of lightning shot across the sky, gone in a flash, like a silver dragon streaking through the clouds.

Suddenly, a fierce wind kicked up, stirring up clouds of sand and dust.

The sky looked like it was about to rain, so Yang An had no choice but to pull Zhou Quan along again and fly with Wen Yin toward the edge of the plain.

Suppressed by the Power of Rules, Wen Yin's flying speed was greatly reduced, and she couldn't keep up with Yang An at all.

Left with no other option, Yang An had to carry both of them, which left Wen Yin utterly astonished.

She could no longer fathom the depths of her Senior Brother's strength. To have such astounding speed even while being suppressed...

'Just how terrifying has Senior Brother's power become?'

The plain wasn't very large. In just a dozen or so breaths, Yang An had carried them to a hilltop beyond it.

From here, they had a perfect view of the distant scenery.

A few miles away, they could make out the faint, indistinct shapes of what seemed to be buildings—likely a human settlement.

At the same time, Yang An noticed a large group of people not far off, heading in their direction, seemingly intending to enter the plain.

"Senior Brother, look!"

Just then, Zhou Quan suddenly cried out in alarm.

Yang An turned his head, and the scene before him left him stunned.

They had just left the plain, and immediately, a continuous SHUSHHH sound rose from it, filling the air.

The sky had grown incredibly dark, and it had begun to rain.

But this rain...

A foul stench wafted over. The rain was like a torrent of yellow water pouring down. The plain below instantly seemed to flood as if by a rising tide, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a lake, with nauseating things floating everywhere on its surface.

There were severed limbs and torsos, as well as skeletal remains. Countless yellowish-white bubbles rose from the lake's surface.

All three of them furrowed their brows. The putrid stench forced them to seal off their sense of smell.

Fortunately, the rain was only falling on the plain. The three of them were far enough away that they weren't affected.

'What the hell, is it raining shit?'

'This is too bizarre!'

'And bizarre means something is wrong!'

Yang An took one look and prepared to lead the other two away.

But before they could move, they suddenly saw people appearing from all directions, all rushing toward the plain. Every one of them seemed incomparably excited, scrambling to be the first to get there.

These were all just ordinary people. He could sense no aura of a Cultivation Level from any of them; they were all mortals.

'What are these people doing?'

A sliver of curiosity arose in Yang An's heart. He wanted to stop and watch, but on second thought, he decided it wasn't necessary. It would be better to leave as soon as possible.

But just as he was about to leave, a deafening explosion suddenly echoed from the plain, causing Yang An to halt once more.

The sound came from the foul lake on the plain. The yellow water continued to fall from the sky, but a great wave surged up from within the lake.

The countless mortals who had rushed over stood a thousand meters away on the plain. Seeing this, they all fell to their knees and began to shout.

"We pay our respects to the Immortal! We pay our respects to the Immortal!"

Riding the crest of the wave, a figure emerged from the churning water, revealing its full form.

It was a Daoist in yellow robes. That part alone wasn't unusual, but the Daoist's lower half was a long body, like a giant centipede poking its head out of the water! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Countless human arms sprouted densely from the sides of its lower body. Its back was covered from head to tail in black scales, and upon those scales grew human faces, each one twisted in an expression of agony.

Sinister, monstrous, terrifying!

The Daoist twisted its long body, diving into the foul lake and swimming through it with what seemed like cheerful abandon. Finally, it resurfaced, its head covered in filth, long hair matted, and its entire body dripping wet.

Beneath the rain, it looked down upon the countless mortals below.

"Yellow Dragon rises, bringing fair weather. Livestock and tribute, all trades prosper.

The Immortal manifests, for bountiful harvests. Yin children are offered, for endless peace.

You know our faith, you guard our serenity. Immortal above, grant Huang Yao tranquility."

The countless mortals below seemed to be chanting a prayer in unison.

The sound carried from the distance. Seeing this bizarre scene, Yang An raised an eyebrow, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

Though he was far away, Yang An could still sense the aura of the centipede-like Daoist. He couldn't see through it, which meant the being was at least at the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation or higher.

'I can't keep watching. I'm afraid it'll attract trouble. This is clearly nothing good.'

"Let's go!"

He said to Wen Yin and Zhou Quan, preparing to fly away with them and leave this place.

"Bring forth the offerings!"

The mortals who had been kneeling on the ground quickly parted to form a path. A group of people pulled a wooden cart forward, upon which were some whimpering livestock, as well as two women tied to wooden stakes.

The cart was pulled to the lake's edge and stopped. The people who had pulled it all retreated, fell to their knees, and waited for the Yellow Dragon Immortal to enjoy its meal.

The Yellow Dragon Immortal, who had been waiting for the offerings to be delivered, suddenly looked up. Its eyes narrowed as it saw several figures flash across the hilltop beyond the plain in the distance.

"Who dares to spy from there?!"

The voice boomed out, causing the mortals below to bury their heads, trembling with fear.

The voice traveled a great distance, but it did not reach where Yang An and the others were.

Seeing the figures fly away and disappear, the Daoist let out a cold snort. Its massive body plunged back into the lake and vanished, leaving only a turbulent wake on the fetid surface. After that, there was no movement.

The crowd of mortals, still kneeling in terror, lifted their heads. Seeing that the Immortal had suddenly vanished, they all looked at each other in confusion.

Only after flying a great distance, so far that he could no longer see the plain even if he turned back, did Yang An bring the other two down from the sky.

They headed in the direction of the buildings they had seen earlier. By asking the people there, they should be able to confirm their location and heading. The next step was to go to the Treasure Temple Domain.

"Senior Brother, what was that thing? Was it a Demon Fiend?"

Zhou Quan and Wen Yin both looked at Yang An with curiosity. In their minds, aside from their master, Yang An had become an omnipotent figure.

"Who knows what it was. In any case, it has nothing to do with us, so don't ask so many questions."

Yang An replied, though in truth, he was also very curious. Why did those mortals call that Daoist an Immortal?

'As much as I want to learn about this Outer Continent, that clearly wasn't the right time. It would be more reliable to ask around in a relatively safer place.'

As they walked, Yang An suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Quan was bewildered, but Wen Yin, who had been about to ask something, also felt her expression change.

An aura was rapidly approaching them!

'From the sky?'

There was nothing in the sky.

'Could it be... from underground?!'

RUMBLE—

With a tremendous bang, the ground before them began to shake. Countless rocks and clumps of earth flew into the air as a massive figure burst out from beneath the ground, blocking their path.

The Daoist in the yellow robes slithered out from underground, twisting its long body as it fixed its gaze on Yang An's group.

Its cheeks were puffed out like a toad's. Suddenly, it spewed a stream of foul, acrid yellow water from its mouth, shooting toward Yang An and the others like a high-pressure water jet.

The instant the Daoist appeared, Yang An had already pulled Wen Yin and Zhou Quan aside, dodging the attack.

The foul yellow water landed where they had just been standing, instantly corroding everything on the ground as if causing rapid decay.

Seeing its first strike miss so easily, the countless arms on the Daoist's body began to wave frantically as it charged directly at them.

But just then, several streaks of Golden Radiance appeared. They shot through the air, instantly piercing the Daoist's chest and leaving several bloody holes in its body.

However, what sprayed from the holes was not blood, but a foul-smelling pus. The wounds then began to heal at a visible rate.

In that same moment, Yang An suddenly found that he had lost his connection to the Golden Radiance of the Great Brightness Buddha Golden Zen Spell. He saw that the streaks of Golden Radiance piercing the Daoist's chest were coated in the yellowish-white pus, and they instantly dissipated without a trace.

The Great Brightness Buddha Golden Zen Spell was different from Yang An's other Light Magic; it was a Technique that could condense Golden Radiance into a tangible form.

But this was the first time he had ever seen the Golden Radiance be nullified by being contaminated with filth.

'This thing... why does it look so much like a Filthy Daoist?!'