Chapter 128: Has Tang Youyou Gone Mad?

Chapter 128: Has Tang Youyou Gone Mad?

One cannot ignore the disparity between different Heavenly Sovereigns. While the two Heavenly Sovereigns Tang Youyou commanded were at the initial stage—even slightly stronger than the Ancestor of Thunder—they paled in comparison to Zhi Guangji.

What was the realm of Emperor Zhenwu, Zhi Guangji? He was a peak Heavenly Sovereign, with one foot already stepping into the ranks of the True Monarchs. As the martial ancestor of the Northern Heavens, his martial will was so formidable that its mere pressure could render an ordinary Great Emperor immobile. Combined with his divine powers, even an average True Monarch would struggle to withstand him. Had Zhi Guangji been present, those two Heavenly Sovereigns would not have been enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

However, even if the "pigpen" was merely a small enclosure for a piglet, the force of its impact was terrifying. Since the two Heavenly Sovereigns could do nothing against it, the piglet was no longer in danger of falling. With that assurance, the piglet went berserk.

The two Heavenly Sovereigns unleashed grand techniques that blossomed into brilliant fireworks against the pigpen, but they were nothing more than that. The enclosure remained unscathed, and the piglet, riding it with squeals of glee, rammed into them until they were forced to dodge in utter disarray.

While the piglet held the upper hand, Little Leilei and the Demon Dragon Guards found themselves in dire straits. Tang Youyou’s magical treasures seemed inexhaustible. Large, powerful artifacts bombarded Little Leilei’s group incessantly, while smaller ones were detonated like firecrackers. The force of these explosions was immense, leaving the Demon Dragon Guards covered in wounds, some hanging by a thread. Yet, they fought with reckless disregard for their lives,缠ing the enemy until their last breath. This only stoked Tang Youyou’s ferocity.

Seeing the situation becoming untenable, Little Leilei dared not hold back. He unleashed a torrent of Infinite Golden Thunder, Fire Thunder, Water Thunder, Wood Thunder, Earth Thunder, Tribulation Thunder, Demon Thunder, Spirit Thunder, Wicked Thunder, and the Divine Capital Thunder, all engulfing Tang Youyou.

Seeing this, Tang Youyou shrieked, "Go to hell!" and summoned an Immortal Artifact: the Spirit-Punishing Seal. With a flick of his hand, the small seal flew into the sky, expanding until it was as large as a mountain, radiating a blinding light.

The light from the Spirit-Punishing Seal enveloped Little Leilei and the Demon Dragon Guards. They let out agonizing cries as their power vanished, their defensive techniques failed, and they plummeted toward the dust. Even Little Leilei struggled to hold on, his various thunderous lights dimming to the point of extinction. Tang Youyou, now utterly manic, pointed a finger at the seal, which descended upon Little Leilei with overwhelming force, clearly intending to grind him into powder.

At this critical moment, the Ancestor of Thunder roared, "Stop!"

But he was too late. The seal had already crashed down, and Little Leilei was on the verge of death. The Ancestor of Thunder was frantic; Little Leilei was his right-hand man, the General of Green Thunder. His intervention had been too late, the battle had shifted too quickly, and given his current cultivation, he lacked the strength to intercept the Spirit-Punishing Seal.

What exactly was the Spirit-Punishing Seal? It was an Immortal Artifact. Its strike carried the power of a True Monarch’s full assault. The Ancestor of Thunder was only at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, still a step away from being a Heavenly Sovereign. To attempt an interception would likely have resulted in his own demise as well.

In that instant, Tang Youyou grinned hideously, watching as Little Leilei was about to be crushed. Little Su and the young girl covered their mouths in horror, paralyzed by the sight. The Three Demonesses, only at the peak of the mid-Great Emperor stage, possessed special abilities useless against Immortal Artifacts; they could only cry out in despair. The puppy wailed in agony, screaming for Little Leilei.

Could Little Leilei die? That would be nonsense—if he died, who would I be writing about?

Amidst this peril, Tu Zhe remained with his eyes closed, seemingly in meditation. In reality, his divine sense was focused outside alongside the Gourd Kids. Tu Zhe was puzzled; he had thought the Orange Kid had already gone out, yet there was no sign of him. Seeing the Spirit-Punishing Seal about to crush Little Leilei, Tu Zhe grew desperate and snapped his eyes open. He could wait no longer.

Just as Tu Zhe prepared to project his divine sense to pull Little Leilei into his storage ring, an unexpected change occurred on the battlefield.

Standing atop the head of the maniacally laughing Tang Youyou was a fist-sized doll in an orange bib. The doll held a tiny blade, giggling as it nonchalantly plunged it into Tang Youyou’s Niwan Palace.

Tang Youyou, still laughing in triumph, suddenly felt a chill on his scalp. Within his sea of consciousness appeared vast rivers of black water, boundless scorching fire, the light of withering and flourishing, and the suffering of reincarnation. The black water represented the corrosive flow of worldly troubles; the scorching fire manifested the burning pains of existence; the light of withering and flourishing brought the torment of instantaneous life and death; and the suffering of reincarnation trapped the soul in the endless cycle of the six realms, with no hope of escape.

In a heartbeat, Tang Youyou’s sea of consciousness was corroded, incinerated, pierced, and drowned. It was left in a state of emptiness and deathly silence. His consciousness had vanished.

The Orange Kid pulled back his Manas Blade and vanished, reappearing instantly in Tu Zhe’s internal realm. As for the Spirit-Punishing Seal, the moment Tang Youyou’s consciousness faded, it lost its command, shrunk back to the size of a fingertip, and fell into the dust.

Little Leilei recovered, but he stood there in a daze, oblivious to what had just happened. The Orange Kid’s timing had been impeccable—he struck exactly when everyone’s focus was fixed on the seal, destroying Tang Youyou’s consciousness before anyone could react.

Silence.

When everyone looked at Tang Youyou, they saw him frozen in a posture of maniacal laughter, yet he made no sound, floating in the air like a wooden sculpture. The piglet and the two Heavenly Sovereigns ceased their movements, staring at the bizarre scene.

Tang Youyou slowly lowered his head and stared intently at his own hands. His eyes were vacant and dull, as if he were trying to recall something. After a long moment, he frowned, scanned the crowd, and suddenly turned away. He took a step into the distant void, and then, a series of carefree, heartless laughs erupted from him.

What happened to him?
Had he gone mad?
Where was he going?