Chapter 108: The Dark Sovereign Ascends the Scarlet Heavens!

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Chi Jiuxiao radiated overwhelming might, his eyes surveying everyone with supreme disdain as he braced himself against the power of the thunder tribulation.

Transforming from a living being into a ghost immortal, although one could enhance their cultivation by absorbing yin energy, they were extremely vulnerable to pure yang forces.

Heavenly thunder was the pinnacle of pure yang energy in the world.

The tribulation thunder was even more formidable.

After enduring nine rounds of thunder tribulation, Chi Jiuxiao’s body shattered, black blood flowing across the ground, severely wounded.

At that moment, no one knew what kind of intoxicating concoction Chi Jiuxiao had administered to the Thousand-Eyed Demon Centipede.

It actually performed the pill transformation technique.

By dissolving its fierce demon body, it bestowed all its flesh, blood essence, and vitality to Chi Jiuxiao, aiding his healing and allowing his cultivation to advance further.

The remaining divine consciousness flickered, merging into the shadow of the Yin Pole True Dragon behind him, entering a state of soul usurpation.

Ouyang Qingtian roared angrily,
"Everyone, attack!"

Instantly, his body flickered into a streak of golden light, charging toward Chi Jiuxiao, while the others blocked the alliance of immortals and minor sects. Even the three royal Golden Core patriarchs were overwhelmed by the crowd.

Those confronting Chi Jiuxiao, apart from the Great Elder, included Nangong Yao and the leaders of the Jin and Tu Yang veins, who also stepped forward.

Their strikes were ruthless from the outset.

“Thousand Shadow Heart Pierce!”

“Sword Rainbow Stirring Sky Strike!”

“Golden Spear Iron Horse!”

“Breath of Earth Melting Fire Technique!”

Countless golden needle shadows, accompanied by the energy of metal element, pierced through the void, instantly reaching Chi Jiuxiao’s chest.

Then came a slender sword over forty meters long, smashing into his head.

Weapons forged from condensed magical power and golden horses thundered down from the clouds, as if celestial arms had descended.

Only the final molten lava fireball seemed unremarkable.

Cao Chengyu played a minor role, mostly focusing his attention on Chi Jiuxiao.

Repeated reversals left him utterly incredulous.

By all rights, only the protagonist should accomplish such feats, yet the one he thought was the protagonist had fallen, and the antagonist he despised had succeeded.

Not resisting meant death; from his perspective, Chi Jiuxiao had done nothing wrong.

This realization brought a question to his mind.

Life is not a novel—there are no protagonists or antagonists. Xiao Yan might have his own fortune, but it was merely luck, and hardships only strengthened his resolve.

Perhaps his future was boundless, but the concept of a protagonist simply did not exist.

Anyone, anything, in their own story, could be the protagonist.

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