Chapter 427: The Master of Dark Demon Island

"Dominion Over Nine Heavens" - Find the latest chapter!

In the Hall of Six Paths Reincarnation, the six elders could no longer remain seated.

Wang Feng was undoubtedly the Heaven's Mandate Bearer—this much had been confirmed.

Frankly, when they first guessed this outcome, the six elders had been relatively calm, even harboring a faint sense of anticipation. After all, having stayed too long on this desolate island, anyone would hope for a bit of change—it would at least make their monotonous lives more interesting, wouldn’t it?

But when this matter truly became reality, the elders found themselves somewhat awkward, exchanging glances.

Were they truly prepared to serve a young man under twenty as their master?

"He has reached the Hall of Heavenly Dao. According to the laws of the Dark Scripture, whoever conquers the Six Paths Reincarnation becomes the sole master of the Isle of Dark Demons," the stern Demon Elder said firmly, his nature one of unwavering conviction.

"But he hasn’t passed the Hall of Heavenly Dao yet... What if we open it and welcome him in ourselves?" the Ghost Elder hesitated. "Then he wouldn’t have fully conquered the Six Paths Reincarnation..."

"Gui Zhicai, are you trying to defy the Dark Scripture?" The Demon Elder’s voice turned icy in an instant, no longer carrying the tone of a jest. "Do you intend to ignore the Heaven's Mandate Bearer?"

"Oh come off it!" the Ghost Elder snapped. "We’ve lived for this very faith—do you think I’d do such a thing? Knowing he’s the Heaven's Mandate Bearer is enough! The kid’s just too young. We can protect him from the shadows, let him venture out and gain experience for a few more years. When he’s stronger, we can acknowledge him as our master then. What’s the hurry?"

"I think it’s fine..." The normally reticent Beast Elder, surprisingly, agreed with him for once.

"A few years earlier or later—what’s the difference?" the Third Elder frowned. "Why complicate things?"

"Pride, that’s why!" The Demon Elder saw right through him.

"Ahem... What pride?" The Ghost Elder’s face reddened. "The kid just looks too young! Under twenty years old—calling him ‘master’? Can you, you old bastard, even say it with a straight face? I sure can’t! Besides, his strength isn’t enough yet. If he truly becomes the master of the Isle of Dark Demons now, it’d be a danger to him. Keeping it quiet for now is also a way to protect him..."

"Pah! What a pathetic excuse—how can you even say that with a straight face?" The Demon Elder shot him a disdainful glance before turning to the Island Lord. "Island Lord, let the trial continue!"

"Island Lord!" The Ghost Elder grew anxious, but before he could speak further, the Island Lord raised her hand slightly.

Her eyes now gleamed brilliantly, a stark contrast to their usual lifelessness. "We’ve come this far—what’s the point of welcoming him now?"

With that single sentence, she shattered the Ghost Elder’s little scheme. The Island Lord spoke calmly, "Let us wait here. If he can emerge on his own, Wang Feng shall be the master of the Isle of Dark Demons. Besides, haven’t you all wanted to know what lies hidden within the Hall of Heavenly Dao? To be honest, I’m quite eager myself!"

...

Inside the grand hall, Lao Wang had not only finished his meditation but also taken the time to eat and drink his fill.

His observations of the statue and his exploration of the space had never ceased, yet he had discovered nothing new. His first assessment held true—this was an Alchemy Golem serving as the core of the formation, controlling an eighth-tier Cosmic Cage.

An eighth-tier formation, and one where he was completely trapped within it... Had he been outside, Lao Wang could have devised four or five methods to break it. But being inside the formation made it far more difficult. A formation of this level was seamless, its patterns invisible from within. Without any discernible direction or entry point, how could one even begin to dismantle it?

The only way was raw power—shattering the Alchemy Golem statue. But judging by the statue’s alchemical resilience, even a Dragon-level expert (a realm above Ghost-level) would struggle to accomplish this, let alone someone at the Ghost-level.

But then again, he wasn’t just any ordinary Ghost-level, was he?

With his stomach full, Lao Wang pushed up his sleeves with determination and launched his assault!

Skyshaker Bombs and Skyburst Grenades were useless here. At best, they’d chip away at the statue’s outer stone shell without damaging its alchemical core—just a waste of resources.

Er Tong wouldn’t be of much help either. Given the current limits of Er Tong’s physical strength, the destructive power he could unleash was minimal. His previous feats, like scaring off the Fallen Souls, relied more on the terrifying level of their soul tether than actual combat prowess...

Fortunately, he had now broken through to the Ghost-level!

At the Tiger Peak Stage, Lao Wang hadn’t been incapable of fighting, but his options were limited—martial techniques or firearms, much like during his battle at Judgment. Some skills had to remain hidden when self-preservation was at stake, even if it meant being seen as weak.

But now, as a Ghost-level—especially with the support of two Heavenly Soul Pearls—he had overcome his physical limitations, opening up entirely new possibilities. The true challenge was just beginning.

Old Wang's eyes locked firmly onto the alchemy statue in the space. You’ll make good practice!

Boom!

Untamed soul energy surged violently from Wang Feng's body, causing his already slightly tight clothes to bulge taut.

Wang Feng calmly extended his right hand, where an unending stream of soul power condensed. The energy materialized into a massive sword, half a meter wide and one and a half meters long! This was no mere illusion—the sword bore runes interlaced with precision, every detail razor-sharp, reminiscent of the legendary Supreme Sage Teacher's signature technique—the Void God...

*Thud~*

A soft sound echoed as the newly formed sword shattered instantly, first breaking into countless white fragments before dispersing into a gust of soul power that swiftly dissipated into the surroundings.

Old Wang's face showed a hint of embarrassment. Technically, he was flawless—it was just his first time controlling such vast soul power, and he just needed to tweak the finer controls. Again!

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reopened his right hand.

"Divine Void Blade!"

The same massive sword formed, though slower this time, but far more stable.

Creating tangible weapons from soul power didn’t rely solely on the strength of the energy but rather on mastery over runes. Like Li Sitan freehanding runes midair, before stabilizing, the lines were completely 'scattered' and unstable—but when the runes fully formed, they would solidify into reality. Thus, this was less a combat technique and more an advanced runic composition, roughly equivalent to the Seventh Sequence... beyond the known limits of runic technology on the Nine Heavens Continent. No wonder no one on this continent could truly wield it.

The broadsword finally solidified in Wang Feng's hand. As the last strand of soul power filled the gaps, completing the runic composition, the once ethereal blade suddenly became tangible—it took on a solid bronze sheen, its interior shimmering with golden light, radiating divine might!

Wang Feng's fingers tightened around the long hilt, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Bending his knees slightly, he abruptly retracted the swelling soul power around his body—then...

*Bang!*

A haze of blue mist swirled as Wang Feng vanished from his spot. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in midair, twenty to thirty meters above the statue. Simultaneously, the entire space seemed to twist and tense around him, as if pulled by the force of his teleportation.

The world seemed to pause—time itself freezing. The next moment, the distorted space violently snapped back under natural laws, and Wang Feng, like a pebble released from a stretched rubber band, shot downward at an imperceptible speed, wielding the awe-invoking might of inverted laws!

Divine Retribution!

A combat technique long lost even among the Celestial Race, belonging to a figure no less extraordinary than the Eight Sages. But to Old Wang, he preferred calling it the "Sky-Plunging Gigasword."

Boom!

A streak of light tore through the air like a falling star, blazing from the friction of reentry as it descended with lightning speed.

The radiance and sheer power of the descent instantly locked down the area within several miles, increasing gravity tenfold—not a single ant could twitch.

Terrifying!

But the problem was...

Rumble!

The Divine Void Blade plunged into the ground—several meters away from the alchemy statue. Not because the statue dodged, but because Old Wang had straight-up whiffed it.

"Heh... kinda hard to aim, huh?" Old Wang's face showed little embarrassment—after all, no one was watching.

Still, at this moment, he found himself nostalgic for *World of Glory*’s so-called 'aimbots' and 'auto-adjust hacks,' though he'd never used them.

"Again!"

Aiming was incredibly difficult. Divine Retribution relied on distorting space and harnessing the kinetic energy from law reversal. Once launched, adjustments were impossible—everything had to be calibrated beforehand. The exact amount of soul power, the launch angle dialed in to 0.0001 degrees... Achieving this required not only monstrous processing power but also accounting for wind speed, temp, and even the tiniest environmental quirks to recalibrate the whole equation...

To be honest, this ain't human work. Precise calculations are almost impossible in combat—math is just for practice drills. More often than not, it comes down to intuition. To achieve true precision, one needs extensive practice.

But for ordinary people, preparing for a single practice session might take half a day, and attempting it twice in one day would leave them wiped out. Yet Old Wang, with the infinite replenishment of soul power from his two Heavenly Soul Pearls, could attempt it hundreds of times in mere minutes!

There was no concept of time within the Cosmic Cage, and Old Wang had no idea how long he had been trying. The featureless white void had been distorted countless times, and the ground had been shattered just as often—only to be instantly repaired each time.

Old Wang had become utterly engrossed. The Heavenly Punishment Judgment demanded an extremely precise and meticulous control of soul power. He wasn’t just practicing this move—he was gaining an increasingly profound understanding and mastery of his current strength. After unleashing hundreds of ultimate techniques, Old Wang had grown quite accustomed to his ghost-level body.

Boom!

Another Big Sword came crashing down. The stone shell of the Alchemy Golem had long been shattered, revealing its fluid-crystal body. Even the indestructible Void-God Weapon, combined with the devastating Heavenly Punishment Judgment, could only pierce about half an inch deep before the soul-forged blade, unable to withstand the terrifying forces of both attack and defense, bent slightly under pressure—then shattered completely!

The Void-God Weapon, though condensed from soul power, was as hard as an ordinary soul artifact and incredibly resilient. Yet now, it had been forcibly snapped...

Leaving aside Old Wang’s strength, the sheer durability of the Puppet’s body was likely on par with a dragon-level. Moreover, the cracks left by the strikes merely flashed with golden light before rapidly healing at a visible speed, melding back together like clay...

Old Wang burst into laughter. The hundreds of Big Sword strikes hadn’t been solely for the sake of attack—he now felt complete mastery over his ghost-level power.

Old Wang’s eyes flashed. As the saying went, when Old Wang goes hard, the world shakes!

Now, with hand seals formed and feet planted on runic patterns, he unleashed his full soul power.

Sorcery—Thunderstorm!

Electric currents surged across the instantly formed runic array beneath his feet, the intricate patterns exuding an unparalleled beauty. The previously empty sky darkened in an instant, thunder roaring as trunk-thick lightning bolts rained down upon the Puppet, rivaling even the tempests of the first ascent of Mount Maklu!

Sorcery—Coreflame Annihilation!

Blue flames erupted from the ground, clinging to the Alchemy Golem like a persistent parasite. Though the Puppet remained unbroken and unburned, the azure fire sizzled and seared, endlessly refining its form.

Hex—Celestial Demon-Slaying Decree!

A radiant pillar descended from the heavens, bathing Old Wang in holy light, as if he had become a divine being. Every movement carried sacred radiance, amplifying his lethality against all things dark and unholy.

Hex—Soul-Snatching Ghost Hand!

An evolution of Soul Devour, no longer reliant solely on mental will. A dark rune flickered on Old Wang’s chest as a spectral black hand emerged, reaching straight for the Alchemy Golem.

The ghostly hand, formless and from the void of the spirit realm, attacked in an intangible dimension. Though the Puppet lacked a human soul, any moving entity had a force that controlled it—and that force was its "spirit."

The ghost hand plunged deep into the Puppet’s indestructible body, then yanked back violently, forcibly extracting a strand of blue energy...

Within the Cosmic Cage, thunder roared, flames blazed, and the clash of blades and spells never ceased—BOOM!

Every strike was an ultimate technique, every attack a killing move. An unrelenting storm of devastating force poured onto the Alchemy Golem, the cacophony of destruction unending.

To be honest, Old Wang felt exhilarated—utterly, overwhelmingly exhilarated! Spamming ultimates—this was the ultimate power trip!

In this world, there was likely no one else capable of such an assault. From martial techniques to sorcery, to hexes—even the most versatile masters couldn’t possibly master so many cross-disciplinary ultimate moves, let alone seamlessly blend them together. The flawless synergy between techniques was nothing short of miraculous.

Of course, the even greater challenge was the inexhaustible, boundless soul power. Not just in this real world—even in a game like *Dominating the Ninth Heaven*, Old Wang couldn’t pull off such attacks. His MP pool was too small, and no amount of potions could compensate!

But now, Old Wang had the Heavenly Soul Pearls—a GM-banned cheat code, yet here it was, real and in his hands. This...

Old Wang was in the zone, locked in a deathmatch with the Alchemy Golem. Its tank stats were off the charts, unlike anything he’d ever seen. But as the saying went, even water wears through rock. He refused to believe anything was truly indestructible under relentless assault. Huh? Wait.

The Alchemy Golem seemed to be changing. Its eyes lit up, and its posture shifted slightly...

Holy shit, he’d almost thought it was truly lifeless—but it was just begging for an ass-kicking after all!

Old Wang's ultimate attacks continued—Ghost Six Style—Mirror-Wielding Heaven's Execution!

Torrents of soul energy crashed against the Puppet, just as useless as ever. But this time, Wang Feng noticed something—the raging soul energy wasn’t just being deflected by the Alchemy Golem’s hardened body; a fraction was being sucked right in.

Absorbing soul energy?

Wang Feng was slightly startled, a possibility dawning on him.

He abruptly halted his assault and reached out, gripping the Puppet’s shoulders. At the same time, the Heavenly Soul Pearl unleashed its full power, violently flooding the Puppet’s body with soul energy. For your next reading convenience, you can click the "Bookmark" button below to save this chapter (Chapter 427: The Master of Dark Demon Island). Next time you open your bookshelf, it’ll be right there!

If you enjoy *Realm of the Nine Heavens*, please recommend it to your friends (via QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.). Your support is greatly appreciated!