However, the arrows did not directly strike the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. Instead, they converged above his head, merging in an instant into a massive divine diagram. On that diagram, the patterns of the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger vividly emerged.
This divine diagram blotted out the sky and sun, enveloping the void. It rapidly absorbed vast amounts of heaven and earth energy, surging into the diagram like a tide.
Four Symbols Heavenly Archery Sutra – Four Symbols Arrow Diagram!!
Wherever the diagram appeared, the heavens and earth within its domain were naturally sealed. A powerful sealing force descended, locking down the Demon Sovereign's surroundings, making it incredibly difficult for him to even move.
"The Emperor's Four Symbols Heavenly Archery Sutra is truly mystical. Not only can it manifest the four divine beasts in arrow form, but also converge them into a single diagram, sealing the four directions and suppressing the world. Under this arrow diagram, one will be heavily suppressed. Once it transforms into the Arrow Diagram, both its power and aura undergo an astonishing transformation."
The Meteorfall Bow and Seven Slaughter Arrows, combined with the will of the Four Symbols Heavenly Archery Sutra, converged into one. Any single arrow could easily slay a Yang God Realm expert—and even a True Spirit Realm cultivator could be killed instantly.
This was the terrifying transformation born from combining an innate spirit treasure with supreme archery intent.
The four strands of arrow intent united, giving birth to the true ultimate killing technique of the Four Symbols Heavenly Archery Sutra.
Roar!!
Howl!!
Within the Four Symbols Arrow Diagram, the cries of divine beasts echoed endlessly, shaking the heavens and stirring the wind and clouds.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the next moment, countless battle arrows shimmering with four-colored divine light rained down from the sky. Each arrow was inscribed with the totems of the True Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger. These totems amplified the arrow's power far beyond that of ordinary arrows. These were the true Four Symbols Battle Arrows. Even a True Spirit Realm cultivator would be obliterated upon impact.
The arrows' destructive power had skyrocketed to the level of killing top-tier True Spirit experts.
And there wasn't just one such arrow.
There were thousands upon thousands of them, a torrential downpour of divine death, completely engulfing the Demon Sovereign of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
Dodge?
There was nowhere to dodge.
Hide?
No place to hide.
Under the Four Symbols Arrow Diagram, all targets were locked, and each would be struck by these deadly battle arrows. They were unbelievably fast—blazing like lightning—leaving no time to react.
"As expected of a human monster. He can unleash such a domineering archery technique at the Yang God Realm."
Even the Demon Lord's expression changed.
Staring at the incoming torrent of arrows, he didn't hesitate. The bamboo staff in his hand flashed with light and instantly transformed into a bamboo parasol, opening overhead. The parasol radiated layers of verdant light, exuding boundless vitality. Under its protection, one would be perfectly safe.
However, just as he raised the parasol, a sharp pain inexplicably shot through his arm. The parasol slipped from his grasp.
"Damn it, a cramp!"
His face turned pitch black. With his cultivation, how could he possibly suffer something like a cramp? It was an utterly impossible occurrence. Yet it had happened. Bad luck. He had been cursed with misfortune. Tainted by bad luck!
"Damn that green dog, he's the death of me!"
The Demon Lord's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. His gaze toward the Green Emperor was filled with murderous hatred—as if he wanted to devour him on the spot.
"Come on then! Hit me if you dare!"
The Green Emperor mocked and taunted, full of provocation.
The Demon Lord's face turned green with rage.
Hit the Green Emperor?
Just thinking about it made his heart tremble. That cursed dog brought nothing but calamity. If he struck him again, wouldn't he be cursed again? Just being near him caused misfortune!
He was basically a walking embodiment of bad luck.
Whoever touched him suffered for it.
Back to the present—he had planned to block the arrow storm with his parasol. But with the sudden cramp, he missed, and his body was instantly exposed to the relentless downpour. Everyone could clearly see the torrent of arrows pierce through his body violently and thoroughly. Not even his spiritual light could offer protection.
In an instant, he was turned into a living pincushion.
The scene was beyond tragic—utterly pitiful and horrific.
Hsssss!!
Seeing this, the soldiers in White Crow City all gasped audibly. Especially those who knew the true strength of the Demon Lord—they were in total disbelief. This was a being capable of capturing Eternal Heaven's proudest geniuses as if they were medicinal herbs, stunning them with a glance and whisking them away. And now, he had been shot into a hedgehog—what kind of absurd, terrifying power was this?
"Incredible! The Emperor is indeed invincible. Even the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations was killed on the spot. Though... I suspect the Green Emperor's bad luck played a major role here. Without it, that parasol wouldn't have slipped. He would never have been exposed."
"A terrifying powerhouse just died like that. With his strength, he was at least a top-tier True Spirit monster. And he died like this? It feels like I'm dreaming."
On the city walls, the soldiers looked at Yi Tianxing with fiery eyes, filled with boundless worship. Their faith in him had soared—no matter what he attempted, they believed it would succeed.
Meanwhile, in the void...
From within the stargates, countless Eternal Night prodigies collectively sucked in a cold breath. Their bodies trembled, their faces filled with shock.
"Wan Jie was actually killed by the Emperor Yi."
"No, it was that green dog! That cursed dog carries misfortune. The Demon Lord messed up because of it and failed to raise his parasol in time. Otherwise, killing him wouldn't have been so easy. That bamboo staff is his natal demonic treasure—it can transform into any divine weapon at will. Its power is near the level of an innate supreme treasure. Some even say it's only a step away from becoming one."
"The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations is one of the hardest beings to kill in existence. Don't worry—he's definitely not dead. But this won't go unpunished. He's mad—truly insane. There's going to be a show. Yi the Emperor is strong, but facing the Demon Lord? He's in for trouble. Even if he's not the strongest Demon Lord, he's still not one to provoke."
The Eternal Night prodigies in the starry sky were shocked, but many also looked on gleefully, as if anticipating chaos.
Clearly, the Demon Lord wasn't so easily dealt with.
Whoosh!!
Sure enough, right after being pierced like a pincushion, the Demon Lord's body collapsed and disintegrated into countless specks of light—disappearing without a trace.
But then—
A new scene emerged before everyone's eyes.
Countless mouths dropped open and stayed that way.
"A city!!"
"Where did that ancient city come from? Why are there so many people inside? What's going on?"
"The Demon Lord died—so why did a city appear?"
"No! The beings in that city are real. Not illusions. They truly exist. What the hell is this?!"
Countless cultivators murmured in shock.
Anyone witnessing a city suddenly appearing would be shocked.
"It's said that the Demon Lord's cultivation method is extremely strange. He cultivated an entire city within his body. The city houses countless living beings—each one is a split self of the Demon Lord, and all of them are him. He can release any of these entities and assume their form—along with their personality, memories, and appearance. A flawless disguise."
"The beings in the city vary in strength, cultivation, and race—male and female alike. Every manifestation is a fully independent entity with its own mind, will, and traits. Even if one is killed, it will be reborn inside the city. Undying and indestructible. No one has ever truly managed to kill him."
"There's another rumor. His true body is that stone city. All those captured prodigies were merged into it—becoming part of the city. As long as the city remains, they remain. The Demon Lord splits off his consciousness and infuses it into new avatars—forming endless incarnations. His methods are terrifying to the extreme."
The Eternal Night prodigies stared at the stone city, visibly wary—as though gazing upon a forbidden taboo.
There were many rumors about the Demon Lord's origin, but no one truly knew what his original form was. Only one thing was certain—he was unimaginably terrifying.
It was said that somewhere deep inside this stone city, the true body of the Demon Lord slumbered. If awakened, and all incarnations fused back into one, his demonic cultivation would reach completion. His combat power would be beyond comprehension.
Some speculated that the stone city floated in an unknown region of endless void—not bound by time or space. You could see it, but never touch it. Even finding it was almost impossible. Back then, even when provoked by terrifying enemies, he couldn't be killed. Just that fact was enough to show how horrifying he truly was.
Even great beings didn't want to fight him—
Because no one ever knew what they were truly fighting.
"What an eerie Demon Lord…"
Yi Tianxing's pupils narrowed. His innate Yin-Yang Eyes tried to peer into the stone city's true nature—but failed. He couldn't discern its origin or location. It seemed to be just a projection—visible, but untouchable.
Yet the scenes inside the city were undeniably real.
Vendors shouting. Cooks preparing food. Tailors weaving. Farmers tilling rice fields. Various professions and races bustled about. It looked like a vibrant, prosperous ancient city. Every sound and movement was distinct—every person behaving uniquely.