Chapter 332 - 331: Mo Yan

Lin Yuan did not answer at once.

His deep purple eyes turned toward the ancient forest.

"There is another one."

Ku Ming’s expression sharpened.

"Another Demon King?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"He is hiding within the shadows."

Bai Qingyue’s gaze followed his.

"Can you determine his position?"

"Not precisely."

Lin Yuan’s eyes narrowed.

"His technique is different from the previous two. He is using the shadows to conceal his presence, and the surrounding laws are helping him remain hidden."

He paused.

"But concealment is not the same as absence."

The Dao Fruit rotated.

Rain spread through the surrounding region, not as falling droplets but as a thin mist that touched every tree and stone.

Golden-purple thunder flickered within the mist.

Three Rebirths connected the changes.

Lin Yuan’s perception expanded.

He could not see Mo Yan directly, but he could observe the subtle disturbances created when the demon moved between shadows.

Every movement produced a faint change in the flow of spiritual Qi.

Every change created a tiny disturbance in the surrounding laws.

The disturbances were almost imperceptible.

Yet they formed a pattern.

Lin Yuan smiled faintly.

"Found you."

Mo Yan’s expression changed.

He immediately stopped moving.

For an instant, he considered retreating.

But Lin Yuan had already raised his hand.

A golden-purple spark appeared above his palm.

It vanished.

Then it reappeared inside the shadow beneath an ancient tree.

The shadow exploded.

Mo Yan’s figure was forced into the open, and his expression turned savage.

He had been discovered.

There was no point in continuing to hide.

With a roar, he released his full aura.

The shadows across the forest surged toward him, gathering around his body until he was surrounded by a vast black domain.

His robes disappeared into the darkness, and his form became indistinct.

Only his eyes remained visible, shining like two pale stars within an endless night.

"Lin Yuan!"

His voice echoed through the forest.

"You have killed my siblings. I will make you regret it!"

The darkness surged.

Countless shadowy figures emerged from the trees, each one resembling Mo Yan.

Some carried blades.

Others wielded spears.

A few possessed enormous claws that reached toward Lin Yuan from impossible angles.

Bai Qingyue’s expression became serious.

"His concealment technique is connected to the surrounding shadows. If we attack blindly, we may strike an illusion."

Ku Ming nodded.

"His aura is also dispersed throughout the domain. Destroying a single shadow may not affect his true body."

Lin Yuan looked toward the forest.

"Then we will not attack blindly."

He raised his hand.

The rain began to fall again.

The first droplets touched the shadows.

They passed through the false figures without resistance, but the moment they touched the ground, they revealed the subtle differences between the shadows cast by the trees and the darkness created by Mo Yan’s technique.

The golden-purple thunder followed.

It illuminated the points where the false shadows connected to the main domain.

Three Rebirths linked the changes.

Lin Yuan’s eyes brightened.

"There."

He raised two fingers.

A thin bolt of thunder struck a patch of darkness beneath a tree.

The shadow screamed.

Mo Yan’s true body emerged from the darkness, his face twisted with rage.

He had intended to conceal himself within the domain, but Lin Yuan had identified the connection that allowed the false shadows to function.

The Demon King immediately changed tactics.

The shadows surged toward Lin Yuan from every direction.

This time, they did not attempt to confuse his perception.

They attacked simultaneously, attempting to overwhelm his defenses through sheer numbers.

Lin Yuan’s expression remained calm.

His Dao Fruit rotated.

Rain spread across the battlefield.

Thunder flashed.

Three Rebirths connected the principles into a continuous circulation.

The shadows rushed forward.

Then the rain touched them.

The false figures began to dissolve.

The golden-purple thunder struck the connections that sustained the remaining shadows, severing them from the main domain.

One by one, the figures disappeared.

Mo Yan’s expression changed.

He had expected Lin Yuan to rely on spiritual sense to identify his true body.

Instead, the cultivator was using the underlying principles of his technique to dismantle the entire domain.

The more shadows Mo Yan created, the more connections he exposed.

The more connections Lin Yuan perceived, the easier it became to locate the true body.

Mo Yan’s greatest advantage was becoming a liability.

He roared and attempted to merge with the darkness beneath the ground.

Lin Yuan stepped forward.

Immortal Cloud Step carried him across the clearing.

His right palm descended.

Golden-purple thunder struck the ground.

The shadow beneath Mo Yan shattered.

The Demon King was forced out of concealment, and Bai Qingyue moved immediately.

Her fingers swept across the strings of the spiritual manifestation of the Zither.

A clear musical note rang through the forest.

The sound carried no overwhelming destructive force, but it spread through the air with extraordinary precision.

The remaining shadows trembled.

Their rhythm changed.

Mo Yan’s expression twisted.

Bai Qingyue’s music had interfered with the subtle fluctuations that allowed him to maintain his domain.

Her understanding of rhythm and vibration had revealed another aspect of the technique that Lin Yuan’s rain had not yet fully isolated.

The two principles worked together.

Lin Yuan’s Dao Fruit exposed the structure.

Bai Qingyue’s music disrupted its rhythm.

The shadow domain collapsed.

Mo Yan’s true body appeared in the open, and Lin Yuan’s palm struck his chest.

The Demon King was hurled backward.

Before he could recover, Ku Ming moved.

Golden Buddhist light spread across the battlefield, forming a vast palm that descended toward Mo Yan.

"Great Compassion Suppression Seal!"

The palm struck.

The ground shook.

Mo Yan’s body was forced into the earth, and the shadows surrounding him were scattered by the golden light.

He struggled to rise.

Lin Yuan’s rain gathered above him.

Thunder flashed.

Three Rebirths connected the principles.

The final strike descended.

When the light faded, Mo Yan lay motionless within the shattered earth.

The third sibling had fallen.

For a brief moment, the forest became silent.

Bai Qingyue lowered her hands from the zither.

Ku Ming slowly withdrew the golden Buddhist light.

Lin Yuan looked toward the three demonic corpses.

Three Demon Kings had entered the Sacred Grounds.

Three had died.

Yet one sibling remained.

Sha Luo.