Chapter 95

Chapter 095: Dao of Seeking (Part Four)

The Buddhist Extermination Desert.

The boundless desert radiated intense heat, the air constantly shimmering and warping.

Lu Ye traversed through the desert.

Just like everyone else had said, he was indeed becoming gradually encircled.

Eleven Scattered Deities.

Scattered Deities aren’t at the Transcending Tribulation Realm; while they don’t provoke Heavenly Tribulation, they are free of such concerns.

In terms of combat power, the strength of a Scattered Deity is roughly comparable to that of someone in the Transcending Tribulation Realm.

One hasn’t transcended yet, while the other has failed.

If a Transcending Tribulation cultivator disregards the Heavenly Tribulation and fully unleashes their power, a Scattered Deity might not necessarily win.

But in such a case, the Transcending Tribulation wielder would basically fall as well.

Lu Ye was facing a Scattered Deity now; it wasn’t a big problem, bringing out every trick in the book could definitely lead to a kill.

However, the price wouldn’t be small.

Out of these eleven Scattered Deities, taking down one all together wouldn’t really vibe well.

His goal for coming here was clear.

Draw the attention of the world, ensure the Grand Dao Sect’s safety, obtain the Withered Human Wood, and break through to the Dao Harmonization.

Kill enemies!

As for right or wrong?

On the path to seeking the Dao, where is there right or wrong?

If Lu Ye wins, it means that the sects ignored the advice, leading their disciples to ruin, and stubbornly surrounded and killed Lu Ye, stepping into one mess after another.

If Lu Ye loses, then it’s because his murderous intent is too heavy, he’s gone mad, and he deserves to die for the sins he’s created.

That’s just how this world works.

The winners are kings, and the losers are criminals.

Ahead appeared a temple half-buried in the sand, once magnificently golden and shining, now reduced to crumbling ruins.

The Buddha statues, shattered and covered in dust, had turned from compassionate faces to ominous and frightful visages.

Lu Ye walked in.

In the distance, faint chanting could be heard, echoing around Lu Ye’s ears.

Ignoring it completely, Lu Ye marched on.

The head of a Buddha statue silently turned, and Lu Ye swung his sword, leaving a deep gash on the statue’s face.

“Don’t bother me!”

The alien spirit clinging to the Buddha’s head…

Just turned back silently.

This was a kind of obsession that formed after a powerful figure from the Buddha Sect had perished; its combat power generally sits at the Refining Void Realm, but its scare tactics are on another level.

Passing through the front hall.

The Great Hero Hall in the center had collapsed, skeletons littered everywhere.

Lu Ye punched the ground.

A swarm of bones scattered, creating a deep pit in the desert.

Lu Ye leaped into the pit.

Suddenly, the sand began to surge in a bizarre manner, layers of murderous intent turning blood-red, constantly engulfing him, as if trying to drown Lu Ye.

The blood-colored sand continuously burrowed into his body, invading every orifice; his mouth, nose, eyes, ears—all filled and coated.

No, even the blood vessels began to fill with sand.

The sight was horrifying.

A living human was about to transform into a sand puppet.

Lu Ye had already experienced this in his past life; this wasn’t an attack method, but a very real illusion.

Ever since Lu Ye entered the temple, the Withered Human Wood had been continuously poisoning him. This poison was intangible and shapeless, so he didn’t pay it any mind.

Purely an illusion—he wasn’t afraid of that.

He had sunk deep into the desert.

And through the Sky Veil Technique, he concealed all his presence.

Suddenly, Lu Ye came to a halt.

In his divine awareness, he realized that he had transformed into an extremely terrifying state.

The blood-red sand had claimed everything.

Even his mind was filled with sand.

Lu Ye reached out.

He grasped a withered red wood; at its base, numerous root threads extended everywhere, densely packed.

Although it was dead wood, holding it made Lu Ye feel like grasping a handful of fresh blood.

A flash of sword light ignited.

A faint, agonized scream emerged from the Withered Wood.

With the wood in hand, True Essence released, forming a space deep in the desert.

“Cultivation.”

“Ding, cultivation begins!”

Golden Sky Sunflower, Blood Sea Pristine Pearl, Withered Human Wood.

Three treasures converging to form a third life.

In the state of cultivation, his Nascent Soul opened its eyes, without a hint of hesitation, he chose to break through.

Harmonization, Harmonization, Dark Harmonization of the Dao.

This is a preliminary realm that touches on the Dao, and basically a realm where many determine their cultivation direction.

In his previous life, the direction Lu Ye chose for Harmonization seems somewhat laughable now.

It was to protect!

Protect the beloved one, protect the human race’s future.

A person starved of love, if they can seize love, will never let go, even if that love is full of thorns, their hands bloodied yet gleeful in the struggle.

Only those who lack love have the right to choose love, to discern love.

Protecting the human race, he didn’t have much for that; he could always smile knowingly when he saw others happy.

The world has many beautiful things worth protecting.

But in this moment of protecting his beloved, a cruel smile spread across Lu Ye’s face.

In this life, he sought to achieve the Dao of Seeking!

Everything unknown, past sights unseen, were all for his quest.

In this life, he asks not for beauty nor wealth, nor for the preciousness of compassion, only for the depths of the Dao, only for the pinnacle of the peak, only for the wisdom to face death, only for courage to forge ahead.

A smile appeared on Lu Ye’s face.

That smile was both peaceful and indifferent.

He was about to harmonize with the Dao!

What new poison would arise?

…

In the Demon Realm.

After the self-detonation of the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor, a leadership vacuum formed.

Because the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor held an immense prestige among the Demon Clan, even now, many demons couldn’t believe it was dead.

However, the dead demons were dead, and the Demon Clan still needed to move forward.

Hence, a brand new Demon Emperor was pushed to the forefront.

This was a powerful demon possessing the bloodline of Qiongqi, with its combat power only slightly weaker than the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor.

Meanwhile, in a barren area of the Demon Realm.

A soaking wet, grayish bird lay in the mud, its breath faint.

It was the Vermilion Bird.

But now, the situation of the Vermilion Bird was clearly off.

Her body trembled continuously, as if something was chaotic inside her.

Suddenly, the Vermilion Bird opened her eyes.

At that moment, her gaze became fierce and frenzied.

In the next second, her eyes closed.

When she reopened them, they were filled with agitation and struggle.

Two consciousnesses fought, entangled, slaughtering, and merging within one body.

Parasitism was underway.

“No, damn it, why is your Dao so strong?”

A voice that didn’t belong to the Vermilion Bird escaped her lips.

The Qiongqi bloodline Demon Emperor howled in pain and reluctance.

His gaze shifted.

From Qiongqi Demon Emperor to Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor.

The Vermilion Bird gasped, weakened post-baptism by fire; she was now extremely fragile.

Even as the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor desperately tried to parasitize her, it was still a failure.

But it wouldn’t be accurate to call it a complete failure.

At that moment, it felt as if two perspectives emerged in the Vermilion Bird’s eyes.

One, her own perspective.

Another, the Qiongqi Demon Emperor’s perspective.

The seed of parasitism had taken root within her; although she forcibly severed all the tendrils, the seed had not been expelled.

It had completely fused with her.

This meant, to annihilate the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor completely,

she would have to die too!

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