Chapter 73

Chapter 073: Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood (Part 2)

Kill! Kill! Kill!

These weaklings from the Demon Clan just couldn’t satisfy Lu Ye’s thirst for slaughter.

But it didn’t matter; he wasn’t picky.

As long as any living being dared to step in, he was ready to kill.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor attached its parasitic power to Lu Ye through his slaughter.

Typically, the Demon Emperor didn’t parasitize humans, as its cultivation method was based on the Demon Scriptures, which needed to attach to demons to properly thrive.

However, Lu Ye’s potential was simply too enticing.

To the Demon Emperor, Lu Ye was like a Dao Flower, a Dao Fruit, a human embodiment of the Dao.

If it could successfully parasitize Lu Ye, it would be willing to give up its true body in exchange.

So what were mere parasites to it?

Let Lu Ye kill to his heart’s content!

The more he killed, the stronger the power the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor could wield.

It couldn’t believe that as a Demon Emperor, it wouldn’t be able to compete with a mere human in the Refining Void Realm!

As time passed…

The corpses of demon beasts piled up more and more, with blood pooling into rivers below, forming hills of carcasses.

The stench of blood was nauseating.

But Lu Ye was thoroughly enjoying his current environment; it felt so comfortable.

Like a fish returning to the water.

The Slaughter Lotus Seed continued to stimulate Lu Ye’s murderous intent.

Lu Ye’s main consciousness watched this scene, feeling nothing particular.

In fact, this scene was less distressing than the time he had to kill off the young demons one by one.

He was never the kind of person who relished murder. When he thoroughly eradicated the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor, it made him sick to his stomach.

Those tiny young beasts…

They had no ability to fight back, still calling for their mothers.

But what could he do?

Once the slaughter started, it was not something you could just stop.

It was so painful!

During that time, the Vermilion Bird was constantly advising him that he shouldn’t kill the weak.

Didn’t he know he shouldn’t be slaughtering the defenseless?

The Vermilion Bird’s words only deepened Lu Ye’s anguish.

His worldview and outlook on life formed since childhood constantly reminded him that he couldn’t massacre the weak, that he shouldn’t be cruel.

But reality told him that if he didn’t kill, many would die in the future.

Back then, Lu Ye hadn’t yet grown into a heart of iron; he still felt pain, he still found slaughter disgusting.

However, after that killing spree, his heart hardened.

Slaughter was just that—slaughter.

The young beasts back then still knew how to disguise themselves, putting on a pitiful face. But now, the incoming young beasts were fierce-looking; as soon as they entered, they became parasitic bodies for the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor.

How many had come now?

A hundred thousand?

Looking at the mountain of corpses, that seemed about right.

But why were the newcomers slowing down?

Lu Ye’s main consciousness sensed something was off; he noticed his body had grown impatient.

The Demon Clan’s entrance had slowed too much. Now, under the control of his murderous intent, he might charge into the vortex and head into the Demon Realm for a proper slaughter.

There was nothing wrong with having a grand ol’ time killing demons; the key issue was that he hadn’t left his name on the Eternal Genius Ranking yet!

Before, watching his body kill with glee, he almost forgot one of the purposes of coming to the Genius Ancient Battlefield.

Lu Ye’s blood-red eyes fixed on the vortex.

With simplicity bordering on touching, he realized that many living beings were present behind the swirling mass.

So he started to step forward.

Was he really going out?

Lu Ye felt a bit helpless—whatever, if he had to go out, then so be it; he couldn’t force it.

But what Lu Ye didn’t expect was that while he was willing to go out, the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Emperor wasn’t going to let him escape.

This body was incredibly prized by the Demon Emperor.

Having not yet imprinted his name on the Eternal Genius Ranking, how could the Demon Emperor permit this body to slip away?

As a result, more demons surged out. This time, many were under a hundred years old, their cultivation too weak, already showing signs of aging.

No longer limited to the younger demons under twenty, the options for demon beasts had increased dramatically.

The reason for choosing the younger beasts before was that they hadn’t invested much; their deaths would allow the Demon Clan to regenerate, making the sunk costs minimal.

Now seeing that Lu Ye wanted to bolt, they immediately disregarded any concerns about sunk costs.

Everyone come in!

Everyone die!

And so, another wave of demons erupted.

Lu Ye paused, his face serious, his stone sword swinging relentlessly as he killed with unbridled joy.

…

Nine Dragons Valley!

The disciples who escaped from the Genius Ancient Battlefield gradually calmed down after some consolation, but their terror remained.

This calm was temporary; the psychological scars left from the Genius Ancient Battlefield would linger, haunting them in nightmares for who knows how long.

Cultivators are human too.

Everyone has their own psychological limits.

Seeing their disciples stabilize, the severely diminished sects felt profound sorrow.

There’s a gap!

Like the Yin-Yang Sect and the Supreme Imperial Court, their young generation of cultivators was almost in a state of discontinuity.

In the future, other sects would produce a new batch of strong individuals, and the simple math could easily lead to an irrevocable decline for one sect.

“Mozhi, look at me. Do you still remember who killed our senior brothers and sisters?”

An elder from the Mountain River Pagoda Sect asked Xu Mozhi.

It was unimaginable that a cultivator in the Refining Void Realm could be scared to the point of feeling his guts twist.

Xu Mozhi’s eyes were hollow.

Scenes from his mind resurfaced—the moment his Dao-Unity Realm senior brother invoked the Heavenly Shield, only to be blown apart along with it by a punch.

That blood and flesh turned to mush.

Everyone was dying; everything was disintegrating.

He consumed Yuan Infants—one after another.

The Yuan Infants bled profusely.

“Ugh…”

Xu Mozhi retched again, completely devoid of the spirited, genteel demeanor he had shown before Bai Qiulan.

The people from the Mountain River Pagoda Sect felt quite helpless.

They could only switch to someone else to inquire.

Finally, a disciple, partly obstructed from view, managed to escape early amidst panic and wails. His mind wasn’t too traumatized.

He saw Lu Ye’s appearance.

He took out some paper and began to draw.

The murderous aura—the first thing he sketched was that blazing murderous energy.

As he continued to describe it, a picture of a youth, wicked and exuding a terrible murderous aura, came to life on the page.

This boy appeared stunningly handsome, resembling a legendary figure, yet his expression was terrifyingly cold, the kind that could scare a crying baby into silence with just his presence.

“Is this person certain?”

The disciple nodded vigorously.

“Were his eyes really that big?”

Looking at the eyes on the paper, which were as big as fists, the elder of the Mountain River Pagoda Sect was a bit skeptical.

Those eyes were disproportionately large, weren’t they?

The disciple nodded hard, “I saw it with my own eyes; that’s exactly how he looks!”

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