Chapter 1077: Carnage
Chapter 1077: Carnage
The Divine Lord’s servant can only be one person.
I am the Divine Lord’s servant.
I am the one who will achieve immortality...
Only by killing everyone can I be that ‘one and only.’
This thought instantly surfaced in the minds of the gathered demon lords.
One of the Demon Cultivators from Myriad Demon Mountain went berserk, tearing off his black robe, revealing fangs, and sinking them into the flesh of a Corpse Cultivator from the Shadow Corpse Valley, tearing at his flesh.
"Beast, you’re courting death!"
The Corpse Cultivator erupted in fury. The murderous intent that had been simmering beneath the surface could no longer be contained. He began to transform his flesh into a corpse-like state to resist the Demon Cultivator’s attack while ringing the Corpse Control Bell, summoning a Bronze Corpse from a coffin to attack the frenzied Demon Cultivator.
The Bronze Corpse, with its green face and fangs, extended its sharp claws, slicing through the Demon Cultivator’s back, flesh tearing apart, revealing white bones.
However, the spurt of demon blood splashed onto the body of a Blood Refinement Sect Cultivator nearby.
The Blood Refinement Sect Cultivator, unable to resist the sight of blood, his eyes turned blood red, pouncing on the Demon Cultivator from Myriad Demon Mountain, sinking his teeth into the Demon Cultivator’s neck, and using the Blood Refinement Sect’s magic to suck out his blood like a whale devouring prey.
As the carnage began, the blood, demonic aura, and murderous intent mingled, stirring the deepest desires in the others’ hearts.
The grand hall was plunged into a brutal melee.
However, not all the Demon Cultivators joined the chaos.
Those who lost their minds and plunged into the slaughter were mostly early-stage Core Formation demon lords.
Mid-stage Core Formation Demon Cultivators still managed to retain a shred of rationality in the face of such carnage.
Late-stage Core Formation demon lords, with their higher cultivation and divine perception exceeding twenty-seven patterns, mostly remained calm, observing the situation from the sidelines.
After a moment, a late-stage Core Formation demon lord from the Shadow Corpse Valley glared at the Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer and asked with a dark expression, "What do you mean by this?"
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer frowned. "What do you mean?"
The Shadow Corpse Valley’s Core Formation demon lord sneered. "Don’t think I can’t see it. This is the Heartseed Demon Technique from the Deceptive Demon Sect."
"So what?" the Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer replied.
The Shadow Corpse Valley’s Core Formation demon lord’s gaze turned icy. "Now that the Deceptive Demon Sect is in decline, the original text of the Heartseed Demon Technique is in the hands of the Mystic Demon Sect’s Feathered Transcendent, Mystic Wanderer."
"These people are going mad, infected with the Heartseed Demon Technique. If it’s not your Mystic Demon Sect behind this, who else could it be?"
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer’s face darkened, then he scoffed, "Nonsense! You think you can pin this on my Mystic Demon Sect with just a few words? How laughable!"
Seeing him deny it outright, the Shadow Corpse Valley’s Core Formation demon lord’s expression grew even more venomous.
The other late-stage Core Formation cultivators also silently distanced themselves from the Mystic Demon Sect's overseer, yet they encircled him with tacit understanding. Various divine perceptions—some cold, some putrid, some bloody—quietly locked onto the Mystic Demon Sect's overseer.
These were demon lords who had lived for hundreds of years. They didn’t care what you said; they only cared what you did.
The current situation was clear: everyone had fallen victim to the Heartseed Demon Technique.
The only suspect was the Mystic Demon Sect.
After all, among all the Demon Cultivators present, only the Mystic Demon Sect had obtained the original text of the Heartseed Demon Technique.
No one else could master this sinister and mysterious demonic technique.
The Heartseed Demon Technique, which manipulates the heart and mind, was not something an ordinary cultivator could learn so easily.
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer, now the target of everyone’s suspicion, looked grim. But with so many late-stage Core Formation demon lords’ killing intent locked onto him, he had to suppress his temper, speaking calmly and patiently, "You’ve misunderstood. This truly has nothing to do with my Mystic Demon Sect."
The red-robed demoness from the Pleasure Sect sneered, "Words are cheap. You need to provide evidence."
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer frowned. "What kind of evidence do you want?"
The red-robed demoness smiled sweetly. "If you surrender and let us search your storage bag, we’ll see if you have any Heartseed Demon Technique artifacts."
Searching a storage bag was a major taboo among cultivators.
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer would never agree, let alone surrender.
In this situation, if he surrendered, he would likely be torn apart by these demon lords, leaving not even a bone behind.
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer’s gaze darkened. He activated the Mystic Demon Technique, his body enveloped in a demonic aura, trying to intimidate the others while saying, "There’s something strange about this. What we need to do is work together to uncover the truth."
The Shadow Corpse Valley’s Core Formation demon lord did not back down. He rang his bell, summoning a Bronze Corpse.
This Bronze Corpse had a faint silver hue, indicating it was in the process of transforming into a higher-tier Silver Corpse.
The Shadow Corpse Valley’s Core Formation demon lord, controlling the silvering Bronze Corpse, locked onto the Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer with his killing intent and said coldly, "This is indeed strange, but we are already investigating. Once we capture you and interrogate you, we’ll know the truth about the Heartseed Demon Technique."
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer cursed inwardly.
Demon Cultivators were cruel and obstinate beasts. Once they had suspicions, they wouldn’t easily change their minds.
And in the current situation, the most suspicious party was indeed the Mystic Demon Sect.
Even the Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer harbored doubts.
Could it really be... the work of the Mystic Demon Sect?
Has Young Master Xuan not left?
Did he receive the old ancestor’s command to secretly hide within the Blood Sacrifice Formation, waiting to strike at the critical moment of the Evil Deity’s resurrection to achieve some unknown plot?
The Mystic Demon Sect’s overseer frowned.
Others might not know, but he, as a late-stage Core Formation overseer of the Mystic Demon Sect, certainly did.
Mystic Wanderer indeed paid a great price to obtain the original text of the Heartseed Demon Technique.
However, the Heartseed Demon Technique was extremely difficult to master. To date, in the entire Mystic Demon Sect, only Mystic Wanderer, who had reached the Feathered Transcendent realm, and the exceptionally talented Young Master Xuan had managed to learn it.
But...
Could Young Master Xuan really have the power to perform the Heartseed Demon Technique on so many Jindan-stage demon cultivators?
Who else could it be if not Young Master Xuan?
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect was perplexed.
The atmosphere grew tense for a moment.
The other demon lords had only restrained the head of the Mystic Demon Sect and hadn't made a move. Their expressions were cold, each harboring their own thoughts.
Everyone was silently pondering what was really going on.
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before saying:
"This matter really has nothing to do with our Mystic Demon Sect. Harassing our fellow cultivators would bring no benefit to us."
The surrounding demon cultivators looked indifferent, but upon careful thought, his words seemed to make sense.
Suddenly, a rough voice rang out from the crowd:
"Who says it brings no benefit?"
Everyone turned to see a burly man with bulging muscles and a Black Wind Bear demon tattoo, his face twisted in rage, glaring at the head of the Mystic Demon Sect:
"The Divine Lord possesses supreme power and can grant us immortality!"
"Now that the Divine Lord has awakened, your Mystic Demon Sect must want to monopolize the Divine Lord's blessings. That's why you want to use the Heartseed Demon Technique to kill us all."
"You..."
The man paused suddenly, as if he had heard something. A moment later, he nodded, his gaze venomous:
"Yes, that's right. Your Mystic Demon Sect wants to become the Divine Lord's sole 'slave sect,' and you want to become the Divine Lord's sole 'servant'!"
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically as they demanded:
"Who are you talking to?"
The Black Wind Bear demon cultivator sneered, his face filled with devotion, "The Divine Lord is speaking to me."
"He is exposing your plot to me."
"He is guiding me to stand out among the countless demon believers and become His sole 'servant,' to... live forever!"
As he finished speaking, the man's eyes turned black.
His killing intent was fully unleashed, his aura surging, his flesh swelling, his fur thickening. In a few breaths, he transformed into a massive black bear demon, and his fierce claws tore through the air.
The faces of the late Jindan-stage demon lords from the Shadow Corpse Valley, Mystic Demon Sect, Demon Sword Sect, and Pleasure Sect changed abruptly as they sensed the danger, swiftly dodging the demon's claws.
However, a few mid-Jindan-stage demon lords were torn in half at the waist, their blood spilling to the ground.
The scent of blood only further incited the demon cultivators' killing instincts.
The hall became even more chaotic and bloody.
The Black Wind Bear demon's strength was even greater, and the carnage he caused was more horrific, engulfing almost all the mid-Jindan-stage demon cultivators.
Once the killing began, it was impossible to control. All the demon cultivators, whether by choice or by force, had no choice but to fight.
The few late Jindan-stage demon lords who still retained their sanity felt a chill run down their spines:
"Bad news!"
The Heartseed Demon Technique had already spread to them, the late Jindan-stage demon cultivators.
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect cursed inwardly.
These demon cultivators, with their strong bodies, fierce killing intent, explosive tempers, and dull minds, were the perfect subjects for the Heartseed Demon Technique.
But at the same time, he felt a chill run through his body.
Just now, he was certain that someone had spoken to the Black Wind Bear demon from Myriad Demon Mountain, which had driven the demon to madness.
"Who is it?"
"It couldn't be Young Master Xuan..."
"Who could it be?!"
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect's mind was in turmoil. He quickly released his divine perception to sense the surrounding auras.
But this was the great hall of the demon sect, already filled with heavy evil qi. With the demon cultivators fighting among themselves, the blood qi, corpse qi, and demon qi were all mixed together, causing extreme chaos. His divine perception could detect nothing.
The surroundings were in chaos, and the slaughter continued. The head of the Mystic Demon Sect felt more and more uneasy.
"Leave the hall first..."
Just as he was about to move, a naive but seductive voice whispered in his ear:
"Are you just going to leave?"
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect instinctively stopped in his tracks.
The voice continued, "Don't you want to become the Divine Lord's servant?"
Then, with a hint of icy authority, "Do you want to betray the Divine Lord?"
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect was immediately filled with fear, "No, I dare not betray the Divine Lord."
"Then stay and accept the Divine Lord's test..."
"Yes, I will stay and accept..." The head of the Mystic Demon Sect's eyes gradually dimmed, a blackish-gray hue spreading in his gaze. Suddenly, a skull jade the size of a fingernail on his body trembled and emitted a shrill scream.
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect was immediately jolted awake, his heart filled with horror:
"The Heartseed Demon Technique! Someone is performing the Heartseed Demon Technique on me right now!"
He looked down at the skull jade, seeing that the skull on it seemed to be screaming in terror, its mouth wide open.
The entire skull jade was already cracked, clearly beyond its capacity to warn him.
The "demon heart jade" used to protect his demon heart was now broken.
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
This was a more advanced form of the Heartseed Demon Technique!
Advanced to the point where even the demon heart jade given to him by Mystic Wanderer couldn't resist it.
Who could it be?!
Who could have a Heartseed Demon Technique even more advanced than Mystic Wanderer's?
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect was stunned.
An unmentionable name suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Devious..."
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect felt his soul flee, his legs turning weak, his entire body trembling.
But soon, his expression changed, and he urgently thought:
"No, that's not right!"
If it were that person's Heartseed Demon Technique, it would have been more direct, more intense, and more terrifying. At least for the few late Jindan-stage cultivators like himself, their divine perceptions would have been instantly overwhelmed, turning them into mindless puppets, fighting and devouring each other to death, leaving no room for contemplation.
"It couldn’t be anyone else. Who else could it be?"
"In this world, who else besides that person could wield such a devious Heartseed Demon Technique?"
The head of the Mystic Demon Sect’s pupils dilated, his heart filled with shock and confusion. Then, he suddenly realized:
"No, this isn’t the time to think about these things. No matter who is using the Heartseed Demon Technique, I need to escape quickly!"
"If I don’t escape now, I’m really going to die here!"
He wanted to run, but his feet felt as if they were filled with sand, heavy and immobile.
It was as if his consciousness had been separated from his instincts.
His body was no longer under his control.
Just then, that innocent yet eerie voice sounded in his ear again:
"Why do you want to leave? Don’t you want to become the Divine Lord’s servant?"
"Don’t you want to become the Divine Lord’s servant?"
"Don’t you want to be a servant?"
...
The voice echoed incessantly in his ears.
"I, I don’t..." The head of the Mystic Demon Sect, overwhelmed with fear, was suddenly consumed by anger, "I won’t be a servant, I’ll be your mother’s servant, you vile beast! Tempting my mind, I’ll kill you and tear you to pieces!"
He drew his magic sword, channeling the Mystic Demon Technique to its fullest, and began slashing wildly around, trying to find the source of the voice and eliminate the "demon" that was bewitching his mind.
Blood splattered as he cut down those around him.
But what he didn’t know was that he was killing his own fellow cultivators.
Similarly, as the blood and evil energy in the hall grew, the atmosphere of slaughter became more intense, testing their resolve even more.
A few other late-stage Jin Dan demon cultivators, whose minds were relatively steadfast, also began to lose control, starting to kill indiscriminately.
Like the head of the Mystic Demon Sect, they too wanted to eliminate the innocent yet eerie voice that echoed in their minds, but what they truly killed were their fellow cultivators.
Meanwhile, the blackness in their eyes deepened.
This was the Heartseed Demon Technique, planted in their faith in the Evil Deity.
As the Evil Deity’s powerful aura affected the hearts of all, the deeper the demon cultivators’ faith in the Great Wasteland Evil Deity, the deeper the Heartseed Demon Technique took hold.
This unprecedented method made the Heartseed Demon Technique far more powerful than its rank.
However, the deeper principles involving the Evil Deity and the Heartseed Demon Technique were incomprehensible to anyone except the caster.
The onlookers were confused, while the participants were plunged into endless madness and slaughter.
Amidst the endless carnage, a single thought gradually took hold in their minds:
"I want to become the Divine Lord’s servant!"
"I want to kill everyone and become the Divine Lord’s only servant!"
Just then, that innocent yet eerie voice echoed in everyone’s hearts again:
"You are not the only servant."
The demon cultivators were filled with anger.
The voice continued, "The only servant of the great Divine Lord is..."
"Mr. Tu."
The once chaotic hall fell silent.
All the demon cultivators, who had been in a frenzy, turned their black eyes toward the center of the hall, where Mr. Tu sat within the blood sacrifice formation, a lamp burning before him, maintaining some kind of "summoning" ritual.
A terrifying and eerie killing intent surged.
The demon cultivators guarding Mr. Tu felt their scalps tingle.
Everything that was happening was completely unexpected.
They had no idea what was going on or who was behind it.
They only vaguely sensed that since the door opened and the demon cultivator carrying a guillotine, covered in blood, burst in, it was as if a "Plague God" had entered, spreading its strange influence, driving the demon cultivators into madness and endless slaughter.
Now, with all the demon cultivators caught in the trap and infected, the target suddenly shifted to Mr. Tu.
To the great Yu Hua realm demon lord, the Divine Lord’s servant, who had been plotting for a thousand years—Mr. Tu.
The air froze like ice.
Then, in an instant, the killing intent erupted.
All the late-stage Jin Dan demon cultivators, their eyes black and minds deranged, pounced on Mr. Tu, intent on slaying the Divine Lord’s only servant and taking his place.
The ten demon cultivators guarding Mr. Tu, all late-stage Jin Dan experts, were the top defensive force in the Blood Sacrifice Formation. But in the face of the relentless, lifeless attacks from hundreds of demon cultivators, they could not hold.
Soon, the guards were torn apart, bitten, and corrupted by evil energy, their minds lost. Some even began chanting, "I am the Divine Lord’s only servant", and turned against Mr. Tu, joining the attack.
In the chaos, someone blew out the lamp in front of Mr. Tu.
The blood sacrifice ritual was instantly broken.
The backlash hit Mr. Tu, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his divine perception severely damaged. Trapped in his physical body, he was overwhelmed by the hundreds of demon cultivators...
...
The slaughter in the hall continued.
It would not stop until there was only one remaining "servant" of the Divine Lord.
Fiendish energy raged, and minds were driven to madness.
Blood flowed like a river, and corpses littered the ground.
Amid this brutal and bloody scene, no one noticed the slender figure of a young man slowly appearing.
He still bore the remnants of a strange black shadow, his gaze deep and his expression calm as he stepped over the countless dead bodies of demon cultivators.
Amid the madness and the eerie slaughter, he ascended the altar step by step.
Like a young Devious Daoist, he was ascending to his throne of power.
(End of Chapter)
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