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Chapter 590: The Hour Has Come
Chapter 590: The Hour Has Come
To be honest, Shen Yi's impression of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique was not very favorable.
Of course, it wasn't that the technique was overly demonic and evil. After all, among the demonic cultivation arts he had practiced, there were many cruel and ruthless methods, and some even involved eternal torment for captured demons.
Shen Yi didn't pay much attention to that.
What concerned him more was that this Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique seemed to affect the cultivator's mental state.
Just from the initial stages of learning it, he felt a dryness in his mouth and a strong urge to suppress the killing intent in his heart when taking action. If he were to truly reach the state of perfection and become the so-called Blood God, with only pure killing intent in his mind, wouldn't he turn into a bloodthirsty madman?
This made Shen Yi, who was used to maintaining his composure during battles, feel slightly uncomfortable.
Now, to have such a demonic technique performed by a group of demons was unimaginable, and he dared not think about what they would become in the end.
"Hmm."
Shen Yi calmed his mind and focused on the panel.
As the demons' lifespans rapidly diminished, the words on the panel changed at an astonishing speed.
The main force behind the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique was Yue Tianji, the eldest son of the Yue family. He had extensively studied the Daoist scriptures of various sects and was no less talented than the legitimate Heavenly Talents from Northern Nan Hong. Unfortunately, being a demon, and with a rather stubborn mind, he had suffered many setbacks.
As for the remaining demonic remnants, those at the Returning Void Realm could barely maintain their sanity, let alone comprehend the true essence of the blood god.
[After three thousand seven hundred years, with the help of you and the various hall masters, Yue Tianji struggled to continue the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique. However, human effort has its limits. In his form as the Disaster Unicorn, he found it difficult even to grasp the basics of the technique. Despite the support of such a long period of time, his progress remained slow, and he couldn't distinguish right from wrong.]
After an unknown amount of time, a shrill and desperate voice resonated in Shen Yi's mind.
"Please, my lord, activate the array! Let us experience the slaughter tribulation ourselves!"
It was clear that Yue Tianji, a barely Fusion Realm demon soul with an already unstable mind, was on the verge of collapse from this ten thousand-year-long simulation.
Without truly experiencing a slaughter tribulation, relying solely on Shen Yi's descriptions, his observations of the Blood God's essence, and random guesses, he could no longer make any progress. Instead, he showed signs of falling into a state of demonic possession.
"..."
Shen Yi paused for a moment, and his eyes filled with blood-red light that was almost tangible.
In an instant, the slaughter tribulation illusion array he envisioned devoured his divine soul.
And within the panel, the countless demonic remnants were also engulfed by the slaughter tribulation along with him!
For a moment, Shen Yi's mind was filled only with furious roars.
Even the beginner demons had almost all stained their hands with blood.
Just because Shen Yi could overcome the slaughter tribulation didn't mean they could too. This tribulation not only required ruthlessness and ferocity but also a stable and tempered mind, refining the purest killing intent. Otherwise, they would succumb to their murderous nature and transform into mindless beasts.
[After forty-three thousand years, you stand at the end of the slaughter tribulation illusion array, quietly observing the demons as they sink into the tribulation. As the master of the slaughter array, you can clearly see what they are going through—the deepest nightmares in their memories, cruelly replayed by you over and over again.]
Aside from normal battles, these demons had also committed heinous acts like patricide, cannibalism, and betraying their own kind.
To overcome this great tribulation, one must have a clear conscience and a pure soul.
With the demons' lifespans rapidly pouring in, time was stretched to the scale of ten thousand years.
Countless demonic remnants began to fall in large numbers.
Fortunately, Shen Yi was in control of this slaughter tribulation.
With a gentle wave of his hand, he released them from the array, returning them to their slumber.
However, after witnessing the experiences of these demons countless times, the crimson light in Shen Yi's eyes gradually dissipated.
He had only cultivated for a few years, and despite the long experiences within the panel, how could he remain unmoved by the tribulations of the world?
[After thirteen thousand seven hundred years, you tried countless times to close your eyes, but as the master of the slaughter tribulation, this action only made the scenes clearer. Each scene was vivid, with hideous faces contorted in tears and snot, permanently imprinted on your divine soul.]
[You watched as they sank into the tribulation for ten thousand years, eventually collapsing in exhaustion. The blood god's essence in your eyes gradually lost its purity, and your heart became increasingly indifferent. Until one demon soul had a gray mist rising from it.]
"What's happening?"
Shen Yi suddenly felt something amiss. The panel didn't reflect all the changes from the simulation on his body, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt a touch of deathly stillness.
He furrowed his brows slightly, spreading his palm, and watched as a strand of blood slowly transformed into a calm gray, devoid of any pure killing intent, leaving only a sense of unsettling emptiness.
[Immortal Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfeeling Dao: Entry]
Witnessing the suffering of mortals, one achieves the Unfeeling Grand Dao.
The immortal soul is indestructible, and suffering persists.
With the help of various demons, this art finally underwent a change.
The strand of gray mist swayed at his fingertips, reflecting into Shen Yi's pupils.
He slightly raised his head, his handsome and fair face looking down upon the world, with a sense of indifference as if the surging clouds and seas below were of no concern.
The slaughter array continued, the wails becoming more piercing, and more gray mist began to gather.
But the young man found it a bit annoying.
He slightly closed his eyes, once again accelerating the infusion of the demons' lifespans.
...
Nan Hong, outside the Peach Source Manor.
Across the vast land and water, a strand of aura firmly locked onto the more than ten zhang tall dark golden incarnation.
"Such composure."
The South Dragon King stood in the Azure Sea, not rushing forward, but maintaining a distance from which he could quickly return to the Dragon Cavern.
Even though the probability of being discovered by the Seven Sons of Nan Hong was minuscule, and even if they fought, it might not be at a disadvantage, this ancient dragon guarding Nan Hong still chose the safest approach.
The cultivation of this Virtuous Immortal was indeed very low.
It was probably only at the Returning Void level.
For the South Dragon King, keeping an eye on the opponent was the easiest thing, and the opponent had no means to send out any messages.
What surprised the South Dragon King was that after sensing its aura, this Virtuous Immortal was still so calm, living up to its reputation of being able to control its temper and finding an unconventional path to attract the Celestial Court's attention in Hongze.
It was a pity that being born in the Southern Marsh, even with an unconventional path, this road was still blocked.
The South Dragon King did not envy the opponent because it could guess the eventual fate of this Virtuous Immortal.
"This king should also thank the senior immortal."
What it truly cared about now was how to take advantage of this hard-earned opportunity to completely eliminate the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, this disaster.
Even if Zi Ling Immortal still cherished the blood ties with the Eastern Dragon Palace, the terrifying talent of this Shen Zongzhuang should be enough to help Hongze Great Immortal make up his mind.
"Please, senior immortal... be honest and don't cause trouble for this king!"
As the chilling words left his mouth, a vast demonic power instantly struck Qinghua, causing the golden body incarnation to sink slightly.
Qinghua slowly turned her eyes, glancing at the waters without saying more.
Seeing this, the South Dragon King finally smiled. According to its previous temperament, it would never have made such a meaningless reckless move, but after consecutive provocations, its calm exterior now concealed a restless heart.
Only this feeling, of making a future immortal bow in silence, could slightly alleviate the fury in its heart.
At this moment, the South Dragon King looked up at the sky, momentarily stunned, as intense joy appeared in its eyes.
The "Celestial Soldiers" it had been waiting for had finally arrived in Nan Hong! Unconsciously, it clenched its palm inside its sleeve.
This time, the South Dragon Palace suffered a devastating loss, with two Heavenly Realm Dragon Sons being killed.
But if it could lead to the annihilation of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, it would be worth it to be rid of them once and for all.
In the past, a palm strike took away Qin Jiaoyang, and now, it was time for another palm strike to let this new Nanyang Sect Master experience the unbearable pain his predecessor had felt!
Such arrogance deserved celestial punishment!
...
Upon sensing the disturbance in the aura on his body, Qinghua also raised his head, his hands on his knees clenching quietly.
The South Dragon King did not notice the strand of killing intent that slowly passed through the dark golden eyes of the towering incarnation.
Since following its master, Qinghua had never suffered such humiliation.
This time, it was no different from before.
...
Nanyang Sacred Ground, Summit Hall.
In the slightly dim hall, a tall and slender figure stood up unsteadily, his black robe fluttering without wind, making his body appear slightly thin.
His disheveled hair drifted, and his pale face was now completely indifferent, with pupils glowing dead gray.
If the original Blood God Technique made Shen Yi appear full of killing intent, terrifying to behold, then now, he was so intimidating that one dared not look directly at him. Just a glance would make one's heart inexplicably sink into despair, as if about to be engulfed by nothingness.
"Huff."
Shen Yi slowly raised his head, and behind him, several hall masters dared not speak, their faces still showing traces of fear. They had endured the endless slaughter tribulation for tens of millions of years.
An Yi was the only one who seemed relatively normal. After all, this little tiger demon had never killed anyone before, and the killings it committed after transforming into a Binding Stone were solely under Shen Yi's orders, so it didn't experience any mental tribulations.
The fatigue on her face was simply due to spending too much time within the panel.
However, the aura emanating from the current master made her feel a hint of fear. Compared to before, he seemed like a completely different person.
The previous Shen Yi was also calm and decisive, but An Yi could sense the turmoil in his heart; he just didn't like to show it.
But now, the youth before her had a heart as still as a dead sea. It seemed like nothing could faze him.
Such a cultivation path was truly terrifying, as if he was only moving forward for the sake of moving forward, without any attachments or concerns.
Even the several palace masters who knew Shen Yi best felt this way, let alone others.
Shen Yi slowly took a step forward, and countless gray mists, thin as silk threads, peeled away from his body, leaving behind a gray silhouette that quickly dissipated.
His eyes returned to their pitch-black state, and after a brief moment of daze, he looked at his palms with a hint of helplessness.
Well, this time he couldn't blame the numerous demons.
After all, even Yue Tianji hadn't raised any objections, and this Immortal Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfeeling Dao technique was entirely his creation.
Previously, he had worried about the influence of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique on his mind.
But now, there was no need to worry.
Once he used this Immortal Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfeeling Dao technique, even if the people he cared about the most fell before him, Shen Yi could ensure that he remained extremely calm.
After all, within the Slaughter Tribulation Illusion Array, he had repeatedly witnessed even more cruel scenes countless times.
Unlike the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art, which required the assistance of Treasure Mountain, or the Supreme Nether Mansion, which was jointly nurtured by all the demons in the Western Demon Hall, the advancement of this technique was a manifestation of Shen Yi's rich foundation, accumulated from the demons he had personally slain since his arrival.
[Remaining Years of Demons: 472,000 years]
[Immortal Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfeeling Dao: Perfection]
Shen Yi turned slightly: "You follow me, the rest of you stay here and guard."
"We obey the master's decree!"
Ke Shisan bowed respectfully and then transformed into radiant light, entering Shen Yi's forehead.
Seeing that their master had finally returned to normal, the palace masters also heaved a collective sigh of relief: "We obey your command."
It wasn't that Shen Yi was careless; it was mainly because they were dealing with a Late Heavenly Realm existence, and the remaining palace masters were indeed of little use against someone of the same realm, especially someone as powerful as the South Dragon King.
Not to mention An Yi and Yu Lan, even Shen Yi himself still vividly remembered the feeling of powerlessness when facing the South Dragon King's claw.
Fortunately, the South Dragon King had emerged.
Shen Yi stepped out of the palace door, and his figure instantly appeared at the foot of the mountain.
In the past, Li Qingfeng would be waiting here, but today it was Xuan Qing.
"Sect Master... Are you going out?"
It could be said that among the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, apart from those who followed Shen Yi out, no one trusted this young sect master more than Xuan Qing, who had personally witnessed Shen Yi's journey from the late stage of the Merging into Spirit Realm, breaking through twelve barriers, entering the White Jade Capital, and finally ascending to the Celestial Realm.
But after connecting the recent events and carefully pondering for a long time, Xuan Qing couldn't help but come here and ask this question.
His heart had reached the pinnacle of unease.
The sect master had once hinted at the idea of challenging Hongze Great Immortal.
However, Xuan Qing didn't take it too seriously, knowing that once the sect master truly reached that level, this thought would quickly fade away.
But today was different.
He sensed that the sect master seemed to be taking the first step in that direction.
Once this step was taken, regardless of the chances of success or how slim the odds, once it was truly taken, there would be no turning back.
Shen Yi didn't respond, only nodding slightly and then patting Xuan Qing's arm reassuringly: "Rest assured, it will be soon."
The time had come, and with opportunity knocking, there was no reason to hesitate.
"Hmm!"
Xuan Qing's breath suddenly became heavy, as he didn't quite understand what his sect master meant by 'soon.'
But he could tell that his master was about to risk his life.
The sect master was always in a hurry, unlike other cultivators, giving everyone who knew him the feeling of being dragged along.
"So, is it the South Dragon King?!"
Xuan Qing suddenly looked up, only to find that Shen Yi's figure had already disappeared within the Nan Yang Sacred Ground.
(End of Chapter)
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