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 a favorable one.

Of course, it wasn't that the technique was overly demonic, as many of the demonic cultivation methods he had practiced before also contained brutal and cruel means, some even involving the capture and eternal torment of demons.

Shen Yi wasn't too concerned about that.

What he was more mindful of was that this Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique would clearly affect the practitioner's mental state.

Just at the initial stage of learning, he felt his mouth go dry and his heart stirred with a sense of killing intent that was hard to suppress. If he were to truly reach the perfect state of this technique and become the so-called Blood God, with only the purest killing intent left in his mind, wouldn't he turn into a crazed killer?

This made Shen Yi, who was used to maintaining his composure during battles, feel slightly uncomfortable.

Now, to have this inherently demonic technique further interpreted by a group of demons, he couldn't even begin to imagine what the end result would be.

"Huff."

Shen Yi calmed his mind and focused his gaze on the panel.

As the demons' lifespans rapidly diminished, the words in the prompts also changed at an astonishing speed.

The main force behind the interpretation of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique was naturally Yue Tianji, the eldest son of the Yue family, who was well-versed in the scriptures of various sects and not inferior to the orthodox celestial prodigies of Northern Flood. Unfortunately, being a demon, he also had a rather stubborn mind that often got him into trouble.

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"After three thousand and seven hundred years, with the help of you and many palace lords, Yue Tianji struggled to interpret the subsequent stages of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique. But human effort has its limits, and in his form as Huo Lin, even the initial stages of the technique were difficult for him. Despite the support of such a long period, his progress remained slow, and he was unable to distinguish right from wrong."

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No one knew how long had passed when a desolate and desperate voice suddenly echoed in Shen Yi's mind.

"Please, my lord, activate the array! Let us experience the Slaughter Tribulation ourselves!"

It was evident that Yue Tianji, barely at the Dao Fusion Realm, coupled with his already unstable mind, was on the verge of collapse in this interpretation spanning tens of thousands of years.

Without truly experiencing a Slaughter Tribulation, relying solely on Shen Yi's descriptions, his observations of the Blood God's true intent, and random guesses, he had reached a point where he could no longer make any further progress. Instead, he showed signs of veering off into a path of self-destruction.

"..."

Shen Yi paused for a moment, and his eyes filled with an intense blood-red glow.

In an instant, the Slaughter Tribulation illusion he envisioned swallowed his divine soul.

And on the panel, the countless strands of demons' lingering thoughts were also enveloped by the Slaughter Tribulation along with him!

For a moment, Shen Yi's mind was filled only with furious roars.

Even the initial stage demons were almost all stained with blood on their hands.

But the Slaughter Tribulation that Shen Yi could overcome did not mean that they could pass it as well. This tribulation not only required ruthlessness and ferocity but also a stable mind and the tempering of the purest killing intent. Otherwise, they would only unleash their demonic nature and transform into mindless beasts.

"After forty-three thousand years, you stood at the end of the Slaughter Tribulation illusion, quietly observing the demons as they sank into the tribulation. As the master of the Slaughter Array, you could clearly see what they were experiencing—the deepest, darkest nightmares from their memories, which you cruelly replayed over and over again."

Aside from normal enmities and killings, many of these demons also had experiences similar to patricide, cannibalism, and betraying their own kind.

To pass this great tribulation, one had to have a clear conscience and a pure divine soul to break free.

As the demons' lifespans poured in frantically, time was stretched to the point of being counted in tens of thousands of years.

Countless strands of demons' lingering thoughts began to fall in large numbers.

Fortunately, this Slaughter Tribulation was under Shen Yi's control.

With a slight wave of his hand, he released them from the array and returned them to their slumber.

However, after witnessing countless instances of the experiences these demons had gone through, the crimson in Shen Yi's eyes gradually dissipated.

He had only cultivated for a few years, and despite the long experiences in the panel, how could he possibly remain unmoved by the tribulations of the world?

"After one hundred and thirty-seven thousand years, you tried countless times to close your eyes, but as the master of the Slaughter Tribulation, this action only made you see more clearly. Each scene was vivid, with hideous faces and tears and mucus flying. These bizarre images were deeply imprinted in your divine soul."

"You watched them sink for ten thousand years, and eventually, they collapsed in exhaustion. The Blood God's true intent in your eyes gradually lost its purity, and your heart became increasingly indifferent. Until one demon soul had a strand of gray mist floating above it."

"What's going on?"

Shen Yi suddenly felt something amiss. The panel wouldn't reflect all the changes from the interpretation onto himself, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt a touch of deathly stillness.

He seemed to have lost most of his emotions.

He furrowed his brows slightly, spread out his palm, and watched as a strand of blood slowly transformed into a calm gray mist, devoid of any pure killing intent. Only a sense of emptiness that made one's heart anxious remained.

[Immortal. Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfettered Path: Entry]



Observing the suffering of all living beings, one achieves the Unfettered Great Dao.

Demon souls are indestructible, and suffering persists forever.

With the help of numerous demons and monsters, this cultivation technique finally underwent a transformation.

The gray mist swayed at his fingertips, reflecting into Shen Yi's pupils.

He slightly raised his head, and on his fair and handsome face, there was a sense of detachment as if looking down upon the turbulent clouds of the mortal world, while his heart remained calm.

The killing array continued, and the wails became increasingly shrill as more gray mist gathered.

But the young man only felt a bit annoyed.

He slightly closed his eyes, once again accelerating the infusion of the demons' life force.

...

Southern Flood, outside the Peach Source Manor.

Across the distant waters, a strand of spiritual energy tightly locked onto the dark golden dharma form, towering over ten zhang.

"Such composure?"

The Southern Dragon King stood in the midst of the Blue Sea, not rushing forward, but maintaining a distance that allowed him to return to the Dragon's Lair at any time.

Even though the probability of being discovered by the Southern Seven Sons was negligible, and even if they did engage in combat, he might not be at a disadvantage, this ancient dragon guarding the Southern Flood still chose the safest approach.

The cultivation of this "Virtue Immortal" was truly low.

It was probably just at the Return to Void Realm.

For the Southern Dragon King, keeping an eye on the opponent was the easiest thing to do, and the opponent had no means to send out any messages.

What surprised him slightly was that after sensing his spiritual energy, this Virtue Immortal was still able to remain so calm. Indeed, he was worthy of being able to endure and find an unconventional path, attracting the attention of the Immortal Court in the Hongze region.

What a pity, being born in the Southern Marsh, even with an unconventional path, this road was also blocked.

The Southern Dragon King did not envy the opponent, for he could probably guess the eventual fate of this Virtue Immortal.

"This king should thank you, senior."

What he truly cared about now was how to take advantage of this hard-earned opportunity to thoroughly eliminate the Southern Seven Sons, this scourge.

Even if the Purple Ling Fairy still cherished the bloodline bond with the Eastern Dragon Palace, this terrifying talent of Shen Zongzhu should be enough to help the Hongze Great Immortal make up his mind.

"Please, senior... be a little more honest and don't cause trouble for this king!"

As his words trailed off, a vast demonic power instantly descended upon Qinghua, causing the golden body of the dharma form to sink slightly.

Qinghua slowly turned her head, glancing at the waters without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, the Southern Dragon King finally smiled. According to his previous temperament, he would never have made such a meaningless reckless move. But after experiencing continuous provocations, beneath his calm exterior, his heart had already become restless.

Only this feeling could ease the rage in his heart, allowing a future immortal to bow in silence.

At this moment, the Southern Dragon King looked up towards the horizon, and after a brief daze, a surge of joy appeared in his eyes.

The "Celestial Soldiers and Generals" he had been waiting for had finally arrived in the Southern Flood!

Unconsciously, he reached into his sleeve.

This time, the Southern Dragon Palace had suffered a devastating loss, as two dragon princes at the Heaven Realm had been slain.

However, if it could lead to the annihilation of the Southern Seven Sons, and from then on, they could be free of trouble, it would be worth it.

Initially, an immortal had slapped Qin Jiaoyang, and now, he should slap again, letting this new Nanyang Sect Leader experience the unbearable pain his predecessor had felt!

Such arrogance deserved immortal punishment!

...

After sensing the disturbance in the spiritual energy on his body, Qinghua also raised her head, and the hand resting on her knees quietly clenched.

The Southern Dragon King did not notice the strand of killing intent that slowly swept through the dark golden eyes of the towering dharma form.

Since following her master, Qinghua had never suffered such humiliation.

This time, it was no different from before.

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Nanyang Holy Land, Summit Hall.

In the slightly dim hall, a tall and slender figure stood up unsteadily, and the ink-colored robe on his body billowed without any wind, making his body appear slightly thin.

As his messy hair fluttered, his fair face had completely turned indifferent, and his pupils were filled with a lifeless gray.

If the Blood God Technique had made Shen Yi appear fiercely murderous and terrifying, then now, he was so intimidating that people dared not look directly at him. Just a glance would make one's spirit inexplicably feel hopeless, as if about to sink into nothingness.

"Huff."

Shen Yi slowly raised his head, and behind him, several hall masters dared not speak, their expressions still bearing traces of fear. The endless tribulations they had endured for tens of thousands of years.

Even An Yi was relatively normal.

After all, this little tiger demon had never killed anyone before, and the killings it committed later were only after it became a Spirit Rock and followed Shen Yi's orders. It had no concept of a heart tribulation.

The fatigue on her face was simply due to staying inside the panel for too long.

However, the aura emanating from the current master made her feel a hint of fear. Compared to before, he was like a completely different person.

The previous Shen Yi, although equally calm and decisive, had his inner turmoil sensed by An Yi. He just didn't like to show it on the surface.

But the youth before her now had a heart as still as a dead sea. It seemed like no matter what happened, he didn't care at all.

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 hall masters who knew Shen Yi best felt this way, let alone others.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly took a step forward, and at the same time, countless gray mists as thin as silk threads peeled away from his body, leaving a gray silhouette in place, which quickly dissipated.

His eyes returned to their pitch-black state, and after a brief daze, he looked at his palms with a hint of helplessness.

Alright, this time, he couldn't blame the numerous demons and monsters.

After all, even Yue Tianji didn't raise any objections, and this Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfettered Path was entirely created by Shen Yi himself.

He had previously worried about the influence of the Ten Tribulation Blood God Technique on his mind.

Now, there was no need to worry.

Because once this Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfettered Path was activated, even if the people he cared about the most fell before him one after another, Shen Yi could ensure that he remained extremely calm.

After all, in the Slaughter Tribulation Illusion Array, he had repeatedly witnessed even more cruel scenes countless times.

Unlike Sacred Mountain Tranquil Sky Technique, which required the help of a treasure mountain, or Supreme Nether Mansion, which was nurtured by the combined efforts of all the demons and monsters in the Western Palace, this cultivation technique's advancement process was a manifestation of Shen Yi's rich foundation, accumulated from the demons and monsters he had personally slain since his arrival.

[Remaining Demon Life Span: 4720,000 years]



[Immortal. Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfettered Path: Perfected]



Shen Yi turned slightly: "Follow me, the rest of you continue to guard here."

"We obey the master's decree!"

Ke Shisan bowed respectfully and then transformed into Flowing Light, disappearing into Shen Yi's forehead.

The hall masters, seeing that the master had finally returned to normal, all breathed a sigh of relief: "We will follow your orders."

It wasn't that Shen Yi was careless, but it involved the Late Heaven Realm... and the Southern Dragon King, an almost invincible existence at the same stage. The remaining hall masters indeed had little use.

Not to mention An Yi and Yu Lan, even himself felt powerless when facing the Southern Dragon King's claw, and that feeling was still fresh in his memory.

Fortunately, the opponent had finally emerged.

Shen Yi stepped out of the hall, and his figure instantly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

Previously, Li Qingfeng would wait here, but today it was Xuan Qing.

"Sect Master... are you going out?"

It could be said that apart from those who followed Shen Yi out, among the Southern Seven Sons, 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 Fusion of Dao Realm, breaking through twelve barriers, entering the White Jade Capital, and finally attaining the Dao in the Nanyang Holy Land.

But after connecting the recent events and carefully pondering for a long time...

Xuan Qing still couldn't hold back and came here, asking this question.

His heart had reached the peak of anxiety.

The sect master had once hinted to him about the idea of opposing Hongze Great Immortal.

However, Xuan Qing didn't take it too seriously, as he knew 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 this direction.

Once this step was taken, regardless of the chances of success or how slim the odds were, as long as he truly took that step, there would be no turning back.

"..."

Shen Yi didn't respond, only nodding and then lightly patting Xuan Qing's arm: "Rest assured, it will be quick."

The time had come, and with opportunity knocking, there was no reason to hesitate.

"Heh!"

Xuan Qing's breathing suddenly became heavy. He didn't quite understand what the sect master meant by 'quick.'

But he could tell that the sect master was about to risk his life.

His sect master was always in a hurry, unlike other cultivators, giving everyone who knew him the feeling of being dragged forward.

"So, is it the Southern Dragon King?!"

Xuan Qing suddenly looked up, only to find that Shen Yi's figure had already disappeared within the Nanyang Holy Land.

(End of Chapter)

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