Chapter 073: Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood (Second Update)

Kill, kill, kill!

These weak demons could hardly satisfy Lu Ye's thirst for slaughter.

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

As long as any living being dared to enter, he dared to kill.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor used Lu Ye's killings to attach his parasitic power onto Lu Ye.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor generally did not parasitize humans because the cultivation technique he practiced was a demonic scripture, and only by parasitizing demons could he achieve perfect symbiosis.

However, Lu Ye's talent was simply too tempting.

In his eyes, Lu Ye was the flower of enlightenment, the fruit of the Dao, a human-shaped Avenue.

As long as he could parasitize Lu Ye, he was even willing to abandon his true form.

So, what was a parasitic body?

Let Lu Ye kill to his heart's content.

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

He refused to believe that, as a Demon Emperor, he couldn't compete with a human at the Refining Void Realm for the Dao.

As time passed.

The corpses of demon beasts piled up, and the blood below had formed a river, with bodies stacked into mountains.

The pungent smell of blood was nauseating.

Yet, Lu Ye was thoroughly enjoying the current environment; it felt so comfortable.

Like a fish in water.

The Killing Lotus Seed continued to stimulate Lu Ye's killing intent.

Lu Ye's main consciousness watched this scene without any emotional fluctuation.

In fact, the current scene was not as sickening and painful as when he had to kill the young demons one by one.

He had never been a bloodthirsty person; when he completely annihilated the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor, it had utterly disgusted him.

Those tiny young beasts.

They had no ability to fight back, still in the midst of nursing.

But what could he do?

Once the killing began, it wasn't something that could be stopped at will.

It was too painful!

Throughout this, Vermilion Bird had been constantly trying to persuade him. Could he not know that he shouldn't slaughter the weak?

Vermilion Bird's words only deepened Lu Ye's pain.

The worldview and life philosophy he had formed since childhood told him that he must not slaughter the weak, that he must not be cruel.

But reality was also telling him that if he didn't kill, many more would die in the future.

At that time, Lu Ye had not yet grown to a state where his Dao heart was as firm as iron. He still felt heartache and was disgusted by the slaughter.

However, after that massacre, Lu Ye's heart grew increasingly hardened.

Killing was just killing, nothing more.

Back then, the young beasts still knew how to disguise themselves, pretending to be pitiful. Now, the young beasts that entered were much better, each with a ferocious expression. As soon as they entered, they became the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor's hosts.

How many have come?

A hundred thousand?

Looking at the mountain of corpses, it should be about that.

But why has the influx slowed down?

Lu Ye's main consciousness sensed something was wrong. He had already noticed the impatience of his current body.

The Demons were entering too slowly. Now, the body controlled by the urge to kill might rush into the vortex and enter the Demon Realm to have a good slaughter.

It wouldn't be a big deal to enter the Demon Realm and kill to his heart's content. The key issue was that he hadn't yet left his name on the Eternal Prodigy Leaderboard!

Earlier, watching his body kill so delightfully, he had almost forgotten one of his purposes for entering the Ancient Battlefield of Prodigies.

Lu Ye's blood-red eyes stared at the vortex.

With the simple and touching thoughts of his current body, he understood that there were many beings behind the vortex.

So he began to move.

Was he really going to leave?

Lu Ye felt a bit helpless. Fine, if he had to leave, then so be it. This couldn't be forced.

But what Lu Ye didn't expect was that while he was willing to leave, the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor was not willing to let him go.

This body was something the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor had set his heart on.

How could the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor tolerate this body running away before it had even left its name on the Eternal Prodigy Leaderboard?

Thus, more Demons rushed out. This time, many were under a hundred years old, their cultivation so weak that they even showed signs of aging.

No longer limited to young beasts under twenty, the number of available Demons was vast.

The reason for choosing young beasts before was that they hadn't required much investment. If they died, the Demon race could reproduce them, with low sunk costs.

Now, seeing that Lu Ye actually wanted to leave, they could no longer afford to worry about sunk costs.

Come in, all of you!

Go and die!

Thus, another round of Demon explosions ensued.

Lu Ye also stopped in his tracks, his expression serious, his stone sword swinging continuously, killing with great joy.

...

Nine Dragon Valley!

The disciples who escaped from the Ancient Battlefield of Prodigies gradually calmed down after some comforting, their initial panic subsiding.

This was only a temporary calm. The psychological trauma left by the Ancient Battlefield of Prodigies would accompany them for an unknown period, and how many times they would be startled awake by nightmares in the dead of night.

Cultivators are also human.

Everyone has their own mental limits.

Seeing their disciples stabilize emotionally, the sects that suffered heavy losses were deeply saddened.

A generational gap has appeared!

Sects like the YinYang Law Sect and the Supreme Empire are almost in a state of generational discontinuity among their younger cultivators.

In the future, other sects will have a batch of strong cultivators, and a simple addition could lead to a sect's decline.

"Mozhi, look at me. Do you remember who killed our fellow disciples?"

A senior from the Shanhe Pagoda Sect asked Xu Mozhi.

It was unimaginable that a cultivator at the Void Refining Realm could be frightened to such an extent.

Xu Mozhi's eyes were hollow.

In his mind, he saw the scene of his senior brother at the Unity Dao Realm summoning the Heavenly Net Shield, only to be smashed along with the shield into pieces by a single punch.

The flesh and blood were shattered into bits.

Everyone was dying, everyone was being crushed.

He ate Nascent Souls, one after another.

The Nascent Souls were bleeding.

"Ugh..."

Xu Mozhi vomited again, his once confident and gentlemanly demeanor in front of Bai Qiulan completely gone.

The people of the Shanhe Pagoda Sect were quite helpless.

They had to ask someone else.

Finally, there was a disciple who, because part of his vision was blocked, fled in panic and sorrow early enough that his mind was not too severely impacted.

He saw Lu Ye's appearance.

He took out paper and began to draw.

The first thing he drew was the murderous aura, burning like flames.

As he continued to describe, a young man with a ferocious and terrifying aura appeared on the paper.

The young man's appearance was as handsome as a legendary reader, but his expression was chillingly cold, the kind that could scare people into tears and silence a crying baby just by walking past.

"Is this the person?"

The disciple nodded vigorously.

"Are his eyes really that big?"

Looking at the eyes on the paper, which were as large as fists, the elder of the Shanhe Pagoda Sect was not very confident.

The proportion of the eyes is too exaggerated, isn't it?

The disciple continued to nod vigorously, "I saw it with my own eyes, they really look like this!"

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