Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

suddenly!

The cultivator from the Purgatory Clan clutched his chest, his face instantly turning deathly pale, his lips trembling slightly, and a sharp pain shooting through his heart!

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly.

call!
Whoosh!!
He could barely breathe at that moment, all his strength was rapidly draining away, and he could barely stand.

see,

The other cultivator standing beside him was taken aback, his face showing confusion and worry.
He was of lower cultivation level and was the younger brother of this Golden Core cultivator. He subconsciously pressed for an answer:

"Brother, are you also experiencing a sudden, inexplicable unease?"

"Ok!"

The cultivator from the Purgatory Clan nodded with difficulty, his brows furrowing even more deeply, his tone filled with unease and gravity.

He suppressed the piercing pain in his heart, slowly released his grip, and said:

"We both feel an inexplicable unease, and it's so intense that it seems a great danger is about to befall the tribe."
This is no coincidence; it's likely an impending catastrophe!

"You immediately notify all the monks in the tribe, regardless of whether they are old, weak, women, or children."

Those disciples who were still cultivating immediately stood up, abandoned everything, and gathered in the square.
At the same time, the tribe's only defensive formation was activated to guard the tribe's entrance and prevent anyone from leaving.

No one is allowed to move around freely!

Go now! You have to be quick!
Perhaps, this is how we might have a glimmer of hope!

His voice was urgent and decisive, a resolute glint in his eyes.
There was no time to hesitate; every second mattered for the survival of the entire tribe.

"Um!

"Don't worry, cousin, I'll go and inform everyone right away!"

The other cultivator dared not be negligent in the slightest; his unease instantly reached its peak, and his face turned pale.

He nodded quickly, turned around and was about to run deeper into the tribe, his steps hurried yet urgent.

As he finished speaking, just as he was about to turn and leave—

call out!
Whoosh!
A series of multicolored beams of light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, crashed down from the sky like deadly blades.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limits of the Purgatory Clan cultivators.

Almost instantly, it appeared in this small tribe, instantly enveloping the entire tribe without missing a single one.

At the same time.

A jet-black beam of light and a chilling, bluish-green beam of light, like two precise arrows, directly enveloped the two cultivators from the Purgatory Clan.

The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The pillar of light emanated a terrifying devouring power, instantly immobilizing the two individuals and rendering them unable to move an inch.

The power within him was also instantly sealed.

They didn't even have the strength to shout.

"No!"

"Brother! Save me!"

I don't want to die!

Two piercing screams, filled with boundless fear and despair, emanated from the pillar of light.
The sound was heart-wrenching and unbearable to hear.

However, the scream lasted only a moment before completely dissipating into the world.
As if it had never been heard, it was completely annihilated by the devouring power of the pillar of light.

Upon closer inspection, the surfaces of the black and blue pillars of light each bore the outline of a ferocious demon god.

The demonic phantom had crimson eyes, bared fangs, and its body was covered in eerie runes, exuding a chilling killing intent and a sinister aura.
The two cultivators within the pillar of light were dissolving and vaporizing at a visible speed.
Their souls and bodies, along with the fundamental laws and essence within them, were being rapidly devoured and absorbed by the pillar of light.
In the end, it was completely refined without leaving even a trace.

A moment later...

The blurry figures within the two pillars of light vanished, completely transforming into nourishment for the pillars and merging into the phantom of the demon god.

However, the images of demon gods outlined with patterns on the surface of those two beams of light seemed to be a bit clearer than before.
The demon god's eyes became more agile and ferocious, and the demonic energy around him intensified.
As if absorbing the essence and origin of the cultivators, these demonic phantoms sealed on the millstone are slowly awakening.

It is regaining its former power and exuding an even more terrifying aura.

Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light crashed down from the sky, illuminating the tribe in a dreamlike world of interwoven colors.

The colorful light looked dazzling and was full of a dreamlike quality.

However, beneath this dreamlike scene lurks a deadly trap.
It was a catastrophic disaster.

It was a merciless massacre.

next moment,
In this dreamlike world where colors intertwine...

From different directions came a series of piercing screams.
There were the wails of the elderly, the cries of children, and the roars of monks filled with anger and resentment...

But they all vanished in an instant, drowned out by the roar of the beams of light.

In just a few moments, the entire tribe was devoid of any life.
All the cultivators of the Purgatory Clan, regardless of age, gender, or cultivation level, were completely devoured by the pillar of light.

Only a dilapidated stone house remained, along with an increasingly strong stench of blood permeating the air.

And that chilling, deathly silence,

It was as if this tribe had never existed on this land, completely erased from existence.

the other side,
The countless streams of light, each a different color, that shot out from the holy city disappeared after escaping its confines...
They then scattered in different directions, like startled birds, frantically fleeing in all directions of the Purgatory Continent with all their might.

They dared not linger for even a moment, nor dared they be careless in the slightest.
All I wanted was to get as far away as possible from the terrifying presence atop the sacred mountain, escape this catastrophic disaster, disappear into the horizon, find a secluded place, and save my life.

Even if it's just barely clinging to life.

One of the streaks of light, stretching across the sky, shot out at an alarming speed.

Within the escaping light...
His aura was refined and powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators. He was none other than Situ, the one in the blood-red robe who fled the Holy City at the first sign of trouble.

His cultivation was profound, comparable to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, making him a powerful figure of considerable status within the Purgatory Clan.

At this moment, he exerted all his strength, his body radiating a burst of crimson light, moving with lightning speed, daring not to pause for even a moment.

They didn't even have the courage to look back in the direction of the sacred mountain.
I just wanted to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible; I had only one thought in my mind.

—To survive.

suddenly.

He froze, a powerful, overwhelming sense of unease causing him to instinctively halt his escape. He hovered in mid-air, his face deathly pale, devoid of any color.
His eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

The hairs on his body stood on end, his internal energy became chaotic, his blood and qi surged, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked down at his chest; his heart was pounding wildly.
As if it were about to burst through my chest, an inexplicable threat of death loomed before me, within reach.

This caused him to tremble uncontrollably; a deep fear surged from the depths of his heart, engulfing his entire body.

It was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

"what happened?"

Situ was filled with confusion and panic, and subconsciously murmured,
Her voice trembled, tinged with disbelief.
"I, Situ, am already hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Holy City."

Even if that mysterious Nascent Soul senior, whose combat power far surpasses that of the High Priest and whose supernatural abilities are unpredictable, could not possibly have completely suppressed the High Priest in such a short time!
Moreover.

"We're still so far apart. Even if he wanted to eradicate all the cultivators of the Purgatory Clan, it wouldn't be my turn, would it?"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the fear and panic in his heart, his brows furrowed tightly, and thought to himself:

"However, a cultivator's intuition is always incredibly accurate and has never been wrong."

The higher one's cultivation level, the sharper one's intuition becomes.

Could it be that the mysterious Nascent Soul senior possesses some unknown and strange method that allows him to lock onto my aura across hundreds of thousands of miles?
"Able to attack me from a distance?"

in an instant,
A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Fear surged like a tide, constantly churning within him, making him restless and unable to sit still.

Even the aura around his body became increasingly chaotic.

"No! We can't be careless!"

This place is too dangerous to stay in!

Since my intuition tells me there's danger, the only way is to leave the Purgatory Continent completely and head to the depths of the Forbidden Sea. The vastness of the waters there provides good cover, and perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope to escape this calamity and save my life!

Once this thought crossed his mind, he no longer hesitated. His figure blurred, and he unleashed another burst of power, even stronger than before.

Its crimson radiance almost solidified.
The crimson streak of light, which had been fleeing towards the heart of the Purgatory Continent, suddenly veered off course in the void, changing direction and flying at full speed towards the edge of the Purgatory Continent.
It moved at an extreme speed, becoming a blur.

Now all he wants is to cross the Purgatory Continent as quickly as possible, get away from that mysterious and powerful being, and seek a glimmer of hope for survival.

Just then...
A jet-black beam of light, like a demonic blade falling from the heavens, descended from the sky.

The speed was so fast that it surpassed the thought process of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

It also exceeded his reaction limit.

Almost instantly, it appeared above his head, carrying a suction force that devoured the heavens and earth, and a destructive power that enveloped him directly.

He was not given any chance to dodge or resist, not even a moment to catch his breath.

This Situ from the Purgatory Clan didn't even have time to react.
There wasn't enough time to activate the defensive magic weapon.
There wasn't enough time to gather the power of the laws to resist.
Before they could even let out a scream, they were instantly enveloped by the black beam of light.

The figure was completely swallowed up by the beam of light and could no longer be seen; not even a trace of its aura was leaked out.

Inside the pillar of light...
A terrifying devouring power erupted wildly, like a greedy beast, frantically absorbing his physical body, soul, and essence.

His body melted and vaporized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The soul struggled violently within the pillar of light, unleashing all its power to break free, but it couldn't budge the pillar of light an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as he was devoured bit by bit, feeling the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

In less than a breath...
That Nascent Soul Realm peak cultivator, Situ, then completely vanished from the world.
Not even a single fragment of its soul remained; it was completely devoured by the pillar of light.

Even his physical body, which was comparable to a magical artifact, was absorbed by the pillar of light.

Then, the black beam of light that had been hanging down gradually dimmed, turning into a wisp of dark demonic energy, which flew back into the [Purgatory Annihilation Millstone] and merged into the phantom of the demon god on the surface of the millstone.

Looking at it again, the phantom of the demon god became clearer, and its aura became even more terrifying.

Even the ferocity in his eyes had intensified.

Such a scene...

This is happening continuously in every corner of the entire Purgatory Continent.

There was not a trace of pity, not a trace of mercy.

Even in remote small tribes?
Whether it's the cultivators who are frantically fleeing?
Or are they the strong who hold their ground and attempt to resist using formations?
Even the elderly, the weak, women, and children could not escape this calamity, nor could they escape the clutches of death.

A series of multicolored beams of light descended.

Like a barrage of deadly arrows, they devoured the essence and life force of countless cultivators from the Purgatory Clan.
The piercing screams rose and fell, echoing through the heavens and earth, yet they vanished in an instant.

As the countless cultivators of the Purgatory Clan who had lived on the Purgatory Continent for so long gradually perished...
The myriad demons and gods imprinted on the surface of the Great Millstone of Purgatory, which floats in the air like clouds hanging from the sky, have become even more lifelike.

It was as if there were truly supreme demon gods sealed within this terrifying magical treasure.

same.

As time passed, the fluctuations emanating from this spiritual treasure became increasingly terrifying.

Sha Minghong, who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, now had his previously somewhat chaotic aura completely condensed into a single, unified state.

It resembles a bottomless ancient well.

Only the occasional ripple reveals the still-unsettled fluctuations of the laws beneath.

Obviously.

This subtle instability stems from the recent engulfment.

The law particles transformed from the High Priest of the Purgatory Clan contained a lifetime of insights and memories. Although he had forcibly absorbed them into his body and circulated them using a supreme secret technique, completely plundering them...
However, the majestic origin of the laws cannot be completely transformed into one's own by Sha Minghong in an instant.

However, this situation is also reasonable.

Looking back, the High Priest and Cheng Buzheng shared the ancestral blessing, and it took them many long years of sitting in meditation to barely digest that opportunity.

Even if Shark Minghong's secret techniques are more domineering and profound, and his supernatural powers far exceed the imagination of this world...
However, expecting him to absorb all the insights into the laws comparable to those of a cultivator at the Void Refinement Realm in such a short time is ultimately a pipe dream.

This is neither realistic,
It also goes against the natural order and common sense.

"Oh!

This traitorous brat has more secrets than I expected.

Sha Minghong's mind sank into his sea of ​​consciousness as he flipped through the High Priest's memory fragments, a cold smile curving his lips.

"The method for forging the Blood God Body that I bestowed upon the Divine Envoy lineage back then was actually obtained by him through such scheming means..."

He does have some cleverness, though.

Unfortunately, his plans were incomplete, and he ultimately became trapped in his own self-imposed limitations, confined to the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator and unable to make any further progress.

Otherwise, it would have been much more difficult for me to capture him today.

Obviously!

Through that domineering secret technique, all the secrets in the High Priest's memory were no longer concealed in front of Shark Minghong.

Just like looking at the lines on a palm, you can understand everything about it.

...(End of this chapter)