The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Inside the main hall of the Dao Sect, Sect Leader Qingfeng repeatedly instructed, "Fifth Junior Sister, you must be careful in everything you do on your journey to the mortal realm. Also, Bingwen has never truly experienced anything before and lacks experience. You must guide him a lot. Most importantly, don't lead him astray. Our sect is enough with just one troublemaker like you!"

Qingwu was tired of hearing these words and said impatiently, "I know, I know, I will never let your precious darling be kidnapped by someone else. No one but me can bully him! You can rest assured! It's better for him to stay there than next to his heartless senior uncle!"

Sect Leader Qingfeng was speechless at his junior sister's answer, but he knew she was just too lazy to listen to his rambling, so he steered the conversation toward Yu Bingwen.

"Bingwen, remember what I told you. You must protect yourself. This is the first real experience in your life. It can be said to be very difficult, but I believe you will gain a lot from this journey."

"Yes, disciple will remember Master's teachings."

Qingfeng nodded, then said, "Bingwen, since you have decided to take the path of all living beings as your way, cultivating this path requires entering the world. Entering the world inevitably involves karma, and karma is the greatest test on the path of cultivation. Many cultivators have died and perished because they could not resolve karma. Therefore, many cultivators do not wish to cultivate the path of all living beings, not only because the cultivation is extremely difficult, but also because they need to have sufficiently high aptitude and a strong enough will. These are just the basic requirements. The most terrifying thing is facing countless karmas and having to unravel their mysteries in order to have any hope of successfully ascending. This process is not only long but also fraught with danger. This path is the most difficult to walk!"

Qingfeng watched his disciple deep in thought, observing his every move. Yu Bingwen only pondered slightly, his eyes filled with determination. Just from his expression, Qingfeng knew that his disciple was determined to cultivate the Path of All Living Beings. He felt both gratified and bittersweet. He was gratified that his eldest disciple had the courage to face all difficulties and still choose the Path of All Living Beings, yet he also felt bittersweet that he had chosen the most difficult path among the myriad paths.

Throughout history, very few have cultivated the Way of All Living Beings. Although they were all great figures of their time and were revered by all generations, far more died on this path than succeeded.

The Path of All Living Beings is extremely domineering. Those who cultivate it are essentially geniuses among geniuses, one in ten thousand. They not only easily crush those of the same level but are also deeply favored by the Heavenly Dao. Almost all of them are chosen ones. However, with good comes bad. The world has laws, and the power of these laws cannot be overstepped. Even with the protection of the Heavenly Dao, they cannot escape them. Their path is more arduous than that of ordinary people. They must confront not only themselves but also all things. Without a strong will, the burdens they bear can easily lead them astray or trap them in a vicious cycle, hindering their progress on their path. When they die, they truly disappear from this world; they cannot be reincarnated like other cultivators. They attain the Dao by harnessing the power of this world, and when they die, their bodies and Dao dissipate, they will inevitably give back to this world. Their flesh and blood will nourish various heavenly treasures, while their souls will dissipate, merging with all things and becoming a part of this world.

The gentle breeze suppressed its thoughts and softly said, "Go! Your path is on the way. Go pursue your righteousness and prove your way."

Qingwu and Yu Bingwen took their leave together and headed towards the sect's main gate.

Qingfeng watched their departing figures, recalling the discussions he had held with the other four major sects the previous day. They unanimously decided that the Dao Sect would be primarily responsible for investigating the veracity of the news regarding the Seven Star Spirit Pearl; if true, the five major sects would join forces to search for it. The Buddhist Sect would be responsible for checking for any unusual activity in the seal; and the Xuan Nu Palace and the Ji Shi Sect would be responsible for monitoring the movements of the demon race and the monster race, respectively.

As the recollection ended, Qingfeng sighed and murmured to himself, "Could it be that the secret of heaven that our ancestor once foresaw—this cataclysmic calamity—is truly about to arrive? Can Bingwen really survive this calamity alongside the other chosen ones? Will the destined ones from another world truly arrive?"

Within the dark and empty demon palace, a stunningly beautiful woman leaned against her throne, her hand resting on her forehead. Sensing someone's entry, she slowly opened her eyes, her purple pupils revealing a languid air. The newcomer bowed and reported, "Demon Queen, just as you suspected, those sects are also searching for the Spirit Pearl in the mortal realm. The Dao Sect has even secretly sent their sect leader's personal disciple, Yu Bingwen, and the Fifth Elder, Qingwu, supposedly to the mortal realm for training. However, in my humble opinion, they are probably also searching for the Spirit Pearl."

After a moment's thought, the Demon Queen said, "Qingwu's Heaven-Slaying Technique is extremely powerful. As for Yu Bingwen, he is young but has already achieved a high level of cultivation, making him a leader among the younger generation. Once he grows up, he will definitely become a formidable enemy for us. If the two of them find the Spirit Pearl, our plan will probably be difficult to implement."

A fierce glint flashed in her purple eyes, then returned to normal. She lowered her gaze to the black-robed figure kneeling in the hall, wearing a half-silver mask that revealed half of his effeminate face, but the ferocity and coldness in his eyes were chilling.

The woman on the throne parted her lips slightly and said, "Ling Han, how long have you been by my side?"

Ling Han inwardly grumbled, "Why would the Demon Queen suddenly ask this?" But he remained respectful on the surface and answered in a deep voice, "It has been more than 1,500 years."

The Demon Queen sighed softly and said, "Has it been so many years?" Then she chuckled and said, "Yes, it has been so long. You have been by my side since I can remember. Back then, Father and Mother were still alive. I was always punished for not being as good as my brothers and sisters in cultivation. I was sad and upset, and you would always secretly bring me all kinds of delicious food and fun things to cheer me up."

“But in the blink of an eye, I’ve grown up and become capable, but they’ve all left me. Only you are still with me. You must have suffered all these years.”

Ling Han lowered his eyes, lost in memories. He was not a pure-blooded demon. His father was a pure-blooded demon, the fourth prince of the Flame Demon Clan, while his mother was a concubine who was forcibly taken back by his father. There was a consensus among demons that in order to have a pure bloodline, all high-ranking demon wives must be demons.

In the eyes of the demons, his mother being a concubine was already quite fortunate. Moreover, the Demon Emperor was alive at the time, and the demon race was at its peak, forming a three-way struggle for supremacy with the human and demon races. However, due to the equal strength of the three races, they remained in a stalemate for nearly ten thousand years. The three races looked down on each other, so as a hybrid of human and demon, his status within the demon race was far inferior to that of other pure-blooded demons. But misfortune never comes singly; he possessed the Floating Light Saint Body. If he were among humans, he would be a genius, and if he could grow up, he would surely become a powerful overlord. However, he carried demon blood, and human cultivation methods were unsuitable for him. He faced two choices: either change his demon bloodline or reshape his body, but the probability of success for either choice was extremely slim.

Her father was a playboy, but he truly loved her mother. However, because of a melodramatic and clichéd encounter, her mother, who was about to become a Daoist couple with her beloved, became the concubine of a prince from a minor demon clan. How could she not resent it? Fortunately, she was very good to her son and planned everything for him, so her life wasn't too difficult.

Even so, fate still seemed to have no mercy on this poor child. Just when his mother finally found a way to give him a blood transfusion, she learned that the transfusion required the blood essence of a direct relative, and the only one who met the requirements was his mother. This meant that his mother would die, but even so, the success rate was only 50%. Both his mother and he were extremely unwilling to accept this and kept looking for ways to increase the chances of success.

At this very moment, turmoil erupted within the Flame Demon clan. In the demon realm, strength reigns supreme, and the emergence of a powerful figure in each demon domain signifies a change of power. The demons are tyrannical, dividing power based on strength. If a newcomer can defeat a former strongman, they can seize everything that belonged to them. Naturally, all demons support the strong, while the loser either dies or is banished.

Clearly, the old demon king had been defeated, and his father had also died in battle. Even in his dying moments, he worried about his and his mother's safety, sending them out of the Flame Demon Clan's territory. Once outside that territory, given their strength, they would inevitably perish. His mother made a decision: to perform a blood transfusion for her son. The transfusion succeeded, but at the cost of her own life. Fortunately, his mother was very wise and had planned ahead for her son's future. As soon as she sensed something was wrong, she immediately sent a message home, instructing her brother to wait at the border between the human and demon realms. He was entrusted by his mother to the men sent by his adoptive father. They risked their lives to get him out of there. His father's last confidant was too badly wounded and died on the way back to the family. He was then taken home by his uncle, whom he had never met before.

When he arrived in the human realm, he thought his life would become more difficult. Unexpectedly, his maternal grandfather's family took extra care of him because his mother had died saving him and he had lost both parents. They did not mistreat him because of his father. On the contrary, they cared for him even more because of their guilt for not protecting his mother. Even his mother's beloved never abandoned her. After hearing that his mother had died saving him, he took even better care of him and guided him in cultivation. The more than 100 years he spent in the human realm were like a beautiful dream. Those were the happiest times of his life.

He was so happy, so joyful, so what changed him? Oh, right, it was jealousy and greed that caused the deaths of his people, friends, master, and fellow disciples before his very eyes. It brought him back to this hell, making him a demon here.